The Supreme Stone Emperor, the Supreme Lord of the Heaven, the Lord of the Divine Ruins, and the Heavenly Lord of the Eternal Life saw all this without any turmoil. Anyway, a Lord of Reincarnation has died, and no one will be moved by anyone who dies.

They looked at Wang Fan again.

At this moment, Wang Fan's body completely disappeared, and only the shadow of a heavenly sword remained.

"His power is almost wiped out, and it is impossible to be resurrected!"

The Stone Emperor held the imperial weapon in his hand and said indifferently.

They each chose one direction and went to various life star fields to collect life essence.

"Alas!" The face of the Great Cheng Holy Body was extremely sad, both for the upcoming tragedy and for Wang Fan's death.

With the realm of the Great Sage, he burned the original foundation and fought to death with the two emperors. Although he was not the Emperor Wuque, he was still a supreme figure after all.

The death of a true supreme is a great event that shocks the ages. Someone slaughtered such a person and is destined to be recorded in history, shining brightly forever, and will be remembered forever.

This kind of incident is too big and shocking.

In the dark and turbulent era, the Supreme One was slaughtered and bathed in its blood was destined to break through eternity and be remembered forever.

What's more, now he has fought to death with two supreme masters at once.

"If he could survive, the Great Emperor of the Tao in the future would be able to cut through the eternal period and completely wipe out the forbidden zone!" The Saint of Dacheng lamented in his heart, "It's a pity that the road to becoming an immortal has begun! Black chaos and chaos will follow! He was born in the wrong era..."

The Great Holy Body quickly restrained her distracting thoughts and looked at the immortal Heavenly Lord standing in the sky in the distance.

His death battle is coming!

Suddenly, a dazzling light shone again, illuminating the starry sky.

At the place where the Supreme Light and Darkness fell, a sky sword slowly emerged, and the terrifying power shook, shaking the entire universe.

The four supreme emperors turned their heads together and looked in the direction where the Tianjian was, with an incredible expression on their faces.

"The body of the soul has been destroyed, and even the body cannot be condensed. Only the fighting spirit turns into a heavenly sword! We also have to fight for the Supreme! This..." The Great-Engrand Holy Body didn't know how to describe such a scene.

"It's a pity that such a stunning person was born in the wrong era..." Even the ancient supreme masters who once stunned the universe felt a shock.

"Who dares to fight me?"

The Heavenly Sword conveyed a divine thought, echoing between the entire star field, like a rolling river surging, like an angry sea shattering the sky.

As soon as the divine thought came out, it shocked Xingyu, and even the four supreme masters were stunned, unable to believe their own sensations.

"The remaining thoughts also need to fight us?" Shi Huangsen asked coldly.

"Who dares to fight me?"

The Heavenly Sword seemed to be unconscious, but still emitted terrifying fluctuations, which made the heaven and earth tremble and felt a great spirit.

Boom!

The Lord of the Divine Ruins emitted light all over his body. He was the Divine Ruins from one of the seven forbidden zones of life and one of the terrifying ancient supremes.

"Since you still want to challenge, I will fulfill your wish!"

The battle broke out again! The result was extremely shocking!

The Heavenly Sword burst out with a terrifying aura again, swallowing mountains and rivers. With just one sword, the ancient supreme Lord of the Divine Ruins made blood splatter in the sky!

"Ah! You're so despicable!"

Before his death, the Lord of the Divine Ruins let out a thundering scream. In addition to pain, sadness, and unwillingness, he also had extreme anger.

After the dazzling light, Wang Fan actually appeared under the starry sky again. He was covered in blood and his body was broken, and there seemed to be no trace of strength in his body.

But the Stone Emperor, the Heavenly Lord of the Eternal Life, and the Supreme Lord of the Abandoned Heaven looked at him with a look of vigilance.

Even the Great Holy Body looked at Wang Fan with a strange look.

"I didn't expect you to have the Immortal Medicine, and there was more than one!" The Heavenly Lord of the Eternal Life looked at Wang Fan and said in a cold tone, "We won't give you another chance next!"

The Emperor of Changsheng abandoned the Great Endeavor Holy Body, and together with the Emperor of Stone and the Supreme Lord of Heaven, he surrounded and killed Wang Fan.

"Sure enough, these supreme masters are all human spirits, so it's not easy to deceive!"

Wang Fan felt a little regretful, and once again kneaded a handful of exchanged fairy beans and instantly returned to their peak state.

A terrifying war broke out!

This unprecedented battle was unprecedentedly fierce, with the emperor's blood flowing, shattering the universe.

The four of them fought from one star field to another star field, and affected countless galaxies, turning some star fields into shattering and turning into chaos.

During this process, Wang Fan was broken many times, but he was resurrected again and again, as if he had an immortal body. And every time he was resurrected, his combat power was rising to a higher point, becoming more and more terrifying.

Gradually, the three ancient supremes actually felt uncontrollable!

boom!

Wang Fan's body began to shine, and his whole person turned into a ray of light and shadow again, began to burn himself, releasing infinite power and spreading to the entire universe.

"This move is done again!" The ancient supreme masters were extremely sad and angry.

They have seen that Wang Fan must have an ancient art or a supreme magic medicine that can restore his origin without damage.

Otherwise, it is impossible to always carry out such a suicide attack!

"How could it be stronger than the secret of the word "Zhe"!" The immortal master, who created the secret of the word "Zhe", roared repeatedly. In this battle, he kept using the secret of the word "Zhe" and felt that his origin was about to dry up.

Rumble!

Wang Fan shot a fist light, which penetrated through ancient and modern times, reached a peak in power, shocking the entire universe. Many big stars exploded one after another, as if they could break the universe.

The target of this punch was the Supreme Lord of Qitian. The fist light turned into a huge torrent and hit him.

The Supreme Lord of the Heaven, who has been fully sublimated and bloomed with the power of the ancient emperor, is desperate.

Boom!

A loud bang, accompanied by the whine of the heaven and earth, the emperor's blood of the Supreme Lord of the Heaven splattered into countless star fields, and the blood light illuminated most of the universe in an instant.

The void and the stars in the earth were all brightly reddished by the red clouds, as if a huge bloody sun was blew, and the red light dyed more than half of the universe red.

Buzzing!

Blood light penetrated through the Nine Heavens, and the fluctuations at the emperor level shocked the world. The endless blood light and the sad and beautiful chirpin all flowed, wanting to gather again and reshape the imperial body.

Boom!

Of course, Wang Fan would not give him such a chance. He was forced to get the Stone Emperor and the Emperor of the Eternal Heavenly Lord attacked again, igniting all the origins, and hitting the ultimate holy fist, completely exploding the soul of the Supreme Lord of the Heavenly Lord.

The Supreme Lord of the Heaven finally couldn't resist it and completely disappeared.

After Wang Fan swallowed more than a hundred fairy beans, he recovered again. He looked at the only two supreme masters.

Stone Emperor, the immortal heavenly master!

"You are the only one!" Wang Fan's tone was a little sad.

The Great Endeavor Holy Body was slightly stunned, and he felt an emotion from it.

It seems that there is no joy of victory, only a kind of regret, a pity, it is like the feeling of the hunter's harvest too little when he catches prey.

"It must be an illusion!" The Great Saint Body murmured to himself.
Chapter completed!