Chapter 4702: Betrayal of Deep Affection

The Holy Mother of Heaven and Man was surrounded again at this moment.

These people were all desperate criminals, and each of them was extremely cruel.

And there were at least hundreds of thousands of them, and they all attacked with all their strength.

At this moment, no one pitied the beauty of the world, and no one cared how charming the Holy Mother of Heaven and Man was.

No one cared about the identity of the Holy Mother of Heaven and Man.

After all, these people had already killed blood, and most of them were alone, without any worries at all.

They dared to kill the ancestors of the Emperor Dao clan without fear of revenge.

What's more, the Holy Mother of Heaven and Man?

So, hundreds of thousands of people attacked, and there were more people in the back who also attacked. In an instant, another 10 million enemies attacked.

At this moment, the Holy Mother of Heaven and Man was like a broken piece, constantly being bombarded, fighting, and even slaughtered in the light!

She was seriously injured by Luo Chen, and she was already dying, and she sent out the remaining 90% of her strength.

At this moment, the Holy Mother of Heaven and Man flew sideways, was knocked away by someone's unparalleled fist, and was kicked hard by someone's foot.

This is unimaginable in normal times, after all, she is the Holy Mother of Heaven and Man, high above, and extremely holy.

But now her hair is disheveled, and she is covered in blood, with many cracks on her body, and the whole person is dying.

The severe pain and serious injuries made her consciousness blurred.

But before she died, she still smiled.

She saw that one morning, she stood side by side with Saint Wumian and walked into the distance.

There is no romance, no righteousness in the world, and no racial revival. She is not the Holy Mother of Heaven and Man, and Saint Wumian is not the Great Elder of the Human Wasteland Saint Clan.

She is just herself!

At this moment, the Holy Mother of Heaven and Man became sad and awakened.

Life is originally her own. Whether it is the Holy Mother of Heaven and Man or the Great Elder of the Human Wasteland Saint Clan, aren't they all roles?

Are these roles important?

It seems that at this moment of dying, it is not so important, it is really not so important.

What is really important is always oneself.

Why couldn't I let go of all this before?

She also realized in an instant that the ancestor of the Emperor Dao Clan was her calamity and the end of her life.

She could have avoided it. She had felt again and again that it was dangerous to get close to the ancestor of the Emperor Dao Clan.

The situation that could have been crushed, unexpectedly, would eventually turn out like this.

More people bombarded the Holy Mother of Heaven again, accelerating the death of the Holy Mother of Heaven.

A beam of light fell, and 70 million people took action. After all, at this moment, people followed the crowd, and the Holy Mother of Heaven just now did not distinguish between enemies and friends.

When the wall fell, everyone pushed it. In the end, the Holy Mother of Heaven, with enlightenment and sobriety, kept coughing up blood in her mouth. Her body had been split into several pieces. The only part of her head, with infinite tenderness in her eyes, looked at the great elder of the Human Wasteland Holy Clan, Saint Wumian.

That touch of tender eyes finally froze.

At this moment, all the enemies who surrounded Luo Chen were excited and ruthless!

At this moment, in the distance, a more magnificent and sacred light suddenly appeared here.

He shouldn't have come, but he came on his own initiative.

Dao Zisheng had been sent to another place, and his status was higher than Dao Zisheng. More importantly, he really had the possibility of inheriting the Tianren Dao Palace.

So, this kind of battlefield would never send him.

But he still came.

He came for his obsession and his beloved woman.

Daoxuan Realm!

At this moment, he witnessed the white moonlight in his heart being broken into pieces.

Waves of panic and disbelief.

On the other side, the white light of the Tianren Holy Mother flew to the side of Saint Wumian and flew to his life.

But the next moment, with a clang, the sound hit a barrier!

The barrier was ruthless and kept the white light out.

It was a white light like moonlight.

Moreover, surprisingly, it was not the Empress who stopped him.

It was Saint Wumen who did it.

They may have had a past, but Saint Wumen never cared about the Holy Mother of Heaven.

That past was just to use the Holy Mother of Heaven.

Saint Wumen was responsible for the revival of the Holy Clan of the Human Wasteland, and he had to do many things he couldn't do.

He was so proud that he even knelt down, let alone use a woman?

He was the offspring of a top creature, he had no choice, he had to stand up, he had to shoulder this mission.

So, that moonlight-like light was so insignificant in his eyes, and that deep affection was destined to be let down by him.

Blocking that deep affection, Saint Wumen staggered up from the bushes.

From the beginning, the distance he flew out was getting shorter and shorter, and he was getting closer and closer to the Empress.

If he didn't meet the Empress, then Saint Wumen would have achieved success here, after all, it was a breakthrough on the spot.

But unfortunately, he met the Empress. Even though he was a top son, even though he had unparalleled talent and supreme talent, the outcome seemed doomed.

However, sometimes, not everyone is Luo Chen or Luo Wuji!

Not everyone's enlightenment can bring the power to reverse the desperate situation.

Here, the Empress represents death itself.

The Holy Uncrowned staggered and continued to walk towards the Empress, with an indomitable and resolute mood.

"The Emperor Dao Clan, the ancestor!" He sighed, unwilling and uncomfortable.

He was extremely proud and conceited, but he lost in strategy. After entering the field, he was always calculated by the ancestor of the Emperor Dao Clan.

Moreover, he devoted his life to reviving the Human Wasteland Saint Clan.

But the Human Wasteland Saint Clan had been exterminated and slaughtered.

The only one left was the Human Wasteland Saint Clan on the battlefield.

However, the Human Wasteland Saint Clan had a secret, or most forces would do this.

Those who could go to the battlefield and experience fighting were actually those who almost gave birth to offspring.

In other words, even if these people survived, they could not continue the Human Wasteland Saint Clan.

At this moment, the Holy Uncrowned was pathetic and lamentable. He spent his whole life, but the final result was so sad.

"Why is it so?"

"Why is it so!" The Holy Uncrowned cried out in grief, and then punched.

This punch is his whole life, full of forbearance, great undertakings, humiliation, and frustration.

This punch is ruthless and loveless, only loves himself!

The fist bursts out endless light, flickering between heaven and earth, covering the power of a lifetime, reaching the extreme at this moment!

This punch is across the sky and the earth, and it is absolutely strong.

This punch is a punch of his life's energy!