He didn't understand why Xu Zimo could still be so calm at this time.
Seeing Xu Zimo's calm expression, Patriarch Futian suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.
Seeing the big hand covering the sky in the painting coming down again, the big hand fell with endless light.
I saw that the black fog that originally covered everything around me suddenly surged.
The black mist riots gathered together to form a ferocious, evil face.
The ferocious face opened its bloody mouth and swallowed the big hand.
There was a "boom"!
A black hole completely opened in the sky, and the endless light and black demonic energy were annihilated together.
At this moment, the big hand and the ferocious face disappeared at the same time.
"How could this happen?" Ancestor Futian beside him said to himself in surprise.
The "rumbling" sound of explosions in the sky was still echoing.
More and more evil energy enveloped them, almost turning the entire sky into pitch black.
A cloud of demonic energy shot out from the demonic energy, carrying the power of destroying the heaven and the earth.
In the friction with the air, the front end of the magic cloud actually ignited a raging fire.
The magic cloud was like a ball of fire, with deep and boundless evil energy lingering around it, rushing towards the painting floating in the air at high speed.
The big hands in the painting tried to stop him, but to no avail.
The magic cloud destroyed the big hand and landed directly on the painting.
At this moment, the demonic energy in the sky seemed even more violent.
The painting only resisted for a moment, but was instantly swallowed up by the demonic cloud and burned up.
Then, following the turbulence of the burned void in mid-air, it turned into a ball of soot and scattered in the mid-air.
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Ancestor Futian stared blankly at the painting of annihilation and dissipation, and his whole body was stunned.
Where the painting disappeared, Baimen's burly figure slowly emerged.
Demonic energy surged, and he opened his eyes, as if he were a demon from ancient times.
The aura on his body is astonishingly majestic.
"This is... the Great Emperor?" Feeling the majestic aura around Baimeng, Patriarch Futian's expression changed drastically and he said in horror.
"No, this is impossible. The destiny has not yet been formed, so where can the great emperor come from?"
Ancestor Futian shook his head when he thought of this, looked at Baimeng and said, "Who are you?"
"Dead people don't need to know so much," Baimen's voice shook the sky, and he pressed it directly with one hand.
Endless Taoist rhyme emerged in it, and the sound of the Tao was majestic and resounded throughout the entire sky.
In that big hand, there was demonic energy surging all over the sky.
Just hear a "boom".
The body of Patriarch Futian flew directly backwards.
Where he stood, several cracks opened in the space, and the entire space collapsed.
The big hand continued to fall, and the sect-protecting formation outside Jue Tian Sect was directly torn apart.
The towering mountain peaks were completely reduced to ruins.
Where the mountain collapsed, hundreds of disciples were buried because they could not escape.
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"I'll stop him, you take all the disciples and evacuate," Futian Patriarch yelled at Juedao Patriarch.
"I'm afraid we won't have this chance," Juedao Ancestor sighed.
Five powerful immortals from the Shenmen descended and surrounded the surroundings, and the surroundings of the Jue Tian Sect were enveloped by the mighty immortal power.
There was almost no way for the Jue Tian Sect to retreat.
With the existence of these five powerful people who have entered the fairyland, it is difficult for anyone to break through and escape.
"Is the sky going to destroy my Jue Tian Sect?" Ancestor Futian looked up at the sky and said in a sad voice.
He turned around and looked back. This behemoth sitting in the mist had existed for several eras.
He was one of the first people to leave the Tian Clan, and was also one of the founders who personally participated in the establishment of the Jue Tian Sect.
In today's Jue Tian Sect, it is almost difficult for anyone to compare with him.
Comparable to his feelings for this sect.
It is like his own child.
He had witnessed this child grow up step by step from a staggering step.
But now………….
Patriarch Futian turned his head and looked at Xu Zimo, and said in a solemn tone: "Is there really no room for relaxation?"
"It's a matter of loyalty to others when entrusted by others," Xu Zimo shook his head and replied.
"If you have any conditions, feel free to ask for them. We at Jue Tian Sect will definitely do whatever we can," Patriarch Futian said quickly.
"I don't want to pray for anything else. I just want to leave some blood for the sect, okay?"
"Isn't this how you treated the Celestial Clan back then," Xu Zimo asked rhetorically.
Patriarch Futian was speechless for a moment and sighed with some shame.
Xu Zimo shook his head slightly and turned around.
At this moment, Baimeng and the five powerful immortals all entered the Juetian Sect.
Patriarch Futian wanted to stop him, but was directly suppressed by Baimeng.
The Jue Dao Ancestor next to him was also besieged by five powerful men who had entered the Immortal Realm, and his body disappeared.
Chaos and Styx rushed into the Jue Tian Sect together, and everyone was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
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"You devils," Jue Wuming, the current leader of Jue Tian Sect, looked sadly at the destruction of his disciples.
His eyes were blood red and he roared at Xu Zimo.
"You must die a good death. Kill them all. You will go to the eighteenth level of hell after your death."
"It doesn't matter to me. If there really is such a thing as hell, I will destroy it from bottom to top."
Xu Zimo smiled nonchalantly and replied: "It's you who keep talking about me.
When you wiped out the Celestial Clan before, did you ever think that such a day would come to you?
If there really are eighteen levels of hell, you will be the first person to go there after death."
After all, he is only a warrior in the Holy Pulse Realm, and is not an enemy of Chaos at all.
Looking at the ruins of the sect.
The disciples' wailings filled the mountains and fields, and corpses also littered the fields.
The inheritance that the two great emperors created for the era was cut off in their own hands.
Jue Wuming didn't know if his decision to destroy the Tian Clan was wrong.
They are a group of wolves that eat people without spitting out bones.
Perhaps they, a group of jackals, once slaughtered the people of the Celestial Clan as lambs for their own selfish desires.
But now, when a group of tigers and leopards rush into a pack of wolves, they realize that they are just as weak and pitiful.
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Baimeng suppressed Patriarch Futian and didn't hold back even a bit.
The sound of the avenue resounded throughout the world, and the demonic aura of that rhyme turned into a ferocious and desperate face, directly penetrating the body of the ancestor Futian.
When the body is penetrated, the divine fire in the body is almost extinguished.
Patriarch Futian turned his head and took a hard look at the sect he once loved most.
Today's sect has been completely reduced to ruins.
He twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing a sad smile, and then his eyes slowly closed.
The crumbling flame in the body finally burned the most brilliant spark in its life, and then completely extinguished.
Maybe the world will never understand.
His actions when he pushed Emperor Jue Tian to his destiny.
