Boom..." Yao Wuyue flew into the air, waiting for subsequent development.

After the God Stage was sunk, the musicians and singers stopped, and the scene instantly fell into silence, as silent as death.

Suddenly, in less than a breath, the altar exploded with a "bang" and the gravel flew, completely destroying the square of the Sacrifice.

Below the ground, a purple light curtain was revealed, and the purple divine sword lay quietly on the light curtain, blending with the light curtain.

Through the purple light curtain, under the light, there are countless hearts of different colors hidden.

The heart constantly impacted the purple light curtain, shaking the light curtain. If you look closely, you will find that each heart is like an ancient innate demon god. They hold sharp blades and fight against the Eight Saint Seals and the Sky Seals. As long as they kill these marks, they can truly escape from heaven.

"Puff--" A stream of blood turned into a broken rainbow and spewed out. Yao Wuyue didn't expect that the seal had already merged with him, but he didn't notice it. This was actually the backup plan left by other ancient innate demon gods. It was impossible for them to let Yao Wuyue leave. If the seal was attacked, Yao Wuyue would also be injured.

When the seal was broken, it was when Yao Wuyue's life died. Now, he was seriously injured and had no power to stop the situation from developing. He was in a dilemma.

Qin Yang saw the opportunity in it. He waited quietly. When the opportunity appeared, he would firmly grasp the opportunity and prevent it from slipping away from his hands.

The ancient innate demon gods have been waiting for billions of years, just for today, they will definitely seize the opportunity, escape, find the heavens, and take revenge on the Eight Saints.

"Bang bang bang..." The attack stopped from morning to night without a moment. The Eight Saint Seals were constantly killed, but the hearts of some ancient innate demon gods were also killed, and both sides suffered heavy losses.

Far away in the prehistoric world, the world of the Gods, and the Eight Saints in the Zixiao Palace felt the change at the first time when the mark was attacked.

Through the mark, the Eight Saints saw what happened, but they were indifferent. Do they hope this happened?

"Teacher, are you just letting them ignore this?" The illusory figure of the saint of Shangqing shook and asked lightly.

"We can't do anything about this. At the beginning, our Eight Saints were trapped in this ancient time and space, which was originally our own choice, in order to open the road to transcendence and send capable transcendence people out of this cage of heaven and earth."

"Now, the great catastrophe of the Gods is staged again, and the road to transcendence will be opened for the last time. The mission of our Eight Saints has been completed. In the end, who can transcend is up to their fortune." The old man in purple in the lead gently caressed his long beard, his deep eyes flashed, and he picked up a cup of tea in front of him and drank it all.
Chapter completed!