After King Tu was lighting up the formation altar, he kept calling Emperor Tu Bo.
And in the formation altar, a huge black bull with soul light also appeared, walking in the dangerous darkness, preparing to welcome Emperor Tu Bo back.
But right now.
boom!
It seemed as if a huge footprint fell down, destroying everything in an instant. King Jingtu was completely stunned. He did not expect that more than two thousand years of hard work would be destroyed in this way.
"ah--"
At this time King Jingtu roared angrily.
"who is it?"
His body expanded rapidly, like a mountain of ten thousand feet, bursting out with terrifying murderous aura. However, when he felt the coming breath, his face suddenly turned pale, turned around and fled back madly.
This is impossible!
He thought as he ran away, it was too scary after all.
When he escaped from the dangerous darkness and returned to the darkness deep in Youdu, he gradually calmed down.
It must be an illusion!
He was thinking like this, how could it be possible for the emperor's power to come?
However, when he looked at Youdu, his whole person seemed to be turned to stone.
What about Youdu?
Why is Youdu missing?
"What's going on?" King Jingtu shouted anxiously, "Where is Youdu? Where is my Youdu? Why is it missing?"
But in front of him, there was only chaotic chaos.
Not to mention the Nether City, even the underworld has turned into chaos.
He searched around in the chaos, wondering if he had come to the wrong place. Why did Youdu disappear in the blink of an eye?
"I must have run too fast just now and came to the wrong place."
King Jingtu consoled himself.
However, he did not turn around and leave, but instead searched even more crazily.
After a while.
King Jingtu stood there blankly, as motionless as a wood carving and a clay sculpture, with a look of sadness on his face.
It was just a blink of an eye.
Everything has been restored to its original state. What on earth is going on?
Who did this?
King Jingtu was extremely angry and murderous.
At this moment, a dark shadow crawled out of the chaos. King Jingtu noticed it and rushed forward.
"Dazai?" King Jingtu said anxiously and angrily: "What's going on? Who did this?"
puff--
Dazai spat out a breath of ghost energy and looked extremely weak.
"Where's the soldier?"
King Jingtu shook his head and asked, his face full of anxiety.
King Dazai raised his finger and pointed. King Jingtu immediately rushed forward and dug out a huge body from the chaos. It was none other than the King of Palm Yin's weapon.
But at this time, the Palm Yin King was already dying.
"Soldier Master!"
King Jingtu shouted.
"Yes, it's a ghost, a ghost——"
At this time, King Palm Yin tilted his head and fell into coma again.
"Ghost? What ghost?" King Jingtu was extremely irritable. They were ghosts, and they were the most powerful ghosts.
In this world, what ghost can destroy Youdu?
And turn the entire underworld into chaos?
Indescribable strange existences such as "taboo" and "weird" are not ghosts.
"It's the Ghost Emperor."
At this time, Dazai was weak and said, still with a look of horror on his face, as if he did not expect that the Ghost Emperor could actually come back to life.
"Ghost Emperor?!"
King Jingtu was horrified, as if he had been frozen. After a few breaths, he came back to his senses and said with panic: "How is this possible? The Ghost Emperor is not, hasn't he already..."
Dazai struggled to get up, shook his head, and said: "It was the Ghost Emperor who destroyed Youdu and the Underworld with one kick..."
"Now in Youdu, I'm afraid there are only three of us left."
Dazai sighed.
Who would have thought that when Youdu was about to dominate the world, the Ghost Emperor, who had been dead for more than two thousand years, suddenly opened his coffin and came back to life, trampling them to death...
"There are only three of us left in Youdu?"
King Jingtu was stunned.
The Youdu that had been immortal for more than two thousand years, and the Youdu that had accumulated for more than two thousand years, were destroyed like this?
Destroyed by one kick?
"ah--"
King Jingtu roared.
"As long as the emperor returns, we can still rebuild Youdu."
Dazai comforted him.
"I can't go back, I can't add you."
At this time, King Jingtu shook his head violently. The Ghost Emperor's kick not only destroyed Youdu, but also destroyed the formation altar.
Without the guidance of the formation altar, the emperor would never be able to return.
"Why?"
Dazai Wang asked anxiously.
"The formation altar was also destroyed..."
King Jingtu said in despair, his huge body suddenly fell down.
"What?"
King Dazai's eyes widened.
"Even if the emperor can return, so what?" King Jingtu muttered, now like a walking corpse, his eyes became a little hollow.
Now that the Ghost Emperor has been resurrected, the Emperor's return is no match for the Ghost Emperor.
There is no doubt that the emperor is the master.
And Youdu was trampled into chaos by Emperor Shang, not many people in the world knew about it, and not many people cared about it.
at this time.
The people of the world have not yet recovered from the collapse of the Holy Sky.
Almost the entire world was shocked by the collapse of the Holy Sky. Each and every one of them seemed to be frozen, staring blankly at the collapsed Holy Sky...
but.
As many people in this world are sad, there will be as many happy people.
Perhaps only the disciples of the Holy Way will be saddened by the collapse of the Holy Heaven.
The Immortal Way, Shinto Way, Demon Way, Witch Way, etc. outside the Holy Way will only be happy. After all, the existence of the Holy Heaven suppresses all the ways.
Now the Holy Heaven has finally collapsed.
How can they be sad?
It's not too late to be happy.
"Ha ha--"
From time to time, laughter could be heard from all over the world.
With the collapse of the Holy Heaven, the happiest person may not be the Taoists outside the Holy Tao, but the princes of the world, especially the human kings in the royal city. And the world hates the Holy Tao the most, not the Taoists outside the Holy Tao, but the princes
And the human king...
boom!
boom!
Holy monuments fell to the earth one after another, covered with thick mud and dust.
Pieces of the holy sky were blackened by the strange black mist, but after a moment, the strange black mist disappeared. The whiter holy sky fell like clouds...
Day by day passes.
The holy sky is also collapsing day by day.
After the ninth day, the Holy Sky finally collapsed completely.
At this time, there was no more holy sky in the sky, let alone a ray of holy breath...
Countless people seemed to feel that the sky became extremely blue and the air became fresh and sweet.
"This day turns out to be so blue..."
On a hilltop outside Burial Mountain Academy, Zhou Chang stared at the sky and sighed slightly.
The Holy Sky collapsed, but he didn't feel sad in his heart, but it was a little complicated.
After all, he was born in the Holy World and grew up in the Holy World.
"It's okay if it collapses."
He whispered.
Perhaps this is my father's lifelong wish.
Although nine days have passed, the literati throughout the world are in grief. There are also many literati whose beliefs have collapsed and died with the collapse of the Holy Sky.
The old professor of Burial Mountain Academy died in depression not long after the collapse of Shengtian.
Rumor has it that in the Twenty-Seven Books Mountain, countless old Confucian scholars have fallen to the ground, all of them sluggish...
The Great Righteous Lord and other great sages spurted blood for three thousand feet.
And the collapse of the Holy Heaven.
It not only represents the end of the era of saints, but also represents the end of an era.