The Supreme Master of Jiuxian Mountain did not answer the words of the Slaughter Immortal Lord, but said softly:
"Senior can take action now."
The Immortal Slaughter's eyes flashed, as if he thought of something. He glanced at the other eight Immortal Mountains, with a faint sneer flashing in his eyes. With just one tap, it was like a dimensionality reduction blow, destroying the body of the Nine Immortal Mountains.
Turned into powder.
The dust has settled.
Everyone had mixed emotions and didn't know what it was like. They watched helplessly as the huge Holy Land of Nine Immortals Mountain was wiped out in such a childish way.
Those present today are not only the monks from the Prison Wind Land, but also some from Longyuan, Minghu, and Four Beaks.
It is estimated that within a year, the news of the annihilation of the Jiuxian Mountain Holy Land will spread to all parties, and the three words Qunxian Palace will also affect the Fortune Star for a long time.
Huang Qingque glanced at Fang Chen, then raised his hand to Xi Zian:
"Brother Xi, I will go first today..."
Before he could say the word farewell, he saw the Slaughter Immortal Lord and a group of one-turn and two-turn loose immortals suddenly blowing a breath towards the nine immortal mountains.
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This is a battlefield with millions of soldiers charging and fighting. The two countries have been fighting for hundreds of years over some disputes.
Today's battle is enough to settle everything.
The eyes of the generals on both sides were red, and there was only the figure of the enemy in their eyes, nothing else.
But a strong wind suddenly swept through, and countless soldiers turned into withered bones and flew into ashes in the strong wind.
"What kind of magic are you using?"
The generals on both sides shouted angrily.
The next second, they also turned into withered ashes.
For a while, there was no living thing on the battlefield, but the strong wind was still roaring and sweeping without stopping.
…
In the bustling city, gongs and drums are noisy, and the procession of wandering gods is vast. Children are playing and running nearby, and adults are following them all with smiles.
This year's harvest was very good and there were no disasters, so everyone had a smile on their face.
Even the beggars on the street have a glossier look on their faces than in previous years.
A strong wind roared past.
In the blink of an eye, this place turned into a dead city, and no living person could be seen anymore.
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"Brother Wen Cai, you're in high school! Look, you're the second in the class! You're the second in the class!"
At the foot of the capital, a group of elite students were gathering at the foot of the imperial city, looking for their names in the imperial list.
Some people cheered and some were sad and disappointed.
"If I become an official in the future, I will definitely eradicate the traitors in the court and restore peace to the world!"
High school students are excited and full of emotions, expressing their lifelong ambitions.
The wind blew by, leaving no trace behind.
The capital city, which was bustling just now, became deathly silent, and the youthful people with sincere eyes in front of the imperial list disappeared without a trace.
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In the twelfth lunar month of winter, two little beggars hugged each other and hid in the corner of the ruined temple, keeping warm by a small bonfire.
There were two beggars, one big and one small. The older one was only twelve or thirteen years old, and the younger one was only five or six years old.
Their little faces were red from the cold, and occasionally the cold wind would blow into the ruined temple through the cracks, which would make them shiver all over, and they couldn't help but hug them tighter.
"Brother, I'm hungry..."
"Wait, wait until daytime. I'll go find something to eat after dawn. I heard that there will be a wedding banquet at Mr. Zhang's house tomorrow, and we should be able to get some luck."
"Brother, my stomach hurts a little..."
"Does it hurt? Is it because the bark of the tree didn't get through today? Just be patient and pull it out and it'll be fine."
While he was talking, a gust of cold wind blew in, almost extinguishing the small bonfire.
The older beggar quickly got up and added some firewood. He didn't dare to add too much firewood. If he burned it all at once, it would be useless for the next few days.
The wind became stronger and stronger, and the gate of the ruined temple was overwhelmed and suddenly collapsed.
The older beggar looked confused when he saw this.
Without this gate, they... wouldn't be able to survive tonight.
The wind howled and the bonfire was dimmed.
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"Hahahaha! I finally understood this supreme inner law. From now on, I am number one in the world!"
The man, as strong as a bear, looked up to the sky and laughed, his laughter so deafening that even cracks appeared on the ground.
In front of him, hundreds of figures were kneeling, and everyone's face was filled with joy.
"The gang leader is the best in the world!"
"We, the Kuanglong Gang, are qualified to dominate the martial arts world!"
"Send them up."
The man waved his hand.
Immediately, more than a dozen young men and women were escorted in front of him. As soon as they saw this man, they cursed:
"Wu Kuanglong, you devil, you must die a happy death!"
"If my father knew that you had arrested us, he wanted you to look good. You'd better let me go. I'll pretend that what happened today never happened!"
"You Kuanglong Gang are killing people everywhere, and you will be wiped out sooner or later!"
"Shut up, you guys. The gang leader has reached the supreme level of martial arts. After today, you brats and the people behind you will all tremble for the Kuanglong Gang!"
One of the Kuanglong Gang members laughed loudly.
The man smiled slightly and was about to speak, but he seemed to notice something. Then a strong wind swept over him, and everything he looked at was turned into ashes.
Seeing his hands turn into dust, he couldn't help but have a look of confusion in his eyes.
What kind of martial arts is this? Is there anyone in the world whose martial arts has reached this level?
But he didn't even see anyone take action.
Who could it be?
The man died unwillingly.
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Everyone's expressions were quite solemn. The death of these mortals was of no importance to them. It was not as shocking as the destruction of the Nine Immortals Mountain Holy Land.
Huang Qingque slowly withdrew his gaze and looked at Xi Zian.
Xi Zian smiled and said, "Don't get me wrong, fellow Taoist Qingque, it should be that the Immortal Slaughterer misunderstood the palace master's intention and thought he wanted to completely eradicate this place."
After a pause, he glanced at Fang Chen and said with a smile:
"Don't worry, you two. You are worried that the Spiritual God Cult will be taking advantage of this matter behind your back, but I can guarantee that there will be no Spiritual God Cult monks here today to offer blood-spirited pills."
"You guys are really crazy."
Huang Qingque sighed softly.
Even though the other party agreed to him, he still drove out all the Nine Immortals Mountain. Isn't this the behavior of a lunatic?
The Immortal Palace is not even afraid of offending the Lingzhan Division because of this. It feels that the battle between the Lingzhan Division and the Spirit God Sect has already been overwhelmed by itself, or it may be that the Lingzhan Division will not openly start a war with the Immortal Palace over such a trivial matter.
?
There was no wave in Fang Chen's gray-white eyes, and he looked down at Jiuxian Mountain with a calm expression.
A series of confused wandering souls stood there blankly, they didn't even know what happened.
The wandering soul of the monk in the Nine Immortals Mountain Holy Land was roaring continuously at this moment, with regret and anger in his eyes.
"Believe what you say! Believe what you say!"
"mean!"
They promised not to take action against the immortals in the Nine Immortals Mountain Holy Land, but the Immortals Palace broke their promise!
Nangong Yuanzhen stood among the wandering souls and looked at Fang Chen subconsciously, his eyes slightly confused.
At this moment, another group of monks arrived from the sky, and one of them raised his hand towards the fairy boat full of light flowing in the sky and said:
"Palace Master, the remnant immortal of Tianjian Division has been beheaded!"