Xue Ji put away her sword, Mu Xuanyin's jade finger grazed lightly, and Nan Wansheng's portable space, which had no strength to support, suddenly shattered and shattered, scattering a large area of strange mysterious light.
Even the most inconspicuous of these treasures, which can be carried by the Nanming God Emperor, are unparalleled treasures that ordinary people will never be able to obtain. When these rare treasures appeared, the light and atmosphere of the entire planet changed drastically, and then
The ground trembled violently, as if it could no longer bear the powerful aura released by these rare treasures of the God Emperor.
Mu Xuanyin's eyes fell on a golden light floating in the air. This golden light was not dazzling, but extremely clear and pure, and it was clearly the soul light separated from the soul source. When separated, it would
Causes trauma to the origin of the soul.
The only thing that can be protected by Nanming Divine Emperor at such a price is undoubtedly the lifeblood of Nanming's lineage...the inheritance weapon of Nanming's divine power!
Mu Xuanyin slowly stretched out her hand and froze Nan Wansheng's head and Nanming's divine weapon directly, imprisoning them in a blue light, and then the figure blurred and disappeared silently.
Until even the last trace of coldness disappeared, and there was no trace of her ever appearing.
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At the cost of burning his life, the seriously injured Nan Wansheng was sent away. Nan Gui finally seemed to have no more obsessions. His breath was gone, his old eyes were closed, and he did not look at the royal city below that had been destroyed into a dark hell.
He was an emperor for half his life, and was the last hope left for Nanming before his death. He believed that he was worthy of Nanming and his ancestors. Nanming's future depends on destiny.
Watching Nan Wansheng escape and fight against Yan Zu, the two Ming gods, as well as the elders, Ming guards, and Xuanzhe who were fighting desperately below were all shocked. For them, this was undoubtedly a hope in the darkness.
And there is endless hope, and even the collapsed faith is reborn.
"Nan Ming is eternal... Even if we die, our strength... will be reborn under the king's command!" The seriously injured Ming Shen roared with all the strength of his body.
"The day when the king returns, you demons will perish!"
The other Ming Shen's arms were broken, but his voice was screaming blood, every word stirred up the hearts and souls of all Nan Ming Xuan practitioners. The originally weakening resistance power doubled in an instant, and everyone fought for their lives.
That's right, hope. For Nanming at this moment, there is nothing more luxurious than this.
However, this luxury only lasted for a very short period of time.
Ping...
The extremely sharp shattering sound resounded in the soul sea of Nan Guizhu and Liang Mingshen, making their newly ignited blood freeze to the bone for a moment.
The soul crystal was broken, Nan Wansheng... died,
Nan Gui's closed eyes suddenly opened, but their eyes were cloudy, so dark that the pupils were almost invisible.
The two gods were also frozen in the air at the same time, and their whole bodies were trembling in the cold, as if they had fallen into the darkest ice prison.
Qianye Wugu and Qianye Bingzhuluo were in front of Nan Guizhi. They looked at Nan Guizhi who suddenly changed his expression, and both looked puzzled.
Nan Gui finally raised his head little by little, and his old face was filled with despair that was extremely dark.
He raised his fingers while trembling, pointing at Yun Che high in the sky, and murmured in a difficult voice: "You... actually..."
"Haha...haha..." Nan Gui finally laughed, and his smile was particularly sad: "My Nanming's strongest power was countered by you, and your final retreat was planned by you... The Demon Lord of the Northern Territory...
You are... cruel enough..."
Yun Che: "...?"
"Oh?" A look of astonishment flashed across Qianye Ying'er's face. Her eyes swept over Nan Guizhong and Liang Mingshen, and she whispered: "Could it be that...Nan Wan is dead or alive!?"
Someone blocked the Huanming Xuanji Formation?
She suddenly turned her eyes and glanced at Caizhi, who had been indifferent to Nan Wansheng's escape.
"That's it, let's get rid of it." Qianye Bingzhu finally extended his palm towards the south.
"Don't bother." Nan Guizhi said calmly. He looked down with his old eyes. In his sight, the royal city was stained with blood, and the prosperity and glory of the past were turning into destruction and ashes. Perhaps at this moment, he would rather have been true back then.
After returning, at least that way, in the memory of his life, the Nanming King Realm was so overwhelmingly proud.
"Run away." His voice was heavy and long, like it came from a rusty ancient bell: "There is no Nanming in the world anymore, and your will no longer belongs to Nanming... Run away... Run away...
…At least, save your own life.”
As he finished speaking, he raised his palm, and the last of Nanming's divine light condensed in his palm, which hit his own heavenly spirit heavily.
boom----
A dull roar resounded deep in the souls of all Nanming Xuan practitioners.
The last trace of turbid light disappeared in Nan Guizhu's eyes, and his body slowly fell... and the belief that all Nanming Xuanzhe had just been reborn collapsed.
What is more desperate than despair is the despair that follows hope.
Nan Guizhi's last words undoubtedly told them that Nan Wansheng, who had just escaped... Nanming's last remaining hope, had perished in an instant.
Their fighting spirit, belief, and will completely collapsed. When the former God Emperor personally announced the demise of Nanming, they no longer had a sense of belonging and no reason to resist.
"Nan...ming...is...destroyed, how can...the...ming...god...exist..."
The two gods murmured exactly the same, and their eyes met each other, but there was not even a trace of color, only empty gray.
Bang!!
Two extremely scorching golden lights exploded in the air, and their last power of the gods exploded in their bodies, turning into their own funeral lights... Perhaps, this was the last dignity they could bloom in the face of complete despair.
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The last Mingshen left was Nan Qianqiu, who was pinched in Yan Yi's hand, with his head hanging, limbs drooping, and unable to even wish for death.
Both emperors died, and Ming Shen, who fought to the end, also chose to commit suicide... The bloody Nanming Xuan practitioners, even those elders and Ming guards with extremely high status, their last trace of faith completely collapsed.
There is nothing left to support.
Sluggish, howling, desperate... Nanming Xuanzhe, who was already at a huge disadvantage, collapsed again and again. They no longer had the will to fight, and began to run away with all their strength, because now, they could finally protect them.
The only thing that matters is your own life.
The blood-stained Dragon of the Beginning, with every wave of its dragon wings, will annihilate countless mysterious practitioners of the Southern Territory, and those Yama Demons and Ghosts are filled with resentment towards the mysterious practitioners of the Southern Territory and the pleasure of killing them. Their attacks will not
With no mercy at all, a few dozen people tore apart one hell of death after another in this devastated land.
The Nanming Royal City in his sight has turned into a real bloody hell, and in his ears are endless howls of despair. Yan Tianxiao looks down arrogantly. As an intruder, there is no trace of mercy or guilt in his black eyes, only endless pleasure...
…Their hatred and resentment towards the Mystics of the Three Realms has been deeply rooted in their bones and has been passed down for nearly a million years.
"Sure enough, that seemingly mysterious escape formation has been under the control of the Demon Lord for a long time." Yan Tianxiao smiled sarcastically, but in his heart he admired Yun Che for being so powerful that he couldn't describe it. He dodged and came to Yun Che's body.
He bowed his head and said, "Demon Lord, although there are many people left in Nanming, they have no intention of fighting. They are fleeing in all directions. Do you want to kill them all?"
As Nanming Xuanzhe fled, Taichu Dragon Clan's offensive slowed down significantly. Qianye Wugu and Qianye Bingzhu both stood quietly in front of Nan Guizhong's corpse and stopped taking action.
"I said that there must be no grass left in Nanming's lineage!" Yun Che's voice was cold: "However, with the few people you lead, it is not just crazy to kill them all."
In order to hide his whereabouts, Yan Tianxiao only brought Yan Mo and Yan Gui with him. Although they all have extremely terrifying power of the God Lord, their number is too small after all. It is indeed a fool's dream to want to exterminate Nanming's lineage.
"What does the Demon Lord mean?" Yan Tianxiao asked for instructions.
"Chase to the border of Nanming. As for what happens next..." A terrifying light flashed in Yun Che's eyes: "Someone will do it."
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Eastern God Territory, Eternal Sky Realm.
Since Yun Che set off for the Southern God Territory, although Chi Wuyao has not shown any worry at all, she has always been feeling uneasy these days.
When Yun Che is by her side, no matter how exaggerated he does, she can carry him along with him, but now that the east and south regions are separated, she is out of reach, and she cannot completely feel at ease.
The only two comforts were Mu Xuanyin who was hiding in the Southern God Realm, and Qianye Ying'er who followed quietly with the Second Brahma Ancestor and Gu Zhu.
The fragrant breeze blew gently, and a colorful shadow appeared in front of Chi Wuyao like a phantom light. Huajin knelt down and worshiped on the ground, with a slightly urgent voice: "Master, over there in the Southern Territory..."
"What happened?" Chi Wuyao stood up suddenly, which made Hua Jin appear slightly panicked, which was no small matter.
Hua Jin calmed down a little and said: "The Demon Lord brutally killed Ash Dragon God, one of the Nine Dragon Gods of the Dragon God Clan, during the canonization ceremony of Prince Nanming."
In just one sentence, every word is absolutely shocking. In particular, Hua Jin emphasized the word "torture".
"..." Chi Wuyao frowned lightly but said nothing.
Hua Jin continued: "This news spread very quickly. It is obvious that Nanming is actively fueling this matter. It won't take long for everyone to know about it."
"The Dragon Gods must have feelings for each other. When Ashes Dragon God dies, the other eight Dragon Gods will know immediately. Now is definitely not the time to touch the Dragon God Realm..." Chi Wuyao murmured: "Why would he do this?
"
Suddenly, she raised her eyebrows and whispered: "Could it be that he is using this to make Nanming fearful and force Nanming to use the Mingshen cannon!?"
"The Mingshen Cannon? What is that?" Hua Jin raised his head and asked subconsciously.
"If this is really the case, then I... still underestimated his madness for revenge." Chi Wuyao closed her eyes lightly, sighed, and said to herself in a daze: "I thought that after Ying'er's incident, he
At least……"
Hua Jin seemed to understand, and asked: "Master, the Dragon God Realm must be furious. Even without the Dragon Emperor's order, they cannot continue to remain silent. What should I do next? Please give me the order, Master."
After a short period of silence, Chi Wuyao opened his eyes, and his black pupils were as deep as the deep sea: "Instruct Tian Muyi and Tian Guhu to immediately mobilize at least fifty star realms stationed in the western realms of the Eastern Region and let them give up.
The station, headed by the kings of all realms, will immediately move north and return to the Northern God Territory. The faster the better, and the bigger the momentum, the better!"
Now, she must try her best to distract the Dragon God Realm and gain as much response time and opportunity as possible.
"Yes!" Although Hua Jin was shocked, she left without asking further.
"Wait!" Chi Wuyao suddenly thought of something, raised his jade arm and froze in the air.
"The order remains unchanged, but let Tian Muyi and Tian Guyu postpone their actions." Chi Wuyao's voice was slow, as if she was talking to Hua Jin, but also to herself: "Wait a few more hours, and the Southern God Territory will say
There may be some surprises.”
"There is another possibility..." She murmured in a low voice: "If the Dragon God dies, the Dragon Emperor might also feel it."
If so, the Dragon King who was "transferred" will definitely return to the Dragon God Realm immediately!
