Mountains and rivers were destroyed, wildfires ignited the prairie fire, all the visions suddenly dissipated, and the shocking power also disappeared.
"this--"
Ancestor Qingyang looked at this scene in disbelief, his huge palms trembling uncontrollably, and he roared in disbelief: "No! This is impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"
This was the ultimate move he had learned after living in the world for three hundred years and experiencing the ups and downs of the dynasty. The opponent actually blocked it with his white hair and it was gone?
This is too shocking.
"Ancestor? Haha." Mu Yue sneered and said, "At your level, you are just a reptile at best. How dare you call yourself an ancestor in front of this young master? Huh?!"
"You, the cultivators of gods in this world, are the most conceited. You are just trying to gain fame and reputation, and you are exaggerating!"
Mu Yue's voice was as cold as ice, floating in the air here.
In the blink of an eye, the body woven with silver threads gradually disintegrated and turned into a three-thousand-foot white hair again.
This time, it's not defense, but active attack.
The white hair instantly shot up to the sky, twisted around, wrapped the body of Patriarch Qingyang deep in the sky, and tied it into a rice dumpling.
"Ahhhh——"
Ancestor Qingyang had a look of panic on his face and let out a hysterical cry.
"Master Yimo, please, please let me go. I'm just venting my anger for my disciple. I..."
"puff--"
Before Patriarch Qingyang finished speaking, his body was cut into thousands of pieces by Muyue's silver wire.
The virtual incarnation is not a physical entity, so even if it is cut into pieces, blood will not really be spilled.
Ancestor Qingyang's body shattered into fragments and phantoms, turned into dots of fluorescent light, and disappeared over the Demon Sealing Ridge.
After the war, there was silence.
Whether it was the disciples of the Fire Tribe, the Tu Tribe, the Shui Tribe, or Ling Luo's family, everyone was silent, with faces full of surprise, and they couldn't even say a word.
A billion trillions away from the starry sky, on the Yama star, Patriarch Qingyang's body spurted out a mouthful of blood. His soul was damaged, his spirit was shaken, his body tilted sideways, and he collapsed to the ground.
"Ancestor, Ancestor, what's wrong with you?!"
A thousand years ago, the older generation disciples of the Fire Tribe who followed Patriarch Qingyang into the outer starry sky all looked shocked and terrified.
Ancestor Qingyang stretched out a hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his lips. With the help of his subordinates, he sat up with great difficulty. His expression was extremely serious and he said: "Pass my order to the Fire Tribe of the Sixth Heaven."
This department must no longer be enemies with Ling Luo and Xuanyuan Yu, and we will perish on our own!"
"Ancestor?" The older disciples of the Fire Tribe couldn't believe what they heard, "Ancestor, you are the number one member of our Fire Tribe, how could you lose?"
"A strange demon! There is a strange demon!" Ancestor Qingyang let out a weak roar with his eyes cracked.
Sixth Heaven, Sealing Demon Ridge.
After Muyue defeated Patriarch Qingyang's virtual incarnation, she transformed into silvery white hair again, and jumped back along the cross scars of the Emperor's Mirror, still leaving half of it stuck outside.
Ancestor Qingyang was defeated miserably. The thousands of disciples of the right wing of the Holy Alliance were all scared to death and fled in panic. After a while, the flattened Demon Sealing Ridge became empty.
"Thank you Mr. Muyue for saving me."
Ling Luo cupped his hands and bowed respectfully to the white hair exposed on the emperor's mirror.
"Since it's the request from the Lord of Desolation, it's just a little effort." Mu Yue's voice came from the Emperor's Mirror. It was unfazed and very plain, revealing a soul-stirring coldness.