The first white clothes were destroyed, the second, and the third.
Qin Xuan mobilized 100,000 heavenly soldiers, transformed into 100,000, and fought fiercely against these endless creatures.
At the seventh hour, Qin Xuan transformed into one hundred thousand, and thousands were destroyed.
At the twelfth hour, the incarnation perishes and exceeds ten thousand.
At the twentieth hour, the incarnation is destroyed, and the number exceeds fifty thousand.
At the thirty-second hour, Qin Xuan's face turned pale and his Imperial Mind was almost exhausted, so he had to use the Scroll of Eternal Life Breaking Tribulation to transform the Emperor's Mind with Imperial power to make up for the depletion.
There are almost very few incarnations left. If it weren't for the power of heaven and earth here, which is still strong, he might have tried his best.
He killed countless creatures, and the corpses were piled up like mountains, like a pile of corpses.
Millions, tens of millions, hundreds of millions, billions, tens of billions...
Even Qin Xuan, no one knows how many creatures fell under his incarnation.
In his eyes, every death of a living being is like wind passing away or dust flying away.
After another three hours, the last incarnation was completely destroyed in this world.
The endless creatures climbed over the mountain of corpses and continued to kill Qin Xuan as before.
Qin Xuan was in the air, his face pale, but his eyes were still solemn, looking at the gathered creatures.
When these creatures came under him, suddenly, a creature jumped up and struck at him with a sword.
This blow was not strong, it was a full blow from Jinxian. For Qin Changqing, it could not even break his defense.
Emperor Qin Xuan's power shook slightly and shook the creature into blood mist.
However, at this moment, below, the numerous creatures were leaping towards Qin Xuan like locusts.
Every attack was not enough to hurt him. Qin Xuan didn't even make a move. The imperial power was constantly vibrating, shattering the bodies of these creatures and falling to the ground.
Qin Xuan's face was not relaxed at all.
Even if each of these creatures consumes one billionth of his imperial power, the endless superposition of creatures will eventually exhaust his imperial power.
Qin Xuan seemed to have seen the result. Behind him, the golden imperial power turned into clouds and condensed.
boom!
The angry look of Changsheng rises impressively, with ten arms of angry look, shocking the leaping creatures around.
At the same time, a large bell appeared in Qin Xuan's palm.
Immortal burial bell!
Buzz buzz...
The bell rang, resounding throughout the heaven and earth, extinguishing millions and millions of lives.
As the bells dispersed, the corpses of the creatures beneath Qin Xuan were almost completely buried in the earth.
The Eternal Sword also fell into Qin Xuan's hands at this moment. He did not use the imperial power nor the divine principles of the Great Dao.
"It's nothing more than an ant eating an elephant!"
Qin Xuan murmured softly. He looked at the endless creatures that were coming one after another, and the sword in his hand slowly came out.
The sword was like a shadow, extremely swift, and in an instant, it cut off the heads of hundreds of creatures.
Qin Xuan's eyes flickered with a faint light.
This sword is not fast enough!
He moved his sword again, and this sword seemed to be slightly faster than before.
He seemed to be practicing the sword with these millions of creatures, and endless sword techniques, sword styles, and sword ways flashed through his mind.
One sword after another, Qin Xuanruo was not tired. From the beginning, he focused on the speed of the sword, strong power, and quick eyesight. In the end, he almost forgot about these and fell into some kind of instinct.
Three and a half hours later, Qin Xuan's physical strength was almost exhausted. Qin Xuan stood up with flying wings, and his imperial power turned into billowing essence and rushed into his body.
After about a hundred breaths, Qin Xuan held the sword and fell from the air. His body was almost integrated with the sword. Every sword strike was almost extremely fast, and every sword tear tore a hole.
At the vital point of the figure, there is even the power of heaven and earth faintly gathering towards Qin Xuan.
It seemed as if the whole world was helping him.
The sword is like blending with the heaven and earth, the wind is like guarding his body and increasing his speed, and the eyes are like judging the speed of those many creatures moving their troops.
That person, in this endless sea of creatures, was killing and honing his sword skills. He seemed to be blending with the world, and he seemed to be controlling the world to help him...
The Tomb of the Hundred Kings is 300,000 miles away from Qin Xuan.
Yunli stood quietly in front of a figure sitting cross-legged.
"The God-King of the Silver Blood Clan, the Seventh Emperor Realm!"
Yun Li murmured softly, "Did I pierce the heart with my sword? It's been too long, I forgot about it!"
She has a book and a pen in her hand, recording something.
Her figure flickered, and immediately appeared in another place.
"The God King of the Celestial Clan should be one of the three most powerful people among all races." She looked at a burly figure and saw the severed head. The head was like a piece of gravel, falling in the distance, "
Did I break your head?"
Yunli sighed and started writing with a pen.
Her figure disappeared again, recording the reasons for the fall of each god king.
She appeared in front of hundreds of god-kings here, and recorded them bit by bit.
Until, the last God King, a man, stood in front of a palace. He held two halberds in his hands and glared at the door of the palace with an angry look.
This god-king was frozen in the eternal ice and completely perished here.
Yunli appeared in front of the God King, with a touch of sadness in her eyes.
"What a pity, you and I have the best relationship!"
Yun Li laughed in a low voice, "But he was killed here with just one finger of my finger."
There was no writing pen in her hand. It seemed that she had already written down the death method of this god king.
Yun Li looked at the God King quietly. She turned around slowly and glanced at the palace.
"You shouldn't have come!"
Suddenly, Yunli's words seemed to become cold.
"Why come again when you know you're going to die?"
"He has never been able to change, let alone you!"
"Everyone is like this. Do they have to die by my hands?"
Yunli was clenching her fists. She stared at the majestic palace. After a long time, she sighed.
"Go and see him!"
Yunli stepped on his feet and disappeared.
About half an hour later, Yunli's figure appeared a hundred miles away from Qin Xuan.
She looked at the endless sea of creatures, and her expression suddenly changed.
Only a figure was seen, soaked in blood and standing. Under him was a mountain of corpses tens of thousands of feet long.
The white clothes were in tatters, and the emperor's blood was constantly dripping, pouring on the mountain of corpses.
All around, there were only a few thousand of the endless creatures left, no longer the endless expanse as far as the eye could see.
Yunli's pupils were condensing. No one knew better than her what Qin Xuan was doing.
In the Era of Ten Thousand Races, 360 billion creatures formed an army and marched towards the royal land. On this battlefield, she laid down the law of death and transformed the bones of the outside world into an army of the undead.
Thirty-sixty billion living beings are wandering and will only be attracted by life. As long as they are cut off from life, even if they pass by, they will never take action.
She set up this method just to cause some trouble for the god-king who entered the Tomb of the Hundred Kings. She wanted to use this method to kill a god-king. Unless the god-king was so stupid that he couldn't see through the isolation of life, he could avoid fighting this god-king.
At one point, he was forcefully consumed to death by these fallen soldiers of all races.
Now, she saw a figure, killing a mountain of corpses tens of thousands of feet in the Tomb of the Hundred Kings, killing hundreds of billions of creatures.
The man was kneeling on the mountain of corpses on the ground, leaning on a sword, still not
fall.
Suddenly, the last of the thousands of creatures jumped up and slashed at the body with their cold swords.
Puff puff……
Sword shadows came out one after another, defeating the thousands of creatures and sheathing their swords.
The sword is on the waist, but it has not turned into a small pendant.
Qin Xuan held his sword and lowered his head. He stood quietly. The surrounding world was filled with terrifying silence.
"Evergreen!"
Yunli came to his senses and stepped forward, appearing next to Qin Xuan.
Suddenly, the Eternal Sword at Qin Xuan's waist disappeared in an instant, and a ray of sharpness struck directly at Yunli's throat!