"Zheng!" The spear and the Winter Thunder Sword clashed together, and dazzling sparks shot out from between the two heavy weapons of the Xuanling Realm. The shock wave was vast and rolled towards Liuhe Bahuang.
Zhengzhengzheng! Chen Yu fought bloody battles, his black hair twisting like a dragon and snake, the ancient winter thunder sword in his hand bloomed with brilliant brilliance, and the sword was powerful enough to shatter everything in the forest.xdw8
The God's Mind is invincible. Although his combat power is only half a step into the Yuanying realm, his physical body is already at the Yuanying realm. If his sword energy cuts on it, he can't even break through the defense.
The spear buzzed like a beast that chooses people to devour. This heavy weapon has been sleeping for 30,000 years. Today it awakens, following its master, and wants to fight the world again.
The two of them fought from the sky to the earth, from the north to the south, like a duel between ancient gods and demons, never ending.
Taking advantage of this rare opportunity, Wansheng, who had recovered slightly, jumped to the top of Holy Spirit Mountain.
On the top of this majestic peak, with howling cold wind and white snow, Wan Sheng was dressed in a bulging golden robe, with a ruthless look in his eyes. His golden eyes were extremely sacred, and he was holding an ancient and mysterious seal in his hands.
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth spread over thousands of miles, one after another, like raging rivers converging into the vast ocean, and like vigorous white dragons, rushing towards the leader of the Holy Spirit Sect like a roaring mountain and a tsunami.
Huge golden talismans materialized in the sky, like rounds of world-destroying millstones capable of annihilating all living beings.
Wan Sheng went all out and condensed a total of fifty-five golden talismans, like fifty-five little scorching suns rising slowly, spreading the sacred light to every corner of the world.
"Retreat quickly!" On the horizon, Li Xiang's expression changed drastically. He led the other three elders to ride the Jinghong and quickly fled the battlefield.
"Zheng!" Amidst the trembling sound of metal, Chen Yu exchanged blows with the gods. The Donglei Ancient Sword was severely damaged, and the tip of the sword was broken and flew out.
The spear thrust forward, aiming at the center of Chen Yu's eyebrows. The sharp force was unrivaled.
Chen Yu's eyebrows hurt, and his head seemed to be split into pieces.
In the midst of the lightning and flint, Chen Yu clenched the Xuanhuang Pearl in his left hand, and his fist was filled with Xuanhuang Qi. He used his sword to deflect the thrusting spear away, and punched Shen Nian hard in the chest.
The thought of God was like a cannonball, shooting out and blasting into the Holy Spirit Mountain!
Holy Spirit Mountain's rocks were pierced through the sky, and its foundation was broken by the thoughts of gods. With the roar, this majestic mountain fell to one side as if it were holding up the heaven and earth.
"Fall!" Wan Sheng, who was suspended in the sky, pressed down hard with his right hand, and the roar shook the surrounding area.
"Buzz!" Fifty-five golden talismans fell down at this moment, fifty-five golden beams of light that destroyed the heaven and earth.
The majestic energy filled all directions, and golden light filled the heaven and earth, as if there was a supreme god creating heaven and earth out of chaos.
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Hundreds of miles away in Yicheng, thousands of monks were suspended in the sky, using their heavenly eyes to look in the direction of Holy Spirit Mountain.
More than 100,000 ordinary people crowded on the four city walls and watched from a distance.
The monks were okay, but unfortunately the mortals couldn't see anything. They could only hear the occasional roar, coming from afar, like thunder raging.
"Oh my God, Holy Spirit Mountain has fallen!" Someone screamed, and the noisy crowd fell silent instantly.
The Holy Spirit Mountain, which stood on the horizon and was older than the six major sects in the Xuanling Realm today, fell towards the southeast.
Like an ancient giant that had swallowed up the sun and moon, it was exhausted from rebuilding the world. It fell down, and its body turned into rolling mountains.
"Boom!"
The moment Holy Spirit Mountain fell, that area turned into a vast golden ocean, and a golden wave surged in like a tsunami. At this moment, Yicheng became a small boat on the sea.
Some low-level casual cultivators and too many civilians on the city walls were all carried away by the strong wind.
The monks were better off, but pitiful mortals, before they even had time to scream, their bodies were torn apart by the knife-like wind.
The shock wave was majestic and undulating, and large areas of buildings in Yicheng were swept up into the sky. The thick city body collapsed with fine cracks amidst the crackling sound. This was a disaster.
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I don’t know how much time has passed. When the turmoil between heaven and earth calmed down, Yicheng, which used to be bustling with traffic, had already turned into a dead city.
The rows of pavilions and attics disappeared, leaving only ruins, the city walls were crumbling, and the air was filled with the nauseating smell of blood.
Broken corpses were everywhere, and the ground was dyed red with blood, just like purgatory on earth.
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The Holy Spirit Mountain collapsed, and the scorched earth was covered with rocks. Wansheng, suspended in the sky, swept his golden eyes in all directions, looking for traces of Chen Yu.
I saw, in a corner of the scorched earth, Chen Yu was lying there, not knowing whether he was alive or dead. The Winter Thunder Sword in his hand had long been broken, and the remaining half of the sword was also full of cracks.
"Is he dead?" Wan Sheng said excitedly.
However, the next moment, Chen Yu, who seemed to have become a corpse, actually moved.
He suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils moved to the bottom of his eye sockets, staring at Wan Sheng like a beast.
Wan Sheng's hair stood on end, and cold air shot up from his spine. How could it be possible? Fifty-five golden light beams blasted out fifty-five sinkholes on the vast land. Unfortunately, let alone killing Chen Yu, this devil even injured him.
Didn't suffer at all.
Slowly sitting up, Chen Yu stood up holding half of the Winter Thunder Sword.
"Crack!" He lowered his head, and the Winter Thunder Sword in his right hand turned into iron filings silently and fell to the ground.
Chen Yu turned around and looked in the direction of Yicheng. In the wind blowing from there, there was a faint sound of mourning and crying.
Wansheng's all-out attack, regardless of the consequences, left tens of thousands of civilians in Yicheng dead without any body parts.
His dark eyes looked at Wan Sheng again, and Chen Yu said word by word: "I will refine all your three souls and seven souls, and I will make sure that you don't even have the chance to be reincarnated."
Wansheng's scalp was numb, and he roared at the top of his lungs: "You devil, go to hell!"
The fifty-five golden talismans hanging in the sky were buzzing, and they were about to lower golden light beams.
"Break it!" Unfortunately, Chen Yu would not give Wan Sheng a second chance. He punched Qing Ming, and a punch shot straight into the sky. The terrifying power shattered all the golden talismans in an instant.
Wow! Golden aura light crystals are flying and falling from the sky, like a gorgeous rain of flowers.
The magical power was annihilated, and Wan Sheng suffered a backlash. His internal organs were in agony, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth.
Chen Yu's eyes turned cold and he rushed towards Wansheng above the sky.
Suddenly, in the already dark sky and earth, a silver light spread across the north and south. It was the spear of the gods, piercing Chen Yu's heart.
At the critical moment, Chen Yu clenched the black and yellow bead in his right hand and punched the tip of the spear.
Zheng! The spear body trembled and flew away, being held in the hand of the god who rushed out of the rocks.
The sun has completely set, and night is about to fall. The bright moon tonight seems to be stained with blood, showing a charming and strange red color.