Although the Battle Seal is the ultimate imperial weapon of the Temple of War, it is easily unable to be used. At this moment, the white-clothed God of War used his supreme supernatural power to evolve the Battle Seal, turning it into a peerless strike with terrifying power.
The collision of immeasurable darkness and immeasurable light, the confrontation between the Great Compassion Fist of Heaven and Earth and the Battle Seal, the duel between demons and gods, and the sublimation of two extreme powers!
Boom!
Everyone saw that on the sky, endless darkness and infinite light collided together, and then an extremely terrifying torrent broke out, penetrating the sky, and the void turbulence raged, as if it wanted to destroy everyone.
All the suns in the nine heavens were swallowed up.
Everyone felt that their ears had lost their sound, and their eyes were completely white, as if they couldn't hear anything, and couldn't see anything clearly!
"Who won?"
Everyone's eyes widened, waiting for the outcome of this battle with great nervousness.
Click!
In the void, two figures suddenly flew out, and Lei Xuanzhen and the God of War in white flew back at the same time.
However, the white-robed God of War looked like his clothes were fluttering and spotless, and his expression did not change at all, but his eyes became sharper.
And Lei Xuanzhen looked extremely miserable. Large areas of his demon scales were shattered, blood filled the air, and even the horn on his head was broken in half.
"Liu Baiyi, are you sure you want to fight to the death with me and die together?"
Lei Xuanzhen roared angrily, his eyes full of murderous intent.
"Perish together? What a pity, you have no chance!"
The white-clothed God of War said calmly, and his voice fell into Lei Xuanzhen's ears. It was like an ecstasy, causing his expression to change greatly.
Click!
At this moment, an extremely clear sound suddenly came out from the ancient phantom tree rooted in Thunder Mountain, and the trunk of the ancient phantom tree, as tall as the sky, was broken from the middle.
Endless magic light spurted out, huge tentacles shattered into pieces, and the ancient phantom tree collapsed, just like an ancient sacred mountain disintegrating directly. The terrifying aura caused the void in all directions to tremble violently.
At the very center, a nine-color divine light spurted out, turning into an extremely terrifying swallowing vortex. It was like a sun bursting out with immeasurable light, swallowing up the last power of the ancient phantom tree.
"What?!"
"What is that?"
"Who destroyed the ancient phantom tree?"
Everyone was stunned, and even their thinking stopped.
The scene in front of them was so dreamy that they simply couldn't believe that the mighty ancient phantom tree had been destroyed like this?
The nine-color divine light was so brilliant that one could vaguely see a figure in it, but no one could identify who it was.
Buzz!
At the moment when the ancient phantom tree was destroyed, the void trembled slightly, and the nine-color divine light enveloped the figure and disappeared in front of everyone's eyes in an instant.
Ling Xiao quietly put away the Wordless Heavenly Book, and then used the Secret Technique of Covering the Sky and the Secret Technique of Moving, and disappeared over Thunder Mountain, cutting off all attempts to explore him.
"Ah...Long Aotian, you and I are incompatible with each other and we will fight to the death!"
Lei Xuanzhen let out an extremely cruel roar. The magic light all over his body was dissipating rapidly, and his aura was rapidly weakening. He soon fell from his previous arrogant state and returned to his previous state.
He has returned to the peak of the saint realm.
"What? Could it be that the destruction of the Phantom Demon Ancient Tree has something to do with Uncle Long?"
"Isn't this...impossible? Although Uncle Long's combat power is incredible, he is only a semi-saint. How can he participate in such a world-shattering battle?"
"It's indeed impossible! But what does Lei Xuanzhen mean?"
When everyone heard Lei Xuanzhen's roar, they all showed extremely surprised expressions.
However, when they looked in the direction of Ling Xiao, they found that Ling Xiao was standing in the center of the three saints Liu Wenzheng, Chongxu and Chonghe, being tightly protected.
When he realized that everyone was looking at him, Ling Xiao had a look of innocence on his face and a hint of doubt in his eyes, which made everyone even more confused.
"Junior brother, you just took too many risks! Even if you are protected by the God of War, if someone discovers the wordless book in your body, I am afraid that even the God of War will not be able to protect you!"
Liu Wenzheng said in a somewhat annoyed voice.
How could he not know that Ling Xiao had left quietly before? It was just that he, Chongxu, and Chonghe had done some tricks to cover for Ling Xiao. No one even noticed when Ling Xiao left.
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"Senior brother, don't worry. As the saying goes, wealth can be gained through danger. How can we, the cultivators, care about this little risk? Haven't you seen that my cultivation has already broken through?"
Ling Xiao smiled slightly and exuded a little breath.
"Seven-turn semi-saint? Okay, okay... Hahaha, I didn't expect that my junior brother's talent is so incredible. If this continues, he will not be far away from attaining enlightenment and becoming a saint!"
Chongxu and Chonghe's eyes couldn't help but light up, and they said extremely excitedly.
Ling Xiao did gain a lot this time. The improvement of his cultivation by a small level was not the most important thing. The most important thing was that after the Wordless Heavenly Book devoured the ancient phantom tree, it was once again filled with energy and was about to manifest a secret technique.
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Moreover, Ling Xiao's Pantian Seal, the Sky-Swallowing Sword, and even the Thunder Spirit King and the Nether Clan Goddess all benefited greatly. They all seemed to be full. You can imagine that after they refined the energy
Afterwards, it will definitely give Ling Xiao a big surprise.
Boom!
Above the void, an overwhelming palm print came across the sky, intending to completely suppress Lei Xuanzhen. It contained a wave of power that could destroy all life.
The white-clothed God of War looked indifferent, and his attacks were extremely sharp.
"Ancestor, save me!!!"
Lei Xuanzhen's eyes were filled with an extremely frightened look, and he suddenly looked up to the sky and roared loudly, spitting out extremely obscure syllables, which turned out to be the oldest language of the demon clan.
After the ancient phantom tree was swallowed up by Ling Xiao, Lei Xuanzhen lost all his support, and his cultivation completely fell to the realm of a saint. He was no match for the white-robed God of War.
At this moment, he completely felt the threat of death and couldn't help but roar.
But what made Lei Xuanzhen unbelievable was that after he asked for help, there was no movement at all. The figure he imagined did not come as promised, and a bad premonition emerged in Lei Xuanzhen's heart.
Boom!
The white-clothed God of War slapped Lei Xuanzhen on the body, and instead of killing him completely, he imprisoned all his cultivation, and then lifted him up.
"Are you talking about Ancestor Leibo? It's a pity that he is such a good ancestor and wants to defect to the demons. He has already left before you. I will send you to see him right now!"
The white-clothed God of War said calmly, but when the voice reached Lei Xuanzhen's ears, his expression suddenly changed and his whole body began to tremble violently.