This move can be said to be a drain on the fire, hurting both sides.
Lin Jie and all the powerful men in the Wandao Realm were injured and died.
The Night Demon and the Seven Ambassadors were also seriously injured by the explosion. At this moment, they were no longer able to exert their quasi-divine power.
The power of the explosion also razed the world inside the Wandao Realm to the ground. The mountains, rivers, and cities were all wiped out, leaving only endless ruins.
The dust falls and the air-conditioning roars, this is the world of ten thousand ways.
The huge branches of the Bodhi tree were riddled with holes, leaving only the roots, which released a faint trace of vitality.
In the nearby ruins, a man was lying.
people?
Everything was destroyed. The power of the quasi-spiritual killing talisman wiped out everything but could not erase a single person?
This was an old man with disheveled hair, as if he had been sleeping, but at this moment, he opened his blurry eyes.
His eyes were chaotic and gray, but then, his pupils became brighter and clearer.
He is the crazy old man.
If Lin Jie were here, he would never believe that the power from a quasi-spiritual spirit could not kill the crazy old man.
"Wandao Realm, Lin Jie, Qitian Road..."
The crazy old man sat cross-legged and slowly recalled everything, as if he had had a dream, a very long and ancient dream. Following the dream, he came to the world of ten thousand ways.
Slowly raised his head: "The seven quasi-gods came down to the chaotic world?
Do you still dare to release the power of the gods and destroy the Great Chaos?
These seven people are far from understanding the horror of order."
Deep in the sky.
Lin Jie endured the serious injury and looked behind him. Donghuang Changqing, Queen Prajna, Ji Ning, Ye Guan, Li Tianming, Fire Worshiping Sage, Chen Song, Hua Yunfei, Xiao Nanqiu, Chang Qingsong and others were all there.
Seriously injured.
Everyone has exhausted their divine power and is now like a mortal, unable to fight anymore. Even deeper, millions of people were shocked to death.
"Little Master, the seven quasi-gods are here again."
Xiaotu suddenly walked out.
Lin Jie slowly gritted his teeth and turned around to look. Sure enough, he saw the Night Demon and the six envoys flying over in the same mess: "Xiao Tu, take everyone to the rear. I am going to use the final Thunder Punishment Order now.
Fight with the Order of Fate and the seven quasi-gods."
"My dear master, I can help you fight. I can at least withstand a few attacks from the quasi-god."
Xiaotu didn’t want to leave.
"Lin Jie, it has been many years since I have been injured like this."
The Night Demon wiped away the dust and came with the messenger. He said with blood flowing: "If it weren't for the Lord of the Night who wants you to live, I really want to crush you to ashes now."
Lin Jie faced all this calmly: "Night Demon, do you still think I'm a weakling?"
"No, I have learned your methods, how can I still ignore you?
But at this moment, you are at the end of your rope, your backing has fallen, the Ten Thousand Dao Realm has lost its origin, and those people can no longer help you, so what can you do to fight with me?"
Night Demon Jiejie smiled.
"Lin Jie, suffer death!"
The six envoys trembled in pain, grinning in pain even as they swung the Dark Thunder Spear.
Lin Jie secretly activated the Taoist scriptures of the heavens and looked at him domineeringly: "Forget it, today I will use my real trump card, Night Demon, you want me to live. It seems that you already know my identity and what my trump card is.
Aren't you curious about the power I possess?"
"His identity?"
The six envoys were all curious and puzzled, and then they all looked at Night Demon, but Night Demon just remained silent.
Even in the Ten Thousand Dao Realm, countless people could not understand what identity Lin Jie was talking about.
The Night Demon flew out forcefully and hunted with murderous intent: "I am indeed curious. I have learned your methods before. To be honest, I am really afraid of your trump card. Unfortunately, I work for the Lord of the Night and have to take it.
You, even if I know you are extraordinary, I will still take action."
Whoosh.
As soon as Night Demon finished speaking, the six envoys were already accumulating their strength. Unexpectedly, a gust of wind suddenly came between the two sides.
Lin Jie's eyes trembled.
Night Demon and the Six Ambassadors also slowly looked at him with expressions of disbelief.
In the sky above the ruins below, a figure came out of the air. He was as embarrassed as a beggar, with disheveled hair and a thin body, but for some reason, he had a special aura about him.
"Crazy old man?"
Xiao Tu was shocked, and he immediately recognized the identity of the visitor.
"It's really him. It seems he's not crazy."
Donghuang Changqing looked at the visitor in astonishment and recognized the crazy old man.
Lin Jie also looked at the crazy old man in shock, how could it be him?
Suddenly I felt guilty. I was only focused on fighting the night demon, but I didn't think about the crazy old man under the Bodhi tree.
Fortunately he is still alive.
But alive?
Lin Jie couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. The power of the killing talisman released by the messenger was so devastating that it failed to kill the crazy old man?
Look at the crazy old man again. Not only is he not injured, he seems to have just woken up.
"Where did you come from, bastard?"
A messenger walked out, brandishing his spear bloody, and shouted coldly.
The crazy old man slowed down his pace and when he raised his head, he revealed an extremely thin silhouette in his sixties.
He seemed to be sizing up the strength of the envoy, then looked at the Night Demon, and said in a vicissitude: "Seven quasi-gods came to the Great Chaos for nothing, causing a smoky atmosphere below, but thank you for waiting."
"Thank me for waiting?"
The messenger couldn't understand.
The crazy old man smiled faintly: "Back then, I was injured by the shock and restrained by order. I fell into a deep sleep for a while. The quasi-god killing power you just unleashed woke me up. Should I thank you?"
The messenger sneered coldly: "You lunatic, what nonsense are you talking about?
Come and die."
The messenger suddenly had blood-red murderous intent, like Shura, wielding the spear of dark thunder, and struck a blow at the crazy old man.
"Be careful! The other party is a god!"
Lin Jie's face couldn't help but tense up.
After hearing this, the crazy old man glanced at Lin Jie, and then quietly watched the power of the spear coming, but he just turned his hand and pressed it, and with a bang, the power of the spear dissipated instantly.
"impossible!"
The messenger exclaimed, his eyes almost falling.
"Who is this?"
"The other party is a quasi-god."
"He can dissolve and suppress the quasi-divine power with just a slight pressure of his hand?"
"Where can we find such a master in the Ten Thousand Dao Realm?"
"This person is called a crazy old man. He was brought back by the Holy Son from the spiritual time and space in the past. I didn't expect him to be a master."
Everyone in Wandao Realm was shocked and curious about the identity of the crazy old man. Finally, Chang Qingsong revealed the origin of the crazy old man.
"Little Master, I'm afraid the crazy old man is..." Xiao Tu said in shock.
The Night Demon was furious and shouted: "You are a quasi-god!!"
The crazy old man stroked his beard: "Yes, you are quasi-gods, and so am I. Otherwise, how can I block the attack of quasi-gods?"
"Quasi-god!"
Everyone in Wandao Realm was excited. The crazy old man was actually a quasi-god.
"Knew it."
Only Lin Jie had no accident, because he had awakened to the order of his life when he fused a drop of the mad old man's blood, so from then on, he suspected that the mad old man was a quasi-god.