On the altar, a terrifying aura erupted,

Cangjian slashed open the hanging galaxy, as if a universe had been cut open.

The same is true of Yuan Ding, the falling Xuanhuang Qi collides with the brilliant galaxy, and bursts out with incomparable holy light, as if opening up the world.

Drifting snow, the Night Moon Demon Emperor Hall and other ancestral weapons were all at this moment, building a defensive light curtain.

Su Yang took a step forward, and a faint layer of golden light covered his body.

"Stinky thief, you ......" Zi Lingxue wanted to speak and stopped, but was stopped by Zi Yundong single-handedly.

Su Yang's move attracted the attention of some people.

"What is he going to do?"

Suddenly, there was a terrible scream from the altar, it was really the Lord of the Star Palace.

"Why isn't he dead yet?"

"It's absolutely impossible not to kill," one person said nervously, the strength of the Star Hall Lord just now left too deep an impression on people.

If the means left by the ancient sages could not kill him, would anyone else in the world be able to take action?

Bang......

A loud bang rang out, and his shouts grew louder and louder, and then the sound of an explosion drowned out the shouts.

The voice of the Star Hall Lord was getting weaker and weaker.

"Great!

The sound faded away, the altar was filled with smoke, the stone platform had completely cracked, and the foundation seemed to sink.

The volcano outside him had long since crumbled, and everyone stood on a large rock, looking at the cracked stone platform in shock.

The stone platform resembles a piece of tofu that has been cut with many knives, full of cracks, and the stones on the edge have fallen into the yellow spring.

The space inside the stone platform is also extremely unstable, the stone platform filled with immortal mist, the aura is extremely disordered, the space is shrinking little by little, and the space path is about to fail.

The yellow spring water under the stone platform has been affected, and it is no longer calm and waveless, as if it is circling the stone platform, forming a whirlpool and flowing back.

The black mist fills the air, as if it reflects patches of time and space. Every drop of water splashes, as if it contains a microcosm of an era, and the scene is extremely strange.

The coercion of this world has disappeared, and it is not much different from the rest of this small world.

"Great, this coercion is gone. ”

"Is it true that the eight ancestral weapons are fighting each other?"

Suddenly, on the pile of troubled times, a black figure moved.

Hundred Refining Immortal suddenly held the black knife in front of him, slowly stood up, and a murderous aura naturally flowed out.

"What is he going to do?"

Some looked at him with high nervousness.

For a while, the Yan King Sword Bearer and the Overlord Sword Inheritor, one after another strange behaviors, stimulated the nerves of some people.

And the momentum of slaughtering the whole world is really palpitating!

The dust cleared, and in the center of the altar, a figure with messy hair stood in the center, its face and body covered with black blood.

"Not dead yet!"

Some couldn't help but hold the divine weapon and took a step back.

The Star Hall Master's eyes were completely black, as if they had been dug up empty.

His white hair was messy, and the black lines on his forehead were gone.

Many people gasped, their brows furrowed, and they stared intently at the very terrifying scene ahead

"No! he's dead!"

Click, click, click, his body was like this stone platform, slowly cracking, and wisps of faint black gas overflowed from the cracks......

"Amitabha Buddha ......" the monks of Western Xinjiang, the relics in the seven-story Futu ancient pagoda above their heads are glowing.

The sound of the Buddha pierces people's minds and purifies the deep miasma......

Above the stone platform, as the imprint of the Seven Ancestral Weapons dissipated, the imprint of the Starry Sky Temple also dissipated. But the dark clouds that cover it are still there!

Suddenly, Su Yang's golden light was flourishing, his blue pupils, and his hair were dyed with a faint layer of gold dust.

"I want to go!"

Su Yang stepped out, and before everyone could react, his whole person moved to the altar, and he slashed towards the black mist above the head of the Star Hall Lord with a sword!

"Ahh

There was a screaming sound from that wisp of black mist.

"What!?, not even dead!" Everyone showed shocked faces, and the man was still not dead!

"Damn!" one of the men yelled unwillingly, reluctantly,

Zi Yundong didn't lock it tightly, grabbed Zi Lingxue, and said secretly: "How did he find out?"

A black mist was cut down, and it immediately dissipated into the air.

"Is it because of the Yan Wang Sword?" an old monk muttered, also thinking of that layer!

Su Yang Huo Ran raised his head and looked at the wisp of black mist coldly.

The black mist rose into the air at great speed, towards the dark cloud

"Where to run!" Su Yang shouted, and suddenly turned his head and shouted at Duan Kongkong: "Duan Fat!"

After saying that, he immediately jumped and chased after the figure!

"Oooh......"

Duan Kongkong paused, nodded in a panic, threw out the black pot above his head, and secretly sealed the seal to exert spatial magic powers, teleporting!

Su Yang jumped hundreds of meters high, but he still couldn't reach the clouds!

"Let's go!" Suddenly, he kicked down with his right foot! Just stepped on the black cauldron thrown in the middle of the air, and staged a beautiful aerial relay with Su Yang.

Su Yang kicked on the black pot and jumped upwards with the help of his strength! The speed was extremely fast, like a yellow holy light, and it rushed into the clouds at once!

"That's fine......" one muttered.

Everyone was stunned, not knowing whether to be surprised or amused.

The end of the world realm jumped hundreds of meters high, what an amazing physical body, but in the end, stepping on a black pot, it made people laugh.

Zi Yundong glanced at the fat man next to him, with a smile on his face, he could see all the empty little movements just now.

"Uncle, don't look at me like that, I'm a man. Duan Kongkong, put his hands on his belly, lowered his head slightly, his cheeks were flushed, and said very shyly.

"Ahem...... Zi Yundong's smiling face suddenly froze, and the corners of his mouth twitched, this fat man is really speechless.

Zi Lingxue lowered her head and sighed slightly, wanting to show that she didn't know him.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable......" Cao Wuming recited a trumpet, smiling obscenely, looking at Su Yang who had not entered the clouds.

Suddenly, the Sect Master of the Canglan Sword Sect said, offering a flying sword

"Chase!"

All of a sudden, he stepped on a flying sword and flew upwards!

He was not the only one who reacted, many people on the stone platform had sacrificed their flying tools to climb the clouds!

Suddenly, there was a bang!

The iron sword smashed to the ground, and then a gray figure slowly fell, and his face was extremely bad.

After a while, the figures that had just vacated in the air fell one after another.

"What's going on!????," said one of them, sweeping around, loudly and hurriedly.

At this moment, the yellow spring on the stone platform seemed to be evaporating, and the mist was getting thicker and thicker, and it was black, as if it had entered an endless eternal night.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, this is the ...... of Huangquan Mist"

……

Above the clouds, Su Yang was confronting a black shadow, behind the black shadow, there was a small altar, and above, a small silver iron piece was emitting a soft holy light

"Who the hell are you!!" There was a roar from the shadow, full of unwillingness and shock.

"You're a fart, I'm the Emperor of Heaven!"

……

(End of chapter)