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There was a pop, and the whole world fell silent in an instant, and the remaining Wuji disciples were stunned, staring at the peak.

That terrifying arrow pierced Ning Chen's entire body, taking away the last wisp of life in his body.

The man who was as majestic as a mountain, white as snow, and had never taken a step back, finally fell.

More than 20 years ago, he left many legends in Wuji, he fought against the four major families, and more than 20 years later, he returned to Wuji and never left half a step.

When turmoil broke out, he threatened to dismiss everyone, but he could not refuse to fight, and finally entered the battlefield.

In the short period of half a month, it was like a century, and he stood like a mountain, giving everyone hope.

However, the giant finally fell, as if the end of the world had fallen, and the remaining Wuji disciples began to tremble, panic, panic, and be overwhelmed.

The breeze whistling, rolling up the fallen leaves on the ground, flying, accompanied by that kind of lonely sound, and a kind of loneliness, filled everyone's heart.

"Retreat, everyone retreat. Li Xiao gritted her teeth and roared.

"Uncle Junior. ”

"No, Uncle Xiao is still alive, he is still alive. ”

"Damn, I fought with them. The rest of the Wuji disciples, sad and angry, rushed into the air and killed here.

However, the end was already doomed, a sword slashed down, and the only remaining Wuji disciples fell, their blood spilled all over the sky, turned into a rain of blood, and fell to the earth.

Li Xiao's face was pale, and the whole person was stiff.

Roar!

The toad rushed towards Li Xiao, and fear appeared in its green and faint eyes, and it wanted to carry Li Xiao out of here.

Dead, all dead.

Wuji is gone, and the last few disciples have turned into corpses and sunk here forever.

The toad rushed over, carrying Li Xiao, and wanted to turn around and leave.

At this moment, the big bright red hand came through again, carrying great strength and an undoubted willpower.

It grabbed Kid Victor and tried to get him alive.

Peng!

The huge Victor Kid, a spatial jump, directly crossed out, and in the end, its figure disappeared far away.

The Great War is over, and the powerhouses of the Xuanyuan clan have begun to leave here.

I don't know how long it took, as if it had been a long, long time, when a gray figure came here, and he felt that familiar breath, looking for it from afar.

Looking up, he froze when he saw the crucified man above the peak.

"Uncle Junior. Li Pu whispered, his thoughts were indescribably lonely, and there was a hint of sadness, he was too late after all.

After a long time, he opened his golden pupils, and the power of the heavenly eye appeared, wanting to see a picture of the battle not long ago.

In the blur, he saw the strong man of the Xuanyuan clan, and even, he saw that terrible arrow, and Ning Chen was crucified there like this.

There is even a big bright red hand, which is full of weirdness.

After a few short breaths, the power of the Heavenly Eye dissipated, he recovered, and with a click, he clenched his hands tightly, his eyes showing a cold glow.

Roar!

Li Pu roared angrily, overwhelmed with grief, and a powerful force penetrated through the sky, crushing the earth, mountains and rivers for dozens of miles.

A short time, a blurry picture, but he clearly felt the power of those people, and they were all shooting...

Until the end, Ning Chen fought until he was exhausted, unable to resist the killing of the two arrows.

He didn't back down, so why didn't he back down?

Is he guarding something?

This sky, this earth, mountains and rivers?

Why do you fight when you know that the enemy is strong?

A man, a piece of sky, a broken sword, rotten in the wind, without support, until death.

Li Pu trembled, he suffocated, walked over silently, and brought Ning Chen above the peak down.

There was a clang, and a snow-white long sword fell down and stuck it into the ground, and when you looked closely, there were cracks on the sword body.

Snow Sword, the thirteenth ranked royal god soldier in the land of Qingzhou, belongs to Ning Chen.

Now, with the last battle of its master, it has also begun to dim, and the royal aura has dissipated a lot.

Li Pu buried Ning Chen's body under the peak, he took the snow sword and left here far away.

A few hours later, he returned to Qinghe County.

The earth has sunk, Wuji Mountain has disappeared, and even the once prosperous mausoleum city has become a hell on earth.

Blood everywhere, bones everywhere, desolation with no end in sight.

Li Pu walked for a long, long time, he didn't see a person, and finally he walked towards the land of Qingzhou and galloped towards the ancestral land of the Lin family.

It's already collapsed there.

After a short stay, Li Pu walked towards the former Wufeng City.

As a result, he saw hell on earth, with rivers of blood and a whistling breeze, like a sad song rising and falling in his ears.

"Not a single one remains. Li Pu raised his head and whispered, he began to be quiet, but the silence was so terrifying.

He could imagine the turmoil and the killing, but he had no idea that it would be so ruthless that not even a mortal could live, and even an old man, a toddler, would fall in blood.

How ruthless are the Xuanyuan clan? Do they really regard the people of the land of Kyushu as ants?

The Holy City...

The last defensive line of the land of Qingzhou, all the living cultivators have gathered here to seek protection.

Three days ago, the Xuanyuan clan had already entered here, but they had not acted for a long time, leaving the entire holy city filled with depression and suffocation.

However, on this very day, a divine light pierced the sky, it was a letter raft, and the letter raft turned into a sharp sword and slashed into the deepest part of the holy city.

Under the Thirteen Life Sword Peak, the old man opened his eyes, and with a wave of his big hand, he calmly caught the letter raft.

"Are you coming?"

"Are they going to kill them?"

"What about the Lord of the Holy City?

"It's over, they're strong. The cultivators felt the breath of the raft and couldn't help but be frightened.

"Hand over the key to the Paradise of Gods and Demons, or you will be killed. ”

On the raft, only two sentences were written, but there was an astonishing murderous aura, and in the end, the murderous aura burst out and burned into a scorching flame.

The old man pressed his backhand, and the breath of the imperial road spread, suppressing the murderous aura in the letter raft at once.

The key to the paradise of gods and demons.

These words made the old man silent, and he also frowned, thinking hard, he didn't know what the key to the Paradise of Gods and Demons was.

But he knew who he was.

"Senior, senior, are you there?" Li Xiao shouted.

"Is there anything wrong with you?" walked out a young man in his twenties, the only disciple of the Lord of the Holy City.

Back then, he was still young, and he never thought that in the blink of an eye, he had grown up.

"Is your master there? Just now I saw a ray of light shining into here. Li Xiao was about to stop and said with some concern.

"He's a good old man. The young man replied.

"Hmm, I see? I have an opinion on some of the city's defenses. Li Xiao said.

"The Master is in retreat, and he said that he would only need to wait a few days. The man replied, then said no more and turned away.

"What do you mean? How many days is it? What if they get here?" Li Xiao opened her eyes wide: "Hey, don't go! Come back, let's talk again." ”