Moo –

In the darkness of the void.

After King Jingtu lit the altar, he kept calling for Emperor Tubo.

And in the array, a huge soullight black bull also appeared, walking in the dangerous darkness, ready to lead Emperor Tubo back.

But at this very moment.

Rumble!

There seemed to be a huge footprint stepping down, stepping on everything in an instant, which made King Jingtu completely stunned. He didn't expect that more than 2,000 years of hard work would be ruined like this.

"Ahh

At this time, King Jingtu roared angrily.

"Who is it?"

His body swelled rapidly, like a mountain, bursting out with a terrifying murderous aura. However, when he felt the breath of arrival, his face suddenly turned pale, and he turned around and fled back frantically.

That's impossible!

He thought as he ran, after all, it was too terrifying.

When he escaped from the darkness to the darkness in the depths of the city, he gradually calmed down.

It must be an illusion!

He thought like this, how could there be a emperor coming?

However, when he looked at Youdu, his whole person was as petrified.

What about the hidden capital?

Why is the ghost capital gone?

"What's going on?" King Jingtu shouted anxiously, "Where is the Youdu, where is my Youdu, why is it gone?"

But in front of him, there was only chaos and chaos.

Not to mention the hidden capital, even the underworld has turned into chaos.

He searched around in the chaos, wondering if he had come to the wrong place, why did he disappear in the blink of an eye?

"It must have been running too fast and coming to the wrong place. ”

King Jingtu comforted himself.

However, instead of turning away, he searched even more frantically.

A moment later.

King Jingtu stood dumbfounded, motionless like a wood carved clay sculpture, his face full of pathos.

It's just a blink of an eye.

Everything has been beaten back to its original shape, what the hell is going on?

Who did this?

King Jingtu was extremely angry and murderous.

At this moment, a black shadow crawled out of the chaos, and King Jingtu noticed it and rushed forward.

"Dazai?" said anxiously and angrily, "What's going on? Who did this?"

Poof-

Dazai spewed out a breath of ghostly breath, looking extremely weak.

"Where's the master?"

King Keito shook Dazai and asked, his face full of anxiety.

King Dazai raised his finger and pointed, and King Keito immediately rushed forward and dug out a huge body from the chaotic chaos, which was none other than the Palm Yin King's Soldier Master.

But at this time, the King of Palm Yin was already dying.

"Soldier Master!"

King Jing Tu shouted.

"Yes, yes, yes, ghost—"

At this time, the head of the Palm Yin King tilted, and he passed out again.

"What the hell?" King Jingtu was extremely irritable, they were ghosts, and they were the most powerful ghosts.

In this world, what other ghost can destroy the hidden capital?

And let the entire underworld turn into chaos?

Indescribable weird existences such as "taboo" and "weird" are not ghosts.

"It's the Ghost Emperor. ”

At this time, Dazai was powerless, and his face was still full of horror, and he didn't seem to expect that the Ghost Emperor would be able to be resurrected.

"Ghost Emperor?!"

King Jingtu was shocked, as if he was frozen, and only after a few breaths did he come back to his senses, and said with panic: "How is this possible......?

Dazai struggled to get up, shook his head, and said, "It was the Ghost Emperor who destroyed the Netherworld with one kick and destroyed the Netherworld ......"

"Now in Youdu, I'm afraid there are only three of us left. ”

Dazai sighed.

Who would have thought that when the Youdu was about to dominate the world, the ghost emperor who had been dead for more than 2,000 years suddenly opened the coffin board and came back to life and trampled them to death......

"There are only three of us left in the Hidden Capital?"

King Jingtu was dumbfounded.

The secluded capital that has been immortal for more than 2,000 years, and the secluded capital that has accumulated for more than 2,000 years, have been destroyed like this?

Ruined with one kick?

"Ahh

King Jingtu roared.

"As long as the emperor returns, we will still be able to rebuild the hidden capital. ”

Dazai reassured.

"I can't go back, I can't add it. ”

At this time, King Jingtu shook his head violently, and the ghost emperor not only destroyed the hidden capital, but also destroyed the altar with one kick.

Without the guidance of the array, the emperor would not be able to return at all.

"Why?"

Dazai asked anxiously.

"The altar was also destroyed......

King Jingtu lost his soul and said, and his huge body suddenly fell.

"What?"

Dazai's eyes widened.

"Even if the Emperor can return, what can he do?" muttered King Jingtu, his gaze becoming a little hollow like a walking corpse.

Now that the Ghost Emperor has been resurrected, the return of the Emperor is not the opponent of the Ghost Emperor.

There must be no doubt about the emperor.

And the capital of the Shang Emperor trampled into chaos, not many people in the world know about it, and not many people care about it.

At this time.

The people of the world have not yet recovered from the collapse of the Holy Heaven.

Almost the entire Zhou world was shocked by the collapse of the Holy Heaven, and one by one they looked up at the collapsed Holy Heaven as if they were frozen......

But.

There are as many people in this world as there are people who grieve, and how many people will rejoice.

The collapse of the Holy Heaven may only be mourned by the disciples of the Holy Word.

And the immortal path, the divine way, the demon way, the witch way, etc., outside the holy path, will only be happy, after all, the existence of the holy heaven is to suppress the dao.

Now the Holy Heaven has finally collapsed.

How can they mourn?

It's too late to rejoice.

"Haha-"

From time to time, laughter rang out from all over the world.

The collapse of the Holy Heavens, perhaps the happiest thing is not the Dao outside the Holy Dao, but the princes of the Zhou world, especially the human kings in the royal city. And the world hates the Holy Way the most, and it is not the Dao outside the Holy Dao, but the princes and the kings of men......

Bang!

Bang!

One after another, the holy monuments fell to the world, covered with thick mud and dust.

Patches of the Holy Heaven were blackened by the strange black mist, but after a moment, the strange black mist disappeared. And the holy heaven, which had become whiter, fell like clouds......

Day by day.

The Holy Heaven is also collapsing day by day.

After the ninth day, the Holy Heaven finally collapsed completely.

At this time, there was no holy heaven in the sky, let alone a ray of holy breath......

Countless people seem to feel that the sky has become extremely blue, and the air has become fresh and sweet.

"On this day, it turned out to be so blue......"

On a hill outside the Burial Mountain Academy, Zhou Chang stared at the sky and sighed slightly.

The Holy Heaven collapsed, and he did not have grief in his heart, but it was a little complicated.

After all, he was born in the holy world and grew up in the holy world.

"It's broken, it's fine. ”

He whispered.

Perhaps this is my father's lifelong willingness.

Although nine days have passed, the literati of the entire Zhou world are in mourning. There are also many literati whose faith has collapsed, and they have gone with the collapse of the Holy Heaven.

The old teachings of the Burial Mountain Academy died of depression not long after the collapse of the Holy Heaven.

It is rumored that in the Twenty-Seven Book Mountain, there are countless old Confucian students who have fallen to the ground and languished one by one......

The great sages such as the righteous lord are even spurting 3,000 feet of blood.

And the collapse of the Holy Heavens.

It not only represents the end of the age of all saints, but also the end of an era.

......

End of Volume 7!