The two of them were forced to have no choice but to look at Feng Sandao and Fan Xingchen.

The two looked at each other and couldn't help grinning.

"Both of them are afraid of loneliness, of course I want to stay, even if we get to Huangquan Road, everyone has a company!" Feng Sandao stroked his gray beard and said with a teasing smile.

said it very easily, but there was sadness and being forced to do nothing in his eyes.

"Don't look at me, if I leave, they will definitely scold me for not being righteous enough, I'm afraid that the ghosts won't let me go, so it's better for me to stay." Fan Xingchen laughed, laughing, spurting blood from his mouth when he laughed, coughing violently, as if he had said a very funny joke, even he couldn't help laughing, and two lines of tears flowed out of his laughter.

The crowd was silent.

His joke made him laugh, but not anyone present, and it didn't seem funny.

Wukong didn't persuade, but he was forced to shake his head helplessly, and let out a long sigh, full of melancholy and sadness.

Situ Yu took a deep breath, took a few steps back, knelt down suddenly, and bowed three times to the last four Taishang Elders of Wutian Sect.

In his heart, he already regarded Wu Tianzong as his home, and Duan Ya and the others were his elders.

It may be difficult for ordinary people to understand this kind of almost stupid attachment, but he can understand that for them, Wu Tianzong is their everything, and Wu Tianzong is gone, as if they have stripped their souls. They don't want to endure that kind of pain, and would rather choose to fall.

The fallen leaves return to the roots, and they will die with Wu Tianzong when they die.

There were bursts of low sobs on the quiet field, and all the thousands of remaining disciples of Wutian Sect knelt down with Situ Yu and bowed three times to the four respectable old men.

"Let's go!" Wu Kong said softly, as if he had exhausted all his mind and strength with just two simple words, and the whole person suddenly seemed to be dozens of years old.

Wu Tianzong's subordinates and some scattered cultivators, totaling nearly 10,000 people, were all moved, and reluctantly followed Wukong to leave.

From beginning to end, the four of them never opened their eyes.

Situ Yu sacrificed the Panlong Throne and put Du Xiuhong, Lin Huiwen and several girls of the Seven Wolves Gang who had been brought out by the people who had been arranged by Li Qingyang before.

The Coiling Dragon Throne is an extremely rare artifact, which can be made bigger and smaller, and when it is big, it can be as big as a hill, and of course it is no problem to fit so many people.

Situ Yu took the throne and made it the size of a mountain, and swept up some spirits who could not fly in the sky, and the rest of the spirits who had reached the realm of the Spirit King flew by themselves, and a group of nearly 10,000 people flew towards the foot of the Sword God Mountain.

At this time, the divine array had broken through the strange shackles, and of course it had disappeared. Tens of thousands of people came together to form a magic circle, and the breath fused together, and they resisted the terrifying heavenly power together.

The big hand in the sky became more and more condensed, and finally revealed its form, which was about to be photographed.

Situ Yu almost urged all his strength, controlling the Panlong Throne, he and Wukong is the center of the formation, so that his own strength was also blessed to the rest of the people, and the speed of a group of people increased, and soon they jumped over the thousand-meter void and merged with the people under the mountain.

The team immediately grew to nearly 10,000 people, although Li Qingtian was seriously injured, he still had unfathomable strength, and with his help, there was no problem in escorting these 10,000 people to fly.

Situ Yu glanced around, the whole field was covered by a strange gray-cyan fog, and he could faintly see the tragic fighting in the distance, and after choosing the most dense breakthrough point of the Hell Dynasty's army, Situ Yu and his party flew away quickly.

The main forces such as Duan Huangquan broke through from the south wind, while Situ Yu and the others chose the south. It just happened that he could use the forces of the Hell Dynasty to help him break through, of course, for the sake of insurance, Situ Yu also specially dispersed the powerful divine thoughts, carefully checked the surrounding situation, and noticed that there were no powerful masters in that direction or the weakest relative strength before choosing.

"Boom!"

Just after the group flew out of the Sword God Mountain for several miles, a loud noise suddenly sounded behind them.

Everyone was in a huge shock, and they couldn't help but look back with a big change in their faces.

The big hand on the Sword God Mountain in the distance had already pressed down and smashed on the peak, and the Sword God Mountain, which stood in the clouds, seemed to be like paper paste, and it couldn't withstand the huge pressure at all, and began to collapse one after another, exploding, and being directly pressed into a dwarf, smoke scattered, mud and rocks splashed, and filled the sky.

It was a terrible sight, a scene that everyone will never forget, and they will feel the last scene of panic in their hearts.

No one was unmoved, even if they were several miles away, with the support of such a formation composed of so many masters, many people still couldn't stand the terrifying aura and were directly pressed and knelt in the void, spurting blood from their mouths, and their whole bodies trembled.

"It's over...... The Sword God Mountain is gone......"

"Elder Taishang......"

"Ancestor...... Dead ......"

The disciples of Wu Tianzong let out bursts of wails, and unwilling, resentful cries.

Situ Yu didn't cry, but looked at the sky with fiery eyes, looking at the hole exposed in the dark sky. His eyes were full of fierce murder and infinite hatred.

It seems that he wants to find out who is behind the scenes and see the true face of the other party.

But after looking at it for a long time, Situ Yu was disappointed, he didn't find any figure at all, and even the divine thoughts as powerful as him to the Lord couldn't detect the slightest breath.

The Sword God Mountain collapsed, and it absolutely turned into a large area of ruins less than 100 meters in the gray fog that swept the world, and there was no name of the Sword God Mountain in this world, and it disappeared forever in the long river of history.

The big hand disappeared strangely after smashing the Sword God Mountain, and even the dark clouds in the sky were retreating at a rapid speed, as if everything had never happened, like a nightmare, so unreal, but so terrifying.

Situ Yu was a little strange, not only him, but everyone felt very strange, that big hand didn't seem to have any intention of destroying them, could it be that the other party just wanted to destroy the Sword God Mountain?

Of course, this doubt is only known to Duan Huangquan and others at this time.

The south wind, the rolling dense fog high, a dragon as big as a mountain marched forward in the void, pulling the dragon to pull the dragon is a nine-headed unicorn shaped like a strange beast, all of them are half-saint level. There are two thrones on top of the huge dragon bowl, Broken Yellow Spring and Silent Yan are sitting cross-legged on them, and around the throne, there are seventy-one Spirit Emperors, and sixty-three of them are kneeling cross-legged on the ground to breathe and heal their wounds.

Around the dragon bowl are hundreds of thousands of spirit kings and spirit venerables who can fly in the sky.

Such a formation is enough to sweep the world, no one is afraid of it, and everywhere it passes, the dense zombies below burst one after another, turning into blood mist and drifting away, and occasionally a few corpse emperors fly up, but they are shattered in an instant.

However, at this moment, the Broken Yellow Spring on the throne suddenly changed his expression, his eyebrows rose slightly, and he raised his hand violently.

The hundreds of thousands of teams actually paused strangely under his tidying, as if time had suddenly stood still, surprisingly neat.

To the east, the battlefield suddenly fell silent.

The dense zombies in the dense fog actually dispersed strangely, retreating to both sides, giving way to a road more than a hundred feet wide.

The Broken Yellow Spring, the Silent Yan, and the hundreds of thousands of spirits standing in the void all stared ahead, their expressions gloomy.

Even the worst of them realized a different taste of ordinary, and no one would think that these zombies took the initiative to give way because they were afraid of them.

Under the gaze of everyone, the dense fog in front of them suddenly rolled and trembled, rolling to both sides like a Lang tide, and soon, a large quiet place appeared in front of this team.

Suddenly, Broken Yellow Spring's eyes suddenly shrank, and the whole person stood up from the throne with an unprecedentedly gloomy expression.

A tall and majestic figure appeared in the void thousands of kilometers away in front of him without warning, but in an instant, this person was in front of him again.

Everyone was frightened, and the spirits who were guarding the dragon quickly stepped forward, staring at each other vigilantly, each with a pale face and a frightened expression, and a few drops of cold sweat quietly flowed from the Yin Hall. Even many people are trembling all over their bodies.

Obviously, this person was right in front of them, but they strangely found that their divine thoughts couldn't detect the slightest breath at all, and if it wasn't for the clear sight of the naked eye, they would definitely not believe that there was someone in front of them.

Such a strange phenomenon made them shudder.

"Stand down!" Broken Yellow Spring, who was standing on top of the dragon, suddenly whispered.

Each of those spirits was secretly relieved as if they had been pardoned, and hurriedly stepped back.

The silent Yan on the side couldn't help but stand up, his eyes staring at the man who was less than a hundred steps away from them. Shocked in his heart, he really couldn't believe that the other party had arrived in front of him and he hadn't even noticed it.

The more he looked at it, the more frightened he became, and in the end, his face changed, from cyan to gray, from gray to purple, and from purple to black.

"It's you, it's you......" Silent Yan seemed to suddenly recognize the person, his eyes widened suddenly, and he pointed at the other party in disbelief and exclaimed. "It can't be your ...... at all"

Duan Huangquan didn't speak from beginning to end, but the terrifying aura emitted from his body showed that he was gloomy and nervous at this time.

"Why can't it be me?" said the tall and majestic man, with a playful smile in his tone.

This is a tall and extremely powerful man, dressed in a black feather coat, dancing with a cloak behind him, wearing a Kowloon crown, with a majestic demeanor, a serious expression, eyebrows like knives, eyes like stars, and he looks like he is only in his twenties.

But the strange thing is that his face seems to change at any time, and a different face emerges. It's as if he has two faces.

"Long Aotian?" Duan Huangquan finally spoke, and asked with some uncertainty. His eyebrows were tightly locked, and the palms of his hands behind his back had already burst out of black runes.