A loud rumbling sound spread from the Black Domain swamp to all directions, and a powerful wave of spiritual power swept around like a hurricane.

In a position in the distance of the Black Domain Swamp, several lonely figures looked into the distance. They stood straight, but their eyes showed deep sorrow.

"Is this the strongest power?" The leader was none other than Black Cloud, known as the Sword King, Morrow, his face was full of sadness, and the corners of his eyes were even more deeply confused.

"Yes, this is the strongest blow that the leader has ever exerted in his life. This is probably his wish. Standing beside Moreau was a man in black, his face full of desolation, and his eyes were also full of deep sadness.

If Long Yunzhou was here, he would definitely recognize this person at a glance as the ten thousand people who had almost killed him.

Behind them, there were several members of the Black Cloud standing one after another. At this moment, everyone was full of grief and indignation in their eyes, and at the moment when they had just done it, they already knew that Song Wuyu must be dead.

Song Wuyu's devastation was full of resentment, which was caused by the resentment he had gathered for so many years of the people he had killed. But there was no resentment in the blow just now, but abundant spiritual power fluctuations.

With such abundant spiritual power fluctuations, it could only show that Song Wuyu used all his spiritual power to deliver that final blow. And after the spiritual power is used, Song Wuyu is also certain to die.

"It's none other than us, let's go. Ten thousand people turned around slowly, and the rest of the people turned around as well. This place really has nothing to do with them, the soul of the black cloud is dead, and these masters gathered under Song Wuyu will be just rootless people from now on.

Ten Thousand People Silent Turning Back, he seemed to see a familiar figure in the endless darkness ahead. But after only a moment, he shook his head and left this place gloomily with endless sadness about Song Wuyu's death.

At the other end of the Black Domain swamp, on top of a huge stone. Xiao Leng, who was full of green silk flying, was also looking into the distance, and at his feet, Murong Leng stood there honestly like a servant, motionless. Just looking into the distance, his eyes are full of bloodlust.

"The end of an era must be the beginning of an era, has the once inconspicuous boy grown up now?" Xiao Leng muttered silently, and there was a hint of a smile on his pale face.

"Master, should we act now?" Murong Leng said very respectfully.

"No, let's see what's going on. I always feel that the true strength of this dragon cloud boat has not been fully exerted. Just let me see how strong the true descendants of the four spirits that Lord Ice Soul said are. ”

Xiao Leng didn't speak anymore, the breeze blew his hair, and he sat on the stone like an elegant young man and looked into the distance. It's just that there is always a lingering melancholy in his eyes, just like this endless swamp that never ends.

Long Yunzhou knelt on the ground and spit out two mouthfuls of blood before gradually stabilizing his breathing. He slowly raised his head, and there was a cloud of dust in front of him, and the power of the sweep was too great, and the range of hundreds of zhang collapsed in an instant.

Originally, he couldn't exert such a huge power, and the spiritual power needed to be consumed was too huge. At the moment of inheritance, Xuanzhong dispersed all his resentment again, and greatly reduced the power of exhaustion.

The reason why it was able to exert the terrifying effect just now was because at the time of inheritance, the seal of life and death in Long Yunzhou's body was suddenly activated. The heavy spiritual power rolled into Long Yunzhou's body like a tide, accumulating into a mountain.

So much spiritual power poured in in an instant, quickly helping Long Yunzhou to improve his cultivation all the way to the peak state of the Illusory God Realm. But if you want to enter the Fantasy Wonderland, you don't just need to have spiritual power, you also need a certain amount of understanding.

Therefore, most of the spiritual power from Xuan Chong's body stayed in his body, and he had just used the two techniques of the Eight Extremes Thunder Fist and the Exhaustion Technique, which was to vent all the excess spiritual power.

But the power of exhaustion is too great, after all, this is a divine law, and it consumes not only spiritual power, but also requires the caster to have considerable cultivation as a guarantee.

Therefore, while exhausting, Long Yunzhou was also subjected to a strong counterattack. But the power of this backlash came and went quickly, the spiritual power in his body flowed, and his powerful bloodline quickly dissipated those pains.

He slowly stood up, and it was all over. Bai Ming's death actually has a lot to do with Xuan Chong, if he killed Bai Ming, it would be more like Xuan Chong's death-defying blow, after all, all the spiritual power in the exhaustion came from Xuan Chong, including his Eight Extremes Thunder Fist.

Long Yunzhou turned around and just wanted to walk to Linglong's side. Suddenly, at this moment, a sharp laugh suddenly came from the dust and mist behind him.

Long Yunzhou turned his head violently, and a man with broken clothes and scars all over his body walked out of the dust mist. Blood flowed from the wound, and the face covered in black ash was hideous.

This person was Bai Ming, and although he looked like he was seriously injured, a huge spiritual power still coiled around his body. At this moment, he is still not much worse than he was at his peak.

"Xuanzhong, Xuanzhong......... Hahahaha, you can never kill me, you can never kill me!" Bai Ming looked at his scarred body and laughed, his smile full of madness and pride.

He and Xuan Chong have been fighting for almost their whole lives, and even if the other party is dead, he will not let go of this mocking tone. He has always been inferior to Xuan Zhong, but at this moment, he felt that he was really the god of war.

The exhaustion of all the spiritual power that contained Xuan Zhong didn't kill him, what does this mean. It shows that even if Xuanzhong is just like this, even if he is not injured, he can't kill himself.

Long Yunzhou looked at the crazy Bai Ming and couldn't help but take a step back. With a blow of that magnitude just now, even an iron man should have been torn apart. But Bai Ming was only injured, and he was still alive, this person was too powerful.

Bai Ming's gaze looked at Long Yunzhou, and the mockery in his eyes became even stronger: "Boy, do you think that if Xuanzhong gives you all his spiritual power, you will have the certainty of victory?"

He smiled coldly, his fingers raised slightly, and the divine magic streamer formed on his fingertips again. A majestic power of heaven and earth was condensed at his fingertips, and at this moment, Bai Ming already hated Long Yunzhou to the core, it was this junior who made him what he is now.

"Since you are so confident, if I don't let you destroy your body and mind, I won't be able to stand you. Go and meet your Xuanzhong seniors and go to the underworld. Bai Ming laughed, his fingers pressed harder, and the finger containing all his strength was fiercely pointed.

He had already seen all the bottom lines of Long Yunzhou, and just now he was able to use that earth-shattering divine method to wipe out, all of which relied on all the spiritual power of the peak cultivator of the Xuanzhong Illusory Saint Realm. As for the thunder dragon that devoured his streamer, he also classified it as a mysterious inheritance.

At this moment, Long Yunzhou's body no longer has the majestic spiritual power that it used to be, and Bai Ming's hatred for him is already monstrous, and he will definitely not allow this person to live for a moment or three.

The white light quickly approached, rapidly transforming into a sun-sized mass of light in the air. Long Yunzhou wanted to dodge, but there was nowhere to hide, the white light seemed to cover all the retreats, and every step was a dead place.

"If you want me to die, then you have to be buried with me!" Long Yunzhou roared, and the Eight Extremes Thunder Fist was used again.

This time, four thunder dragons rushed out with his fist swing and roar. He had already reached the peak state of the Illusory God Realm, and unconsciously broke through the first weight of the Eight Extremes Thunder Fist and entered the second level.

More than twenty violent thunderbolts in the sky thundered down at this moment, all of them smashing towards the white light cluster the size of the sun. Long Yunzhou's entire face was illuminated by the white light, and he swung his fist with a burst of anger and smashed it into the ball of light.

Linglong looked at Long Yunzhou's back blankly, thunder and lightning intertwined his whole body, and he was as powerful as a god descending from heaven.

Boom! The thunder struck the white light, and the lightning disappeared in an instant after a few strokes. Long Yunzhou's figure also collided with his white light at this moment, and was engulfed by that white light in the blink of an eye.

The brontosaurus let out a hoarse roar, and after two laps of white light, it faded away. After all, this is a divine law, a magic from the world of gods. Even if the dragon clan's inheritance technique is strong, it is still fragile at this time.

Long Yunzhou was shrouded in white light, and the bones of his whole body exploded, and one white ray after another pierced his body. At this moment, even his hoarse roar was drowned out by the white light, and no more sound came out.

In the white light, Long Yunzhou seemed to be in the vast starry sky. Allowing the thousands of white meteorites to penetrate his body, his body was already full of holes in the blink of an eye.

"Are you going to die like this? Is this the end?" Long Yunzhou's consciousness was gradually fading, and the difference between his strength and Bai Ming was too great. Not to mention victory, there is no chance of survival.

"But what should Linglong do? No, I must not die, I must live. Long Yunzhou's consciousness was suddenly sober.

A heartfelt roar suddenly came out of his body, piercing through the white light and echoing throughout the Black Realm Swamp.

At the same moment, the jade trick on his chest shone brightly. A huge dragon head emerged from it, fearless in the devastating white light.

The head of the dragon soul stared at Long Yunzhou's eyes and said slowly: "Originally, I didn't want to save you, but you are my clansman, and the promise to me has not been fulfilled. You are a person who remembers commitments, and I believe that you will definitely fulfill our agreement. ”

"So, you can't die. The dragon soul seemed to smile, and suddenly the entire dragon head drilled into the jade jue again.

A huge force poured into Long Yunzhou's body, instantly sealing the souls of Emperor Long Qing and the others.

At this moment, his body seemed to open a gate. The surrounding white light clusters were all absorbed by the body, and the soul exploded with a bang, and Long Yunzhou only felt as if his whole person had exploded.

But in just a ten-thousandth of a second, the soul that had been blown apart was regrouped.

Resisting the impact of the white light again and again, his soul exploded and reunited again and again. Until the white light that surrounded his body was all gone, his soul had exploded hundreds of thousands of times.

When the last glimmer of white light disappeared, Long Yunzhou seemed to have experienced more than 100,000 lives in the cycle of years.

He slowly looked up into the distance, and in Bai Ming's eyes, this time there was not only disbelief, but also a trace of fear.