"The darkness is eternal, the years are endless, nothing can stop us, you just watch here, one day, the era of Heavenly Court is coming, the rebel is dead, among the Three Realms, my Heavenly Court is the most powerful force, and there is no forgiveness for those who are hostile to Wu and others!"

Before dying, the immortal soul burst out with dazzling divine light, roaring like this, his eyes were full of unwilling anger, and he was desperate to survive those difficult years, but in the end he succumbed to death in the hands of a living creature in the realm of Jindan, which filled his heart with monstrous resentment.

But no matter what the future holds, he certainly can't see it.

In the face of his curse, the weasel responded, and the power in his hand became stronger and stronger, and with a loud bang, it was crushed into the void on the spot, and all kinds of souls wanted to escape, and all of them were killed.

His realization swept another area, and in that area, there were also many immortal souls running towards him.

There is nothing to hesitate about these rendered souls, they have already lost their minds in the long years, and there will be no guilt in killing them, not to mention that they are the enemies of the human race, as the enemies of the whole living being, they have long been stained with no knowledge of how much blood they have been stained, and every time they go early, it is a good thing for the creatures on the earth.

Thundered!

Above the sky, the weasel struck out, and the long sword beside him exuded a radiant luster.

As the earliest and oldest magic weapon around the first emperor of the primeval era, the Dingqin Sword has a special sense of these immortal souls, when the weasel will attack the immortals, the power exerted is dozens of times larger than usual, and there is no need for it to use too much energy, the Dingqin Sword itself will exude an extraordinarily terrifying aura, slashing down the heavens and the earth, the sun, the moon and the stars.

The fog was misty, and with the explosion of this power, the huge heaven and earth aura was cut off, and a huge void line was born high in the sky, covering the entire area in it.

Then the terrifying aura erupted, accompanied by the fluctuations and power that tore through the sky, cutting down all the clones of the immortal souls that rushed towards him one by one.

Before he died, the immortal soul seemed to realize something that almost overwhelming fear had made him regain consciousness for a short time.

Seeing the overwhelming light, they were also desperately exploding, splitting out one soul after another, cutting off their original intact bodies, and trying to desperately escape from the ascension.

But there is not much use at all, the coverage is too wide and too wide, and the radius of millions of miles is shrouded in the delicate and dense sword qi, and some fish that have slipped through the net have escaped from the world of sword qi strangulation, but before they can leave for long, they are broken by the weasel in waving their hands, and they are broken into blood and bones.

There is no escape at all.

I can't escape at all, so my current souls in this area, the moment the weasel descends, their end is already doomed.

With the death of the souls of these immortals, among the other dark armies, there were also many immortals who were awake for a short moment under the oppression of weasels.

They are not afraid of death, they are not afraid of everything and they are roaring, roaring and fighting, fighting everything in front of them with all their might, wanting to devour their power as soon as possible, and finally gather together and escape from this place to live.

There are also some bold people who want to shoot at the weasel and blast towards him.

"How dare the grains of rice shine?"

The weasel was condescending, looking down indifferently, the long sword in his hand emitted a dazzling light, but this time he didn't wait for these sword qi to sweep out, and the next moment the power of the law descended on the earth, and the entire sky seemed to be shrouded in flames.

That's Nuwa Niangniang's picture scroll.

As a newcomer in the primeval era, he left behind the magic weapon, and his quality and strength are the strongest.

Especially before, the weasel deliberately provoked him, causing him to explode, but in the end, he was suppressed by the phantom of the First Emperor, which had already made him hold back the fire in his heart.

He couldn't attack the weasels along the way, but he didn't have any mercy on the souls of these immortals.

Thundered!

The breath of life exploded, and one emerald green thunderbolt descended on the years, and it continued to fall from the sky, with an unimaginable breath, making the surrounding void become as solid as water waves!

Click!

The terrifying power descended, shattering the earth, slowing down the souls of the immortals uncontrollably, and gradually kneeling on the ground.

Countless immortal souls wanted to flee in a panic, completely recognizing the gap between the two, but it was too late.

Nuwa Niangniang's picture scroll is getting closer and closer to the earth, and his power completely explodes, at this moment, at this moment, some of the dark power split by the soul of the heavenly court is quickly included in it.

The rattling of the picture scroll directly turned them into the center, and the powerful breath of life exploded, and they were like insects, disappearing between heaven and earth in an instant, leaving no traces, and even the blood that spread out was shattered, becoming the most basic aura of heaven and earth.

There are some clever and powerful ones, although they have no reason, but they are keenly aware of the unusualness of this place and feel fear.

They erupted with all their might, igniting themselves to stand up under pressure and quickly flee into the distance, but the effect was still useless.

The ancient Nuwa Niangniang painting scroll began to expand continuously, and finally found an opportunity to put out the fire, how could he let it go, and finally he rotated faster and faster, and at the same time left one mark after another in the void.

Immediately after that, these marks swirled with him, and then poured out endless power, hovering over the entire land, and one after another black brushstrokes permeated his scroll, enveloping the entire earth.

And then those marks exploded.

They have almost endless speed, even beyond the speed of light, the difference is hundreds of millions of miles, the speed is too fast, too fast, all the invaders, all the divided souls, all the skulls pierced by him in an instant, there is no road net fish at all.

The next moment, Nuwa Niangniang's picture scroll shook violently, except for a very small number of strong people who needed to be left by weasels for interrogation, all the rest trembled with his arm, and with a thud, all these souls were shattered into the purest blood source in an instant, and they died.

The breath of life, burning in the flames, absorbed the laws and imprints in the bodies of those gods, and finally merged into his body.

Although the weasel has now entered the half-step immortal, he still needs to constantly make up for himself.

The endless bones and ashes were all shaken off and fell on the outside of Nuwa Niangniang's picture scroll, and the power inside it was all absorbed, this is definitely the top powerhouse, this is definitely the supreme magic weapon.

Even the souls of many immortals who have lost their minds are a little frightened at this time, which is a sense of oppression from the depths of their souls.

Those beings from Great Xia are also extremely frightened, you must know that those creatures before, each of them fought very hard, if you want to win, you must play twelve points of spirit, the slightest carelessness, it is the end of death, and now you are shocked in an instant, what a means against the sky, what a terrible ending this is.

Being able to instantly defeat these immortal souls and the power they emanate from splitting means that he has the same power to cut them all.

With a loud bang, there were endless power fluctuations in the sky where those souls were originally located, and the void there seemed to be cracking.

The earth seemed to be collapsing, and one after another terrifying aura flowed out of it, and the black mist filled the entire period of time and heaven and earth, constantly carrying the power of the long river of years, as if some creature was about to cross the black mist and descend on this piece of heaven and earth.

Seeing this scene, the weasel's eyes were extremely bright, he had already killed seven immortals, what else was he afraid of?

He strode forward, ascended to the sky, and directly blocked the front of the black weapon, looking ahead, he vaguely saw the enemy, saw some hostile creatures, without any hesitation, he directly pulled out the Dingqin Sword in his hand.

If you talk about attack power alone, all the magic weapons in his body now, there is nothing that can be compared to the Dingqin Sword at all.

The countless creatures that were pierced by the terrifying edge all bowed their heads, not daring to look at it head-on.

With a snort, the weasel swung out with a sword, slashing out a monstrous sword qi, splitting the distant void horizontally, cutting it out, and expanding the originally small passage.

He wanted to take a look, he wanted to see, what kind of abilities did these souls that should have been lost in the primeval era still have? What else hasn't been used?

With a bang, a huge roar, the distant sky that shook was trembling, the laws were shaking, the endless mountains and moons above the earth were broken, and the ocean was boiling.

The weasel turned his head, stretched out a hand, sealed this place, froze, if he hadn't made a move to suppress this place, I am afraid that this roar alone would have made many living beings shattered and die.

The weasel turned his head to look, and finally saw the end of the endless black mist, and saw clearly, there was something there in this area, there were more than twenty of his heads, each of which was like gray smoke, and it was impossible to see the real appearance, but vaguely it could be clearly seen covered with cyan scales, hideous and terrifying.

After looking closely, the weasel found that each of the twenty heads was different, their bodies were very similar to those of unicorns, and their necks were very similar to those of real dragons in ancient times, one after another constantly circling and dancing here.

Its size was incomparably large, and each of its tiniest scales was larger than a mountain, especially his eyes, which were almost the size of the moon that had once been, which was really terrifying, and his body was not fully revealed, but only a part of it.

But even such a part of the earth is shocking enough.

This is definitely the biggest presence a weasel has ever seen.

It's a pity that the power in his body is not as feared as his size, he is just an immortal, and there is no breath of life in it, which means that this is a dead being, but the soul is condensed and glued together, and it is just a haunting place.

But at the same time, the weasel was also sure that this condensed monster was definitely powerful, and the terrifying aura emanating from its body was no less than any of the seven immortals that had descended before, and even because of its violk, irritability, power and lethality, it might be much stronger than them.

Above Earth, there is simply no creature other than him who can make his opponent, too strong, and there are not many things that can compare with it.

Is it in the land of reincarnation that one creature after another devours each other, shoots at each other, and finally synthesizes such a monster?

The weasel spoke indifferently, without any doubt, this one creature condensed from each other, and the power contained in it was absolutely powerful.

If he had his own real life, his own real physique, the consequences would be unimaginable, even if he was a weasel, he would be in a bitter battle.

It's a pity that these souls have already lost too much, and it is too difficult to have a real body of their own, even if this fierce spirit is too strong, it has no reason of its own after all, and it is impossible to condense its own body.

In so many years, there were so many dead immortal souls, and there were only a few that could be retrieved, but in the end there were only seven, and all of them died under his hands.

"One has already died, only a little obsession remains, second, I'll let you go, it's your luck to die under my hands, you won't have any pain."

The weasel spoke indifferently and walked forward, the killing intent in his eyes gradually condensed, and the monster opposite him seemed to feel all this, looking forward, and all forty eyes burst out with a terrifying aura.

That powerful impact, ordinary powerhouses can't accept it at all, and it will explode in an instant. But in front of the weasel, this was not enough to see at all, but the hand was often swept out, and with a loud pop, all the twenty heads fell down and were cut off on the spot.

Seeing this scene, almost all the living beings were dumbfounded, this is really too weird, that twenty-headed monster, unimaginable shock, the body is huge and boundless, just one eye has the breath of the moon-sized black mist shrouded in endless black mist, making them feel despair and fear.

In the end, it was actually seconds all of a sudden? (End of chapter)