The black air is getting stronger and stronger.
The powerful momentum covered the sky and the sun, and suddenly there was wind, sand, and rocks, and a storm swept across.
Even Ancestor Xumi's expression changed slightly.
"What is this?"
"Just a remnant who should have died long ago," Xu Zimo replied calmly.
"Boy, use whatever trump card you have.
Otherwise, I will die with my eyes in peace," a majestic voice came from the black air.
I saw a huge creature appear.
This behemoth is full of violence and seems to bring endless negative emotions to people.
Rage is like an ocean, coming in a steady stream.
"You are quite crazy. Even if the Holy Saint of Fortune is still alive, you wouldn't dare to talk to me like this," Xu Zimo replied.
He waved his hand.
A steady stream of meritorious power surges out from all over the body.
This is the power he obtained from Fude's ancient well.
This power may not be useful to other people, but it is specifically designed to restrain anger.
A huge Ford True Sword appeared in Xu Zimo's hand.
The Fude True Sword emits a shocking light, and feeling its residual power, the violent energy gradually recedes.
"What a disgusting smell," Huanqi muttered to himself.
Immediately afterwards, I saw him roar.
He rushed directly towards Xu Zimo.
This violent energy is half like water, it can flow in almost any exaggerated way, it has no shape.
The anger is coming.
Xu Zimo raised the Ford True Sword and slashed at it.
"Boom, boom, boom."
In just a few seconds, the two collided dozens of times.
The anger wanted to consume the Ford True Sword in Xu Zimo's hand.
After all, Xu Zimo himself does not have the power of merit. The power obtained from the ancient well will be reduced by one point every time he uses it.
Once it's used up, it's over.
"You think you are the true saint of merit and you want to seal me?" he said with a fierce laugh.
Xu Zimo was calm and collected.
He said calmly: "I am not a true saint of merit, but I am stronger than a true saint of merit.
He doesn't want to kill you, he just wants to seal you.
But I will kill you!"
Xu Zimo's voice was cold, and he swung the Ford True Sword in his hand with a sudden and shocking force.
With Xu Zimo's blessing, the Ford True Sword is indestructible and invincible.
There was a "boom" sound.
A sword struck at the heart of the violent energy, and instantly golden and black gas strangled it simultaneously.
"how come………"
An Qi was startled, it seemed that the strength of this sword was beyond his expectation.
There was a "boom" sound.
The Fude True Sword slashed down, directly stirring up the hostility and splitting it into two.
"Kill," the hostility is indeed hostage, it can be said to be full of hostility.
It showed its ferocious look and actually opened its bloody mouth and swallowed Xu Zimo in one gulp.
You must know that Xu Zimo has the power of merit, which is what he dislikes the most.
If you eat like this, your skin will peel off even if you die.
But Yan Qi was obviously anxious. Knowing that Xu Zimo was not weak, he used a lose-lose method.
On the side of Ancestor Xumi, the saint Zhou Rujie exclaimed in surprise.
"He won't die!"
Ancestor Xumi frowned slightly but did not speak.
"Why don't you go rescue him," Zhou Rujie suddenly said.
"There is no grudge between us anymore.
And if he dies, his anger might attack us."
Ancestor Xumi seemed to feel something, shook his head and replied: "I'm afraid it's not necessary, his strength is not as simple as you think."
As soon as he said this, his voice just fell.
Just hear a "boom".
Suddenly there was a scream from the evil spirit, and a light of merit penetrated the sky and soared up from the evil spirit's body.
This light penetrated the earth and the sky, nailing the violent figure to the spot.
As the light of the sword flashed, Xu Zimo stepped into the air from Rong Qi's body.
Countless rays of merit are like chains, trapping the hostility in place.
Xu Zimo held high the True Sword of Fortune.
The sword is infinitely long now, look carefully.
What penetrates the sky and the earth is not light, but a sword.
"No, don't kill me," Huiqi started to panic and kept begging for mercy.
"Do you really think you are strong?"
Xu Zimo said disdainfully.
"It's not because the True Saint of Fortune didn't kill you back then that he couldn't kill you.
It's because you are a split from him.
If he kills you, he himself will suffer indelible injuries."
"And now, the True Sage of Fortune has already struck down the sky and died.
You're the only one left, so it doesn't matter if you kill him, just go and stay with him."
After Xu Zimo finished speaking, he didn't give An Qi another chance to speak.
When the Ford True Sword slipped, the sonic boom drowned out everything.
There was a "boom" sound.
The True Sword of Fortune burst out with unprecedented brilliance, stimulating almost all the power of Fortune.
In the end, the Fude True Sword kills and annihilates the hostility, and there is not much left of itself.
The world is empty.
The power of merit and anger are extinguished together.
Xu Zimo looked at the Ford True Sword in his hand.
I saw the faint light lingering above.
The figure of True Saint Fude slowly emerged among them.
To be continued...