The demon transformed from chaos is the Devour Heaven. Relying on the almost demonic ability of the Chaos Spirit Treasure, it is now devouring countless practitioners. One by one, whose cultivation level of more than a hundred years is digested and absorbed by it in an instant, which is very terrifying. レ?Ran?Written?Book Libraryレ

"Can the energy that exists in the body of a practitioner really be absorbed directly?" Qin Rongxian could not imagine what would happen after so many alien energy were absorbed into his body.

Yuan Futu said in a deep voice: "The sea of ​​primordial spirits of practitioners is like the spiritual pill in the body of a spirit beast, which stores powerful power and the imprint of the soul they have cultivated with their entire life. However, the Chaos Spirit Treasure can ignore the conflict of alien energy, so it can be absorbed directly, but this way of devouring is more terrifying than I imagined."

When he saw the devouring demon in the Chaos Prison Realm, he had already attracted Yuan Futu's attention. Unexpectedly, the old monk of the Six Paths could materialize it, and now he even broke away from the spiritual treasure and appeared in this vast world. It was simply incredible.

"Is the power of the people he wants to seize is to devour all the practitioners?" Yuan Futu felt incomprehensible about the madness of the old monk in the Six Paths. Could this be the only way to avoid the end of the world? What is the difference between this and creating the end of the world with his own hands? He felt that under this hazy chaos, the lives of countless practitioners were constantly dying.

Now, it must be time to do something!

"Yongxian, let's go." Yuan Futu didn't think about what he was about to face, but he just couldn't watch the thousands of practitioners die like this.

"What do you want to do?" Looking at the extremely ferocious sky-devouring demon, Qin Rongxian didn't know what Yuan Futu was thinking.

"I'm going to destroy it!"

While speaking, Yuan Futu had already stepped apart and flew into the air, and his strides were extremely fast. His feet were trampled on the thin clouds, and there were bursts of bangs and muffled sounds, and in a blink of an eye he came to the front of the sky.

Its body is so huge that it is incredible. It has no shape. It is like a chaotic ocean completely covering Shushan. Only the upper body stretches out from it, and its huge head is slightly raised, swallowing streams of pure and pure true energy.

The more the true energy absorbs, the more lives that disappear from Shushan Mountains. Yuan Futu's eyebrows appeared with shock and anger. When his thoughts changed, a chaotic aura suddenly appeared in front of him, and the shadow of the Chaos Bell appeared from it.

The Chaos Bell was only two feet high at first, but in an instant it turned into the size of a huge palace. Yuan Futu reached out and grabbed the edge of the bottom of the bell and shouted: "Go to die!"

Now, the innate spiritual consciousness of the Chaos Bell has been erased. It can be said that it has completely become part of Yuan Futu and is left to control it. So no matter how big it becomes, it feels like it has no weight in your hand. It is easy to swing, but it looks as heavy as a mountain.

The body of the clock seemed to be growing ever more and more endlessly, and Yuan Futu was even more an ant waving a towering ancient tree with its huge force against the sky.

Dong!

This Chaos Spirit Treasure ruthlessly hit the skull of the sky, swallowing it up to the sky, and a magnificent and thick sound came out, extending and shaking a sea of ​​chaos condensed on Shu Mountain.

This extremely powerful power is even stronger than any sword technique used by Yuan Futu, but it takes a considerable price to wield the power of the Chaos Spirit Treasure.

The magnificent bell echoed in his ears, and the size of the Lingbao suddenly shrank and finally disappeared in Yuan Futu's palm. His body trembled for a moment and almost fell down. Qin Rongxian held his shoulder and said, "What's wrong?"

Yuan Futu kneaded his wrist and said in a deep voice: "It's okay, but I can't stand the loss of true energy."

The sky-devouring demon was smashed by the giant bell and his neck suddenly broke, and his whole body seemed to be made up of sticky chaos. Now it began to collapse, disintegrate, and degenerate into the most primitive chaotic aura.

The chaotic aura is different from the chaotic true essence. It is the most primitive aura in the chaotic spiritual treasure. Most of it has evolved before the heaven and earth are opened. The amount released now is too large to dissipate at all. I saw that this chaotic ocean seemed to be pulled by a spell and began to stir violently, and a chaotic storm was formed in an instant.

But the Eye of the Storm is the wordless heavenly book on the hand of the thin monk.

In the blink of an eye, all the chaos had returned to the wordless heavenly book. The old monk of the Six Paths carefully closed it up and looked at Yuan Futu who was staying in the void. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth and said, "You will actually come."

He also possesses the Chaos Spirit Treasure, which means that the old monk of the Six Paths cannot observe Yuan Futu with the eyes of the future, so he, like Qiye, will be a factor that cannot be determined in the future.

Yuan Futu and Qin Rongxian came to the square in front of Shushan Hall. Thousands of practitioners fell to the ground, including casual cultivators, powerful sects and disciples of Shushan. One-third of them were dead. Their bodies turned into a dry corpse, which was hideous and terrifying. The rest of the practitioners also fell to the ground in a mess, as if they were confused.

At this moment, a hand suddenly grabbed his ankle. Yuan Futu looked down and saw that it was Elder Xuanyuan from Shushan.

Half of his body had withered, his left half of his face began to ulcerate, and even his eyes fell down. He said with a difficult time with his broken throat: "The leader... escaped... Shushan... wants to... perish... rescue..."

Before this sentence was finished, his hands had no strength and fell down softly. Yuan Futu swept over his spiritual sense, and suddenly his magic sea no longer existed, as if it had been hollowed out by someone.

Situated in this Shu Mountain that has become hell, Qin Rongxian stood on Yuan Futu and could not bear to look at the hideous corpses.

The Demon of the Sky-Devouring Demon of the Six Paths was beaten by him and destroyed the plan, but he did not get angry because of it. He said, "It seems that you can't be gone from here anymore. I believe you have learned some news about the end of the world from him."

"Sometimes, I really can't tell whether you are the Buddhas who save the world or the demons who destroy the world." Yuan Futu said.

The old monk from Six Paths smiled indifferently and said, "What I do now is to save the world."

Yuan Futu snorted coldly, "Can you kill all the practitioners to avoid the so-called end of the world? What is the difference between this and creating the end of the world with your own hands?"

The old monk Liudao shook his head slightly and said, "At least... I will survive."
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