The consequences of both incidents were tragic, so Li Tianming did not do it directly. He kept this trump card and then thought about whether there was a better way.
"Yanhuang once regarded Daxia as a brother, and even if they betrayed them, they did not kill them all. If I destroy this clan at once, it may go against the wishes of Yanhuang's ancestors."
Li Tianming didn't understand this kind of clan brotherhood deeply. Only people from these two clans could feel it.
Therefore, he never gave up this trump card!
"If Ling'er is in danger, I won't be afraid even if I have to become the demon who slaughters my clan."
Li Tianming looked at the ruined Daxia, with an undercurrent in his heart.
The world is destroyed!
The Daxia Imperial Clan seems to have paid the price for their betrayal.
It's just that descendants like Emperor Xia are still not freed from it...
"If Old Man Guixu saw all this, I don't know how sorry he would be."
Li Tianming didn't destroy this place directly, but it actually had something to do with Old Man Guixu. He had a legacy for himself and pinned all his hopes on himself. How could he be willing to see Li Tianming slaughter all his descendants?
Thinking of the old man Guixu, Li Tianming thought of the Chinese character Huan Shen in Daxia.
"He said that this phantom god is the essence of all generations of the Great Xia Imperial Clan. It is the strongest phantom god in the world, and it is also what the Huantian Divine Clan wants to rob... Now I have awakened 90,000 words, only less than one
Ten thousand, you can achieve perfection with 100,000 words, and be promoted to the level of a phantom god..."
But Li Tianming was a little strange.
Because even if he used the power of all sentient beings to drive it, he didn't feel how powerful this illusory god was.
Old man Guixu, how dare you brag like this?
"Is it because my companion beast, the consciousness, is too strong? It seems to be more ordinary?" Li Tianming thought to himself.
In terms of consciousness, he has recently taken over the five worlds at the universal level, taking away the remains of many consciousness gods, and part of the universe gods have been absorbed by him!
The image of the Divine Sword of the Ten Directions Era is still improving.
In contrast, the effect of Daxia's Chinese character Huan Shen is indeed unsatisfactory.
"The Chinese characters of Daxia are eternally glorious... These one hundred thousand characters record everything about this clan..."
Li Tianming sacrificed more than 90,000 different star Chinese characters in front of Daxia Guixu Cave. These phantom characters were arranged in front of his eyes, turning into a grand work with no repeated words.
Looking at these Chinese characters, Li Tianming had to sigh: "The Daxia Imperial Clan has a foundation and pursuits. There must be a reason why Yanhuang once took care of them..."
How could such a Xingkong clan be reduced to this situation today, with the majestic Xia Emperor kneeling down in front of the eight gods to greet them?
What about the spine?
Where is the backbone?
How could a spineless people write such impassioned words?
The tragic and grandeur presented in each Chinese character is like an epic poem, allowing Li Tianming to see the talent and character of his ancestors...
He couldn't help but feel bad for the old man Guixu.
"Senior, I'm so sorry. Your descendants have lost their faith. They no longer have the backbone of the creator of the illusory god. They kneel in front of a powerful enemy, as if their muscles and bones have been extracted, and they are weak. I even want to kill them all."
Li Tianming looked at the broken Daxia Guixu Cave, and his heart was turned upside down.
He suddenly understood why the Yanhuang God Clan valued Daxia so much.
"Yanhuang has the blood of two gods. They are a clan favored by the universe and are born to be emperors. Daxia is just the most ordinary human race. They have no talents, but they rely on their wisdom and spirit to develop the cultivation system of Phantom God.
Through the inheritance of the phantom god embryo from generation to generation, the universe has bloomed with new light, and it has also given those human races without special talents a way to fight for the sky."
"So, Yan and Huang respect the Great Summer!"
This is a great clan that respects those who defy nature and change their fate.
The Phantom God is to carve a barrier on the body. This is a breakthrough for the human race to surpass the racial talent. It is the result of fighting against fate!
"But now, Huantian has stolen the fruit of the Illusion God and has become synonymous with the Illusion God system. And the descendants of Daxia, forgetting the open spirit and arrogance of their ancestors, kneel down to the robbers..."
If the old man from Guixu saw this scene, how sad would he be?
The more Li Tianming understood the obsessive bond between Yanhuang and Daxia, the more desolate he felt about that battlefield that year.
His emotions seemed to cause the tremors of the Chinese characters in front of him. They seemed to come to life. Each character was like an ancestor. They turned to look at their former home, and in mourning
Tears shed.
Daxia is going to be destroyed!
All Chinese characters seem to feel the sadness that spans thousands of years.
A world-ending catastrophe destroyed two noble starry sky clans and enriched eight selfish and unscrupulous gods.
How can they from all over the world have the grand ambitions of the Yanhuang family and the world?
"well……"
Li Tianming was immersed in it and sighed.
In the process, he found that all the words on his body had awakened. A total of one hundred thousand Chinese characters were lined up in front of his eyes, just like one hundred thousand ancestors, with their backs to him, looking at the broken home and bursting into tears.
It rains.
But, this seems to be of no use.
The emperor-level phantom god can indeed enhance Li Tianming's combat power, but for the billions of divine armies, the combat power of one person is insignificant.
"Perhaps in the end, I have only one option to destroy Daxia. I'm sorry..."
Li Tianming lowered his head and murmured to himself.
Just as he finished speaking, something suddenly changed!
Li Tianming looked up dully!
He suddenly discovered that these 100,000 words were flying in the direction of Daxia Guixu Cave!
They have integrated into Daxia's guardian barrier, and seem to have also integrated into the broken Daxia fusion barrier!
Just like a hundred thousand ancestors, returning to the world they created!
But this phantom god still came out of Li Tianming and was connected to him by blood.
"what's the situation……"
In front of Li Tianming, countless blazing lights and shadows flickered, and he seemed to be in the guardian barrier of Daxia, and even more so in the star source of Daxia... All these powers trembled because of his arrival.
It's as if he can control everything in Daxia with the help of the Illusion God!
Li Tianming's eyes suddenly turned red.
"Senior Gui Xu, so if you keep this Illusion God, you are the real key to Daxia..."
I see!
Li Tianming closed his eyes and felt the power of this illusory god.
Boom boom boom!
The Great Xia guardian barrier seemed to become more complete. Under his control, countless flames in the shape of words were born, sweeping across the world.
And in the collapsed part of the Great Xia Fusion Barrier, countless divine patterns were intertwined with each other, weaving together, and recasting everything!
Li Tianming did nothing.
He just had a thought.
Those who are really saving Daxia are the martyrs who have died for countless years...
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