Shen Fu frowned and looked in the direction of his kingdom. He didn't understand how the Anmen Tianzun would give up this opportunity to kill Fang Hao.
A few more hits from those big palms just now might be able to strangle Fang Hao in them.
But now, that big palm has never appeared again.
"Did Tianzun give up?" Shen Fu looked surprised.
But immediately, his body flashed and he was close to the extremely majestic whirlpool storm.
"Ordinary treasures can't overcome this storm and kill Fang Hao, so we can only use this!"
A strange light suddenly appeared in Shen Fu's hand. It was a sword hilt, floating in Shen Fu's hand, but it exuded a powerful force that would make even the peak of Xuanjing blush.
When Yang Zeduan and others saw Shen Fu preparing to take action, they all looked solemn because they saw the Shenming Sect's most powerful treasure.
However, before Shen Fu could take action, he saw a flash of sword light rushing towards him again from a distant place, bringing with it a raging sky flame that was even more terrifying and powerful than before.
It was as if the heaven and earth were divided by this sword light.
That peerless murderous intention was even more fierce than before.
Shen Fu took back the treasure of his Shen Ming Sect and used it once at a time. He was not willing to use it easily unless it was absolutely necessary.
But at this moment, even Wen Xiao and others are extremely pale. Who can block that powerful sword light at this moment?
Even if a sword shadow appeared in the distance again, it could not shake the sword light at all.
Neither the light nor the energy has weakened at all.
"Who on earth is this!" Wen Xiao's eyes were blood red, evil energy rising from his body, and a mysterious light sword in his hand shot straight into the sky, releasing a terrifying energy.
The three heads of the three-headed dragon also exploded with earth-shaking momentum because of Wen Xiao's majestic murderous intent.
Without hesitation, Wen Xiao and Xiao San rushed over.
Accompanying him were Weiwei Li, Huo Feng, Fang Cuicui and other top experts.
Ji Fengmian's face was a little pale, and while his eyes showed anger, there was also deep helplessness.
"This is unreasonable. When this princess comes to heaven, your blood will be splashed across the sky!" Ji Fengmian suddenly became a little crazy, her hair flying wildly, like a female murderer.
Yun He looked at the sword light, his expression became stern, he waved his big hand and grabbed it directly over there.
However, something weird and shocking happened again.
The sword light seemed to be alive this time, as if it saw everyone trying to stop it, it suddenly exploded in speed and passed everyone in the blink of an eye.
He was instantly submerged in the storm.
"How could it be!"
Wen Xiao's face turned pale instantly, and she didn't even have the chance to block Fang Hao.
Shen Fu completely put away his clan-preserving treasure. He didn't believe that Fang Hao was still alive despite the destruction of the Netherworld Fire and that peerless blow!
Mo Tan saw the sword light that became more terrifying after speeding up, and his eyes were a little complicated: "The enemy is going to die! From the highest point, it will be destroyed directly. This is also the last loneliness for you as a strong man!"
boom!
A sound that shook the souls of strong men from all walks of life suddenly erupted.
The ground that originally had huge cracks was torn apart at least a thousand feet wide at this moment.
Even the Netherworld Fire was greatly shaken by this blow, and countless of them were annihilated.
at the same time!
Under the huge crack abyss, streams of black water surged out at this moment.
It emits an unpleasant fishy smell that makes people want to stay away from it.
"What is that, Styx?" Someone was born in shock.
"This aura should be, but why did the Styx suddenly appear?" Yang Zeduan looked shocked.
Shen Fu frowned and remained silent. The rest of the people looked at the sudden vision and the uncomfortable aura.
No matter people in the martial arts world or ordinary people, no one wants to get close to the Styx River. In the sinful realm, the Styx River is called the River of Death.
No matter where it is, it is an ominous and dirty symbol.
Even the top experts in Kyushu, no one wants to be contaminated by the dark water of the Styx.
The appearance of Styx attracted a lot of attention, and of course more people were looking at the people in the Nether Fire.
Of course, with their eyesight, they could not see Fang Hao inside through the Nether Fire, but they could no longer feel Fang Hao's breath inside.
In the past, even though Fang Hao's aura was weak, it still existed, but it is gone now!
Shen Fu suddenly showed a bright smile: "Under the Heavenly Holy Tribulation, everything will be ashes."
Xuanyuan Heyu's eyes next to her were a little sad and a little regretful, because the sudden idea she had just now was extinguished after all.
As soon as Fang Hao died, her thoughts disappeared.
"It's a pity that he has a good body." Xuanyuan Heyu said lightly.
Although Mo Tan stood far away, he could still hear Shen Fu's conversation. He glanced at the people from the Holy Spirit Sect and Shenming Sect indifferently, with cold eyes.
Looking at the dead fire place with no life at all, Mo Tan showed a complicated expression.
When she learned that Fang Hao had destroyed her branch of the Seven Killing Sect, Mo Tan vowed to kill Fang Hao.
Now, although Fang Hao was not killed by her, he is still dead, but she is not half happy in her heart.
Because in her eyes, it was only a matter of time before Fang Hao was killed. Because she knew that some people would never let people from the lower realms survive in Upper Kyushu for too long!
Sighing, Mo Tan was about to lead the people away, but at this moment, Mo Tan frowned and looked again at the blue flames in the storm vortex, and at the River Styx that was so grandly formed.
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"It's strange, everyone is dead, why is the Holy Tribulation still here?" Mo Tan frowned.
At the same time, the rest of the people also discovered that something was wrong. No matter who they were, the Tribulation was destroyed, and the Tribulation of Thunder naturally disappeared.
Although this is not a thunder disaster, it is still a disaster targeting the realm of heavenly saints. How can it not dissipate?
Over there, Wen Xiao and the others, whose eyes were red, were about to rush forward desperately to see what was going on.
But Yunhe hurriedly shouted: "Don't go, the Heavenly Holy Tribulation is still there, and Fang Hao is not dead!"
Ji Fengmian was also very sad and angry at first, but at this moment, he also discovered the clue, and then his face suddenly became overjoyed: "Yes, the Heavenly Holy Tribulation has not disappeared, and Fang Hao is not dead!"
"But, why don't you have any energy?" Weiwei Li couldn't help but ask.
A figure galloped from a distance, a man holding a machete and looking very tough, with an unruly aura.
In the previous two sword rays, he drew his sword, it was the Huang Sha ancestor of the Xue Sha Sect.
Huang Sha said: "He is indeed not dead. We can all hide his Qi. There is no need to worry too much now."
Huang Sha's words made everyone couldn't help but see hope, and everyone stared at the Netherworld Fire that was gradually dimming.
Pointing straight at it, the Nether Fire disappeared, revealing the scene under the huge abyss.
That's what a huge lake looks like, but it's just under an abyss, and the water is as dark as ink. (To be continued)