The Black Wood God was lying on the ground, blood flowing from the corners of his mouth and dyeing his clothes red.
His eyes were closed tightly, as if he had fallen into a coma. His body exuded a weak aura, making people feel his powerlessness and vulnerability at this moment.
However, even in such a desperate situation, Black Wood God still did not give up.
He struggled to stand up, but the injuries on his body prevented him from moving. He gritted his teeth and persisted, trying with all his strength to regain some strength.
Seeing this scene, the faces of countless warriors from the Tyrant Empire became very ugly.
In their view, the Black Wood God is their last hope. Once the Black Wood God is defeated, they will be doomed.
"Join forces!"
Suddenly, Long Yun roared loudly, turned into a demon dragon and pounced on the Beijiang Hall Master.
Li Yunkuang, Mu Bingyan, and the array demons all rushed out.
They all used their strongest attacks, hoping to block the blow from this northern resident.
If we can't stop it, everyone will die.
For a time, the color of the sky and the earth changed, and the wind and clouds changed.
The crowd's attacks poured down like a violent storm, and the roar was deafening, as if they were about to overthrow the entire Tyrant Empire.
However, the giant hand in the sky didn't seem to care. It just trembled slightly and neutralized all attacks.
When everyone saw this, their hearts sank.
They knew that the power of this giant hand was far beyond their imagination. However, they did not give up.
Because they know very well that only by persisting can they find a way to destroy the giant hand.
So, they joined forces again and launched an even more powerful attack.
This time, their attacks were more precise and more violent.
However, the giant hand still stood tall, as if it were an unshakable mountain.
After countless attempts and failures, everyone began to realize that they could not destroy this giant hand with their own strength.
They need to find other methods or use other more powerful forces.
However, the leader of Beijiang Hall did not intend to give them a chance.
A more violent attack struck, and that palm was like the wrath of God, intending to destroy the entire city.
By then, everyone here will die and everyone will be finished.
"Boy, I saw it, this is the power of the dragon!"
Suddenly, Long Yun's whole body suddenly turned blood red, as if he was burned by flames and soaked in blood.
His aura instantly surged with overwhelming pressure, as if the entire world of cultivation was trembling from his roar.
Immediately afterwards, his body began to undergo astonishing changes. Every inch of his skin seemed to be fused with the blood of a dragon, with dense dragon scales and towering horns.
In the astonished eyes of everyone, Long Yun transformed into a divine dragon several hundred feet long, soaring in the sky.
The divine dragon roared, the sound shook the sky, and its eyes flashed with blazing light, as if it could penetrate all illusions.
It swung its huge body like a moving mountain, rushing towards the giant hand in the sky with a destructive momentum.
At this moment, the divine dragon seemed to turn into the sharpest spear in the world, and directly hit the giant hand with unrivaled momentum.
At the moment of the impact, the color of the sky and the earth changed, and the wind and clouds were turbulent. A deafening loud noise sounded, as if it was going to tear the entire Tyrant Empire apart.
Under the impact of the divine dragon, cracks finally appeared in the giant hand.
These cracks expanded rapidly, and eventually the entire giant hand began to collapse.
When everyone saw this, they all cheered for joy. They knew that their efforts and persistence had finally resulted in this moment of victory.
However, Ling Xiao's expression was sad. Long Yun used his last strength to block the terrifying blow from Beijiang Hall Master, but he also disappeared.
Completely disappear.
What was left to Ling Xiao was the highest inheritance of "Demon Dragon Valley".
"Clone?"
The leader of Beijiang Hall was stunned for a moment. This clone was too real. It was completely different from the clone of Black Wood God. He thought it was real just now, but when he destroyed the clone, he realized that it was not the original body.
There is no soul in this body, only a spiritual consciousness.
His face didn't look good either. There were cracks on the puppet's body, and he didn't know how long it would last.
"Who are they?"
The leader of Beijiang Hall looked at Ling Xiao and asked coldly.
"Why should I tell you?"
Ling Xiao was holding the God-killing Sword and the Bloodthirsty Knife. He wanted to use the power Su Lianxing left to him now, otherwise his attacks would be ineffective against such a strong man.
"It's okay if you don't say yes? Then I will kill all of them. Even if they are clones, what if they are clones? If these clones are gone, you will have no backing and you will be hungry in the future!"
The leader of Beijiang Hall also seems to be very anxious, the puppet will not last long.
The next moment, he came to Li Yunkuang's side and struck out with a palm.
The speed was so fast that not even Li Yunkuang could stop him.
Bang!
Li Yunkuang was punched by the leader of Beijiang Hall, and his body was penetrated directly.
"Damn, this clone has been trapped there for too long and has lost too much energy. Otherwise, even if it's just a clone, how could it be suppressed by you like this?"
He was a little frustrated.
The leader of Beijiang Hall didn't want to listen to him, and he didn't even want to talk nonsense, because he wanted to seize the time to attack.
So, he struck Li Yunkuang with another blow.
But at this time, both Array Demon and Mu Bingyan had already reacted, and they rushed towards the Beijiang Hall Master.
"Grand Priest, what are you still doing? Kill that Ling Xiao!"
At this time, the leader of Beijiang Hall roared.
He had already killed Long Yun, dragged down Li Yunkuang and the others, and was left with a clone of the Black Wood God, which could not stop the four chief priests at all.
This is a perfect opportunity to kill Ling Xiao.
"Let's go!"
Black Wood God couldn't stop four people. He tried his best, but he only blocked three people.
The four chief priests still pounced on Ling Xiao.
He shouted anxiously.
Now, no one can save Ling Xiao, no one.
Ling Xiao stood there, extremely indifferent, as if he had calmly faced his impending death.
"If this is my fate, then I accept it. There is nothing to be afraid of."
Ling Xiao couldn't escape. If he was alone, he could escape, but with so many people now, he couldn't escape at all. Escape would not only be a betrayal, but also a heavy blow to his martial arts heart.
"Hey, go to hell, kid!"
The four chief priests have been holding back for a long time.
This time, Ling Xiao can finally be killed.
The tip of the sword spit out a sharp sword light, which was hundreds of feet long, as if it was going to tear the entire sky apart. The power of this sword was so powerful that it was jaw-dropping. If it had been stabbed, Ling Xiao would have escaped death.
Ling Xiao felt the sharp sword energy coming toward his face and his face was solemn. He knew the power of this sword and knew that he could not resist it.
But he still didn't move, still standing there, as if waiting for something.
The speed and power of Long Yun's sword far exceeded Ling Xiao's imagination.
I saw the sword shining like a dragon out of the sea, spanning a distance of hundreds of feet in an instant, approaching Ling Xiao.