The huge corpse of the Demon King was like a new star exploding, releasing endless energy.
The dazzling silver light, like the light of billions of swords, shot the whole world into holes.
That terrifying wave swept across all directions, shattering everything.
Within a hundred miles, the mountains, rocks, grass and trees all turned into nothingness.
Even those towering mountains were razed to the ground in an instant.
Fear and death filled the entire ancient demon battlefield.
Whether it was the elders of the three courtyards, Li Donghuang, Ye Nantian and other disciples, they all fled as if it was the end of the world.
The only one who can resist this force is Wuchenzi.
He is one of the ten elders of the sect, his cultivation has reached the life-threatening perfection, and he is even more powerful than the Black Sword Attendant.
In such a dangerous situation, he was able to retreat with his whole body due to his strong cultivation.
So extraordinary.
The barrier spread around Wuchenzi also protected many disciples from this disaster.
Li Donghuang was protected by a colorful roc, so he was fine.
As for Ye Nantian, he used sword silk cocoon to protect his body, so he was safe.
The six elders such as Xu Wuwang were not so lucky.
They were too close to the Demon King and had no time to get far.
Tianxuanyuan, Tiandanyuan, and Tianxingyuan each had an elder who was swallowed up by the silver light and instantly turned into powder.
Xu Wuwang and the other two people, who were relatively strong in cultivation, narrowly escaped death.
Even so, these three people were seriously injured and fell to the ground one after another, vomiting blood and turning pale.
At the center of the explosion, the void twisted crazily and collapsed layer by layer.
The ancient demon battlefield was completely torn apart.
Such a huge space-time rift is already extremely difficult to heal.
Even if it can be healed, it will take decades or even hundreds of years.
certainly.
Fulong Sect will not leave it alone.
If a large number of space spirit stones are used, these time and space cracks can be filled.
"With so many space-time cracks, we can only make stones to mend the sky."
Wuchenzi took a breath of cold air.
It is not difficult to refine stones to mend the sky, but the difficulty is that the materials are too scarce.
Space spirit stones are rare, let alone large quantities of space spirit stones?
"You little beast, you want to cause such a big trouble before you die."
Wuchenzi's face looked extremely ugly.
After all, he is the person in charge of the Ancient Demon Battlefield.
Now that this kind of problem occurs, he cannot escape the blame.
"It was so scary, I thought the sky was going to fall."
"We are so lucky to be alive."
Around Wuchenzi, many disciples looked pale.
In everyone's mind, there is still the terrifying scene of the Demon King's self-destruction.
Fortunately, they had Wu Chenzi's protection, otherwise none of them would have survived.
"Qin Mo has entered the devil's path, and it is not a pity to die."
Li Donghuang also had lingering fears.
He also didn't expect that Qin Mo would be so radical, directly destroying the Demon Emperor and even risking his life.
That is to say, he was far away and luckily escaped.
Otherwise, even if he is protected by the colorful roc, he will be seriously injured even if he does not die.
If the colorful Dapeng is blown up to death, then the gain outweighs the loss.
"This little beast is dead. It's really an advantage for him."
Wuwu was breathing heavily, and his whole body was in severe pain.
He is filled with hatred now and really hopes that Qin Mo is still alive and tortures him until life is worse than death.
It's a pity that Qin Mo was at the center of the explosion, how could he survive?
His wish came true.
"Hey, Junior Sister Xueji..."
Ye Nantian looked sad.
After he survived, he immediately went to search for the whereabouts of Nangong Xueji.
But there was nothing on the ground, everything was flattened.
With such a terrifying impact, Nangong Xueji's body might have been completely wiped out.
Ye Nantian was traumatized, and a surge of anger surged from his eyes.
All of this was caused by Qin Mo.
"This little beast died too easily."
Ye Nantian gritted his teeth.
At this moment, Wuchenzi was suddenly startled, as if he realized something, and his eyes glanced not far away.
"This breath..."
He suddenly froze.
A layer of cold sweat instantly broke out on his forehead.
"Is it the Devouring Sword Intent?"
Li Donghuang also reacted immediately.
On the other side of the void, a powerful swallowing sword intent is gradually enveloping the world.
"The little beast isn't dead yet?"
"How can this be?"
Everyone present was shocked.
How could Qin Mo, who was at the center of the self-destruction, still be alive?
This must be an illusion!
"No, it's not Qin Mo's aura. This sword-devouring intention is too terrifying and cannot be compared to that kid."
Ye Nantian shook his head, his face extremely heavy.
He is also a genius in swordsmanship and can immediately tell the difference in devouring sword intent.
"Not Qin Mo? Who could it be?"
Everyone looked at each other.
"Elder Wuchenzi, what's wrong with you?"
Li Donghuang suddenly saw that Wuchenzi was trembling all over and his robes were soaked with cold sweat.
As one of the ten elders of the sect, who could make him so afraid?
"It's him...it must be him...he's actually still alive...he's actually still alive..."
Wuchenzi's face turned pale and he involuntarily took a few steps back.
His pupils shrank sharply, as if he saw something incredible.
"Elder Wuchenzi, who did you see?"
Many people felt uneasy and looked at Wuchenzi in great surprise.
"Nangong family, the previous head of the family...Nangong Yuntian!"
Wuchenzi opened his mouth tremblingly.
boom--
Five thunder strikes!
Li Donghuang, Ye Nantian, Wuwu... Everyone present, whether they were elders or disciples, whether they were from the Five Great Dao Palace, or the three major ancient clans, all froze on the spot.
The name Nangong Yuntian has been silent for too long, and is almost diluted by time.
But when the name sounded again, the heavy weight made everyone breathless.
After all, that is the most outstanding genius of the Nangong family!
If it hadn't been for the Battle of Blood Cloud Sect, what state would Nangong Yun have reached two hundred years later?
Heavenly Talisman Realm?
Even the golden elixir realm?
Perhaps the position of leader of Fulong Sect is within his grasp, right?
"Wuchenzi, it's been two hundred years and you still haven't made any progress at all."
At that time, a cold voice suddenly came from the crack in space.
Immediately, the figure of a middle-aged man appeared in everyone's field of vision.
This man was barefoot and dressed in white clothes, not stained by dust. He seemed to have descended from an immortal to the earth, giving him an indescribable immortal style.
Beside him, there were two figures, one man and one woman, none other than Qin Mo and Nangong Xueji.
At this moment, Nangong Xueji had woken up and was full of energy, as if he had never been injured.
As for Qin Mo, he was unscathed and was not affected by the Demon King's self-destruction.
Obviously, it was the appearance of Nangong Yuntian that changed everything.
Qin Mo was greatly shocked when he saw the barefoot man in front of him, who looked like an immortal.
The scene just now kept flashing back in his mind.
At the moment when the Demon King self-destructed, a big hand tore apart the world and snatched him out of thin air.
Even if the Demon King self-destructs, he can't shake this palm at all.
"If it weren't for Nangong Yuntian, I would have been wiped out."
Qin Mo was still frightened.
"Are you suppressing me like this because I have no one in the Nangong family?"
Nangong Yuntian's face was extremely cold.
His appearance immediately made the scene interesting.