Yan shook his head, "The time has not come." He seemed to hesitate for a moment and continued to speak, "Some things are destined to be seen by your master."

Mo Yu frowned, something seemed to be hidden in his words. But before he could think about it, his face changed slightly, his eyes stared at Yan's eyes, and slowly said: "Since I am the last person in the Xuanhuang clan, you shouldn't be watching me die."

"Yes." Yan looked solemn, "Your life will be more important than everything."

"That's good." Mo Yu turned around, took a step forward, and disappeared.

Seeing him disappearing, Yan's expression showed complexity, and his body suddenly trembled, as if he was suffering a certain kind of pain, bent down deeply.

It took him a long time to stand up straight and his eyes were dull.

...

At the top of the Nine Heavens, the wind was howling. Mo Yu looked up at the sky, with an indifferent expression, but there was endless murderous intent in those eyes.

arrive!

The next moment, the plane barrier trembled suddenly, and then it shattered like a mirror, and the terrifying aura that shocked hundreds of millions of creatures came at this moment.

The sky was shattered directly, and hundreds of huge cracks appeared, spreading rapidly outward until a place beyond the reach of sight.

A figure walked towards him. He was wearing a dark red robe embroidered with dense textures. His face was simple and imposing with infinite majesty. His eyes were bright like stars, as if there were nebula flowing inside. In an instant, billions of changes emerged, which were in line with the changes in the rules of heaven and earth.

Standing here, it is like a sun, emitting endless light and heat in the sense of the soul.

That is the powerful force contained in his body that makes people tremble.

With a faint look, a gentle voice came from his mouth, as if there was an invisible penetrating force, stirring between heaven and earth, "Mo Yu, you are still here."

This statement made people feel illusion that he seemed to have known before that Mo Yu would wait here.

Without too many pauses, his magnificent voice sounded again, "Before cutting off the line of destiny, you are qualified to know who killed you."

"Remember, I am the God Emperor of the Barbarian Holy Sect, the Biansha." The voice was still echoing in the air. He raised his hand and pointed at him, "The Seven Ways of the Holy Sect, Annihilation."

Sima Lingxiang also used this technique back then, but its power is like a bright insect and a bright moon compared to the current one.

A layer of ripples appeared from the fingertips of the God Emperor of the Punch, like a light wave on the lake. Everything disappeared wherever it was walking. This dissipation, even including the invisible space! It seems that there is no change from before, but the space is completely illusory and has no bearing.

The projection was destroyed before, and the Emperor of the Cangsha had already understood Mo Yu's strength. Now that the magical power is used to kill him in one fell swoop, and he will not give him any chance to resist!

A painful roar from the original plane suddenly came from Mo Yu's ear. This finger of magical power invisibly caused great damage to it.

The peaceful sea in the distance suddenly burst into huge waves. The floating continent shattered in the tremor. Countless volcanoes erupted at the same time, and the red magma column of fire dyed the sky red!

In panic, it was like destroying the world.

In just a moment, I don’t know how many creatures were buried in it.

The source of everything is just a finger of the God Emperor, and this is just affected by the annihilation of magical powers.

Most of its power is still concentrated in one place, and it is necessary to completely cut off the thread of destiny.

Mo Yu's face turned slightly white, but his mind was particularly calm. He looked at the ripples of annihilation that seemed to be slow, real and fast approaching, and his eyes became brighter and brighter.

Just when the ripple distance was less than a few meters, he suddenly raised his hand and waved his sleeves forward.

It was like a little thick ink fell into the clear water, spreading rapidly, and the space in front of him became pitch black in an instant with the mental sensing.

This darkness is a pure power of destruction that envelops everything, quietly corrodes, collapses, and eventually becomes extinct.

This has some similarities with the art of annihilation, but now it is a collision between two destructive forces.

The ripples of void penetrated into the darkness and trembled violently, but after all, it was the magical power of the God Emperor and did not completely lose the power of resistance. They continued to advance a little until they were close to Mo Yu's chest and completely dissipated.

"Dead Silent Night!"

The Emperor of the Punchal Divine Sword was frightened and his eyes suddenly burst into a divine light, and the terrifying cultivation level in his body completely exploded at this moment.

Buzz —

Buzz —

Countless phantoms of rule appeared in the surrounding void, densely packed with endless numbers, unknown how many layers they overlap, woven into a layer of powerful protection. As time goes by, more and more phantoms of rule are constantly integrated into it, covering his figure gradually blurring.

Faced with this blow, the Emperor of the Cangsha God was not unwilling to dodge, but had no way to hide. The Dead Night is a supreme magical power that originated from the rules but transcended from the rules. Once it descended, all creatures within the range could only passively bear it.

If you survive by storing through, you will live; if you don’t support, you will die.

The Emperor of the Punchakha finally understood that the line of fate that could be entangled with the fortune of the sect would be cut off so easily.

Fortunately, this was not a complete dead night. Although he could not resist it, he would not die because of it.

In an instant, endless darkness submerged the Emperor of the Pangsha, and directly collided with the protection formed by the external rules.

Silently, just a breath, his body's phantom collapsed and disappeared.

The invisible dead silent artistic conception contained in it forcibly penetrates the protection of the power of rules and deeply penetrates into the soul of the God Emperor of the Pure Land.

If the soul of the God Emperor is not strong enough, just this artistic conception will be enough to make his soul wither and die directly.

Everything was extremely slow, but it only happened in an instant. The face of the Emperor of the God of the Cangsha was twisted due to pain, and black blood flowed out of his seven orifices at the same time, but a trace of joy flashed deep in his eyes.

If you bear the power of the Dead Night, you can still be immortal. In some ways, it is a great opportunity for all imperial cultivators.

As long as you can gain something, it is very likely that they will reach a higher level.

And the Emperor of the Puji Temple obviously gained some kind of gain. Some changes quietly arise in his soul, and he vaguely feels about the unattainable state.

Although there are only a very small part, it is very likely that he will truly enter it with this breakthrough.

Transcend the way of divineness and step into the way of heaven to practice!

At this moment, he was suffering from unspeakable pain, but the heart of Emperor Xuanzha was filled with ecstasy. He couldn't help but have a thought to leave Mo Yu's name.

After all, among the heavens and all realms, he may be the only one who can release the incomplete dead night. If he could withstand a few more times, it would undoubtedly have unimaginable benefits for him to step into the way of heaven!

But this thought passed away in a flash. As the God Emperor of the Barbarian Holy Sect, he knew very well about the destiny line entangled in the fortunes of the sect.

This Mo Yu is absolutely unavailable!

The murderous intent in his eyes surged, and the power of the dead night was about to pass. Emperor Xuanzha looked up and saw that everything was about to end.

With Mo Yu's cultivation, forcing his power far beyond his own level is already at the end of his strength and he has no power to resist.

But when his eyes fell, his face was slightly stunned. Mo Yu's face was pale and his eyes were even more dim, but his expression was calm. It seemed that there was a bit of inexplicable meaning in his eyes.

The God Emperor of the Punch suddenly felt a bad premonition in his heart, which spread rapidly, and his face suddenly became gloomy.

Does this person have other trump cards in his hand?

The next moment, what he thought was confirmed.

Mo Yu raised his hand and a large bow appeared in his hand. The bow was about two meters long, and it seemed to be made of some kind of bone, and the surface was covered with a layer of blood mucosa.

This bow has no strings, but it still trembles, emitting bursts of excitement and low sound.

He raised his hand, pinched Xuwu suddenly, then pulled it away with force.

The bow bent into a full moon, and a trace of viscous black blood evil spirit surged out of nothingness and condensed into a long arrow.

The arrow is about 100 feet long and solid like a substance. The surface texture is undulating, forming ancient runes. Each one emits a vast evil aura, like a gathering of countless dead souls. A hideous roar came from the void!

"Pa" and "Pa" sounds, Mo Yu pinched the arrow's fingertips and cracked on his own, and blood shot out, directly blending into the long arrow, causing the arrow body to suddenly spit out a terrible scarlet blood light, and the aura emitted became more and more violent.

Mo Yu's face suddenly became paler, and the murderous intent in his eyes reached its peak at this moment.

When he let go, the long arrow turned into a phantom and shot out in an instant.

This arrow is extremely fast, and the time chosen is just right. The power of the Dead Night continues to dissipate and makes the passage open. The remaining part just traps the God Emperor of the Cangsha, making it impossible for him to dodge. Otherwise, even if he can shoot this arrow, he can dodge with the power of the God Emperor.

With a light "puff", blood splashed, and a long arrow shot into the chest of the God Emperor of the Cangsha, piercing his entire body.

This is not too serious for the Emperor of God. If the thoughts move slightly, the growth of flesh and blood can be bridged.

But the face of Emperor Xuanzha suddenly turned pale, no longer had any blood, and even more wailing in his mouth.

The first time he showed fear in his eyes.

The power of this arrow not only penetrated his body, but also penetrated his soul. And the most terrifying thing is that the long arrow pierced into his soul was like a hollow mouthpiece, sucking his soul frantically. With the powerful soul of the imperial level, there was no power to resist at all.

Moreover, the soul damage caused by this extraction brought to the Emperor Xuanzha, a feeling of irreparableness.

In other words, once the lost part of the soul is no longer able to be repaired intact. Not only will he be completely cut off his chances of being promoted to a higher level, he may even shake his realm of the God Emperor.
Chapter completed!