"Since you three old monsters are eager to go to the underworld to report, then I will help you!"

Gu Mietian looked at the roaring storm of three ice butterflies without any fear.

I saw him reaching out and grabbing it.

Martial God Yuanyang suddenly appeared in the palm of his hand.

"die!"

A cold shout spread.

This martial god Yuanyang flew out with a roar, blooming with the endless divine light of the great avenue.

The ice butterfly storm rushing at the front suddenly trembled and was torn apart.

"ah……"

A shrill scream echoed.

Amidst the shattered ice light that fills the sky.

The Twelve-Winged Ice Butterfly who was the first to speak out and threatened to fight to the death with Gu Mietian, was shattered, her demon soul collapsed, and she completely perished.

The remaining two Ice Light Storms were also beaten to pieces in the collision with the Martial God Yuanyang.

Bang! Bang!

The remaining two twelve-winged ice butterflies were covered in wounds.

Falling from mid-air.

Watching this scene with great horror.

"Big...brother has fallen!"

"No! Brother...he, how could he fall?"

The eyes of these two twelve-winged ice butterflies were filled with tears and they said in pain.

Woo!

All around, a sad cry spread.

The ice butterflies that were lying on the ground and shivering all gritted their teeth, straightened their backs, and stood up.

All the ice butterflies resisted the pressure of Gu Mietian's momentum and flew to the fallen butterfly king, forming a circle.

Between heaven and earth, tragic songs resounded.

The king of the clan.

It will eventually fall and be lost here.

The world of martial arts is always magnificent.

In every turmoil, a large number of strong people will die.

What's more, it is possible that a group of people has completely perished.

The Twelve-Winged Ice Butterfly King finally chose to die in battle for the sake of his tribe, for his family, and to protect his last shred of dignity.

r> Such an existence, in Gu Mietian's opinion, is nothing but stupidity.

But in the eyes of these Ice Butterfly Tribe people.

he--

Be a hero!

A well-deserved hero!

If a group wants to survive, it must have heroes who are not afraid of sacrifice!

Only heroes.

Only in this way can this withered ethnic group bloom with the fire of life in the cold winter night.

The king of the Ice Butterfly Clan is gone.

But when he left, he used his own actions and his iron bones to carry up the dignity of the Bingdie clan.

The tragic song of the Ice Butterfly clan is still echoing.

A wailing song.

Send away their king.

The wind is still whistling,

The snow is still falling hissingly.

The realm of the Holy Land has begun to approach its end.

The ferocious cracks in the void spread rapidly, mercilessly devouring everything.

Gu Mietian stood in the sky, watching this scene with an expressionless face.

"The Ice Butterfly clan should have disappeared into history. Today, let me be the 'terminator'!"

Gu Mietian's eyes suddenly became cold, and he reached out to pat him.

boom!

The entire Martial God Yuanyang exploded.

In an instant, streaks of Martial God Yuanyang Thunder appeared from all directions in the world.

These Yuanyang divine thunders are comparable to the world-destroying light pillars. They are so powerful that they can penetrate the earth. They are extremely terrifying.

There was a rumble.

Within the Holy Land, the endless Martial God Yuanyang Thunder exploded crazily, killing everything.

"ah……"

Countless screams echoed.

Those ordinary ice butterflies cannot resist it at all.

In the blink of an eye.

He was killed by the Martial God Yuanyang Lei.

"Have you finally come this far?"

The remaining two twelve-winged butterfly kings were already scarred and looked desperately at the one who had wiped out their clan.

"Why……"

In the end, the endless frustration, anger, and dissatisfaction all turned into this sigh.

Thousands of words, no more.

The glory of the past race has been wiped out.

"Farewell! My home!"

"Farewell! My people!"

"Farewell! This colorful world!"

There was no fear on the faces of the two twelve-winged butterfly kings, but a hint of relief.

Gradually, they closed their eyes.

Eventually, quiet destruction came.

But the Martial God Yuanyang Lei, which was imagined to wipe out everything, did not explode.

"Why bother!"

A voice full of vicissitudes of life echoed.

The center of the holy world.

A crystal flew out.

Suddenly, bursts of golden lotus divine light emerged from all around, spreading out and easily clearing away all the roaring Martial God Yuanyang Lei in the heaven and earth.

"This is……"

Gu Mietian's eyes shrank, with a look of deep fear on his face.

His eyes were fixed on the world crystal.

Vaguely.

There seems to be a shadow that is gathering.

"What? Twenty-four wings..."

Gu Mie Tianmu showed a rare look of surprise.

The condensed shadow was actually a... twenty-four-winged ice butterfly.
To be continued...