The firelight lit up the entire Shushan, and it was enveloped by an unknown barrier.
The people who burst out from within were either dead or injured, and were wrapped up in the ancient Voodoo vampires.
The moment something flew out, they would immediately be discovered and killed by the group of people.
Outside Shushan, the battle was in full swing.
Kunlun Huasu led a large number of Kunlun disciples to rush up to the sky, blocking a group of people.
This pair consisted of three goshawks.
Goshawks flew in the sky and underground, with several ancient wizards standing on their backs.
They all had powerful magic weapons in their hands, and the condensed blackness burnt down many of the disciples.
Hua Su came out with his sword, and a round of unparalleled light burst out, shining brilliantly.
He fought against the leading ancient witch.
After only three rounds, Hua Su's frontal bone was pierced, and his primordial spirit was cracked before he could escape, turning into fragments and flying in the air.
"Old pal..." Bai Yifeng shouted after seeing that.
Bai Yifeng and Hua Su had a deep relationship.
He saw that some of the old guys of his generation died just like that.
His chest was surging, and his blood was surging.
Needless to say, he was holding a sword to the Ninth Heaven.
Shua shua...
The sword light from the white-hot was powerful enough to hack three goshawks.
It split a three goshawk that was at the Yang Zheng stage in half.
Even the ancient wizard on top of it had already chopped half of its body before it could even retaliate, leaving its upper body to escape with great difficulty.
Bai Yifeng went straight after him, and the white sword light in his hand flashed.
Five lightning bolts fell from the sky, swallowing the primordial spirit of the ancient wizard into the sea of thunder, letting the heavens punish him.
Bai Yifeng came with a sword, and Bai Yifeng tended to kill the enemies.
The heavens trembled and left his traces, leaving his blood and vicious rumors.
The five peaks, the four peak masters, were all leading the killing spree.
Reverend Tianhuo of the Rosefinch Peak made a seal with both hands, and the shadow of the Vermilion Bird was slowly rising under his feet.
The Vermilion Bird raised its head to the sky and cried.
The flames were burning in the sky, burning many enemies.
Facing the ancient corpses, it did not retreat at all.
The flames burned countless bodies into ashes.
Before the dust could be left, it was washed away by the Tianshui Master's water.
Bai Yifeng retreated and the Green Dragon, Vermilion Bird, Black Tortoise and White Tiger reunited.
They gathered their supreme power and guarded a part of the world.
At this moment, there were not many disciples left in Shushan.
There were only more than 1,000 people in the big sect, which originally had tens of thousands of people.
The boorish man, Feng Haozi, who saved his disciple, was miserably killed by the sharp claws of the Saber-toothed Tiger.
His body was smashed, and his white bones were exposed.
Feng Haozi's eyes were about to crack, and he could hardly bear his master's death.
The saber-toothed tiger raised its sharp claws high again.
Xiao Dong immediately flew for miles and unleashed Divine Punishment to block the saber-toothed tiger's attack.
The punishment was blood-soaked and went straight through the tiger's forehead.
The saber-toothed tiger, which was 30 meters long, fell to the ground with a loud crash.
The ancient shamans didn't have the slightest bit of compassion for a woman.
Even the girls in the Ice Palace were full of tender feelings.
They were so graceful and graceful that they were like fairies, but they were also crushed by a single palm and turned into a bloody paste, just like all living beings.
The battle cries of Mount Shu, the sound of Quietus, the light of Buddha, and the Tai Chi Immortal Fighting Skill appeared one after another.
The sects had already reached the edge.
If no more miracles occurred, there would be no way to reverse the situation.
Buzz...
The Bodhi Temple stood high up in the sky, unfurling its boundless Buddha body.
Its entire body was dignified, as if the Buddha was in the world.
A shiny Buddha's light suspended above its head.
One-meter-long light shone from the highest heaven and a Buddha's relics burst into bloom.
Behind the real body of the Bodhi Temple, the illusion of a dragon soared into the sky.
It merged with the ancient Buddha, the Buddha's Lamp, the abnormal phenomenon of the sect, like another misty world.
That was where the origin of the Buddha, the origin of the Buddha.
"Buzz!" The six-syllabled mantra rumbled inside, and the sound of Buddha's voice rumbled like thunder.
A Buddha seal appeared in the ancient Buddha's hands, and it began to move.
Facing an ancient king, it slammed down with a loud bang.
In the blink of an eye, the ancient king's body was smashed, and his flesh was badly mutilated, but then it was recombined in an instant.
Puff...
the bluish white lamp blew out flames, and the endless hellfire covered the sky and the earth, burning all the creatures.
Even people's primordial spirit would be burned out.
The flames burned a region, blocking off the way.
Boom, boom...
the bright red flames went straight up to the sky.
Shua, shua, shua...
countless beasts cried out, turning into dust and ashes in the flames.
On the back of the fierce beast of Taotie outside Shushan, a demonic youth opened his eyes.
Time slowly passed, and he had been stuck in the mountain for two years.
Time passed by quietly.
"There's no time left.
We can only watch this time," the demonic young man muttered to himself as he dragged out a golden cauldron that looked exactly the same as the huge cauldron within the Immortal Palace, albeit of a different size.
The boundless hellfire on the cauldron blazed.
"You created the world.
What's the use of keeping you in this world?
Destroy it along with me." The Magus Lord muttered as he stared at the cauldron.
He was full of hatred and dissatisfaction.
What sort of impulse was there to destroy it?
The Practice of Taotie seemed to have sensed its master's rage and hatred.
It threw its head back and roared.
The soundwaves shook the surroundings.
The shamans took the initiative to attack.
Countless vicious beasts roared as they charged forward with the power to kill.
Once they fell behind, they could be incinerated at any moment and unable to withstand the Master's fury.
The Practice of Taotie stepped on the air and absorbed the hostility from all directions.
The Master of Sorcerer stretched out his hand and an empty palm fell.
He was like a god above the Ninth Heaven, trying to destroy the world.
Boom, the power of his palm fell hard on the Four Symbols Formation.
Suddenly, the four mountains of Shushan trembled.
"Defend Shushan..." said an old man as he leaped into the air from atop the Sword Mountain of the Sword Mountain of Mount Shu, triggering the momentum of the entire Sword Mountain.
This was the power of a sword, and the killing intent was sharp and vicious.
It was full of blood and was high-pitched.
The sword itself was a great vicious weapon, an existence for the bloodthirstiness of slaughter.
Countless long swords moved about, spinning about in the sky, slaughtering towards the sky, releasing zheng zheng sounds.
The power was extremely great, but it turned into powder in the air, scattering onto the ground.
When a finger descended, the entire mountain of swords was turned into a temple of powder, shattering into pieces, everything no longer existing.
This was the power of the Magus Lord.
"Stop..." Heavenly Wind Adept immediately rushed over, but it was still too late.
Sword Mountain was destroyed, the protectors' primordial spirit pierced through, dying an unnatural death in an instant.
When the Master of Wu Clan attacked, he only used three or five moves and changed a few gestures.
Then, Shushan was in imminent danger and was on the verge of extinction.
Boom...
a large hand slapped down, and Ziqing was about to be smashed into meat paste.
Shua shua...
the Godking used a technique to forcefully raise his body by fifty zhang, blocking the great hand of the Euroer Master.
"Ziqing, you can leave now.
If Xiao Jie is still alive, go find him.
But if he goes crazy, you can run far away and fly away.
Don't come back for the rest of your life." The Godking coughed up blood and wept.
His body cracked and his Ancient God Body couldn't withstand the Master's palm.
"No..." Ziqing didn't say anything, only crying and shouting.
Tears poured out like a spring, and she cried into tears.
"Let's go..." The Godking's soldiers exploded with all of their cultivation in the moment of death and bounced Ziqing away.
A flash of light shot out from his divine hand.
This was a Flood Dragon within Lu River, the Flood Dragon that was said to have existed for tens of millions of years and transformed into a True Dragon.
It had been subdued by the Godking.
At this moment, it was on the brink of death, allowing him to bring Ziqing far away.
The flood dragon did not turn around and left with Ziqing, disappearing into the rear of Shushan.
Ziqing stood on the top of the mountain and looked at Xiao Jie, who was comprehending the Dao.
She felt her heart tighten.
At this moment, Ziqing was in a state of chaos and lost her mind.
She could only limply cry on the ground.
Boom, the front mountain of Shushan, with one palm, was shattered and turned into a secretion, disappearing.
Countless people died.
The chief of the Qinglong Mountain immediately vomited blood and died.
His body gradually dissipated, returning to the heaven and earth.
Then countless ancient corpses and ancient shamans rushed into the big formation of Shushan, biting and devouring.
Countless people of Wu Shan began to die.
Xiao Dong leaned back against Bing Yao and said with a serious face, "You can go now.
Maybe there is still hope." "No, we will die together even if we have to die." Bing Yao cried.
Her Eldest Senior Sister, her master, had already died a terrible death.
If she were to escape now, wouldn't it be a joke?
Her beloved Xiao Dong was still here.
"Xiao Dong, you guys should go." Feng Haozi was lifted up by a hundred zhang long sabertoothed tiger.
He cried out loudly.
The smell of death filled Feng Haozi's nostrils.
At this moment, he knew that he was no match for everyone.
The moment Feng Haozi closed his eyes, he thought of Xiao Jie.
He said silently, "Xiao Jie hopes that you can overcome this obstacle.
It's all up to you." Boom!
Boom!

The other peaks of Shushan were smashed one after another.
Only half of Bai Yifeng's burning body fell on the main peak.
The peak master of Rosefinch Peak was shattered on the spot, and the master of Xuanwu Peak was killed in body and spirit.
Everyone retreated to the top of the main peak of Mount Shu, on the Golden Top Square, where countless battles and battles were taking place.
In the pool of blood, pairs of eyes were filled with fear, expressions of anger, and heads that could not be safely hung on the ground.
Sighs could be heard.
They cried out in pain.
Tianfeng Zi joined the battle with many elders of Shushan.
The halo of magic treasures in the air illuminated the entire golden roof, and the entire Shushan seemed to fall into a huge bloody hell.
The golden light of Kutou Tuo burst out all over his body, and his flesh and skin were torn apart.
He was burned along with an ancient witch.
Wuchen, Xiao Dong, Wuxin, Xiao Shuming, Dai Hu and the others condensed a battle circle, vowing to die together.
They firmly believed that Xiao Jie would definitely appear at the final moment.
Boss Xiao unleashed his fifth-grade Dao Fruit, the Taiji Yin-Yang Diagram, and swallowed all of the realms to fight the Wu Clan Master.
In the past few decades, he had made great improvements.
He had once fought with the Wu Clan Master.
Although he was no match for him in a single battle, he had a deep understanding of it.
In particular, the decades of solid development were enough to shake the Dao Slashing.
Elder Xiao, Tian Feng, the Palace Master of Ice Palace, the Second Master of Kunlun Mountain, the Buddhists' awareness, and their combined efforts to deal with the Master of the Wu Clan were all extraordinary figures.
Old fogeys had profound cultivation and could dominate an area, but when faced with the Master of the Wu Clan at this moment, he could not do anything.
The Taotie descended angrily, opening its mouth to swallow several people.
He kept screaming.
Xiao Jiezi, ah, cast a dao in the back mountain, laying down the dao foundation and swaying the dao fruit.
It was about to be cut through.
Xiao Jie's face was deathly pale.
To cut the dao was a difficult task.
Furthermore, his strength had always been to pull out the seeds to help it grow.
If he wanted to cut the dao, he had to cut off all three bodies and five desires, and cut off all the roots.
Ziqing was by Xiao Jie's side, crying.
At this moment, she was on the verge of breaking down.
Xiao Jie had become the only guardian.
The summit of Shushan was connected to the mountains, rivers, and earth.
It was the supreme peak of Shushan, which was used to communicate with the way of Heaven and Earth.
"Woo..." Xiao Jie, who was meditating, listened to the bitter beginnings of Mount Shu.
It sounded like a long-time sad voice reciting, as if it was suppressing something under Mount Shu.
However, Xiao Jie paid no attention to it.
"Die..." The demonic young Witch Lord slammed his palm down and the large golden-crowned hall was shattered into flat ground.
Peng peng...
Old Xiao and the others pulled back while their bodies were covered in injuries.
Boom...
one after another, the Magus Lord launched a series of attacks.
The number of people in this region was quickly wiped out.
"Why hasn't Xiao Jie come out yet?" Xiao Dong's arm was torn and he asked anxiously.
"There won't be any problems, will there?" Half of Xiao Shuu's body was disappearing and he was trying to repair it.
"I won't, I believe Xiao Jie," Wuxin said as he took out the golden deposit.
He protected a few people.
"Roar..." The Taotie swarmed over and countless ancient wild beasts and ancient witches also swarmed up the mountain.
Buzz...
The sky was distorted.
Facing these cultivators of the Taoist sect and Buddhism who had no strength to fight back, the Wudaxian destroyed the world.
A big void hand fell from the sky, trying to destroy everything.
Boom...
At this time, countless stones in the back mountain of Shushan were broken, and a great aura spread out.
Xiao Jie stood up and began to move.
The airwaves turned Ziqing upside down, and Xiao Jie instantly hugged her.
Zi Qing called out Xiao Jie's name in a daze.
Xiao Jie felt a sudden sluggishness as he lost his sense of direction.
"Young lady...?" Xiao Jie greeted in a low voice.
Ziqing was already on the verge of fainting.
When she heard Xiao Jie's shout, she fainted.
The enormous void hand was about to descend, and just as it was about to destroy everything, Xiao Jie rushed into the sky.
He raised his hand, supporting all things and destroying the giant hand.
"Xiao Jie...
he succeeded." Xiao Dong shouted.
"It's him...
it really is him." The little Kun Peng was on the brink of death as it fell onto the ground.
"It's you?" The Magus Lord looked at Xiao Jie and Wu Yong in the void.
"It's you..." Xiao Jie also asked in confusion.
He looked around at the ruins of Shushan and a familiar feeling welled up in his heart.
However, he was also a little confused, as if he was very familiar and indistinct.
Everything seemed to have come to an end here.
"Did he really succeed?" Tianfeng coughed out blood and asked.
"I don't think so.
He didn't succeed." Elder Xiao shook his head and sighed.
"Buzz..." Xiao Jie was once again shocked.
He almost fell, and everything in front of him became unfamiliar.
Xiao Dong, Wu Nian, Xiao Shuming, Dai Hu, Bing Yao, and Yue'er, who had almost died, were robbed.
He could not remember clearly in an instant.
Xiao Jie looked at Mr.
Xiao, Bai Yifeng, Tianfeng Perfected Immortal, Marvelous Mathematician, Tianji and the others.
He could not remember anything in an instant.
With a buzz, Xiao Jie's long hair flew in the air as if he had lost all his vitality.
"Ah...
If you are willing to give up, you can have it." Mr.
Xiao sighed and sent a sound transmission to Xiao Jie.
Xiao Jie was like a stranger and could not remember anything.
In the depths of his memories, there seemed to be someone calling him.
There was nothing in the past and nothing in the future.
Xiao Jie was in a special state.
Roar...
The Taotie charged at Xiao Jie, tearing his body apart and turning it into a bloody mist.
Miraculously, they teamed up again and killed themselves.
Xiao Jie cut down the path, causing the path to rumble and thunder to rumble.
"Buzz..." Xiao Jie took a step forward and exchanged blows with the Master of the Wu Clan.
Instantly, both of them took a few steps back, and a huge crater appeared on their original spot.
Boom!
Boom!
The battle was so intense that they couldn't see each other clearly.
Destructions took place on the peaks one by one.
Mount Shu was turned into a cliff.
The Sword-forging Peak was no longer destroyed, and the back mountain was turned into ruins.
Lightning flashed across the sky, and countless beasts were howling and howling.
The swarm of beasts dispersed.
Shushan was desolate, and the rest of the people almost died.
The 10,000-year-old foundation was destroyed in one fell swoop.
Meanwhile, the battle between Xiao Jie and the Magus Lord had reached a point beyond the horizon.
Did the sky produce a flash of light, destroying a mountain peak, and drying it up to look at a lake?
Everyone looked at the sky in a daze.
For a long, long time, four illusions of the Azure Dragon White Tiger, the Black Tortoise and the Vermilion Bird suddenly appeared.
Then another four illusions appeared, all of which were four images.
Four spirits and four images crisscrossed.
The sky was torn apart, the clouds covered in multicolored light.
Countless dense multicolored light shone past.
Two figures broke through the shackles and flew high into the sky.
They smashed into the ground as they shot out high into the air.
Heaven and earth intertwined with each other and formed dense mists.
Countless things withered and faded away.
The Master of Sorcerer released the power of a sage along the way, sweeping through the mountains and rivers, destroying countless mountains and rivers.
The four elephants were formed, and the copper stove turned into a battlefield, standing outside Shushan, and fighting with Xiao Jie.
Xiao Jie recited the Taoist scripture, and the image of Tai Chi appeared and supported the collapsed void.
He unfolded the picture of gods and devils.
The portrait came from the sky, the Buddha and the devil were chanting, and the ancient gods were in the sky.
Demons and monsters were rampant.
"Daogu...?" With a mere thought from the demonic youth, the world seemed to resonate.
"Daogu?" Mr.
Xiao's whole body shook.
Everyone heard this sentence and couldn't help but be shocked.
Several days later, Tianyu's battle finally stopped, and everything quieted down.
A century passed quietly, and the land of Shenzhou returned to peace.
Mount Shu was rebuilt again, forming a beautiful future.
The bronze stove merged with the mountains and rivers.
The formation of the Divine Land was ready to take effect.
All things were growing.
On the peak of White Tiger Peak of Mount Shu, a woman dressed in cyan clothes couldn't stand still.
No one knew the outcome of Xiao Jie's great battle with the Magus Lord.
However, the world was peaceful, and it was enough to explain everything.
Ziqing's appearance gradually returned to maturity, but she waited here every day.
Everyone said that Xiao Jie and the Master of the Wu Clan had returned to heaven and earth together.
Ziqing believed that Xiao Jie must still be alive.
He was recovering in a quiet corner of China.
Mount Shu came back to life after death, and its self-name was Qing Shu.
End