The fingertips of Lord Sima Ming began to tremble. He saw Wei Xiang's lips opening and closing, but he should not have heard any sound.

The four words "It's time to hit the road" pierced into his mind like a poisonous snake.

Cold sweat slid down his back and soaked Sima Ming's divine robe.

Although he knew that everything before him was an illusion, he could not suppress the fear in his heart.

"A mere illusion, you think you can influence my Dao heart? How absurd!"

Although he said so, he couldn't even circulate the divine power in his body at this moment.

You know, what he is facing at this moment is not the injured Wei Xiang, but Wei Xiang in his prime, the godslayer who has killed countless God Emperors!

Who can remain calm in the face of such a terrifying existence?

The God of Destiny watched helplessly as the peach blossom in Wei Xiang's hand suddenly expanded and the pink petals turned into a bloody rain.

He wanted to retreat, but his legs seemed to be rooted and unable to move.

The surrounding scenery was distorted and dissolved like a faded ink painting. When I came to my senses, I was standing on a scorched earth.

"Another illusion..."

He gritted his teeth and made a hand gesture, and the Yuqing Sword came out as expected, but it broke into two pieces with a clang the moment it was unsheathed.

The charred earth suddenly began to wriggle, and countless bones broke out of the ground, piecing together to form familiar faces.

Those were the gods who died under Wei Xiang's God-killing Tower. They looked at the God of Destiny with their empty eye sockets, and their jaws opened and closed, making a tiny sound.

"Why wasn't it you who died?"

"Si Ming, it's time to get going."

"Come down and stay with us!"

The God of Destiny staggered back and threw the talismans in his sleeves away like they were free.

In the white light of the explosion of thunder and fire, the God-Slaying Tower suddenly pierced through the smoke and hit him heavily.

puff--

The God of Destiny suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and felt as if a mountain had hit his chest hard, and his body flew backwards.

"You're just a mere ant, and you think you can take me back to the Divine Court?"

Wei Xiang's voice came from all directions, making Sima Ming's head buzz.

After landing, Lord Sima Ming struggled to stand up.

But he found nine identical Wei Xiangs walking out of the fog, with the God-killing Towers in their hands emitting terrifying light.

His breath hitched, and memories from five million years ago suddenly came alive.

Wearing the same dress and with the same smiling eyes, he almost died under Wei Xiang's God-killing Tower.

The fragments of the Yuqing Sword suddenly became hot. Sima Ming Shenjun forced himself to form a seal, and the broken sword blade turned into a stream of light and attacked the phantom.

The seven "Wei Xiang" disappeared in the sword light, but the remaining two suddenly merged into one.

"You know in your heart that these tricks won't work on me."

As soon as he finished speaking, the God-Slaying Tower suddenly expanded and then pressed down towards the God of Destiny.