It was not until someone farther away shouted "sea" that they hurriedly ran farther away. After having a wide view, the scene before them stunned everyone.

A pitch-black sea, emitting a cold breath, as if coming from the mythological era, possessing all kinds of unfathomable power, just quietly suspended above Kyushu.

"If the Buddha had been suppressed at the bottom of the sea for 30,000 years, could he still be so bright and beautiful?" Jiang Chen raised the corners of his mouth, showing an evil smile, and asked coldly to Putuo.

The other party panicked completely. He took out a somewhat rotten wooden fish and a lotus lamp with only one third of its length left. He frantically activated the two Buddhist instruments, emitting a terrifying aura that contained the ultimate truth.

However, Putuo was not trying to resist, but was using it to bombard the weakest point of the dark sea, hoping to escape back to Xumi Temple.

At this time, the rest of the battlefield also discovered this scene, and the weird side all took the initiative to stop.

The ancient blood demon retreated violently.

The Jueqing Sword was about to blast open the Mountain God's formation and kill all the powerful people in Jiuzhou. However, after looking at the sky, he frowned, and without saying a word, he dropped the sword and retreated.

Land was in a miserable state. Zhou Hei was so powerful that it was hard to guess. Everyone thought that he was trying to increase his strength and would fall into a disadvantage after a long time. But in fact, Land could not hold on for so long and was already covered in wounds.

He had wanted to run away for a long time. At this moment, he rolled up Xuan Zhen, drilled into the ground, and appeared outside the border of Jiuzhou in an instant, watching the battle from afar.

Putuo looked around and saw this scene. He opened his mouth and his old face turned red with anger, and his shiny bald head kept shaking.

I entered the scene at the critical moment and gave you the greatest support. Why is it that when the fight really broke out, you all ran away, leaving me alone?

So, because monks are simple, honest and kind, they deserve to be treated like dogs by you?

"Don't worry, none of them can escape. Today we'll have a bloodbath everywhere. If necessary, the flames of war will reach the dangerous area!"

Jiang Chen spoke to comfort her, his palm pressing lower and lower.

Putuo was surrounded by boundless pressure and had no way to retreat. Two supreme Buddhist artifacts held up a golden light curtain, barely saving his life, but the consumption was extremely terrifying. I'm afraid it won't be long before this monk will really be buried in the sea above the sky.

"We have no grudges against each other. Please give me a chance to live. I will have a bright future..." Putuo spoke without caring about his appearance. In the end, he still wanted to survive.

Jiang Chen shook his head in disbelief. "Honestly, I used to admire great monks like you. There's no need to beg for mercy. Leave a more profound image for the world. You might have a chance to become a Buddha after death. It would be shameful to be labeled a cowardly Buddha."

As he spoke, he clenched his hands, and the surging sea water rushed over, erasing the texture of the avenue on the golden light curtain.

The black ocean is not a simple sea, but the former West Sea evolved by Jiang Chen using the magical power of the West Sea Dragon King. Although it is extremely illusory, it also possesses a power that is difficult for people in the world to imagine. Even a powerful person cannot contend with this power.

Putuo then tried to chant scriptures and offered two other Buddhist artifacts, but they were all unable to resist. His strength was worn down and became weaker and weaker. Finally, the light curtain shattered and his body was swallowed up by the endless ocean.

He tried to use the Golden Cicada's Escape Plan again, but found that this dark ocean could block all methods, and even the most powerful force could not be used in it.

Flesh and blood were worn away and crushed again and again.

A powerful being just died and disappeared.

A strange thing happened above the sky, dark clouds gathered, and blood rain fell. This was a unique treatment for the top powerful people. After death, even the heaven and earth would weep blood.

A strange and mournful sound seemed to come from the end of the era. Some people recognized it as the lamentation of the Great Dao.

Blood rain was falling and sad songs were singing.

Against this backdrop, a figure stood in the sky, his expression neither sad nor happy, his aura as heavy as the ocean, and his murderous intent as strong as the tide.

In the eyes of everyone, he was like a killing god who was about to end this era.