The Snow Lady Sword was put away, and Mu Xuanyin's jade finger lightly swept across it. Nan Wansheng's personal space, which no longer had the strength to support it, suddenly collapsed and shattered, scattering a large area of strange and mysterious light.
Being able to be carried by the Southern Sea God Emperor, even the most insignificant of these treasures are rare and time-honored treasures that ordinary people can never obtain. When these treasures appeared, the light and aura of the entire planet changed dramatically, and then the earth shook violently, as if it could no longer withstand the powerful aura released by these God Emperor's treasures.
Mu Xuanyin's eyes fell on a golden light floating in the air. This golden light was not dazzling, but extremely clear and pure. It was clearly the soul light separated from the soul source. When it was separated, it would cause damage to the soul source.
The only thing that the Nanming God Emperor would protect at such a cost is undoubtedly the lifeline of the Nanming lineage... the inheritance of the Nanming divine power!
Mu Xuanyin slowly stretched out her hand and froze Nan Wansheng’s head and Nanming’s divine source weapon directly, imprisoning them in a ray of blue light. Then her figure faded and she disappeared silently.
Until even the last trace of coldness disappeared, and there was no trace of her presence left.
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At the cost of burning his own life, Nan Gui sent the seriously injured Nan Wansheng away. It seemed that he no longer had any obsession. He held his breath and closed his old eyes, not wanting to look at the royal city below which had been destroyed into a dark hell.
Having been an emperor for half his life, he was the last hope left for Nanming before his death. He believed that he had done his best for Nanming and his ancestors. The future of Nanming was all up to fate.
Watching Nan Wansheng escape, the two Ming Gods fighting against Yan Zu, as well as the elders, Ming Guards, and Xuanzhe who were fighting desperately below were all shocked. For them, this was undoubtedly a ray of hope in the darkness, and it was endless hope. Even the collapsed faith was reborn.
"The South Sea is eternal... Even if we die, our strength... will be reborn under the king's command!" The seriously injured Ming God roared with all his strength.
"The day the king returns will be the day you demons will perish!"
The other Ming God had both arms broken, but his voice was high and bloody, and every word he said stirred the hearts and souls of all the Nanming Xuan practitioners. The originally weakening resistance force suddenly doubled, and everyone fought for their lives.
That's right, hope. For Nanming at this moment, there is nothing more luxurious than this.
However, this luxury only lasted for a few extremely short breaths.
Ping...
An extremely sharp shattering sound rang out in the soul seas of Nan Guizhong and Liangmingshen, causing their blood, which had just been ignited, to instantly turn cold to the bones.
The soul crystal was broken, Nan Wansheng...died,
Nan Gui's eyes suddenly opened, but his eyes were cloudy and so dark that the pupils were almost invisible.
The two Abyss Gods also froze in mid-air at the same time, their entire bodies trembling in the cold, as if they had fallen into the deepest and darkest prison of ice.
Qianye Wugu and Qianye Bingzhu landed in front of Nan Guizhong, and looked at Nan Guizhong, whose expression suddenly changed, with confusion on their faces.
Nan Gui finally raised his head slowly, his old face filled with extreme despair.
He raised his finger in a trembling manner, pointing at Yun Che in the sky, and murmured with difficulty: "You...actually..."
“Heh… heh…” Nan Guizhong suddenly laughed, and his laugh was particularly sad: “My Nanming’s strongest power was countered by you, and the final retreat was also planned by you… Northern Territory Demon Lord… you… are… cruel…”
Yun Che: “……?”
“Oh?” A look of astonishment flashed across Qianye Ying’er’s face. She glanced at Nan Guizhong and Liang Mingshen and whispered, “Could it be… Nan Wansheng is dead?!”
Someone blocked the Huanming Xuanji Formation?
She suddenly turned her head and glanced at Caizhi, who had remained indifferent to Nan Wansheng's escape.
"Since this is the case, let's be free." Qianye Bingzhu stretched out his hand towards Nan Guizhong.
"No need to bother." Nan Guizhong said calmly. He looked down with his old eyes. In his sight, the royal city had been stained with blood. The former prosperity and glory were all turned into destruction and ashes. Perhaps at this moment, he would rather have really returned that year. At least in that way, in his lifelong memory, the Nanming Royal Realm would be so proud and arrogant.
“Run away.” His voice was heavy and long, as if it came from a rusty ancient bell: “There is no Nanming anymore in this world, and your will no longer belongs to Nanming…Run away…Run away…At least, save your life.”
As he finished speaking, he raised his hand, condensed the last of the Nanming divine light in his palm, and slammed it heavily on his forehead.
boom----
A dull roar sounded deep in the souls of all the Nanming Xuanists.
The last ray of turbid light disappeared in Nan Guizhong's pupils, and his body slowly fell down... and the faith of all the Nanming Xuanzhe who had just been reborn collapsed.
What is more desperate than despair is the despair after hope.
Nan Guizhong's last words undoubtedly told them that Nan Wansheng, who had just escaped... the last hope left in Nanming, had perished in an instant.
Their fighting spirit, faith, and will completely collapsed. When the former God Emperor personally announced the demise of Nanming, they no longer had a place to belong to and no reason to resist.
"Since the South…Ming…is…destroyed, how…can the…Ming…god…exist…?"
The two Abyss Gods uttered the same murmur, their eyes met, but there was not even a trace of color in the collision, only empty grayness.
Bang!!
Two balls of extremely dazzling golden light exploded in the air. The last of their dark god power exploded in their bodies, turning into divine light for their own funeral… Perhaps, this was the last bit of dignity they could display in the face of complete despair.
The last Ming God was Nan Qianqiu, who was held in Yan Yi's hand, with his head hanging down and his limbs drooping, unable to even ask for death.
Both emperors died, and the Ming Gods who fought to the end also chose to commit suicide... The blood-soaked Nanming Xuanzhe, even those elders and Ming Guards with extremely high status, their last bit of faith completely collapsed, and there was nothing left to support them.
Stunned, howling, desperate... The Nanming Xuanzhe, who were already at a great disadvantage, were defeated again and again. They no longer had the will to fight and began to flee frantically with all their strength, because at this point, the only thing they could protect was their own lives.
The blood-stained Primordial Dragon would annihilate countless Southern Ocean Mystics every time it flapped its wings. The Yama Demons and Yama Ghosts even more harbored hatred and pleasure in slaughtering the Southern Ocean Mystics. Their attacks showed no mercy at all. Only a few dozen people tore open piece after piece of purgatory of death on this devastated land.
The Nanming Royal City in his sight had turned into a real blood-red hell. There were endless desperate howls in his ears. Yan Tianxiao looked down with pride. As an invader, there was not even a trace of pity or guilt in his black pupils, only endless pleasure... Their hatred for the three-domain profound masters had already penetrated deep into their bones, and had been passed down for nearly a million years.
“Sure enough, that seemingly mysterious escape formation was already under the control of the Demon Lord.” Yan Tianxiao’s lips were filled with a trace of sarcasm, but in his heart he had indescribable respect for Yun Che’s strength. He dodged and came to Yun Che’s side, knelt down and bowed his head, saying, “Demon Lord, although there are a lot of people left in Nanming, they have no intention of fighting and are fleeing in all directions. Should we kill them all?”
As the Nanming Xuanzhe fled, the Taichu Dragon Clan's offensive slowed down significantly. Qianye Wugu and Qianye Bingzhu both stood quietly in front of Nan Guizhong's corpse and did not attack again.
“I’ve said before that the Nanming lineage must be wiped out!” Yun Che said in an icy voice, “However, with only a few people like you, it would be foolish to kill them all.”
In order to conceal his whereabouts, Yan Tianxiao only brought Yan Mo and Yan Gui. Although they all possessed extremely terrifying divine powers, their numbers were too small after all. It was indeed a pipe dream to want to wipe out the Nanming lineage.
"What does the Demon Lord mean?" Yan Tianxiao asked.
“Chase him to the border of Nanming. As for what happens next…” A terrifying light flashed in Yun Che’s eyes: “Someone will do it.”
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Eastern Divine Territory, Eternal Heaven Realm.
After Yun Che set out for the Southern Divine Region, Chi Wuyao had not shown any signs of worry, but she had been feeling somewhat uneasy these past few days.
When Yun Che was by her side, she could take care of everything no matter how outrageous the act was. But now that the East and South regions were separated, she was unable to reach him and could not feel completely at ease.
The only consolations were Mu Xuanyin, who was hiding in the Southern Divine Region, and Qianye Ying'er, who followed quietly with the Second Brahma Patriarch and Ancient Candle.
A fragrant breeze blew gently, and a colorful shadow appeared in front of Chi Wuyao like a phantom light. Huan Jin knelt on the ground and said in a slightly hurried voice: "Master, over in the South Region..."
“What happened?” Chi Wuyao stood up suddenly. The fact that she could make Huan Jin look slightly panicked was definitely not a small matter.
Huan Jin calmed down a bit and said, "The Demon Lord slaughtered the Ash Dragon God, one of the nine Dragon Gods of the Dragon God Clan, during the ceremony of conferring the title of Prince Nanming."
In just a short sentence, every word was absolutely shocking, especially the fact that Huan Jin emphasized the word "brutal slaughter".
“…” Chi Wuyao frowned slightly but said nothing.
Huan Jin continued, "This news spreads very quickly. It's obvious that Nanming is actively fueling this matter. It won't be long before everyone knows about it."
“The Dragon Gods must have some intuition about each other. If the Ash Dragon God dies, the other eight Dragon Gods will know about it immediately. Now is definitely not the time to stir up trouble with the Dragon God Realm…” Chi Wuyao murmured, “Why would he do this?”
Suddenly, she raised her eyebrows and whispered, "Could it be that he is using this to arouse Nanming's fear and force Nanming to use the Mingshen Cannon!?"
"Mingshen Cannon? What is that?" Huan Jin looked up and asked subconsciously.
“If that’s true, then I… ultimately underestimated his madness for revenge.” Chi Wuyao closed her eyes and sighed, muttering to herself absentmindedly, “I thought that after what happened with Ying’er, he would at least…”
Huan Jin seemed to understand what he said, and asked, "Master, the Dragon God Realm must be furious. Even without the Dragon Emperor's order, they can't remain silent. Master, please give me your orders on what to do next."
After a brief silence, Chi Wuyao opened her eyes, her black pupils as deep as the ocean. “Send a message to Tian Muyi and Tian Guhu, and have them immediately mobilize at least fifty star realms stationed in the Eastern Region and Western Realms. Have them abandon their bases and, led by the kings of each realm, immediately move north and return to the Northern Divine Region. The faster the better, and the louder the better!”
Now, she must do her best to distract the Dragon God Realm and gain as much time and opportunity as possible.
"Yes!" Although Huan Jin was shocked, she did not ask any further questions and was about to leave.
“Wait!” Chi Wuyao suddenly thought of something and raised her jade arm, freezing it in the air.
“The order remains unchanged, but have Tian Muyi and Tian Guhu hold off on their actions.” Chi Wuyao spoke slowly, as if speaking to Huan Jin, or as if mumbling to herself: “Wait a few more hours. There may be some surprises in the Southern Divine Region.”
"There is another possibility..." She murmured in a low voice: "If the Dragon God dies, the Dragon Emperor might also sense it."
If this is the case, the "transferred" Dragon Emperor will definitely return to the Dragon God Realm immediately!
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