Feeling Brahma's anger, Yuanshi Tianzun snorted coldly, and wisps of silk threads floated out from the origin of heaven in his palm and wrapped around his fingertips.

He put the index finger and middle finger of his right hand together, like a sword, and tore a crack in the violent pressure of the Supreme Divine Power. His Taoist robe danced in the wind, and his steps forward were as steady as Mount Tai.

"The destiny of the country has been cut off. Can you still win this battle of origin?" Yuanshi Tianzun said lightly.

As Yuanshi Tianzun waved his hand, the golden thread instantly cut through the space and collided with the lotus throne under Brahma. The two origins of the divine kingdom violently hit each other, and the aftermath of the shock wave almost shattered the main beams and pillars inside the Temple of Heaven!

Outside the temple, countless mists of spiritual energy poured down from the Great Summer Palace. As if sensing the abnormality of the source, the sound of cranes rang out from all parts of the Heavenly Palace, piercing the sky.

The tiny cracks on the surface of the Temple of Heaven became increasingly hideous, dense gullies tore through the top of the temple, and rubble rolled down onto the battlefield inside, and was instantly swept into dust by the aftermath of the collision between the two origins.

The origin of the kingdom of God is the bond that maintains the mythological gods and all believers, and is inextricably linked to the destiny of a country. Now that India's destiny has been cut by nearly 60%, the origin can no longer maintain its original strength and has begun to decline. In this evenly matched battle of origin, any slight disadvantage will be infinitely magnified on the battlefield!

As the golden threads were linked together into swords, a tiny crack appeared on the surface of the lotus throne below Brahma.

The crack was only the size of an index fingernail, and was inconspicuous on the entire lotus throne, but it was definitely a huge blow to the entire Indian pantheon!

The origin was broken, and a large amount of power of faith rushed out from the crack. A gap appeared in the originally solid Indian pantheon, like a collapsed ant hole in a thousand-mile long dike. Dense cracks spread along the initial gap and instantly covered most of the lotus throne!

The eyes of the four Brahmas opened wide, and under the sweep of supreme divine power, small suns containing terrifying auras were created from nothingness, but were shattered one by one by the golden flowers in the sky.

Yuanshi Tianzun stood on the sea of ​​golden flowers, holding the Heavenly Origin Sword in his hand, and spoke calmly:

"Brahma... Today, I will make you, the gods of India, go without return."

Bang--!!

As the small sword made of golden silk threads cut through a corner of the Lotus Throne, the cracks all over it broke open inch by inch and exploded into nothingness!

The origin of the Temple of Heaven collapsed.

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Morning South Pass.

God's battlefield.

In the defense line of the Indian gods where divine power was surging, five figures rushed to the front, forcibly tore a gap, and gradually approached the mother beast in the deepest part with difficulty.

Sun Wukong, Taiyi Zhenren, Yuding Zhenren, and Guangchengzi joined forces to hold back a large number of Indian gods who came to support. Zhou Ping rushed to the front with a sword, trying to fight his way out under the siege of the three main gods.

In this counterattack at all costs, the gods of Daxia have killed more than half of the Indian gods. The gods of Daxia who still have fighting power have gradually formed an encirclement, constantly compressing the space of the remaining Indian gods.

However, these Indian gods seemed determined to protect the mother beast, and still retained a glimmer of hope that they could break through the Chennan Pass and contain the Great Xia God, thus turning the tide.

As a crisp cracking sound came from the bodies of the Indian gods, their bodies paused slightly and their faces suddenly became ugly.

They looked back at the [Empty Gate] in the distance. In the surging mist, an ancient temple was gradually falling apart. Two divine figures rushed out of it and flew rapidly towards the sky.

"Their origin is broken."

Seeing this scene, a look of joy appeared on Taiyi Zhenren's face.

Having lost the origin of the kingdom of God, the power of all the Indian gods present began to decline, and their realm became shaky!

Upon seeing this, Guangchengzi seized the opportunity to bite his tongue and sprayed a mouthful of blood onto the surface of the Fantian Seal. The latter turned into a stream of light and directly smashed the body of a main god, opening a gap for Zhou Ping!

"Seize the opportunity! They are almost exhausted!" Guangchengzi shouted to Zhou Ping.

Zhou Ping quickly dodged the attack of a main god, with a look of determination in his eyes. He released the long sword in his palm, and the surging sword intent was added to the sword body, which turned into a streak of light and slashed towards a main god.

At the same time, he closed his eyes and placed his palms on his chest. Under his chest, a glass-like heart was beating vigorously.

As a tiny wisp of sword energy overflowed from the fingertips, it cut through the flesh and gently pierced the heart. A drop of blood oozed out from the glass heart, emitting a faint silver light.

The moment this drop of blood appeared, a sword sounded from Zhou Ping's body. The surging sword energy tore his shirt apart. Under his skin, long marks like fine lines on a sword emitted a silver glow. His figure blasted out a sharp sound in the air, piercing through the void in an instant and rushing to the back of the Indian gods.

His figure flew through the air, and the shadow of a long sword appeared faintly inside his body.

This is the body that carries his sword rules, the [Dragon Elephant Sword].

The Dragon Elephant Sword came out and instantly tore through the defense of the last Indian main god. It flew over dozens of kilometers in a breath. During this time, dense fluctuations of divine power surged wildly, but were all shattered by the edge of the sword.

Several Indian gods attacked at the same time, but they were unable to stop the sword, allowing him to force his way in front of the most core female beasts!

The sword law was originally created for slaying gods. The Dragon Elephant Sword carries Zhou Ping's soul and law. It is definitely the nemesis of all gods. Only Zhou Ping can break through the last line of defense in such extreme circumstances and come to the vicinity of those female beasts.

The Dragon Elephant Sword shook slightly, and an endless wave of sword energy surged out, instantly tearing the nearest female beast into pieces. Then the main body swept across the air in an arc and pierced the head of the second female beast.

In the blink of an eye, he killed two female beasts instantly, directly wiping out half of the beast tide at the source. Just as Zhou Ping was about to continue killing the third one, an invisible ripple spread out around him!

Zhou Ping recognized this fluctuation of aura. Every time a god died on the field, this ripple would appear, instantly moving its corpse into the mother beast's mouth and becoming their nourishment.

The Dragon Elephant Sword quickly turned its direction and avoided the invisible ripples. The next moment, a jade hand stretched out from the ripples, trying to grasp the hilt of the Dragon Elephant Sword, but ended up grasping nothing.

A light exclamation sound came from the ripples.

Just as that jade hand was about to retract the ripples, a woman in a robe clad in gilded purple patterns stepped out from the void above her head, holding a mirror in her hand, facing the direction where the ripples were rising.

"Finally caught you..." Queen Mother of the West narrowed her eyes slightly.

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