The magical power of the ancient Supreme God reappears on earth.

This is not the kind of magical power that should appear at this level.

Zhang Xiaoyu felt a huge pressure between his brows, and his instinctive tension and fear made him struggle out of his dazed state. His powerful body instantly lost the power that it originally relied on to burst out instinctively. Now, the only thing here was Zhang Xiaoyu's powerful body controlled by his nascent consciousness.

Rather than the fighting instinct of Emperor Haotian.

Shangqing Daojun clapped his hands and laughed, "Hahaha, great. He actually learned the basics of Taiyi's magical powers through a battle with him. This kid's comprehension is truly extraordinary. Amazing. Not bad, not bad."

"Like me, like me!"

This move of finger technique appeared suddenly. It was powerful and domineering, but it was indescribable.

Zhang Xiaoyu smiled helplessly and said, "I am ripe."

"Brother Qi's methods are superb and extraordinary, I am not as good as him."

Although he said so, his eyes were still fixed on Qi Wuhuo's back. At the moment of the confrontation just now, Haotian's body had a violent reaction. It was as if he was really facing his strongest enemy in the past, a life-and-death feud. Even his body was tense.

But when the young Taoist raised his hand, that feeling was gone. Zhang Xiaoyu looked at the young Taoist in front of him, feeling a little surprised and suspicious in his heart. The power of Taiyi, could it be that the young Taoist in front of him had inherited Taiyi?

But that's impossible.

Taiyi killed Queen Nuwa and died due to the many calculations of Fuxi and the joint efforts of the Three Pure Ones and the Four Imperial Gods.

After his death, even all spirits were demoted to demons.

This hatred is extremely deep.

But why...

He suppressed all the doubts in his heart. Even though he lost a round, he did not feel the slightest bit of resentment or anger. He just smiled and praised: "Brother Qi, what a good move."

The young Taoist smiled slightly and said gently: "It's just good luck."

"Is everything alright, Brother Zhang?"

The young Taoist said this.

But he is no longer Qi Wuhuo!

Qi Wuhuo's emotions fluctuated violently, but at this moment he could no longer control his body. Just when he made a move, he subconsciously used Taiyi's moves, and an aura that was vast, majestic and terrifying to the extreme enveloped him, and then directly replaced him.

We are facing the strongest force in history.

Qi Wuhuo only felt that his consciousness was like being put into a cage. In his perception, there was a deep darkness, and his body began to move naturally. This was not a possession of another's body, but a direct replacement. Qi Wuhuo's position and Taiyi's position were directly replaced.

Qi Wuhuo turned into a residual soul.

This Taiyi became [Qi Wuhuo].

A fear that one's own existence would turn into nothingness arose uncontrollably in the depths of one's heart, but even this fear gradually dissipated, because nothingness does not require fear.

Perhaps, if it weren’t for the presence of Tai Shang and Shang Qing.

He was simply wiped out.

At this time, Qi Wuhuo felt the same death that the Queen Wa once felt.

It is not the death of the body, but the nothingness of the concept.

Everything in the world has a place, and now, Qi Wuhuo's position still exists, but the person standing in this position is no longer the original him. All of Qi Wuhuo's experiences and emotions are true, but this truth has nothing to do with the original Qi Wuhuo.

The power of One is perfect and flawless.

Even Zhang Xiaoyu, Shangqing, and Taishang could not see the problem.

Qi Wuhuo stood in the endless darkness, watching Qi Wuhuo smiling and talking to Zhang Xiaoyu.

Looking at Da Daojun, he praised me and said that I have a good understanding.

Watching "Qi Wuhuo" walk up to the teacher, saluting respectfully with his tone as gentle as before, Qi Wuhuo himself became a prisoner locked in the deepest part of his soul. Not only his consciousness, but even his soul, memory, and emotions were gradually turning into ice and frost and being replaced. Then he watched his soul body gradually turn into smoke.

Death is silent.

This is——

Obliterate?

Qi Wuhuo suddenly understood what he was going through.

But even though he was facing an annihilation that no one could reverse, a method of killing that even the great god Fuxi would have to pay an enormous price to reverse, even fear and sadness no longer existed in Qi Wuhuo's heart. He just watched his left hand turn into smoke and disappear.

The body swayed, causing countless ripples.

Where does the front lead to?

【die】?

No, no, no——

This is not death.

After death, the soul still exists; even if the soul disappears into thin air, its traces will still exist in the world.

This is--

【none】!

It is nothingness, it is emptiness, it is the existence that is denied by the [One] under the Tao and is therefore erased in the concept of Tao.

In the midst of such death, he suddenly heard a soft whisper.

A ripple suddenly appeared in the empty eyes, thus stopping the process of being wiped out by the Supreme God.

After a long time, Qi Wuhuo finally understood what the sound was.

It's a soft female voice.

Just like returning to the original embrace, Qi Wuhuo's consciousness suddenly understood who the voice came from.

That is a mark imprinted in the blood. She took the purest water to transform it into the foundation of man, used the soil under Mount Buzhou to mold man's muscles and bones, and endowed man with a fiery temperament under the tempering of gold and fire.

He was also the last person to die in the same way.

Queen Nuwa!

The woman who should not have existed left a trace on this road that was about to disappear, and this trace was like the whisper and comfort of a real mother, as if a hand was pressing on Qi Wuhuo's brow, and the equally empty and non-existent woman was whispering something softly, so Qi Wuhuo, who was about to completely disappear, was forced to maintain a trace of existence.

The collapse process was greatly slowed down.

Although it will eventually be annihilated, at least it will not vanish in an instant.

Qi Wuhuo looked at the woman who almost turned into smoke in front of him, his eyes calm, and the fear and emptiness of being replaced gradually weakened——

And at the same time.

Qi Wuhuo smiled and comforted Zhang Xiaoyu. With his concealed power, even Qing Heyu could not detect it before it erupted. Taishang smiled and said, "Wuhuo has a good understanding. Taiyi's moves are domineering and fierce. They are enough for you to use as a means. After you understand this move, it will be easier for you to deal with Taiyi."

After comforting him for a moment and explaining the moves just now, the old man stroked his beard and gently asked the young Taoist to stretch out his hand and complete the word again.

[Qi Wuhuo] bowed slightly and stretched out his palm in front of the old man.

The old man stretched out his fingers and wrote words on the palm of his hand.

Focused and serious, with a kind look.

The atmosphere was peaceful, but at this moment, a sharp aura suddenly burst out from Qi Wuhuo's eyes, and a pure and primitive power suddenly bloomed from his palm. It seemed to be the first one, the first method, beyond the body, beyond the realm, it was an extremely high and domineering original power!

Then he took half a step forward, and in just a moment, the [One] in his palm broke the ancestral Qi that was naturally flowing and changing around the old man.

With the power of One, he transformed into a sword.

It instantly broke into the old man's heart and then went out from his back!

The sudden change was so shocking that no one could have imagined that the old man's most trusted disciple would launch such an attack in an instant. His palm pierced his heart and blood spilled on his clean Taoist robe, making it dirty and bloody. The old man's body was instantly broken by [One].

There was astonishment in Tai Shang's eyes.

"?!!!you!!!"

"Qi Wuhuo?!"

"No, Taichi!!!"

Shang Qing was enraged the next moment, and with the clear sound of a sword, he drew out a sword and slashed towards the young Taoist's forehead. He acted instinctively because at the moment of his attack, Shang Qing and Tai Shang had already grasped the slightest bit of disharmony, and knowing that their disciple was no longer a disciple, they acted in anger!

There is murderous intent everywhere, without any reservation!

In an instant, the principles of all things and phenomena became clear and were about to be cut off by a sword.

Since you are Taiyi, then go all out!

Kill it thoroughly!

But the next moment, the old hand raised up and grabbed.

All the laws and principles, all the sword lights gathered and converged, turning into a stream of light, and then gathered again into a sword.

Tai Shang grabbed Shang Qing Jian Ming with his left hand and clenched it suddenly. The clear sword light suddenly collapsed. Shang Qing was shocked and retracted his strength instantly. The old man's mouth was bleeding. He looked at his strange disciple. Although his eyes were dark, they were faintly shining with a trace of golden light. His expression was cold and indifferent, as if he contained the peace of the world. He was still recklessly tearing his body with the majestic power of [One]. He seemed to understand and sighed:

"I see, I see..."

Raise your hands and circulate your Qi.

He turned his hand and pressed his palm on Qi Wuhuo's forehead.

But it was hidden but not revealed, never erupting like thunder or fire, but only forcefully infused.

The extremely pure and boundless Qi violently impacted Qi Wuhuo's body like a river flowing back.

Blood flowed from the corner of the old man's mouth. After being seriously injured by the [Concept of One], he controlled Shangqing's angry sword with one hand, and then forcibly washed it away with his unparalleled foundation. He said in a calm tone: "So that's how it is. You are here to seek revenge on us."

"But you shouldn't attack the younger generation..."

"Taiyi."

[Qi Wuhuo] did not answer, but used all his strength to activate the power of [One], constantly tearing apart Tai Shang's Qi, causing damage to the foundation of his soul. After all, this was the one and only supreme god, and although his body was dead, his Tao lived on.

Tai Shang did not immediately burst out with his strength to kill the young Taoist in front of him.

There was not even any resistance.

Because with his strength and skills, as long as he resists Taiyi's power attack, the recoil force will be enough to kill the body and soul of the young Taoist in front of him.

He couldn't bear to do it.

I can't bear it.

So he just endured the murderous aura from several eons ago, without resisting or healing his wounds, and at the same time, he just poured incomparably vast and pure Qi into Qi Wuhuo's body.

Zhang Xiaoyu was not Haotian after all, and was stunned by such a scene.

Then, under the wash of the old man's unparalleled foundation, a blurry figure seemed to appear on Qi Wuhuo's body, with golden eyes and a blank and indifferent expression, neither good nor evil, neither sad nor happy. The old man moved his wrist, and his Qi became more vast and boundless, and Taiyi's figure was actually washed away.

boom!!!

A unique Qi suddenly spread out, Taiyi's figure dispersed, and the spiritual light on the body of the young Taoist was restored. He was originally killed in an instant, but because of some unknown reason, the voice and image of the Queen Wa barely maintained his existence. Qi Wuhuo, who had not immediately dissipated like smoke, suddenly felt an incomparably huge Qi rushing towards him.

Immediately, a hand seemed to stretch out from the empty hole and grab his wrist.

And then the next moment, Qi Wuhuo's eyes blurred and he felt as if he was suddenly falling. Then the feeling of flesh and blood reappeared. The fear of being invaded disappeared, replaced by a sense of stability of the body. He opened his eyes in a trance and saw the sky, all things, and the old man in front of him with a pale and bloodless face, blood at the corners of his mouth, and the Taoist robe was no longer clean, only blood stains remained.

He stroked his forehead with his palm.

With kind eyes and gentle tone, he said:

"No doubt, can there be nothing to worry about?"