The armor of Emperor Zhentian was taken out. It was a top-notch magic weapon specially forged and refined by the Tiangong Department of Heaven. Of course, for Emperor Zhenwu, the existence or not of the armor was not important. All the immortals could see that it was just because the future Bixia Yuanjun wanted to see it that Emperor Zhenwu doted on his daughter.

Even so, it still made the immortals and gods tremble in their hearts.

The Emperor Zhentian, wearing armor and holding a sword, has his own enemies, but who among these gods and Buddhas can be his enemy? The magic weapon has arrived, and this armor alone is already extremely majestic. The black armor and the white battle robe are embroidered with red and gold silk threads to create a pattern of stars in the sky. As the armor gradually covers his body, the originally gentle temperament of the Taoist changes, no longer as gentle as jade.

A faint aura of solemnity dissipated.

The world was dead silent.

Finally, his black hair stood up with a golden crown, his eyes slightly opened, and the immortals and gods in front of him could not control themselves and almost subconsciously lowered their gazes, but this mighty and murderous emperor leaned forward slightly, looked at the child in front of him, and smiled: "How is it?"

Bixia, who had always been calm, now blushed with excitement and said with wide eyes:

“Daddy!”

“Amazing!”

Then a smile emerged on Qi Wuhuo's face. He stretched out his arm. The armor of the Great Emperor Zhenwu Zhentian was not the ordinary armor of the God of War. His sleeves fell down and he picked up the child. Bixia sat on his bent arms, one hand gently resting on the shoulder armor, her eyes widened.

Zhenwu turned around, his battle robe fell down, and his eyes were as bright as stars.

Looking at the Lingxiao Palace, the immortals bowed their heads and the clouds were flowing.

"Today is your birthday, and your father should give you a gift." Qi Wuhuo spoke softly. Bixia had just withdrawn her gaze in a daze, full of doubts. Then the immortals and gods saw the Great Emperor Zhenwu Zhentian stretching out his hand, and they were still puzzled at first.

Suddenly, the sky and the earth changed, and the starlight moved like a majestic mist.

The entire Sky River was majestic, but at this moment they all began to riot. The countless water currents in the Sky River collided with each other magnificently, making a sound like thunder. It seemed that even the entire Lingxiao Palace was affected and shook violently. Many immortals and gods were unable to stand steadily and were about to fall. They turned around and looked, but their expressions changed suddenly.

The Milky Way gathers together and turns into a giant hand!

This huge palm slowly stretched out forward, with five slender fingers and clear visible lines on the palm, just like a real person. Then, it grabbed towards the higher part of the sky, and the sound of birds singing was heard. The sun representing the heat death calamity emitted a brilliant light, and there seemed to be an incomparably huge three-legged golden crow inside, which was struggling constantly, but no matter how it struggled, it could not get away. The five fingers clenched together.

The heat of death is extinguished.

The Taoist casually lifted up a sealed glass cup, and the big sun was rising and falling inside the cup, just like an ornament. He stretched out his hand and handed it to Bixia as a gift. This action was understated, but it made the surrounding immortals and gods tremble.

With one move, he captured the sun transformed from the heat calamity, put it in a cup, and treated it as a gift.

This style of work is still as domineering as ever.

No!

It is more domineering than before, but it is also done in a more calm and nonchalant manner, without being noticeable at all.

Bixia blinked her eyes, holding the glass cup on Qi Wuhuo's shoulder, and seeing Zhang Xiaoyu, she stretched out her hands, held the glass cup with both hands, and said, "Uncle Yuhuang, this is for you!"

Zhang Xiaoyu looked at her with a smile and hummed in confusion.

The little girl said in a soft voice: "I'll give you a gift."

Gift?

Zhang Xiaoyu was slightly startled, then a warm smile appeared on his face. He stretched out his hand and held the glass cup that sealed the last power of Heat Death in his hand, saying, "Okay, Uncle Zhang will protect Bixia's gift to uncle and will not let it go wrong in the slightest."

The little girl nodded vigorously with a bright smile on her face. There are three kinds of nirvana in the final catastrophe, and the heat nirvana has been extinguished.

In the Xuanming of the North Sea, the Taoist only summoned the huge black snake. A breath of fresh air fell on it, and the black snake's eyes became brighter. The Great Emperor Zhentian of Zhenwu said in a gentle voice: "Go ahead. You already have the foundation of the previous generation of Dragon Emperors, so I will give you an opportunity. The cold and silent catastrophe is your chance to prove your Dao."

The inky python let out a long hiss, turned into a beam of light and flew into the North Sea, where it crashed down. However, the previous power of heat death was sent into its body by Qi Wuhuo. It was not a direct contact between the heat death calamity and the extreme cold calamity, but a pure gathering of power to suppress it. Therefore, it did not trigger the void collapse calamity.

The immortals looked into the distance and saw that cracks suddenly appeared on the North Sea, which was originally like an icy snow country. The spider-web-like cracks spread in all directions, getting bigger and bigger, and opening faster and faster. Suddenly, it seemed as if a huge force passed by, and the North Sea that had been frozen for two thousand years melted again.

Return to its original appearance.

The Bashe will control the flow of water to prevent the water from the North Sea from flooding into the four seas and the nine provinces.

This will be a relatively long process, perhaps hundreds or even thousands of years.

However, this problem that has troubled the immortals for thousands of years has indeed been solved. Perhaps it is indeed because of the huge power gap. For the immortals, the last small part of Heat Silence and Cold Silence, the smallest and most difficult part, was just brushed away lightly in front of the returning Emperor Zhentian.

However, this does not mean that the previous struggles of all walks of life are worthless.

It’s just... this kind of state.

Master Xuandu and Taiyi Jiuku Tianzun looked at the light breeze, sweeping away the hot and cold calamities from the six realms as if sweeping some objects off a table. Their expressions changed, and finally they all sighed and looked at each other, but said nothing more, just raised their glasses and drank a glass each.

The junior brother who had been competing so hard back then, ended up being the one who came to the front.

Thinking back to the dispute back then, they almost fought over the title of eldest senior brother.

But then again, why bother?

Qi Wuhuo swept away the heat and calmed the cold. He held Bixia in his arms and said softly to Yunqin beside him, "If the child wants to see it, I will let her take a look. Don't worry, there will be no danger."

Then he looked at the sky ahead with a smile and said loudly:

"Xiao Yu, I'm going to the battle today, how about you beat the drum?"

Zhang Xiaoyu smiled carefreely and said, "Why not?"

A promise, a farewell.

What kind of people are you and I? When we become famous, everyone in the world will know us!

The moment of parting should also shock the world!

The Heavenly Drum was really brought back, and the Jade Emperor personally held the drumstick and beat the Heavenly Drum with a loud bang.

The sound was like thunder, but even deeper and more murderous, rumbling all around, carrying with it an indescribable sense of calm and murderousness, which stopped the clouds from flowing, and made the gods and immortals subconsciously clench their hands, feeling an inexplicable surge of blood in their hearts, and murderous intent.

On this day, the Jade Emperor beat the drum and Zhenwu went out to fight.

The gods and immortals watched this scene unfold and vaguely guessed what was about to happen.

The heat of silence has been extinguished, and the cold of silence has been swept away.

There is only one thing left.

The last innate gods and demons!

Then, it is unknown which immortal god who was eager to do something no longer able to suppress his excitement and curiosity first flew up on a cloud and chased after the Great Emperor Zhentian. More and more immortal gods used their magical powers, or the art of flying in the clouds, or some kind of alien beasts, and rushed forward in a large group.

Little Bixia was sitting on her father's arms. When she came to her senses, she saw the group of immortals and saints, the twenty-eight constellations, the nine stars, the gods of the fighting department, the fire department, the water department, and the gods of the wealth department, all following behind her. The sky was filled with brilliant clouds, thousands of auspicious colors, and the roaring of strange beasts, which seemed to cover the entire sky. Her eyes widened involuntarily, and the sky was full of brilliance.

Daddy, the strongest!

…

However, in a very remote place, Yang Jian, Tianpeng Dazhenjun, Juling God, even the Buddhist Arhat Subduing the Dragon, many Vajras, many masters in the human world, and all the saints are here. The strong men from all walks of life have joined forces with the goal of suppressing those innate gods and demons here.

Even after hundreds of years of fierce fighting, these gods and demons have not been completely subdued.

Although many innate gods and demons have been killed over the years, those who have not been completely wiped out under the tremendous pressure of the six realms are undoubtedly the elite among the elite innate gods and demons. They are extremely difficult to deal with, and today's fight has not yet completely surrounded and killed them.

Although Yang Jian and Tianpeng Dazhenjun can still continue fighting, the rest of the immortals and comrades do not have their indestructible physiques. They will be injured and will need to rest to recuperate before they can continue fighting.

As a last resort, he had to order the troops to retreat, but those innate gods and demons were unwilling to leave their nest to chase after them. They just waved their weapons nearby, said some obscene words that were unbearable to the ear, showed off their might and spirit, and waited until the immortals left before returning to think of ways to break out.

One of the leaders laughed to himself:

"Among these immortals, only Yang Jian and Tian Peng are capable of fighting. Although there are many others, they are just useless and need not be feared or worried about. Over the past few hundred years, we have figured out their details and made them believe that we will never leave this formation."

"In this case, the time is ripe. When we find an opportunity, you and I will rush out together."

"Although we will inevitably lose many brothers, once we can leave here, we will be free as long as the sea is wide and the sky is high. The six realms are so big and there are countless creatures. How many Yang Jians and Tian Pengs can we have?"

Everyone around agreed, so they were very proud and planned to return. However, they did not expect that the sound was heard clearly by Shunfenger. The immortals and gods looked at each other and knew that the fish had finally taken the bait. What a pity, what a pity. No matter what the strategy was, they would eventually have to fight each other with real swords and guns and risk their lives.

After this, I don’t know how many brothers will be left.

Just when the six realms' war department were looking solemn and the innate gods and demons were feeling proud, they suddenly heard the sound of war drums from the sky. Yang Jian was startled, raised his eyes slightly and looked over there, and said, "This is..." The innate gods and demons over there were also surprised, and raised their heads to look at this time.

All I saw was the magnificent sea of ​​clouds in the sky!

Thunder roared, and at a glance one could see the densely packed figures: the blue lion of Manjushri Bodhisattva, the blue ox that had attained the realm of Emperor, and the twenty-eight constellations, each showing their majesty; thunder, fire, plague, fighting, all using their powers. The thunder was so magnificent that it caused the heaven and earth to shake, and the flames burned the heaven and earth, as if they could destroy the universe, and the mighty violence made the faces of those innate gods and demons change suddenly.

"This is!!! The entire sky has come out in full force?!"

"Damn it! Don't they need to devote a great deal of their attention to dealing with the Heat Silence and the Cold Silence?!"

"This is crazy. You want to risk your life and fight me like this?!"

At this moment, the innate god and demon's eyes exuded a trace of hostility, and there was still boundless indignation and murderous intent. He believed that with his body, even if all these gods in heaven, who were good-for-nothings, came together, he could still fight his way out!

What is there to be afraid of?

But when he took a second look, he found something wrong. Although all the immortals and gods seemed to be dispatched, they were not ready for battle. Instead, they were extremely excited and expectant, even...

Very respectful!

They are not here to fight!

These innate gods and demons and the war departments of the six realms all realized this in an instant, and until they realized this, they discovered the existence at the front of this group of immortal gods. In an instant, the innate gods and demons suddenly realized that the atmosphere here suddenly became solemn and fanatical.

The war groups from all walks of life, even the Buddhists, all had solemn expressions on their faces. They seemed to have ignored the innate gods and demons behind them. Their backs were straight, the giant spirit's eyes were fanatical, Yang Jian's expression was solemn, and Bixia's eyes widened as they watched the gods in front of them all take half a step forward.

boom!!!

The entire sea of ​​clouds seemed to collapse downwards!

Then they all bowed together and chanted:

"The Six Heavens of Chaos, the master of the Dharma. Cultivating truth and enlightenment, saving the lost."

"He eliminates disasters and obstacles for all living beings. He has eighty-two transformations, and is the founder of the three religions. He is extremely compassionate and merciful, and he saves people from suffering and distress."

"General Manager of the Three Yuan Capitals, Envoy of the Nine Heavens. Guarding the North Pole of the Heavenly Gang, General Youyuan."

"Heavenly guardian, God of War, God of Mercy, God of Benevolence and Justice. God of Mercy and Fortune, God of Peace and Good Fortune."

"We pay our respects to the Emperor Xuantian, the Qingwei Tianzun, and the Central Zhenwu **Demon Emperor!"

The voice was so grand that it caused clouds to gather in all directions and roll in the sky. Xiao Bixia had never imagined that her father had such a great reputation. The voice was so grand that it was almost a ritual, and those innate gods and demons knew who had appeared in an instant!

He was the Taoist who single-handedly cut off the strongest god and devil who created the world at the end of the catastrophe!

And now, Zhenwu is here, which means that...

A great fear broke through the hearts of these cunning and cruel innate gods and demons in just a moment. They let out bursts of shrill screams and immediately abandoned the six realms war generals who did not defend themselves. They only regretted that they had not grown a few pairs of wings and burst out with all their strength, and then -

escape!!!

Run away at the sight of the enemy!

The gods and demons that had been besieged and killed for thousands of years lost all their fighting spirit the moment this figure appeared here. The so-called No. 1 God of War in the Six Realms was nothing more than this. Little Bixia's eyes flashed with strange colors, and she felt proud. However, the Taoist priest seemed not to have seen those escaping immortals and gods. He just lowered his eyes and said gently, "Bixia, have you seen fireworks?"

The little girl nodded and said, "I have seen it."

"The Mohists and Yin-Yangists always argued about who invented it first."

"Well, Dad will give you a bigger one today."

He raised his finger slightly, and it seemed as if all the existence and light of the six realms gathered here. The other many innate gods and demons seemed to feel an inexplicable fear at this time, and they all screamed and fled frantically.

The Taoist finger dropped.

A sword——

Cut the sky!!!

The magnificent and boundless sword energy seemed to have locked onto all enemies in an instant in terms of cause and effect. In that instant, it seemed as if the sky was split open by this sword, and the chasm stretched from here to there. Immortal red clouds rolled, thunder roared, and it was vast and brilliant. One by one, the innate gods and demons shattered in the void and turned into brilliant fireworks, falling like rain, one after another.

On his daughter's birthday, Zhenwu returned and wiped out everything that had happened in the final catastrophe.

This final scene was so dazzling and luxurious that it left people speechless.

Even the gods and immortals, and the masters on earth, were speechless at this moment, immersed in the magnificent impact of this magnificent picture, and the unbelievable dreamlike feeling of the hard-won peace that was about to come. But at this moment, they suddenly heard the sound of armor whistling, pulling all the immortals back from this dreamlike feeling.

They looked in the direction of the voice and saw that the armor on the body of the Great Emperor Zhentian slowly broke apart and turned into clouds and dispersed. For some reason, all the immortals and gods understood what the Great Emperor meant. There was reluctance in their eyes, while some seemed to be a little relaxed.

The armor fell off, and the only person standing there was a black-haired Taoist priest, with his hair tied up with a wooden hairpin.

Holding his daughter in his arms and his wife in his arms, he smiled and said:

"Everyone, now, the final calamity has ended, and the six realms of heaven and earth are all at peace."

"The karma in this world is to gather and separate. I wish all my fellow Taoists a safe and healthy future and everything goes well."

The giant spirit subconsciously took a half step forward, and Yang Jian and other gods subconsciously called out: "Emperor?!"

"Jinzhou Qi has no doubts."

"Goodbye."

"My fellow Taoists, we will meet again someday if we are lucky enough."

The Taoist smiled, gave up his past prosperity and the title of the Emperor of Heaven, turned around and walked away with his wife and children, step by step. The clouds here dissipated, and above the sky, the ravines gradually became flat, and he walked farther and farther away until he disappeared.

The only sound that could be heard was the sound coming from the wind, but it gradually faded away.

In the end, there was no trace left.