He turned into a stream of blood-red light, with rolling red clouds behind him, in which countless resentful souls were tumbling, and crossed the battlefield.
And that pale arm followed behind him, destroying everything in its path like withering dry weeds and rotten wood!
"What is that?!"
"Where is Daojun?" someone asked.
Then they knew.
“Boom—boom—boom—…”
From the Hall of Morality, eight long and deep bell tolls were heard.
In Xuanshen Taoism, if eight bells ring, it represents the death of the Taoist master.
If there are nine, it means the leader has fallen.
After a brief silence, the battlefield was filled with uproar and fear.
After a moment, someone shouted:
"...The Dao Lord has fallen! Quickly form a formation to meet the enemy!!!!!"
But it was too late.
"Boom..."
The giant hand came crashing down like a wall reaching to the sky.
Everything in its path was torn down.
The immortal mountain collapsed, huge rocks rolled down like sand and dust, burying everyone below.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!..."
Wherever it passed, Taoist disciples' eyes turned red, they roared, rose from the ground, turned into streams of light that shot into the sky, and exploded their souls in an attempt to shake the pale giant hand.
But it was all in vain.
Their self-destruction left only a dust-like red dot on the giant hand...
However, such behavior has infected more people.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! — Boom!"
More disciples of Xuanshen Dao Sect soared into the sky, beams of light followed one after another, the sounds of self-explosion became one and finally even synchronized, the blood color expanded from red dots to a waterfall of blood.
Finally, a crack appeared in the skin under the huge pale palm.
"You don't know your own limitations..."
Wen Yao frowned, finding it extremely ridiculous.
He hovered above all living things and experienced the wonder of power for the first time.
In his eyes, all the people in front of him were just ants. Even those in the Xuanxuan realm were no match for him.
Although it is only temporary, he hopes... that after this is over, it can become eternal.
At this moment, Wen Yao used the ancestor of Bitian Mansion as a springboard to summon a certain ancestor of the Canliao Realm from ancient times for the second time.
Wen Yao didn't know his real name, he only knew that in some unknown way, he should call him "Ancestor God".
However, Wen Yao himself was still too weak to be fully possessed by the old ancestor.
Therefore, although his perspective in the double-pupil illusion is the ancestor himself, in the ancient battlefield, he can only manifest one arm of the "ancestor god".
With just one arm, the "Ancestor God" can kill thousands of soldiers!
Wen Yao couldn't imagine how powerful the Canliao Realm could be in its heyday!
It is even more difficult to imagine that such a powerful Canliao Realm suddenly disappeared after the end of the ancient times...
What kind of power is this, or what happened, that left no one alive in Chanliao Realm!
But it is precisely because of this reason that Wen Yao can kill so many people at this moment.
With the fall of the entire Fuli State, Wen Yao's own strength is also increasing rapidly.
All the way from Grandmaster to the peak of Grandmaster!
On the battlefield below.
Yan Hui, Ji Wangquan and Shen Yuliu also stopped their actions. Shen Yuliu ran away without thinking. After discovering that the entire battlefield had collapsed, Ji Wangquan shook his head and chose to retreat.
But Yan Hui noticed that there seemed to be a disconnect between Wen Yao standing above him and the pale giant hand.
Yan Hui narrowed his eyes and soon figured out what was going on. He took a deep breath and sneered:
"Do you think that the power gained through external forces is real power?"
He did not act rashly, but took out a magical treasure, concealed his own aura, and quietly went around behind Wen Yao.
Wen Yao pushed forward and suddenly encountered an obstacle.
"boom!"
The huge palm collided with the barrier and was actually bounced away for a moment!
Wen Yao was stunned at first, then he laughed softly.
"Haha, I found it..."
If we talk about the obstacles that may be encountered on the entire battlefield, apart from the saint, the only one is the guardian formation of the Daode Hall of Xuanshen Taoism.
But Wen Yao was sure that he had already dragged all those Dao Lords into the "tribulation time and space" of the "Ancestral God".
——The "path" that this "ancestor god" walks is "time and space". This space was opened up by him. Once someone is taken into it, he will be struck by the four major disasters of wind, fire, thunder and water, and will surely die.
The Hall of Morality should be empty at this moment.
However, now, someone has activated the protective formation!
Wen Yao murmured, "It's no wonder I left the entire Fuli Xuancheng and the Daode Hall behind... As expected, you guys came here to seek refuge!"
From the devastation at this moment, it can be seen that he naturally deliberately left the buildings intact.
Just wait for the geniuses who come in later to come and find the elders of Xuanshen Dao Sect in a smart way.
But now, he will let them know that in the face of absolute power, all cleverness is useless!
A hint of almost ferocious excitement appeared on Wen Yao's face.
"Even Daojun can only sit and wait for death, so what are you so-called 'prodigies' worth?!"
"On this ancient battlefield, I, Wen Yao, am the only one who can survive! Everyone else will become my food!"
Wen Yao raised his hand and clenched it tightly!
He laughed out loud: "Die!!!"
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