Clang! Clang!
The halo around the Indra Scepter violently trembled and revolved to the limit. All the illusory images of planets poured into the scepter and collided with the mighty strength that could topple mountains and overturn seas.
"Boom!"
The two forces finally collided.
The entire Ancient Desolate World, the universe, everything shattered.
The powerful aftershock crushed all the structures of the main hall into smithereens. Those Martial Cultivators who were watching from the side desperately activated their defenses to the extreme, but they were still smashed into pieces by the aftershock. Not a single piece of them was left behind.
One gold and one black, two mighty Great Dao forces separated in the sky, forming a momentary equilibrium.
But within the golden enchantment, Yang Qingxuan and the others could no longer withstand it. Starting from a low level World King, they all spat out mouthfuls of blood and were forced back again and again.
The golden enchantment shook. Demonic light immediately gained the upper hand and ruthlessly chopped down.
"No! – "
Yang Qingxuan and the others roared in despair, their hearts tearing apart.
They could only stare helplessly on as their joint attack was shattered by the bloodstained demonic saber. The massive saber phantom seemed to transform into tens of thousands of different forms, directly striking their hearts.
Puff!
Yang Qingxuan spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backwards like a broken kite.
But the moment he landed, he still used his feet to step on the ground. He didn't fall down, showing his unyielding determination.
The others were also sent flying backwards, crashing into the ground. They no longer had the strength to fight.
Desolation, destruction, bloodstains, and despair spread across the shattered land.
The golden Indra Scepter's radiance faded away. It calmly stabbed into the ground like a tombstone at the end of the world, as if it had already accepted the arrangement of fate.
"Boy, you're not bad."
The figure withdrew his saber and stabbed it into the ground. He placed his hands behind his back and calmly said.
That handsome and evil face flickered in and out of demonic light.
Yang Qingxuan diabolically grinned. "You can kill my body, but you can't kill my dao heart. But my heart aches, Formless Heavenly King! To think that a peerless powerhouse of a generation would fall to such a state! "
"What?"
Everyone on the shattered earth looked up in shock, disbelief on their faces.
This person was Formless Heavenly King? Wasn't he the first master of the Gilded Gold Devil Palace, Mo Xun?
"Heh, heh, hahahaha!"
That person suddenly burst into laughter. His pitch-black eyes were filled with sinful satisfaction. His entire temperament had completely merged with the bloodstained demonic saber.
Yang Qingxuan had seen the petrified statue of the Formless Heavenly King in the Indra World's altar, so he recognized the person in front of him at a glance. It was the Formless Heavenly King.
"You think I'm the Formless Heavenly King?" That person sneered.
"Isn't that so?" Yang Qingxuan asked unyieldingly. After using that move, he had used up all of his strength. Coupled with the backlash from the Devil Blade, he could no longer stand steadily. He hurriedly took out the Sky Ruins and stuck it into the ground to support his body.
"Or do you think I'm Mo Xun?" That person sneered again.
"Who are you?" Yang Qingxuan thought to himself. Could it be that he had guessed wrongly? If this person wasn't the Formless Heavenly King, then he should be the Primeval Mo Xun. Could he be a third person?
"The Heavenly King is formless, and so is the Primeval Mo Xun. If you say you're formless, then you're not formless."
That person spat out the incantation. Evil and golden light flashed in his eyes at the same time, mixing together like a primordial power. He said word by word, "I'm neither Formless nor Mo Xun. I'm the Formless Mo Xun."
In that cold and valiant posture, a dual body image appeared, one with golden light and the other with demonic light.
It was the Primeval Mo Xun that had entered the Formless Heavenly King's body, guiding the Formless Heavenly King into the demonic state. It combined all of the power and memories of the two and became the Formless Mo Xun.
Yang Qingxuan was stunned, and so was everyone else.
But this wasn't important anymore. What was important was that they were going to die. If they were going to die, what was the point of caring who he was?
The Formless Mo Xun stood with his hands behind his back and said indifferently, "As an extremely outstanding person, I'll give you a reward. I'll let you ask another question."
Yang Qingxuan thought for a while and asked, "Then can you let us go?"
The Formless Mo Xun laughed and said, "Haha, no."
As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed. The demonic saber stabbed into the ground immediately hummed and exploded with a powerful force, slowly flying into the Formless Mo Xun's hand.
"I'll use this demonic saber formed from the blood of thousands of sinners to cut off all the sins you've committed since the Beginning Calamity."
The Formless Heavenly King's eyes flashed, and he shouted, "Die!"
A cold blood-colored demonic light instantly spread out and enveloped the entire Ancient Desolate World.
Everyone's heart trembled, and then they sank into a bottomless abyss. They were completely hopeless, and their hearts died.
Suddenly, a red-clothed girl flew down from the top of a barren mountain in the distance.
A lock of beautiful hair fluttered in the wind.
She had slender eyebrows, a pair of bright eyes, and snow-white skin, which set off a peerlessly beautiful face.
She was petite, gentle, and graceful. She looked to be about 16 or 17 years old, gentle and cute.
At the same time that the young woman appeared, a powerful voice suddenly resounded through the desolate and deathly silent world of desolation, and it surged through the ground and caused waves of air to shake.
"Sumeru Selflessness!"
As soon as the four words were spoken, a blue aurora appeared in the dark, cold, and desolate sky and shot down through the layers of space.
The blood-colored demonic light that enveloped the world seemed to freeze for a moment.
The Formless Mo Xun's expression changed slightly, and his black eyes flashed as he looked up at the sky.
Within the aurora was a blazing divine sword. It was surrounded by sword energy, and a dragon's roar could be vaguely heard from the sword as if it was going to tear apart the decaying ground.
The Formless Mo Xun's eyes narrowed, and his handsome face turned cold. The demonic saber in his hand shook, and the saber light that was slashing down at everyone instantly turned around and went to meet the divine sword.
"Boom!"
The saber light and sword light collided in the void.
Terrifying waves of air split the Ancient Desolate World apart like an ocean.
Yang Qingxuan and the others were all shocked and hurriedly fled into the distance to avoid the terrifying sword energy and saber light. If they were hit, they would be decapitated.
At the same time, they were all shocked. Who was this person? Who could take on such a terrifying opponent?
"Hehe, I didn't expect to meet such a powerful person as soon as I came to this world," the loud voice sounded in the void again.
The Formless Mo Xun said coldly, "Where did this worm come from? Do you think a True Dragon Sword can kill me?"
The Sumeru Selflessness was immediately infected by the blood-colored demonic light, and the sword energy disappeared.
"If one sword isn't enough, then three more!"
"Heaven and Earth Immortal!"
"Calamity Without Beginning!"
"True Self Formless!"
A light flashed in the void, and a devilish looking man appeared. A cold light flashed in his eyes, and three sharp divine swords turned into True Dragons and descended with the man.
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