Qi Ting was shocked. At this moment, he almost gave up all thoughts and stretched out his arm in front of the clay idol.
Slash!
The sound of a blade cutting into flesh rang out. Under the blade of the Zenith Divine Sword, which could even cut through the rules of the Great Path, Qi Ting's entire arm was cut off. Divine blood with an ancestral aura spilled into the void.
With a groan of pain, Qi Ting summoned a huge Qilin Treasure Form and forced Jian Wushuang to retreat in an instant.
His body shook, and the severed left arm grew out again. Qi Ting looked at him with hatred in his eyes.
"Fine, fine. Since you want to die, I'll send you into the cycle of reincarnation today!"
In the next moment, the Qilin Treasure Form turned into Flowing Fire Star and scattered.
Qi Ting stood where he was, absorbing the divine light of the Qilin Treasure Form. At the same time, the countless Flowing Fire Star wrapped around him like a curtain of rain.
Every tiny Flowing Fire Star turned into a scale and decorated Qi Ting's body.
Stone as armor, flame as robe.
The Great Path was all on his body, and he was like the first Qilin King Ancestor, shaking heaven and earth.
With a raise of his hand, the power of supreme Yang burned deep marks in the void.
Qi Ting's body was wrapped in flowing flames, and a ball of fire like the sun condensed in his hand and smashed toward Jian Wushuang.
His eyes focused, and he was not afraid at all. He held the Zenith Divine Sword in his hand and stepped forward to meet the attack.
A faint green invisible barrier surged out from Jian Wushuang's body. When the two collided, there was a burst of dazzling and terrifying divine power fire!
It was like a vast rain of fire. All the Supremes of the Divine Palace of Life used their divine powers to protect the weakened 150,000 Supremes.
"Thank you for the timely help, Divine Palace of Life. Otherwise, I'm afraid we would all die here today." Feng Qi looked at Supreme Blood Wave and the others with lingering fear.
Supreme Blood Wave nodded and smiled. "We have to thank Palace Master Wushuang. If he hadn't decided to leave immediately, I'm afraid it would have taken us dozens of days to hear the news."
Feng Qi didn't know if it was because of her injuries or some other reason, but a blush appeared on her face, and then she said in a low voice that only she could hear, "I naturally have to thank him alone."
Above the shattered void, three Ancestral Desolations battled. Even the distant starry sky was torn apart.
Jian Wushuang was fighting one against two, but he was not at a disadvantage at all. Every time he struck out with his sword, he was able to plough a deep trench in the flame armor on Qi Ting's body.
As for the clay idol that looked exactly like Qi Ting, its figure was like a ghost. Every time it attacked, there would be countless sorrowful howls. It sounded extremely strange and horrifying.
One in the light, one in the dark, began to gradually surround Jian Wushuang.
A Heavenly Gate of Power floated above the void, its brilliant divine might illuminating the world.
This was the first time Jian Wushuang used an ancestral technique ever since he became an Ancestor. A resplendent giant finger that reached the heavens descended.
This attack was far more powerful than anything he had comprehended before. Qi Ting's eyes narrowed as he subconsciously retreated.
However, the clay idol didn't react at all. Instead, it raised its palm and prepared to receive the attack.
"No!"
Seeing this, Qi Ting, who was retreating rapidly, rushed back almost crazily. He didn't care that the heavenly finger had already descended and directly reached out to push the clay idol away.
"Rumble!"
The finger was so resplendent that even the void was easily destroyed. Qi Ting, who had transformed into a giant Qilin, roared angrily. His two arms hugged his fingertips as he engaged in a frenzied struggle.
All the cultivators were watching this shocking scene of an Ancestral Desolation battle.
Above the shattered void, there seemed to be thousands of suns rising, engulfing and obscuring them.
Under the brilliance of this extreme day, even a half-Ancestor-level powerhouse couldn't look directly at it.
Time seemed to have stopped. Only the extreme day existed forever.
In the resplendent sun, the Zenith Divine Sword was slowly sheathed. Jian Wushuang stood in place, his expression unchanged. It was as if everything that happened next was within his expectations.
The extreme day produced by the explosion dissipated, and the shattered void became even more severe.
In the center of the most shattered void, a miserable figure knelt.
The power of extreme yang dissipated, and the originally huge demon-god-like figure returned to its original state.
The fiery armor was completely shattered, and in the process of blocking the attack, the Ancestral Desolation Divine Body also injured its origin.
Divine blood gushed out from every pore of Qi Ting's, making him look like a bloody man.
Jian Wushuang slowly walked in front of him, not worried at all that he would suddenly attack.
Qi Ting opened his mouth and coughed out a large mouthful of divine blood. His eyes, which were surging with undying origin, stared at Jian Wushuang. "I really didn't expect that in less than three hundred years, you would grow to such a terrifying level. Even if I shed my clay idol, I still can't compare to you?"
Jian Wushuang's eyes were as deep as water. He suppressed his anger and said, "You've already advanced to the Ancestral Desolation Realm and are the God of the entire Divine Power Universe. Why did you still cruelly kill nearly ten million cultivators?"
"Them?" Qi Ting chuckled. "They're just a bunch of ants. Letting them merge with me is a kind of sublimation for them."
"Jian Wushuang, your growth is far beyond my imagination. As long as you let me go, I'll tell you a great secret. Are you willing to waste endless years guarding this place?" Qi Ting struggled to get up, his eyes full of the desire to live.
Jian Wushuang didn't say anything else. Instead, he stretched out a finger and tapped Qi Ting's body.
In an instant, the Great Dao rules shattered, divine power was forcibly extracted from Qi Ting's body, and the Ancestral Desolation Realm's destiny returned to the universe.
Jian Wushuang also removed the Ancestral Desolation Realm's origin, which contained countless Great Dao insights.
Qi Ting staggered to his feet, and his originally deranged eyes regained a rare clarity.
"Jian Wushuang, if one day you want to search for that illusory realm, you'll definitely follow in my footsteps."
"When the time comes, I look forward to seeing your choice."
After saying this, Qi Ting's divine body shattered, turning into countless ancient Star Stars that scattered across the nine heavens and ten lands.
Qi Ting, who had ascended to the position of Eon God 300 years ago and lured and killed nearly ten million cultivators in the Divine Power Universe, had finally fallen at the hands of Jian Wushuang in the shattered Rodu.
The evil consequences of Qi Ting's actions were even worse than those of the Void Universe.
The last spark of nearly ten million Divine Power Universes had all been lured and killed by him.
The Divine Power Universe was on the verge of collapse and desolation.
Even if Qi Ting was killed, it would be difficult to offset the evil consequences of his actions.
Jian Wushuang couldn't understand how Qi Ting, who had always been easy-going and magnanimous, had become like this.
At this moment, Qi Ting's clay idol, which had also been severely injured by Extreme Day, slowly got up. After taking a deep look at Jian Wushuang, it turned into a streak of black light and scattered among the Star Stars.
Due to its speed being too fast, before anyone could react, it had already completely disappeared.
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