Seeing Mo He heavily injured, Mo Yun was dumbfounded. His face was pale, and he had no fighting spirit.
In his opinion, this attack was also the work of the saint behind Zhou Tong. That was why a king could injure a saint.
"Do you want to start a war between the races? When the time comes, the races will join hands to destroy the human race!" Mo Yun threatened as he fled, bluffing.
Unfortunately, Zhou Tong didn't buy it at all.
Knowing the foundations of the human race and the various races, he didn't have the slightest fear in his actions. Even when facing a saint level ancestral king, he directly attacked.
"I said, the Blue Devil Race will be destroyed today!"
Zhou Tong roared madly. Accompanied by tens of thousands of lightning bolts, he brandished his purple fist and charged over.
Lightning coiled around Zhou Tong's arm, constantly jumping and transforming. Some were in the shape of dragons, some were in the shape of phoenixes. It was chaotic and contained an aura that could destroy everything.
After clashing with that saint on Mount Purple last time, Zhou Tong had further perfected his dao and technique. This time, the fusion of the Thunder Emperor Precious Technique and the Dragon and Phoenix Auspicious Profundity was clearly a step further.
Boom!!
A fist punched out and actually pierced through Mo Yun's chest. Blue flesh flew out, ringing incessantly in the heavenly tribulation, emitting waves of dark blue radiance.
"Ah …"
Mo Yun screamed miserably. He had just recovered a little from the injuries caused by the Diamond Carving, and now his wounds were pierced through again. His entire body was covered in blue blood, and the pain was heart-wrenching.
An existence suspected to be a great saint was squatting not far away. Mo Yun didn't have a shred of fighting spirit in his heart. Now that his chest had been pierced through by a Dao Severing King, it was a fatal blow to his cultivation will.
"Your Blue Devil Race used my human race's divine soul to cultivate. Today, the debt of blood will be repaid with blood!" Zhou Tong circulated the Thunder Emperor Technique. His entire body was bathed in lightning, and tribulation light bloomed like dragons and phoenixes. All kinds of dao patterns interweaved as he raised his fist and attacked again.
It was still the fusion of the Thunder Emperor Technique and the Dragon and Phoenix Auspicious Profundity.
As he crazily circulated the Thunder Emperor's Technique in the Thunder Tribulation, he felt an extremely terrifying will. It was the will of the heavens, the will of the Heavenly Dao, the will of the Thunder Tribulation that ruled over all life.
Enveloped by this will of the world, Zhou Tong couldn't help but feel as if he could control the heavens and decide life and death.
"The Will of the Heavenly Dao, the Will of the Heavens. So controlling the Heavens and Earth is actually such a wonderful feeling!" Zhou Tong was also immersed in this state at this moment.
Every single one of his movements seemed to be supported by the power of the Heavenly Dao, giving him an invincible aura.
"One day in the future, even without the blessing of the heavenly tribulation, I'll be able to possess such willpower, a willpower that belongs solely to me!" Zhou Tong knew that all of this was just an illusion brought about by the heavenly tribulation.
In this world, only one's own strength was real!
Boom!
Zhou Tong waved his purple fist, and thunder shook the world. Like a god of thunder, he controlled the heaven and earth, and he carried a myriad of heavenly tribulation lightning bolts that were like immortal phoenixes and true dragons as he approached and smashed down with a bang.
"Pfft!"
Fresh blood splattered, and one of Mo Yun's arms was completely shattered by Zhou Tong. Facing Zhou Tong's terrifying aura that was like the might of the heavens, Mo Yun who had long since lost his will to fight let out an unbearable scream.
"Rumble!"
Following closely behind was a sea of lightning that was terrifying like an abyss, and the nine heavens' tribulation light descended at the same time, landing on Mo Yun's body with a bang. It caused strands of green smoke to rise from his body.
He was originally a saint of a generation, and after coming out from the long seal, he even transcended all living beings and looked down on the world. He viewed all living beings as ants, and he had the power to kill them. But no matter what, he was unable to imagine that such a thing would actually happen. Being trampled beneath the feet of a Dao Severing King had completely shattered all of his confidence.
The heavenly tribulation was vast and mighty, and the lightning was awe-inspiring.
Mo Yun raised his head to look at the purple figure bathed in lightning, and he was terrified.
To the current him, Zhou Tong who carried the might of the heavens was no longer a king, but a god, the embodiment of the heavens, a supreme existence respected by the heavens and the earth.
"How could this be …" Mo Yun was shocked in his heart, but his eyes were already somewhat blurred.
Mo Yun's will had already completely collapsed, and this battle no longer had any suspense!
"It's just a cycle of karma!" Zhou Tong's voice was still cold and emotionless, his hair fluttering in the lightning, his entire body emitting the aura of lightning tribulation.
He channeled the Thunder Emperor Method, allowing the chaotic light within the lightning to descend, baptizing his slender and strong body, his entire body glowing with a treasure light. This kind of small realm of lightning had always been just a supplement to him.
Zhou Tong flew down once again. Before he arrived, the lightning that was like an Immortal Phoenix True Dragon had already descended. Immediately after, Zhou Tong's fist carried the will of the heavens and earth as it descended.
"Pfft!"
Zhou Tong's fist blasted Mo Yun's head apart, blue blood splattering ten feet high. Immediately after, Zhou Tong controlled the chaotic lightning to strike down, burning his body clean, not leaving a single trace behind.
"Is this a saint from the primordial era? How could he be so weak? " After killing Mo Yun, Zhou Tong was also somewhat speechless. This saint was even weaker than the one he had met on the Purple Mountain that was about to pass away.
This kind of weakness wasn't reflected in battle strength, but in mentality.
Even though the saint on the Purple Mountain was about to die, he still had the determination to perish together with his opponent, fighting to the death. However, this Blue Devil Race's saint seemed cruel and sinister, but his mentality was so weak. He was completely a paper tiger.
"Although I knew it was easy to become a saint before the primordial era, I never thought that there would be such a weak saint …" Zhou Tong was somewhat puzzled.
The cultivation environment before the primordial era was very good, so the saints of that era might not even have the battle strength of the Third or Fourth Limit. Even so, they were still saints. How could they be so easily slaughtered by a king like him?
Where are your barriers to the Sacred Region?
Zhou Tong fell silent. His entire body was bathed in lightning, and he looked like a god.
"But that's right. The Blue Devil Race's reputation was built on killing. How could someone who only knows how to kill the weak be invincible? It's right to have such a weak mentality! "
"Compared to these saints, the descendants of the Immortal Emperor in the Purple Mountain are stronger and have the demeanor of a saint." Zhou Tong was somewhat dispirited. He looked at another saint not far away — Mo He.
This person's gaze was no different from Mo Yun, who had died in his hands. He was completely shocked, in disbelief, and had no intention to fight.
"Trash!" Zhou Tong couldn't be bothered to attack personally. He casually threw out his Holy Spirit Sword.
Clang!
This divine sword immediately surged with a crisp dragon's roar and phoenix's cry, erupting with a terrifying sword qi that was like a mountain and a sea.
In an instant, the last saint of the Blue Devil Race had been killed.
"Ah …"
Screams could still be heard clearly. Zhou Tong's lightning tribulation was too strong, and the Blue Devil Race was dying in droves.
This was a tragic scene. All kinds of tragic scenes could be seen. Swathes of Blue Devil Race cultivators turned into charred corpses.
The Big Dipper's Blue Devil Race was officially declared extinct!
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