"The Celestial Emperor has decreed! Dispatch the troops!"
"ROAR!!!"
The Daikon State's army swarmed towards the Yong capital.
"The Celestial Emperor has decreed that those who surrender will be spared. Capture the rebels and make up for your mistakes!" the soldier at the front shouted.
For a moment, the front of the Yong capital was in chaos.
Some of them were prepared to sacrifice themselves, but most of them had already decided to surrender.
Boom!
Before the Daikon State's army arrived, the sounds of battle had already erupted within the Yong army.
High up in the sky.
"Hahaha!" Gu Zhengyi laughed.
Boom!
The eight Zu Xian's attacked at the same time. At this moment, Gu Zhengyi suddenly withdrew his Heavenly Dao, allowing the eight powerful attacks to strike him.
"Careful!" Wang Jingwen cried out.
Wang Jingwen was still waiting for revenge.
In the distance, the eight Zu Xian's expressions changed. They had originally thought that Gu Zhengyi would stubbornly resist and be captured. Furthermore, Wang Jingwen had previously instructed that they had to capture him alive. They had to capture him alive.
Unfortunately, no one had expected Gu Zhengyi to want to die!
He did not resist at all, allowing the eight Zu Xian's to attack him.
The eight Zu Xian's wanted to withdraw their power, but it was too late.
Gu Zhengyi was enveloped by the eight destructive attacks. At the final moment, Gu Zhengyi looked in Zhong Shan's direction. Seeing the enormous floating island, Gu Zhengyi revealed a complicated smile.
"Hong ~ ~ ~ ~ ~!"
Gu Zhengyi was drowned in the destructive energy.
"No!" Wang Jingwen flew over like a madman.
Unfortunately, it was too late.
On the dragon throne, Zhong Shan looked at Gu Zhengyi, who had chosen to commit suicide.
Zhong Shan did not appear surprised, as if he had already predicted this outcome. In the end, he sighed, "In the end, you are still that Gu Zhengyi!"
"The Celestial Emperor!"
"The Celestial Emperor!"
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In the Yong capital, a large number of loyal officials knelt and wept as they watched Gu Zhengyi leave.
At this moment, the victor was king and the loser was in the wrong. No one could be blamed!
With Gu Zhengyi's death, Great Yong had completely collapsed. The Daikon State's army was increasingly successful in subduing the Prince of Yong.
Under the iron hooves of the Daikon State, some of the stubborn resisters were unable to do anything.
Wang Jingwen flew closer and searched for Gu Zhengyi's body. However, after searching for a long time, he only managed to find a corner of his clothes. Gu Zhengyi's body had been crushed into pieces, and there was nothing left of him.
"Gu Zhengyi, you bastard!"
Grabbing the corner of his clothes, Wang Jingwen looked up at the sky and lamented, not for Gu Zhengyi's death, but for not being able to kill him with his own hands.
"Sir!" The eight Zu Xian sighed softly.
Zu Xian couldn't be blamed for this. It was Gu Zhengyi who was determined to die, and they couldn't stop him at all. At this moment, they could only console Wang Jingwen to not be too sad.
On the other side, there were two Saints.
Wang Bei led a team of Zu Xian, while Luo Xingchen led a team of Zu Xian. They were constantly attacking the two Saints.
Two Saints had already been gravely injured by Zhong Shan. With each Saint facing thirty Ancestor Immortals, even Saints would find it hard to endure. This was especially the case when there were some extremely strong individuals amongst the thirty Saints.
For example, Wang Bei!
A Saint was overdrawing the power of heaven and earth.
One of his palms collided with the twenty Zu Xian, while the other went toward Wang Bei.
Behind Wang Bei, nine Skeleton Race experts were accumulating power for him.
"Hong ~ ~ ~ ~ ~!"
The Saint's body shook.
"Pfft!" He spat out a mouthful of blood.
The arm that collided with Wang Bei's palms was at its limit. Blood burst out of his arm, and his bones shattered. Wang Bei's arm also shattered.
"Injury God Art!" Wang Bei shouted.
Wang Bei's broken bones strangely recovered all of a sudden.
"Bronze Throne!"
The throne of the Skeleton Race suddenly descended from the sky and pressed down on the Saint.
A huge scythe suddenly appeared in Wang Bei's hand.
"Boom!"
When the bronze throne pressed down, the huge scythe cut off one of the Saint's arms.
The Saint's arm was cut off? Thirty Zu Xian became more excited and attacked with all his strength again.
"Roar!"
The fierce attacks forced the Saint to retreat step by step. His entire body was covered in blood. He seemed to have reached his limit in mobilizing the power of heaven and earth. After all, there was a limit to how long he could mobilize it. Otherwise, if the burden was too great, his body would easily collapse.
As the Saint's strength decreased, the Saint's strength increased, and Wang Bei's group became more and more ferocious.
On the other side, Luo Xingchen was in the same situation.
Thirty ancestral immortals! When they worked together, their power was shocking.
There was no way out. With a large group of Zu Xian surrounding him, there was no chance for him to escape.
The two Saints became more and more anxious as they fought. They knew that it was only a matter of time before they died.
"Roar!"
The Saint fighting Luo Xingchen suddenly erupted with an extremely powerful force and broke free from the group of Zu Xian. Clearly, he had used some kind of secret technique to stimulate his body. However, the sky was sealed. There was no way to escape.
"Whoosh!"
Turning around, the Saint suddenly rushed into a huge black hole below.
The City of Nine Halls had not opened yet!
"You're crazy!" The Saint fighting Wang Bei exclaimed.
"I have no choice but to fight!" The Saint said bitterly.
"Not good!"
Luo Xingchen's expression changed, and he quickly chased after him.
"Time Prohibition!" Luo Xingchen shouted.
"Whoosh!"
Luo Xingchen rushed down. Luo Xingchen's Mystique was powerful. He was about to catch up with the Saint, but the Saint was a Saint after all.
"Boom!"
His palm met Luo Xingchen's, and he shot into the black hole.
"Whoosh!"
He disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Luo Xingchen followed closely behind.
"Whoosh!"
Luo Xingchen, who had just flown in, instantly flew out. His body was covered in blood, and his eyes were filled with horror.
"Don't go in!" Luo Xingchen shouted.
The other Ancestral Immortals immediately came to a halt.
When the Saint fighting Wang Bei saw this, his body shook, and he wanted to rush down.
But at this moment.
"Doomsday Harvest!" Wang Bei shouted, and his body expanded ten times.
"Whoosh!"
The huge scythe split the Saint in half.
The Saint turned his head in disbelief.
"Boom!"
The huge bronze throne smashed his head and shattered his Heaven and Earth Altar.
The moment it shattered, it seemed like a stream of Qi appeared out of nowhere and rushed into Wang Bei's body.
This was the proof of slaying a Saint. The reason why the ancestral immortals of the world were so passionate about slaying Saints was because of this strand of Saint aura. This was because it could prove that one had slain a Saint. When the heavens and earth bestowed a Saint Berth, the ancestral immortal who slayed a Saint would have the highest chance of obtaining a Saint Berth.
"Congratulations, Your Excellency!" The group of Zu Xian congratulated him.
"Congratulations, Your Excellency!" The group of Skeleton Race said excitedly.
A Saint? Perhaps a Saint would appear in the Skeleton Race? How could the Skeleton Zu Xian not be excited?
Wang Bei was also happy. After all, if he could really become a Saint, his status in the Daikon State would be higher. He would be valued by the Heaven Emperor.
"Hong ~ ~ ~ ~ ~!"
There was a loud noise. Then, the sky was suddenly covered with blood clouds, and a large amount of blood rain fell. Blood mist rose from the ground, and blood rain fell from the sky. Heaven and Earth mourned the death of a Saint.
On the other side, although Luo Xingchen also came to congratulate Wang Bei, he couldn't help but feel disappointed. After all, the Saint that he besieged had escaped?
Looking at the entrance of the City Hall, Luo Xingchen's expression was extremely complicated.
On the other side, Zhong Shan also saw the battlefield.
The two Saints were killed by Zhong Shan because there were no real Saints in the Daikon State. Only by killing a Saint could one become a Saint.
Now that one was dead, the other one had escaped?
"Clay Bodhisattva!" Zhong Shan said in a low voice.
"Yes!" Clay Bodhisattva immediately walked forward.
"Where's the Saint?" Zhong Shan asked in a low voice.
Clay Bodhisattva closed his eyes and held the Reincarnation Palace Seal in his hand.
"Whoosh!"
The black gas receded. Clay Bodhisattva opened his eyes.
"Your Excellency, the Saint is trapped in the Ten Halls Formation!" Clay Bodhisattva said.
"Oh? The Ten Halls Formation? "
"Yes, the Ten Halls of the River Styx is a huge Feng Shui formation set up by the Patriarch of the River Styx. Rumor has it that it covers fifteen continents of the two realms of Yin and Yang. There is a world inside the formation. Trapped in it, the Ten Halls Formation will crush it until it is completely destroyed!" Clay Bodhisattva said solemnly.
"Is there a way to save him?" Zhong Shan asked in a low voice.
"I can't!" Clay Bodhisattva said solemnly.
Clay Bodhisattva wasn't the only one who sensed the Ten Halls Formation. The other hall masters of the Ten Halls also sensed it.
Song Imperial Hall! Hall Master Lan!
Lan was the Holy King of the Great River Holy Court.
At this moment, Lan was sitting cross-legged in the Song Imperial Hall with the Avici Sword on his knees.
Lan could sense that the Ten Halls were about to open. During this period, Lan didn't run around. Instead, he presided over his Song Imperial Hall. He didn't even take care of his Great River Holy Court.
"Hum!"
The Song Imperial Hall Seal suddenly trembled.
"Hmm?" Lan's expression changed.
"A Saint?" Lan's expression became strange.
After walking out of the Song Imperial Hall, Lan sensed for a while.
"Avici River Styx!" Lan waved the Avici Sword.
Suddenly, a surging black river descended from the sky along with the sword.
"Boom!"
A huge hole appeared in the ground. The hole was extremely deep. It was filled with the black river.
"Boom!"
The black river exploded, and a figure suddenly emerged from the black river.
He was covered in blood, and his bones were dislocated. He was extremely injured.
"It's not the City Hall anymore. Ha, haha, hahaha!"
The figure laughed excitedly. It was the Saint who rushed into the City Hall.
Lan looked at the Saint covered in blood with a strange expression.
"I didn't look for you, but you delivered yourself to me?" Lan said indifferently.
"Boom!"
While the Saint was laughing, a black light appeared.
"Boom!"
It was so fast that the injured Saint didn't have time to escape. The Avici Sword pierced through his chest.
"You, how!" The Saint said in disbelief.
"I have long had the power to kill a Saint, but I didn't have the time. Since you delivered yourself to me, I won't ask who you are! Remember, my name is' Lan ', "Lan said coldly.
"Boom!"
In the Royal Capital of Yong, Zhong Shan looked up at the sky. There was another loud sound, and the blood rain became heavier. Layers of blood appeared on the ground.
"Reporting to the Celestial Emperor, a hole was opened in the Song Imperial Hall. The Saint escaped and seemed to have been killed!" Clay Bodhisattva said respectfully.
"Song Imperial Hall? Lan? How did he do it? "Zhong Shan asked in a deep voice.
"Avici Sword!"
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