The Jiuli Painting was a terrifying emperor weapon that could kill all experts in the world. It was the ultimate weapon in the world!
At this moment, it was grasped in Ye Fan's hand. With a rumble, a wave that could trample over the three realms and destroy all living things rushed out like a tide.
"Ah …"
Miserable screams could be heard. A group of cultivators in front of him were like scarecrows that were lit on fire. They were torn apart in an instant and turned into ashes.
Under the power of an extreme god, even if you were a peerless genius, you wouldn't be able to withstand a single blow. Like a chicken or a dog, you would be smashed into pieces in an instant. Nothing would be left.
"Rumble!"
The Jiuli Painting unfolded as if one world after another was moving up and down. It destroyed all living things and the world returned to its original point. The attack power was terrifying to the point of suffocation.
This was a terrifying god that couldn't be resisted by humans. No one could defend against it. Those who stood in its way were all crushed into dust in the blink of an eye.
"Ah …"
Many cultivators could only let out a cry of fear before their names were removed from the world forever. Among them were close to twenty half-step experts and many famous figures.
"All of you, die!" Shouted Ye Fan. He was truly enraged. He was besieged and suppressed by an extreme weapon. After a narrow escape, he finally succeeded.
A large golden ship cracked open, and two powerful beings fell out. Both of them died a violent death at the first moment.
A golden ancient pagoda exploded, and another peerless figure fell from the sky. He turned into a pile of broken bones and mud on the spot, and then turned into ashes.
With a loud bang, a Holy Lord level copper lamp exploded. Flames filled the sky and a great figure was killed. Nothing was left behind.
"Pfft, pfft …"
Blood shot into the sky. Five experts were killed by the Jiuli Painting. They could only let out an unwilling groan or growl before their names were forever removed from the world.
The Jiuli Painting was unstoppable. It was like the revival of an ancient emperor. It had endless power and could destroy any opponent. Even someone as strong as a Holy Lord was like an ant under its power.
"Surnamed Xiao, do you want to leave?!" Ye Fan's eyes were very sharp. When he saw Grand Preceptor Xiao at the end of the horizon, he chased after him using the Xing Formula and shook the Jiuli Painting.
Such an Extreme Dao Emperor Weapon was simply unimaginable to ordinary people. Possessing it was akin to controlling the life and death of this Great World. It was practically omnipotent.
No matter how great a hero you were, if you were enveloped by it, only death awaited you. You couldn't even be considered a bug, and you wouldn't even have the slightest ability to retaliate.
"No!" Grand Preceptor Xiao's expression changed drastically. His entire body started to burn as he ignited his source energy. He turned into a beam of light and charged out over a hundred miles.
However, everything was futile. The Nine Li Painting covered the sky, shaking with hualala sounds. It immediately unfolded, quickly extending forward.
Even an extremely powerful figure who was fleeing for his life couldn't escape the terrifying divine might's range at all. The ancient scroll covered the sky, immediately submerging heaven and earth as it swept over.
"Pu!"
Grand Preceptor Xiao spat out a large mouthful of blood. His torso split into seven pieces and rushed in all directions. Fresh blood dyed the sky red.
"Ah …"
He screamed in terror. Life and death were right in front of him. Everything had happened because of his grandson, Xiao Mingyuan. In the end, the entire Xiao family had been dragged into this.
"Stop!" His heart was filled with panic and terror. If possible, he was willing to pay any price in exchange for a hope of survival.
Unfortunately, there was no medicine for regret in this world. At this point, there was no room for turning back.
The Nine Li Painting was like a vast ocean that instantly spread out for hundreds of miles, submerging this part of the world. Grand Preceptor Xiao directly vaporized and was completely evaporated. His spirit also dried up and disappeared forever.
In another direction, the Nine Li Divine Dynasty's Imperial Lord chanted an incantation and fled far away like a great roc. He didn't stop at all, temporarily abandoning the Extreme Dao Emperor Weapon.
Ye Fan slaughtered in all directions, searching for enemies. He hated this group of people to the bone. They had caused Pang Bo, Li Heishui, and the others to be seriously injured. They had caused the Ji family's little moon to be on the verge of death. At this moment, he wanted to kill everyone.
"Wang Teng, get out here!"
Finally, Ye Fan found traces of Wang Teng. Hundreds of miles away, he carried the Nine Li Painting and chased after him. The ancient scroll was like the sky, vast and boundless as it spread out to the horizon.
Boom!
The golden ancient war chariot flipped over. Wang Teng was like a rolling gourd in the void. The unparalleled Extreme Dao divine might was something that even someone as strong as him couldn't withstand.
However, it was good that he was far enough away. Hundreds of miles away, he wasn't really affected by the terrifying ripples and was only slightly affected. Even so, he was severely injured and coughed out large mouthfuls of blood. His body was almost destroyed, and his whole body was stained with blood.
Boom!
The Nine Li Painting spread out like a torrential flood, boundless and boundless. Ye Fan fought in all directions, and no one was able to stop him!
The North Thearch was severely injured, but he didn't dare to stop at all. Otherwise, those experts would learn from their mistakes and die without a burial ground.
Bang!
Just a trace of the Emperor Weapon's aura from the outermost ripples was enough to flip his golden ancient war chariot over three kilometers away. It then crashed heavily into his body.
"Pfff!"
He coughed out large mouthfuls of blood, and his entire body was cracking. His bones were cracking like beans being fried, almost breaking inch by inch.
"Boom!"
One had to admit that the Ancient Thearch's weapon was too terrifying. It had boundless divine might, and the Nine Li Painting was still moving. It spread out in all directions and covered the heaven and earth.
At the crucial moment, an ancient thearch's image appeared on the golden ancient war chariot. It suddenly opened its eyes and helped to block the 'flood' that was sweeping over. However, this ancient thearch was also shattered and destroyed.
Wang Teng's hair was disheveled as he fled for his life. This was the most miserable time he had ever been in. When had he ever been so severely injured? Even the Saint Lords were apprehensive when they saw him.
"Wang Teng, go and die!"
Ye Fan roared as he locked onto Wang Teng. However, he couldn't catch up in a short period of time. Activating the Thearch Weapon consumed too much energy. Even with his powerful physique, the essence energy in his body was about to dry up.
"Bang!"
Wang Teng was once again sent flying by the golden ancient war chariot. Dozens of his bones were broken, but his eyes were cold as he chanted the ancient incantation.
"Boom!"
The void opened up, and a golden cave appeared. It looked like it led to the supreme Heaven Realm. The golden ancient war chariot carried him in and was about to disappear.
"Whoosh!"
The Nine Li Painting was activated, and Ye Fan used all his strength to attack. He wanted to make the North Thearch stay because he was an extremely terrifying enemy. He was the ruler of the world, and no one would be able to stop him in the future.
"Pop!"
The golden cave in the void was shattered. One could clearly see the North Thearch's body contorting and changing shape. His body was stained with blood, and his white bones were visible.
However, the golden cave eventually disappeared. No one knew if he was dead or alive. There was no trace of him.
No matter if he was dead or alive, the North Thearch was beaten up like this. Ye Fan finally vented his anger. Of course, if he could kill him, he would feel even better.
At this moment, Ye Fan really couldn't hold on anymore. He was able to display such prowess and Ji Ziyue's previous efforts. She gave him boundless magic power that was comparable to a Saint Lord.
Right now, Ji Clan's Little Moon was already half unconscious and on the verge of death. She couldn't transfer any more magic power.
Even so, Ye Fan was still very terrifying with the extreme dao emperor weapon. He poured the Divine Spring of Life for Ji Ziyue and the others. He was also drinking big mouthfuls just to activate the emperor weapon.
"This is really fate. All of you, go to hell for me!"
Ye Fan swept through the enemies and met Wan Chu and a dozen supreme elders from the Zifu Clan. They immediately rushed over.
"Whoosh!"
Once the Nine Li Painting was activated, these people's faces turned ashen. They ran for their lives. Divine flames burned on their bodies, and they wanted to burn their origin completely.
"Ah …"
Miserable cries rose and fell. Under the weapon of the ancient thearch, even invincible monarchs had to die, let alone them. Even though they were important figures of the sacred ground, they were like stray dogs at this moment. They were in a state of panic.
Screams of terror could be heard. These people were like fallen leaves, falling down and shattering in the sky. All of them died a violent death.
At the end of the endless void, many experts saw this scene and felt a chill from head to toe. How could they resist this? The Saint Body went berserk. The endless Qinling Mountains trembled. Who knew how many people would die?
Ye Fan was completely crazy. Along the way, countless experts fell from the sky. The sky turned blood red. No one in the central region had a complete corpse. Corpses fell from the sky in the distance.
"It's you guys …"
In front, a golden flag fluttered in the wind. A group of people was fleeing. They were the supreme elders of the Gold Family, one of their young masters, and a supreme existence.
"Ye Fan, if you start a massacre like this, there will be no place for you in the world!" One of them shouted. He was clearly trying to be tough.
"Where is the justice of the heavens if I don't kill you guys?!" Ye Fan rushed over like a gust of wind and shouted, "Today, even if deities come, I will kill them all. Who cares if they flood the sky? If my friends die, I will overturn the entire Central Continent!"
Boom!
He shook the Jiuli Painting, and this great world almost collapsed. The experts of the Gold Family all cried out in fear. Then, like dumplings falling into a pot, they fell down with a pitter patter.
Corpses fell from the sky one after another, including one of their young masters, a supreme existence, and many supreme elders. They all died a violent death.
Ye Fan shook again, and these corpses all shattered. Next, the mountain peak below was completely flattened and leveled to the ground. In the distance, there were even more mountains collapsing. Messy trees were uprooted from the ground and broken leaves fell.
This was a scene of the apocalypse. And this was only because Ye Fan's magic power was insufficient and he couldn't maintain it. Otherwise, it would be unimaginable!
"Who was it that interfered with the imperial weapon and let me take it?" Ye Fan was exhausted after killing so many people. He slowly calmed down.
Unless it was a saint who interfered with the imperial weapon of the ancient emperors with the Nine Secrets of Daoism, no one else could do anything!
"Could it be that the Western Desert's Victorious Fighting Buddha has really come?" He felt that it couldn't be that crazy old man.
At this point, Ye Fan could barely hold on. He used the imperial weapon's power to carve out a bloody path and quickly rushed out of the Qinling Mountains.
And during this process, the Jiuli Painting was still trembling, absorbing his endless essence energy. His magic power flowed out like water, and he felt extremely weak.
"Not good!" Ye Fan cursed inwardly. He was about to fall from the sky.
"Imperial weapon, return!" In the distant horizon, the Jiuli Dynasty's royal lord and some supreme existences were sitting cross-legged, shouting and chanting an ancient incantation.
At the same time, the Holy Lord of All Beginnings, the Purple Mansion Holy Lord, the Alkaid Holy Lord, the Golden Family Lord of the Northern Plains, the Southern Mountains Demon Lord, the Western Desert Divine Monk, and other supreme existences appeared. They followed unhurriedly.
Moreover, there were fluctuations of imperial weapons. Someone was coming with an imperial weapon.
Suddenly, a supreme divine might came from the other side. It approached quickly, and a roar rang out. "Who dares to hurt my sister?!"
Ji Haoyue's hair was disheveled, and an ancient mirror hovered above his head. Behind him, the Ji Family's holy lord and two other supreme existences were channeling their magic power.
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