Chapter 1568
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The shadow of the dragon disappeared from the sky, leaving only the raging fire around Shen Yanyuan and the terrible pressure that could destroy this star with a snort!
How … could this be?
Lian Zizhuo's eyes were broken again and again. He was not satisfied with the fate of Dongling and Zhen Xiaoxiao.
Where is my dragon?
I don't care about that!
Zhen Xiaoxiao was angrier than Shen Yanyuan. Looking up at the reflection of the magnificent body of the extraterrestrial cultivator in the sky, she remembered Lei Rui, the Saintess of Hundred Flowers from Nanding, who competed with her for the Great Wilderness in Xiqi!
Who knew that taking out the Great Wilderness would cause so much trouble so quickly?
The Old Crippled Dragon was indeed precious!
It was coveted by the extraterrestrial cultivators!
Zhen Xiaoxiao, whose treasure was taken away, trembled with anger and his lips turned blue!
Five breaths were not over yet. Should he use the strange power of the third step to take back the Great Wilderness and then smash the nose of that damn extraterrestrial bandit? Or …
"Go!"
With a blink of his eyes, Zhen Xiaoxiao threw out his saber with all his strength!
The Battle Snow Saber created a silver storm in the air. With the power beyond the Soul Formation realm, it cut Abu Yuyan, who was kneeling on the ground and had hope in his eyes because the Great Wilderness was taken away by the extraterrestrial cultivator, into two halves!
For example, in the Elixir Beast Competition, he defeated Shentu Weiran with his saber, or fought with Chi Lang with his own body. In a dilemma, Zhen Xiaoxiao never chose to retreat.
Countless Dongling cultivators exchanged their lives for this opportunity.
The last power of God without Boundaries!
No matter what misfortune would befall him in the next second, at this moment, Abu Yuyan had to die!
Crack … Boom!
He never expected that Zhen Xiaoxiao would still be so stubborn about his life at this moment! Abu Yuyan's hope was completely shattered.
Maybe the extraterrestrial cultivators would change the fate of Dongling and Beiyan again. Maybe Zhen Xiaoxiao wouldn't live more than three seconds than him … However, he couldn't see any of this!
His bones and flesh were torn apart.
Northern Yan, a Soul Formation Great Circle cultivator, was annihilated!
Through the broken Wall of Divine Wind, one could see that the sun and moon of the Northern Rock Mountain Range were dim and chaotic winds were blowing everywhere. As if it had lost some kind of support, the ground began to crack.
Since then, the Northern Rock Nation had completely lost its Universe Master. Abu Yuyan, Abu Qintou, Heba Longxiang, Ji Mo Ghost Sage, Long Fish Yin … and even Fire Slave Honeysuckle had all died in the hands of Zhen Xiaoxiao!
"What happened?"
"Is it over?"
First, he saw the divine body of the giant dragon in the sky. Then, a large number of barbarian cultivators and wild beasts died mysteriously in the fierce battle. All the cultivators in Dongling passed out mysteriously. Then, at this moment, the spiritual Qi of the world in Dongling skyrocketed. It was as if the chaotic wind of war had been washed away by the power of purity. The blue sky shone with a flourishing atmosphere!
Patriarch Yunchi, Wu Hefeng, and the others, who were defending the twelve major cities of the Northern Region to maintain their sanity under Shen Yanyuan's pressure, were all staring in the direction of the God Perishing Peak with their mouths wide open.
Although with their eyesight, they couldn't see anything in the boundless wind and snow. However, their weary hearts were suddenly filled with joy like a sprout of spring.
Dead, dead!
The haze that the Northern Rock Barbarian Ancestor projected in the sky of Dongling disappeared silently!
The realm war was over!
"Phew …"
Seeing the blade of the War Snow Manic Blade crack open and Abu's face turn into minced meat under the blade radiance, Lian Zizhuo exhaled the last of his turbid air from his lungs.
Five breaths were just a short period of time. However, to him, these five breaths … were as long as a hundred years.
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