Rumble!
The entire peach orchard was trembling and shaking.
The peach trees shook.
Flower petals and leaves fluttered in the air.
The black shadow was directly scattered.
Then slowly reformed.
"But you, who have descended to this level, are not my match."
The female immortal retracted her palm and placed her hands behind her back as she spoke.
"You are merely … borrowing external power."
The shadow spoke.
Its body was completely made of pitch-black godly power.
More accurately, it was made of Heretic God power.
The figure, which was as viscous as asphalt, twisted from time to time, looking strange and terrifying.
The female immortal's thoughts moved.
The petals and fallen leaves floating in the air in the peach orchard began to move in a strange pattern.
In the wind, the edges of the petals and leaves glowed with a metallic luster.
The petals and leaves moved, forming a hundred-meter-long colorful divine bird. With a cry, it swooped towards the shadow.
The shadow's arms suddenly extended like whips towards the divine bird.
Bam!
With a light sound, the divine bird was caught by the black arms, twisted, strangled, and shattered, turning back into petals and leaves.
But these petals and leaves only lightly swayed and froze in the air.
The scene instantly froze.
Even the shadow seemed to be restrained by this mysterious power, not moving at all.
The female immortal raised her hand and lightly pushed.
Swoosh swoosh swoosh!
All the petals and leaves suddenly released a dark golden luster. Like meteors, they tore through the air and turned into streaks of light that slashed towards the shadow.
It was also at this moment that the shadow regained its ability to move.
But it was only able to barely put up a defensive stance before it was instantly pierced by the endless dark golden streaks of light.
Its body turned to dust.
Wisps of black mist floated in the air like smoke.
The female immortal did not show any joy on her face.
"So weak?"
Impossible.
This shadow could be said to be the root of all disasters in the Celestial World.
How could it die so easily?
The female immortal had a cautious expression.
As expected, in less than three breaths of time, the black mist seemed to come alive, gathering and forming again.
The female immortal frowned.
Sure enough, it was just as the legends said. It could not be killed, nor could it be refined.
"This world needs to be purified. The weeds that grow within it should be harvested."
The shadow once again spoke in an ancient and cryptic language that only a few people could understand.
It did not attack the female immortal again.
A bright silver crack slowly appeared on its belly button.
Then it spread rapidly.
In the end, from the throat to the bottom, this bright silver crack almost split it in half.
Strange lines flickered on the cracks.
An aura that was completely different from its own power radiated outwards.
The yellow robed female immortal's expression changed: "Harvest Gate?"
She waved her hands.
Xiu Xiu Xiu!
The petals and leaves that filled the sky turned back into falling stars. They tore through the void and attacked the mutated shadow.
However, an invisible force surged out of the shadow's body.
All the flowers and leaves that were shot into this energy were like ice falling into lava, and with a hiss, they transformed into ash and dissipated without the slightest ripple.
"This is bad."
The seriousness in the female immortal's eyes became clearer.
She was about to unleash her Divine Art again.
"Wait."
Another voice sounded.
The void one meter away was lifted up like a curtain.
A black-robed old faker walked out from the void.
"It is sacrificing itself to forcefully open the Harvest Gate. Once this sacrificial process starts, it cannot be interrupted." The old faker came to the side of the female immortal and said: "Looks like these idiots from Blessed Land of Ten Thousand Immortals have already contributed enough energy to the Reapers."
The female immortal said: "Are we going to wait for the Reapers to descend?"
The old faker said: "Set up the formation, at the gate."
He waved his sleeves.
Nine streams of light whizzed out. Eight of them plunged into the four directions of the Reaping Gate, and the last one fell in front of the old faker.
The formation was set.
The nine streaks of light moved and merged into the void.
The female immortal placed her hands in front of her chest and kept forming hand seals.
Red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, purple.
Seven streaks of light kept flickering on her body.
Every time a luster flashed, a figure would emerge from her body and turn into an incomparably beautiful figure. Her feet stepped on the seven stars, and in the end, she turned into seven fairies wearing immortal dresses of different colors, surrounding the Reaping Gate that was about to open.
If Li Mu was here, he would definitely recognize them.
These seven beautiful figures were the seven divine jade beauties in the Peach Garden of the Ancient Immortal Court.
They were all alive now.
They showed up again.
The seven fairies took up seven different positions and set up a formation, waiting for the Reapers.
The Array of Seven Colors of Immortal Light.
The old faker and the seven fairies took out their trump cards one after another and set up an inescapable net around the Harvest Gate.
At this time, the silver crack in the shadow's body started to expand.
The small crack turned into a silvery rectangle, pulling on its body. It continued to spread, grow, and grow … Finally, the shadow's body was pulled into a strange decorative silhouette, faintly attached to the silvery rectangle.
The silver rectangle was ten meters high and four meters wide, turning into a giant door that shone with a dazzling brilliance.
The inside of the door frame rippled like water.
The door had finally opened.
The old faker and the seven fairies stared at the door.
Because they understood what the appearance of the door meant.
The old faker recalled the time when he had fought against the Imperial God Emperor Ye Qingyu in the Vast Thousand Star Domains. On Ye Qingyu's path to enlightenment, the most painful and tense battle was with the creature that had walked out of this door.
The Skeleton King, the King of Destruction, the God of Consciousness …
These reapers had once destroyed worlds, planes, and star regions.
Wherever they went, there was only destruction.
To them, the creatures of any plane or world were like chives in the field, cut down batch after batch.
They destroyed a world and waited for it to be reborn, to evolve life, to evolve into a civilization, and then waited for the civilization to grow to a certain extent before they harvested it, destroyed it, and waited again.
This was a cycle.
If not for Ye Qingyu, the Vast Thousand Star Domains would have been destroyed in that battle.
The reapers' disaster had not ended.
The old faker still clearly remembered the scene of the door appearing in the sky above the Vast Thousand Star Domains.
Although the door that appeared in front of them was much smaller than the door that the King of Sovereigns had opened, its aura was no different.
The Seven Fairy Maidens, on the other hand, recalled that in the past, when the Immortal Court was at its peak of prosperity, it had been destroyed by a figure who had walked out of such a door. Along with him had been the Extraterrestrial Demons, who had been viewed as the Heavenly Court's mortal enemy.
This door brought back the memories of fear for these two top figures.
Boom!
Boom boom!
The Harvest Gate began to shake.
Even the space around it was shaking.
It was as if some terrifying behemoth was walking towards them step by step from the passage behind the door.
With every step it took, the entire space shook.
"We sisters have completely taken control of the Peach Garden and can borrow the power of the Blessed Land of Ten Thousand Immortals. When the battle begins, I will be the leader and you will be my support. We must fight and destroy all enemies in the future."
The yellow-robed fairy said.
The old faker said, "Wrong, our goal is to block this door, not to kill the enemy."
The yellow-robed fairy said, "Just block the door?"
The old faker's expression gradually became serious. "It's good enough that we can block this door."
As his voice faded.
Boom!
There was a violent tremor.
The entire void began to tremble.
A huge horn that looked like a deer's horn poked out from the door.
The pale white horn was burning with a faint blue ghost fire.
It's here.
It's finally here.
The terrifying creature behind the door.
Boom!
The violent tremor continued.
The white antler seemed to be fighting against some kind of power. Slowly, more and more of it stretched out with difficulty.
Then, there was a giant skull.
It was the skull of some unknown creature.
A skull.
"Skeletons? Could it be the Reaper of the King of Destruction? "
The old faker made a judgment.
Rumble!
The entire Peach Garden was shaking.
"Activate the array."
The old faker made a gesture with his hands, and the vigorous and unparalleled power was constantly pumped into the void around him.
The array that he had secretly set up was activated.
The array power circulated.
The void stabilized.
Finally, a skeletal creature that looked like a python with horns crawled out of the Harvest Gate.
It was over a thousand meters long, densely packed with bones connected to each other. The pale white bones were shrouded in dark blue flames. It looked terrifying, but at the same time, it was filled with a kind of mechanical beauty. On its back, there were hundreds of humanoid skeleton-like creatures riding on it. They wore white bone armor, and the weapons in their hands were also made of white bones. They exuded a terrifying aura.
The Destroyer!
The Reaper!
It had arrived.
The Seven Fairies all looked a little nervous.
Boom boom boom!
The humanoid skeletons jumped down from the back of the giant Bone Snake. They stood in the void, their bodies burning with blue flames.
Their eye sockets were burning with black flames.
It was exactly the same as the evil power that the shadow had displayed.
The hundreds of humanoid skeletons turned their heads and looked at the seven fairies and the old faker.
Their pitch-black eye sockets were like the gaze of the Grim Reaper.
The destructive and cold aura of death surged and swept out.
"These skeletons have the aura of the Sage Realm. But the Bone Snake … I'm afraid it's going to surpass the Sage Realm."
The old faker and the seven fairies immediately determined the realm of the Reapers.
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