In the Asura Region, colorful clouds appeared in the sky. The aura of desolation permeated the air, shrouding the mountains and rivers. It was as if everything had returned to the desolate era before the primal chaos.
The pressure was so terrifying that even the birds did not dare to fly. The number of spies in the surroundings suddenly increased.
The Asura Region's army was in a tight formation. Even Lou Aotian, Xia Qiyue, and several other armies had been mobilized. The Ancient Massacre God's thirty thousand men were stationed outside the Asura Sect. Inside the Asura Sect, there were also three hundred Little Asura Teams!
Something big seemed to have happened in the Asura Sect. No one was allowed to go near.
In the back mountain of the sect, the aura of desolation was even thicker. Ye Qinghan crossed his hands and formed a strange seal. The power of desolation in his body was almost on par with the primal chaos power. The Great Desolation Seal was like a black hole, transforming the primal chaos power into the power of desolation.
The Great Desolation Monument trembled constantly. The runes on it filled his sea of consciousness, revealing a secret divine ability.
Heaven Desolation Technique!
Three ancient words appeared on the Great Desolation Monument. They were difficult to understand. Ye Qinghan did not recognize these three words, but he could feel the terrifying destructive power contained within them.
Swish!
Ye Qinghan's pupils looked. The Great Desolation Monument appeared in front of him. There was a tiny person forming seals on it. It was using a divine ability. It should be the Heaven Desolation Technique. Ye Qinghan learned it. His hands drew a reverse eight trigram seal in front of his chest. His body soared into the sky, forming seals faster and faster, commanding the power of desolation in the world.
Boom! Boom!
Boom! The world rumbled and the desolation danced. The tiny person on the Great Desolation Monument also sped up.
Ye Qinghan could clearly feel that once the seal was formed, it could cause the world to age and everything to return to nothingness.
Whoosh — — —
Ye Qinghan's figure flashed and soared into the sky, leaving the Asura Region. The stars moved as he pierced through the clouds and appeared ten thousand miles away. He sped all the way to the extreme north. It was a snowy area. Besides snow trees, snow wolves, and other creatures of the extreme north, there was nothing else.
Boom!
The Great Wastelands Monolith sat on the snowy mountain and grew to a height of ten thousand feet. The tiny figure on top of it also grew in size and looked majestic. Every move of the tiny figure could cause all Dharma to follow it and the Great Dao to wail.
An extremely difficult seal was formed. The tiny figure on the Great Wastelands Stele seemed to be about to break free from its shackles. Its movements were exactly the same as Ye Qinghan's. A palm descended from the sky. The world was desolate, and its aura soared into the Milky Way. Wherever it passed, snow danced in the air, and mountains and rivers trembled! The frigid water surged for three thousand miles.
Boom!
Howl — — —
In a split second, the mountains collapsed and the earth cracked. The cedar trees that could have survived for countless years withered and became barren. Even the sky was about to collapse. The snow wolves howled and howled, but before they could finish, their powerful vitality was forcefully taken away and they died on the spot.
"The Heavenly Wastelands Technique. When cultivated to the extreme, it can cause time to flow rapidly. Even the Heavenly Dao can age..." Ye Qinghan withdrew his hand and stood proudly beside the Great Wastelands Stele. That palm had consumed almost forty percent of his strength. Even with the support of the Nine Dragon Roots, he could not use a terrifying secret technique like the Heavenly Wastelands Technique without limit.
Ye Qinghan was silent. He secretly recalled the time when he used the Heavenly Wastelands Technique. The God of Wastelands Technique circulated in his body. He wanted to improve it again and increase his explosive strength.
In the snowy mountain, Ye Qinghan performed the same seal day after day, month after month. He constantly improved and improved. His explosive strength increased, but the God of Wastelands Technique consumed decreased.
A day of cultivation in the snowy mountain was a thousand years in the outside world!
Ye Qinghan forgot about the passage of time, but time passed quickly outside. Half a year passed in the blink of an eye.
Jiang Jingtian, Li Feng, and the others had already come out of seclusion. Their cultivation had improved by leaps and bounds. They were all wearing golden armor and supreme-grade Supreme Giant Divine Weapons. More than ten of them had gathered at the Asura Sect, waiting for Ye Qinghan to come out of seclusion.
The twenty-one Holy Lands had already finished their preparations. They had gathered their strongest elites to compete for the entrance to the Wangu Yuntian.
In the center of the chaotic universe, in Blue Sky City, the small factions had all been expelled. The various Holy Lands and powerful factions controlled the city. They each occupied a piece of land and set up camp. After all, the gambling match would not end in a day or two. This group of monstrous geniuses, invincible kings, could last for many days.
Holy Lands were constantly being teleported to the outside of Blue Sky City through the coordinates. The desolate aura within a radius of ten thousand miles suddenly became much denser. Blue Sky City, which was originally like a fairyland, was peaceful and tranquil. But after today, it was destined that the land would be bathed in blood and the sky would be dyed red!
Supreme Empyrean Holy Lands' Patriarch Nangong Batian personally led a group of four: Nangong Yunlan, Nangong Yunao, and Aoxue. The other Clan Elders were left behind to guard the Holy Lands' headquarters.
Many Holy Lands looked at the Supreme Empyrean Holy Lands. They did not have the support of their subordinate factions' elites, and they only had one God Son. At most, they only had Nangong Yunao and Nangong Aoxue. How could they compete with the other Holy Lands for resources?
"Holy Lord Nangong, why struggle like this? Just the three of them want to get a share of the Wangu Yuntian's resources? I advise you to preserve their lives and give up! "Karma Holy Land's Holy Lord Ji Tian Changkong said disdainfully.
"Hahaha, Holy Lord Nangong, could it be that you are cooperating with the Sorcerer Race or Demon God Mountain? Coming over to give them a show of force? Fellow Daoist, you might as well submit to my Spacetime Holy Land. Once my clan obtains the entrance, we will give you ten percent of the resources. "The Spacetime Holy Land's Holy Lord laughed.
Nangong Batian was indifferent. He did not accept their provocation and only quietly set up camp, waiting for the Insane Sect to arrive.
Right now, more than one faction was preparing to absorb the Supreme Empyrean Holy Lands. Of the twenty-one supreme Holy Lands, they were currently the weakest. If it weren't for the fact that their older generation was too strong, they would have been swallowed up long ago.
In the distance, the Second Sorcerer God looked at the four people from the supreme Holy Lands. He had a bad premonition in his heart.
"If Ye Qinghan reaches an agreement with them, I'm afraid there will be a problem in the competition for the entrance to the Wangu Yuntian. Last time, this old man followed Father God's star chart to find the sixteen passages, and three of them mysteriously disappeared. There are only thirteen left. With twenty-three factions competing, at least ten Holy Lands will be eliminated! Originally, the supreme Holy Lands were already eliminated, and nine more would be enough. Now that there is one less chance, this gambling fight might be even more bloody than I thought! "
The Second Sorcerer God clenched his fists and looked at the twelve Shenzis, goddesses, and Ling Shaoyu behind him. He wasn't sure how many of them would be able to survive this gambling fight.
The Serpent Divine Dragon had also chosen four of the strongest Desolate Ancient Mutants from the Sky Monster Region. Their cultivation was not inferior to the Shenzis, and their individual combat strength was even slightly higher. However, in a real battle, talent, experience, and mystic arts mattered. A battle between experts was unpredictable, and no one could guarantee that they would win.
The Serpent Divine Dragon appeared beside the Second Sorcerer God with the four Mutants. When he saw that the Second Sorcerer God was staring at Nangong Batian, he guessed the reason.
"Later, go and persuade Ye Qinghan to give up on the Supreme Empyrean Holy Lands. With the three of us working together, it shouldn't be a problem for us to take two entrances." The Second Sorcerer God said in a deep voice.
"With his temper, I don't think we can persuade him." The Serpent Divine Dragon shook his head, and his eyes shone with a cold light. He was determined to get the resources of the Wangu Yuntian, and he would kill anyone who stood in his way.
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