Inch by inch, the spear was pulled out of the Tianhai Divine Empress's abdomen like a bamboo shoot sprouting from the mud of a forest after a rain. Yet what it carried was not beads of water, but blood. The Phoenix blood soaked the spear, soaked her hand, and fell on the stone floor of the mountain, burning fiercely like sacred flames.
In the light of the fire, her figure was particularly clear, her madly dancing black hair and Phoenix wings making them seem extremely gloomy and gloomy.
A ruthless, furious, almost crazed Phoenix cry spread from the peak of the Mausoleum of Books to the rest of the world. In an instant, it enveloped the entire capital. Many cultivators of lower cultivation were knocked unconscious, and some people who were even closer even exploded, transforming into blossoms of blood.
The spear was finally completely pulled out and grasped in the Tianhai Divine Empress's hand.
Her entire body was covered in blood as she stood on the peak of the Mausoleum of Books, tottering.
The night sky was cloudless for tens of thousands of li, yet a few drops of rain suddenly began to descend, landing on her peerlessly beautiful face.
It seemed like she would collapse in the next moment, but in the end, she did not collapse.
With a crack, a bolt of lightning descended, illuminating the peak of the Mausoleum of Books and driving away the raindrops, allowing everyone to see the scene on the peak.
Descending with the lightning was the spear.
The Frost God Spear landed on the peak of the Mausoleum of Books, still firmly gripped in her left hand.
The mausoleum fiercely trembled for a moment.
She waved her right hand, raising the Heavenly Tome Monolith and smashing it into the darkness in front of the Mausoleum of Books.
The darkness seemed empty, but the Reflecting Monolith flew through the air, actually smashing open a path in the night sky and arriving in front of the ruins of the southern part of the city several li away.
The Green Leaf on the Heavenly Tome Monolith shattered with it, scattering into countless threads that began to coil around the Pope.
The Pope extended his hand, once more picking up the Green Leaf from the night sky and placing it in front of him.
Noiselessly and with a flash of clear light, the Reflecting Monolith vanished, returning to its place in the Mausoleum of Books.
The green leaf had also truly disappeared, and there were only three leaves left in the pot.
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The Tianhai Divine Empress's body, Dao, and soul had all been heavily injured. Her last sliver of life no longer existed, on the verge of vanishing into the sea of stars.
This was a matter that everyone had already confirmed, but they also confirmed that as the descendant of Emperor Taizong, the true ruler of the continent, a mighty figure whose traces could never be erased from the history of the Human race, the Divine Empress would definitely not quietly die. This was not in accordance with her personality.
Nobody knew what kind of crazy move she would make before she left the world and returned to the sea of stars, and what things she would destroy together with her.
The Tianhai Divine Empress stood at the summit, looking down on the world, her expression indifferent and her body covered in blood. She was like a god, and also a devil.
The entire world began to fear in advance.
The lotus sea rippled and the lotuses bloomed, surrounding Wuqiong Bi.
After doing this, Bie Yanghong pushed his heavily injured body to stand in front of Mao Qiuyu.
Mu Jiushi had long since disappeared. Those elders of the noble clans and sects once more concealed themselves in the darkness, simply not daring to meet the Tianhai Divine Empress's gaze. Everyone waited for the final moment to arrive, but they also understood that the Divine Empress's final strike before her death would probably be left for those truly powerful figures, and not for themselves.
The Tianhai Divine Empress gazed at Luoyang.
The darkness in front of the Daoist temple suddenly shattered, the misty Phoenix also shattered, transforming into countless cracks in space that surged towards Daoist Ji.
Daoist Ji's expression abruptly froze. Several strange and incomprehensible syllables burst forth from his lips. A wooden sword pierced through the air from the ruins of the Daoist temple, transforming into a bright stream of light. It chopped down in a seemingly random manner in the darkness. At the same time, his figure turned incorporeal, fleeing even further into the distance.
Countless streams of blood scattered through the night sky of Luoyang, looking like a line of blood ten-some li long.
Daoist Ji flew through the night sky and landed on the street, his entire body covered in wounds and blood everywhere.
The last book of the three thousand scriptures of the Daoist Canon had been praised in the language of dragons and slashed with his lifebound wooden sword. He had still not been able to resist the Daoist technique of the Tianhai Divine Empress, but he had still managed to survive.
The Tianhai Divine Empress paid no more attention to Luoyang. Drawing back her gaze, she turned to a nameless street in the southern part of the capital.
At this moment, the Pope was standing on the street, standing in the puddles, standing between collapsed houses and corpses.
The Pope gazed at the peak of the Mausoleum of Books, at the world that had suffered so many calamities tonight. His elderly face was brimming with sorrow.
The entire world was extremely quiet, waiting for the final contest between these two Saints.
Suddenly, the Pope put down the Green Leaf in his hand.
Cries of alarm rose up everywhere in the darkness, soon followed by the sound of air being torn apart. Countless experts of the Li Palace, disregarding the Tianhai Divine Empress's gaze, desperately rushed over.
Because everyone could clearly see that the Pope was prepared to let go.
The Pope was prepared to leave this world together with the Tianhai Divine Empress and return to the sea of stars!
Time seemed to slow, but in reality, it passed at a normal pace.
Nothing happened.
The world was still very quiet.
The Green Leaf slowly drifted in the puddles of corpses and bricks.
At the peak of the Mausoleum of Books, the Tianhai Divine Empress's lips perked up, revealing a mocking smile.
She was mocking her former companion.
Truly boring.
How could We follow your wishes?
Divine General Han Qing stood at the end of the Divine Path, gazing at the peak, the emotions in his eyes rather complex.
The Pope had put down the Green Leaf, but the Divine Empress had not moved against him.
But even if he really could put down that lunchbox, the Empress would probably not let him go, right?
Those complicated emotions vanished in a flash. Han Qing truly calmed down, waiting for the moment when the spear pierced through his body.
Suddenly, the starlight at the peak of the Mausoleum of Books scattered.
A straight path appeared in the night sky. Soon after, the howl of a spear like a thunderclap resounded!
With a wave of the Tianhai Divine Empress's sleeve, the Frost God Spear pierced through the darkness like a bolt of lightning, flying towards a certain place in the capital.
She did not even glance at Han Qing. This sort of disregard was her true mood and attitude.
The Frost God Spear returned to its place: the Great Zhou Imperial Palace.
In the distant capital, an extremely heavy crash resounded, soon followed by the collapse of a building.
They watched as he built that building. He built that building.
They watched as his building collapsed. We will destroy your building.
The building collapsed from the high platform, fell to the ground, and was smashed to pieces.
The most famous building in the capital for several centuries, the Lingyan Pavilion, the symbol of the Great Zhou Dynasty, disappeared just like that.
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The torrential rain over Chenggong Mountains was still falling, corpses strewn about in the rain. The sixth-ranked Divine General of the continent, Tian Chui, was the Divine Empress's most loyal subordinate. The Han Province Army he led was the strongest in the Great Zhou Northern Army. Although they had been ambushed tonight, their resistance had been the fiercest, and they had suffered the most grievous casualties.
The Principal of Star Seizer Academy, Chen Guansong, gazed at the wide-eyed corpse of Divine General Tian Chui, his face somewhat pale, a hint of apology appearing in his eyes. Tonight, if he had not used his status as his teacher to successfully ambush Tian Chui with the army and the experts of the Tianhai clan, it would have been impossible to halt the advance of the Han Province Army.
"Your teacher will assuredly fulfill your dying wish and lead the army into Xuelao City, so Tian Chui … you can rest in peace."
An indifferent voice suddenly rang out in the rainy night.
"Do you think you have the right?"
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