In just an hour, the Ancient Immortal Domain was controlled by a mysterious force.
The major factions suffered heavy casualties, their families were destroyed, and blood flowed like rivers.
Even the Celestial Moon Pavilion suffered heavy casualties and had no choice but to submit in the end.
Even the five major races couldn't resist the crazy attacks of so many Immortal Gods and half-step Immortal Gods.
The five major races suffered heavy casualties. Even the Patriarchs and elders were severely injured.
In the entire Ancient Immortal Domain, only the Ancient Immortal Palace and the Emperor Immortal Palace were safe and sound.
After Qian Suo failed, he didn't attack the Ancient Immortal Palace again.
Right now, the air of the Ancient Immortal Realm was filled with the thick smell of blood, as well as the aura of grief and despair.
The Ancient Immortal Domain had fallen, and the entire Ancient Immortal World had fallen into the control of a mysterious force.
The curses and slander against Feng Wuchen and the Dragon Soul were now covered by grief and despair.
"The Ancient Immortal World is finished. Ancient Immortal Venerable Yan Chen and the Patriarchs of the five major races are powerless!"
Everyone felt like they had fallen into endless darkness. They couldn't see a trace of light, and their hearts were filled with fear.
In the face of absolute power, they couldn't do anything except be oppressed and bullied.
The suppressed grief made many cultivators feel worse than death.
Days passed. The major factions that had submitted could only be accompanied by grief and anger.
Everyone felt that the Ancient Immortal World was finished.
The countless cultivators who were suffering only hoped that Feng Wuchen and the Dragon Soul could save them as soon as possible.
However, as the days passed, there was no sign of Feng Wuchen or the Dragon Soul.
The five major races had already made their move. Why didn't the Dragon Soul do anything?
The Dragon Soul and the Rakshasa Supremacy seemed to have disappeared into thin air.
The major factions were guessing that the Dragon Soul was most likely destroyed.
After all, this mysterious force was too terrifying and had absolute power.
No matter how strong the Dragon Soul was, it only had a few Immortal Gods. How could it fight against dozens of Immortal Gods and more than a hundred half-step Immortal Gods?
The Emperor Immortal Palace was dead silent.
Grief, anger, hatred, depression, and other emotions were all written on their faces. Everyone was trembling. They were like soldiers of death.
They were waiting, waiting for their soul and spiritual leader!
They were ready to launch a counterattack!
Everyone was waiting for an order!
Once the order was given, they would charge at the enemy in their most terrifying, most ruthless and cold-blooded manner.
.....
Celestial Moon Pavilion, Heaven Immortal Realm.
This place had become the mysterious organization's new base.
"Big Brother Qian Suo, how are your injuries?" someone asked.
"He's fine now." Qian Suo spoke in a ghastly tone, and his eyes narrowed while a wisp of ruthlessness flashed within them.
Qian Suo would never forget Qiuniu's overbearing sword.
As an Immortal God, he was actually defeated by a single sword strike from an opponent of the same cultivation realm, and this was simply an extraordinary humiliation.
"Is there any movement from the Dragon Soul?" Thousand Lock asked.
One of them replied respectfully, "Not yet. Feng Wuchen and the others have yet to come out of seclusion."
"After so many days, the Ancient Immortal World is already under our control, and Feng Wuchen still has the heart to cultivate in seclusion. Does he really not care about the lives of others?" Qian Suo sneered.
"Big Brother Qian Suo, in my opinion, we should just use the Dragon Soul. They are all in the Emperor Immortal Palace, a bunch of cowards." A man sneered.
"Other than Qiuniu, the other four clan leaders have already been captured. Everything is under our control. It doesn't matter when Feng Wuchen and the others come out of seclusion. They will die anyway, so what's the hurry?" Ye Qingyan sneered.
Qian Suo smiled, "Qingyan is right. There is no need to rush. We have plenty of time. No matter how much Feng Wuchen cultivates, he can't fight us, unless he can ascend. But the Ancient God won't give him that chance."
"Right, immediately send someone to the Ancient Immortal Palace. Within three days, Clan Leader Qiuniu must exchange his life for the other four clan leaders, or we will kill them!"
Qiuniu must die!
If Qiuniu was not killed, the humiliation would never be erased.
.....
In the Divine Ring, Feng Wuchen, who was cultivating crazily with the help of the Thousand Spirits Pool's Ancient Spiritual Qi, had become more and more terrifying. He was close to the peak of the Immortal God Realm.
Once he broke through the peak of the Immortal God Realm, he would be qualified to ascend to the Pangu Realm.
"The Ancient Spiritual Qi has been used up. What a pity." Feng Wuchen muttered to himself.
Other than Feng Wuchen's own cultivation, the Reincarnation Pagoda's soul was also absorbing the Ancient Spiritual Qi, so the consumption was very fast.
Stretching, Feng Wuchen said, "Devil Demon Old Monster's cultivation was about the same as mine now. It should be enough to trigger the Heavenly Thunder."
"Kid, something big happened outside." The Chaotic Mysterious Fire Beast's voice came.
"Something big happened?" Feng Wuchen was stunned.
The Chaotic Mysterious Fire Beast immediately told Feng Wuchen what happened in the Ancient Immortal World.
After hearing it, Feng Wuchen was expressionless.
He was obviously furious.
The mysterious force was too arrogant. They treated human lives like grass and were crazy.
Feng Wuchen absolutely could not tolerate it.
"Hei Qing is really willing to deal with me." Feng Wuchen said coldly. His dark eyes flashed with ruthless killing intent.
"Kid, you have to be prepared. They are much stronger than Devil Demon Old Monster. There are 37 of them in the Immortal God Realm!" The Chaotic Mysterious Fire Beast's voice came.
"Are there many?" Feng Wuchen said coldly. He did not take it seriously at all.
With a thought, he immediately left the Divine Ring.
In the Emperor Immortal Palace, the grief, anger, hatred and depression spread. Feng Wuchen could feel it clearly.
Feng Wuchen could also feel the mood of the Dragon Soul Rakshasa and the others at the moment.
A figure appeared at the entrance of the hall.
In the blink of an eye, everyone's gaze swept over at the same time.
The moment they saw Feng Wuchen, everyone's eyes were wet. The suppressed emotions surged out like a tide.
That feeling was like returning to heaven from hell in an instant. It was extremely happy.
Ecstasy and excitement rushed out crazily!
The dawn of victory came.
The appearance of that man made all of them feel incomparably relieved. It was as if there was nothing that could not be done. Any strong enemy or any difficulty would not exist in front of that man.
That man was the nightmare of all enemies!
"My Lord!" Everyone's eyes were filled with excitement and hope. They looked at Feng Wuchen.
"I know what happened. Brothers, you have worked hard. Leave the rest to me." Feng Wuchen said lightly and walked down the stairs step by step.
A simple sentence made the Dragon Soul and Rakshasa go crazy.
Feng Wuchen came to the center of the square and slowly closed his eyes.
Many familiar auras had disappeared.
Feng Wuchen could feel the grief, hatred, and despair that pervaded the Ancient Immortal World.
"Because of me, the Ancient Immortal World is implicated." Feng Wuchen said in his heart. Monstrous anger burned crazily.
Feng Wuchen slowly flew up. The blood-red killing intent formed a terrifying storm and rushed into the sky.
"Feng Wuchen is here!" Feng Wuchen roared. The furious roar resounded in every corner of the Ancient Immortal World.
(End of Chapter)
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