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Heaven and Earth Could Not Tolerate
"The 10,000 Swords Pavilion and the Ancient Star Sect have existed for thousands of years. In the end, they actually fell into the hands of a brat. It's really a pity. It's also because of this that we can easily annex the Eighteen Ancient Cities and the Eighteen Empires," the Ancestor of the Daluo Golden Sect said with a smile.
"When we take control of the 18 ancient cities and 18 dynasties, we can gather the amazing Fate of the four Sect Regions and break through to the Martial Emperor Realm. By then, you and I will definitely defeat the master of the Jiuhan Temple and complete the great task of unifying the Northern Wilderness Region!" The Ancestor of the Divine Wind Palace's eyes sparkled, and his voice was sonorous and powerful.
The two of them looked at each other and saw the confidence in each other's eyes. The smiles on their faces grew wider. But just as the two of them were feeling complacent, they seemed to feel something and their bodies trembled violently.
Puff! Puff!
Almost at the same time, the two of them opened their mouths and spat out a mouthful of blood. Their faces became extremely pale, and the aura on their bodies dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye. It was like clouds and mist that disappeared between the heavens and the earth.
Even more astounding was that besides the two of them, the entire vast palace, the entire enormous mountain range, and even the enormous territory of the Allheaven Golden Sect and Divine Sky Hall were suffused with an ethereal aura, and it was gradually vanishing into nothingness and slowly dissipating, causing it to become weaker and weaker.
However, no one could feel the dissipation of this Qi. Only the two of them could see it clearly. Their eyes widened, and their faces were filled with disbelief.
"What's going on? Why did our Fate suddenly disappear? And the Fate of the Daluo Golden Sect and the Divine Wind Palace is also dissipating!" The Ancestor of the Daluo Golden Sect cried out in alarm. At this moment, he no longer had the arrogance of a Half-Step Martial Emperor. He was terrified and out of his wits.
The Ancestor of the Divine Wind Palace was also panicking. What's more, there was a hint of despair on his face. The Power of Heaven and Earth that enveloped his body was completely out of control. It was twisting and rolling crazily, directly oppressing him.
"Before this battle, you and I have calculated many times. In this battle, all the Fate will be on the Daluo Golden Sect and the Divine Wind Palace. Although there will be some risks, as long as you and I attack together with the Fate, we will definitely win in the end."
"Now, 3.6 million elite soldiers are about to break through Yanxiang Pass, and everything is going according to plan. Why? Why is our Fate disappearing? Why is the Fate of the Daluo Golden Sect and the Divine Wind Palace disappearing? It's as if we have been abandoned by heaven and earth?"
The Grand Ancestor of the Daluo Golden Sect kept exclaiming. His face was distorted as he stared at the Grand Ancestor of the Divine Wind Palace. Apart from being puzzled, there was more despair on his face.
The so-called karmic luck came from the boundless Heaven and Earth, and it was the supreme will of the Heaven and Earth.
For ordinary cultivators, Fate was very ethereal. It could not be seen or touched. But for Martial Emperors, Fate was important to their survival.
Martial Emperors could change the rules of heaven and earth and affect the operation of heaven and earth. To some extent, they had already merged with heaven and earth and become a part of it.
If the heavens and the earth rejected them, then the Karmic Luck they possessed would completely disperse without leaving a trace behind. It was even to the extent that they would suffer backlash from it, perish, and be obliterated.
But at this moment, their Fate had suddenly disappeared. This clearly meant that heaven and earth had taken away their Fate and rejected their existence. It even wanted to destroy them and let them return to heaven and earth.
Rumbling sounds rang out. At this moment, the two of them burst into flames. As soon as the flames touched their skin and flesh, they immediately let out shrill cries.
The flames were milky white. It was the Fire of Judgment. It came from the beginning of heaven and earth. No living being or object could resist it. They could only let it burn wildly and suffer endless pain.
The two Ancestor's Fate had been taken away. Facing the Fire of Judgment, they had no power to fight back. They kept wailing and struggling wildly, hoping to survive.
However, the Fire of Judgment on their bodies grew stronger and stronger. It had already enveloped their bodies. Even their souls were not spared.
Buzz!
The Fire of Judgment burned their souls fiercely. As wisps of Fate were destroyed, a shadow suddenly appeared in their minds. It became clearer and clearer, and finally spread out in front of their eyes.
This wisp of light was actually Soaring Swallow City after the massacre. Over there, the city walls had collapsed, and everything had turned into ruins. On the broken rocks and shattered rocks, numerous ice-cold corpses lay flat on the ground. Some of them had ragged clothes, while others had incomplete corpses. It was a terrifying scene.
In the ruins, a middle-aged woman ran forward, staggering. She was holding the hand of a twelve- or thirteen-year-old child. Their faces were filled with fear and despair. Two streaks of tears streaked down their cheeks.
"Kekeke … kekeke …"
A savage and strange laugh came from behind her. It was like the voice of a demon, and her pupils constricted in shock as she madly ran forward.
But before she could take more than a few steps, a cold saber glow came from behind. It tore through the air and accurately struck the child.
Clang!
With a clanging sound, the long saber instantly pierced through the child's chest from his back, nailing him to an ancient tree on the side of the road. Boiling blood gushed out from the wound.
Looking at the child's body that was nailed to the tree and only twitched a few times before falling limp, the woman was completely dumbfounded in an instant. Her eyes became incomparably empty.
Thump …
As if she had lost her soul, the middle-aged woman dropped to her knees and looked up at the gloomy sky. "Heavens! Open your eyes! Open your eyes! "
"The heavens have opened their eyes?"
Hearing the middle-aged woman's words, the elite Zenith Immortal soldiers behind her laughed mockingly. They pulled out the sabers nailed to the child's body, shook off the blood on the sabers, and laughed strangely, "Stupid pigs, where did God get his eyes from?"
With that, the saber glow appeared once more.
The middle-aged woman's head flew into the air. Blood surged like an arrow into the sky, dyeing the ground red like rain and gradually seeping into the earth.
Thud …
The woman's head fell to the ground. Her eyes, which had lost their luster, were still furiously open. She stared at the gloomy sky, as if she was still accusing and questioning.
Swish …
A thousand li away, two bright sparks exploded from the bodies of the two ancestors in the depths of the hall. Indescribable pain made the two of them howl in indescribable pain.
Inside Yanxiang City, the tragedy was still ongoing …
A young woman in tattered clothes lay on the ground. A soldier of the Divine Firmament Hall gasped for breath as he pressed down on the woman's body. As he cackled, he tore at her clothes.
The young woman struggled crazily and screamed ear-piercingly. She didn't care that the screams were tearing her vocal cords. Suddenly, her face became ferocious as she said in a mournful voice, "I don't believe it! I don't believe that death is without retribution! Even if I die, I will turn into a malicious spirit and never let you off! "
As the sound of his voice faded, the young woman's expression became fierce. She opened her mouth and bit her tongue without hesitation. Hot blood spurted out and dripped onto the elite soldier's body. Every drop of blood was bright red.
…
Looking at this scene, the souls of the two ancestors twitched violently in the raging fire.
At this moment, the doubts in their minds were suddenly cleared.
What they did not understand was who was so crazy as to give the order to massacre the city! Did they really think that God was blind? Did they really think that death was without retribution?
"There is a deity three feet above your head. Good and evil will be rewarded!"
This voice was full of penetrating power. It passed through the mountains and reverberated in the vast sky. Even so, the Fire of Judgment on the two ancestors was still burning, even more fiercely.
The silhouette floated in the air for six hours, imprinting every scene of the bloody massacre into the depths of their minds. The Flame of Judgement also burned for six hours, wailing in fear, and did not dissipate for a long time.
When the light shadow gradually dissipated, the bodies of the two ancestors began to float, and so did the Fire of Judgment.
Whoosh!
A gentle breeze blew past and extinguished the Flame of Judgment. The figures of the two Patriarchs were nowhere to be seen, leaving behind two white jade skeletons.
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