Although the War Seal is the supreme imperial weapon of the War God Temple, it cannot be used easily. At this moment, the White-Clothed War God used his supreme magical power to evolve the War Seal into a peerless blow with terrifying power.
The collision of infinite darkness and infinite light, the confrontation between the Great Compassion Fist of Heaven and Earth and the Seal of War, the showdown between demons and gods, and the sublimation of two extreme forces!
Boom!
Everyone saw that above the sky, endless darkness and infinite light collided with each other, and then an extremely terrifying torrent broke out, piercing through the sky. The turbulent currents in the void raged, as if trying to swallow up the sun above the nine heavens.
Everyone felt that they had lost their hearing and everything in front of their eyes was white, as if they could not hear or see anything clearly!
"Who won?"
Everyone stared with eyes wide open, waiting for the outcome of the battle nervously.
Snap!
In the void, two figures suddenly flew out, and Lei Xuansha and the white-clothed god of war flew back at the same time.
However, the god of war in white looked like his clothes were fluttering and spotless, and his expression did not change at all, except that his eyes became more fierce.
Lei Xuansha looked extremely miserable, with large pieces of demonic scales on his body shattered, blood all over the place, and even the horn on his head was broken in half.
"Liu Baiyi, are you sure you want to fight to the death with me and die together?"
Lei Xuansha roared, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
"Die together? Unfortunately, you don't have the chance!"
The white-robed God of War said lightly, and his voice fell into Lei Xuansha's ears, and it sounded like a soul-calling song, causing his face to change drastically.
Snap!
At this moment, an extremely crisp sound suddenly came from the ancient Phantom Demon Tree rooted in Leishan Mountain, and the trunk of the ancient Phantom Demon Tree, which was as tall as the sky, was actually broken in the middle.
Endless demonic light gushed out, huge tentacles turned into pieces, and the ancient magic tree collapsed, like an ancient sacred mountain directly disintegrating. The terrifying aura made the void in all directions tremble violently.
In the very center, nine-colored divine light gushed out and turned into an incomparably terrifying devouring vortex, like a sun shining with infinite light, devouring the last of the power of the ancient magic tree.
"What?!"
"What it is?"
"Who destroyed the ancient magic tree?"
Everyone was stunned, and even their thoughts stopped functioning.
The scene before them was so dreamy that they couldn't believe that the ancient and ferocious Phantom Demon Tree was actually destroyed by someone like this
The nine-colored divine light was too brilliant, and a figure seemed to be vaguely seen in it, but no one could recognize who it was.
Buzz!
At the moment when the ancient magic tree was destroyed, the void trembled slightly, and the nine-colored divine light enveloped the figure, and it instantly disappeared from everyone's sight.
Ling Xiao quietly put away the wordless heavenly book, then used the secret arts of covering the sky and moving, and disappeared in the sky above Leishan Mountain, cutting off all divine thoughts that were probing him.
"Ah... Long Aotian, you and I are irreconcilable and will fight to the death!"
An extremely tragic roar emanated from Lei Xuanzha's mouth. The demonic light on his body was rapidly dissipating, and his aura was rapidly weakening. He soon fell from his previous arrogant state and returned to the peak of the Saint Realm.
"What? Could it be that the destruction of the Phantom Demon Ancient Tree is related to Uncle Long?"
"This... is impossible, right? Although Uncle Long has incredible combat power, he is only a semi-saint. How can he participate in such a world-shaking war?"
"It's indeed unlikely! But what does Lei Xuanzha mean by this?"
When everyone heard Lei Xuanzhao's roar, they all showed expressions of great surprise.
However, when they looked in the direction of Ling Xiao, they found that Ling Xiao was standing in the center of the three saints Liu Wenzheng, Chongxu and Chonghe, and was tightly protected.
When Ling Xiao noticed that everyone was looking at him, an innocent look appeared on his face, and there was just a hint of doubt in his eyes, which made everyone even more confused.
“Junior brother, you just took too much risk! Even if you have the protection of the Lord God of War, if someone discovers the Wordless Heavenly Book in your body, I’m afraid that the Temple of the God of War will not be able to protect you!”
Liu Wen Zheng said in a somewhat unpleasant voice.
How could he not know that Ling Xiao had quietly left before? It was just that he, Chongxu, and Chonghe did something to cover up for Ling Xiao, and no one noticed when Ling Xiao left.
"Brother, don't worry. As the saying goes, wealth and honor come in danger. How can a cultivator like me care about such a small risk? Don't you see that my cultivation has already broken through?"
Ling Xiao smiled slightly and exuded a little aura.
"Seventh turn half saint? Great, great... Hahaha, I didn't expect that junior brother's talent is so amazing. If he continues like this, he will soon become a saint!"
Chongxu and Chonghe's eyes lit up and they spoke with great excitement.
Ling Xiao did gain a lot this time. The most important thing was not that his cultivation level had improved by a small level. The most important thing was that after the Wordless Heavenly Book devoured the ancient magic tree, it was once again full of energy and was about to manifest a secret technique.
Moreover, Ling Xiao's Fantian Seal, Tuntian Sword, and even King Lei Ling and the Goddess of the Underworld all benefited greatly. They all seemed to be full. It can be imagined that after they refined those energies, they would definitely give Ling Xiao a big surprise.
Boom!
Above the void, an overwhelming palm print came across the sky, trying to completely suppress Lei Xuansha, containing a power fluctuation that could destroy all life.
The god of war in white had an indifferent expression and his attacks were extremely fierce.
"Ancestor, save me!!!"
Lei Xuanzhao's eyes were filled with extreme fear. He suddenly looked up to the sky and roared, uttering extremely obscure syllables, which turned out to be the most ancient language of the demon clan.
After the ancient magic tree was completely devoured by Ling Xiao, Lei Xuansha lost all his support, and his cultivation level completely fell to the level of a saint. He was no match for the white-clothed god of war.
At this moment, he completely felt the threat of death and couldn't help but roar.
But what made Lei Xuansha unbelievable was that after he asked for help, there was no movement at all. The figure he imagined did not arrive as promised. Lei Xuansha had a bad premonition in his heart.
Boom!
The white-robed God of War slapped Lei Xuansha on the body, but did not kill him outright. Instead, he restricted his cultivation and then lifted him up.
"Are you talking about Patriarch Lei Bo? What a pity, he didn't want to be a good ancestor, but chose to join the demon clan. He has already left before you. I will send you to see him now!"
The white-robed God of War spoke lightly, but when the voice reached Lei Xuanzha's ears, his face suddenly changed and his whole body began to tremble violently.
(End of this chapter)