In the towering palace shrouded in clouds and mist, at the end of the dozens of feet long green jade steps, a man in a golden robe sat upright on a huge chair as white as jade.
The magnificent hall was now in a mess!
Not only were there many broken weapons such as axes, halberds, hooks and forks discarded on the ground, but there were also all kinds of rare treasures scattered everywhere. Several of the huge Panlong pillars on both sides were broken, leaving only half of the pillar bases.
The magnificent and majestic hall was dead silent. Apart from the man in the golden robe sitting there alone, there was no other figure.
The man in the golden robe turned a blind eye to all this and just stared blankly at an object on the ground not far away.
On a huge plaque that is nearly half broken, the two huge golden characters "Lingxiao" exude endless majesty.
A loud "boom" sound!
After the huge palace trembled slightly, dense silver spiritual patterns appeared in every corner and spread rapidly, layer after layer, more and more, and in a moment it covered the entire hall like a huge silk net.
There were continuous loud noises like thunder outside, and silver spiritual patterns flashed wildly in the hall. At the same time, the ground cracked and the ceiling of the hall made a creaking sound.
“Finally, this moment has come!”
The man in the golden robe finally raised his head, muttered something, and looked towards the top of the hall. There was a faint layer of white light covering his face, and his features could not be seen at all.
The purple-gold roof of the hall collapsed and shattered with a "bang". Amidst countless flying fragments, a mountain-sized demonic hand reached down fiercely to grab the man in the golden robe.
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A golden mountain over ten thousand feet high was wrapped in endless green devil flames. From the temple on the top of the mountain, bursts of Sanskrit chanting continued to be heard. At the same time, countless golden Sanskrit characters flew out, desperately resisting the approach of nearby devil flames.
But as time passed, fewer and fewer Sanskrit words flew out of the giant mountain, and the sound of Sanskrit Buddhist chants gradually became weaker. Soon, they were drowned out by the rolling green flames, and no sound was left.
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In the dark and gloomy ghost land, at the gate of the black and ferocious giant city, countless strange ghosts rushed out with strange screams. Some evil ghosts either flew on the strange wind or burrowed into the ground to escape, like a raging flood, disappearing densely in the gray wilderness outside.
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The world! Noon!
The sky was as dark as ink, without a trace of sunlight. Both the city and the wilderness seemed like late at night, with only a few lights faintly visible.
In some cities and towns, under the lights, one can vaguely see countless people looking up at the black sky, some in amazement, some in extreme fear.
Suddenly, bursts of low humming sounds were heard in the dark sky, and they became louder and sharper, as if countless people were crying softly, making people feel extremely sad and burst into tears.
Almost at the same time, dense red lights flashed in the sky, followed by red meteorites piercing through the darkness. Some were as big as mountains, while others were as big as houses. They fell to the earth with a rumble and spread across the four continents.
During the Tang Dynasty, a demon swallowed the sky. The sky wept and rained fire down upon the world, causing heavy casualties among the people. — "Demon Tribulation Record"