Qin Ming arrived in an instant, appearing above, and the power gushed out of his palm was as vast as a vast ocean, with billions of runes, which completely submerged the Emperor Qianyuan below.
"Sura! Enough!"
Qin Ming shouted, and grabbed the deep space with one hand, and the Nether Hell, which was crazily looting in the second world, immediately broke away and rushed towards Qin Ming, turning into a death scythe on the way.
The death scythe has hundreds of millions of murderous auras, like a mountain and river erupting, like a vast ocean, more like a starry sky collapsing, and the rumbling loud noise resounds through the endless universe.
A large swath of the universe has turned into a vast ocean of lifeless energy, utterly terrifying, shattering all vitality.
Immediately, the Immortal Demon Knife soared into the sky, the ancestral soul inside roared, and all the emperor bones were mobilized with the strongest power, as if they were about to be sacrificed, their power was unprecedented, the killing intent swept across the universe, and the killing power was endless.
At this moment, it seemed that the refined emperors had phantoms around the Immortal Demon Knife.
The primordial ancestor of chaos and the ancestors of desolate spirits both stopped in the distance, mobilizing the strongest moves, and locked on Emperor Qianyuan.
Emperor Qianyuan was aware of the crisis, but he didn't dare to poke his head out. He immediately mobilized all the blood in his body, stabilized his heavy armor, and activated the God Burying Cauldron with blood, awakening the most powerful power of this peerless killer.
"Clang!!"
Qin Mingyi grasped the death scythe, raised both hands, and slashed down angrily at the Xuanwu tortoise shell below.
"Roar!!"
The Burial God Cauldron crashed out, spun into the sky, and the billowing air waves settled down like a Milky Way for nine days. The boundless murderous aura silenced the universe.
At this moment, God Burying Cauldron spread out boundless phantoms, not only recreating the war of the Great Destruction, but also recreating the primitive world of the Eternal Era, and all the strong inside roared to the sky.
However... the death power of the death scythe reached its peak at this moment, and it actually affected the resentment and murderous aura in the God Burying Cauldron from a distance.
These powerful forces that were inspired by Emperor Qianyuan to launch a counterattack collapsed at this moment.
It is as if hundreds of millions of subjects worship the king.
It's more like a million soldiers greet the commander.
Boom! ! The death scythe split open the God Burying Cauldron, and fell on Emperor Qianyuan in an instant.
The thick tortoise shell was vulnerable to a single blow, and it was instantly split open, piercing through the body even more.
Blood flowed wildly, bones shattered, and the body of the Xuanwu demon was split in half.
Immediately afterwards, the endless resentment of the Burial God Cauldron, as well as the bursting energy, were forcibly torn down by the death scythe, and landed right in the middle of the split.
A loud noise seemed to shake the prehistoric world, like breaking through the ages! Endless rays of light then bloomed, surpassing the sun god wheel by more than ten times, illuminating the boundless universe! The next moment, the endless light suddenly gathered, compressed to the extreme, and then released suddenly, like a million oceans out of control, vast and endless, endless.
Qin Ming immediately stabilized the world, grabbed the Nether Hell and retreated quickly.
They were about to kill the Immortal Demon Knife who came over to make up a knife, they all retreated in embarrassment, and were sucked into the deep space by the howling energy.
If Qin Ming hadn't intercepted the front in time, the celestial warriors such as the Fierce Hell Demon Phoenix might have been directly reduced to ashes.
The tragic explosions continued, and the torn Qianyuan Emperor was bloody and bloody, completely disfigured.
He tried his best to struggle out, but was repeatedly ravaged by terrifying explosions, especially the collapse of the Burying God Cauldron, which turned the most powerful weapon into his beheading knife.
After Qin Ming stabilized the world, he controlled the death scythe and killed the past again.
Qianyuan Tiandi forcibly merged his battle body, knocked out of the chaos, and still wanted to return to his second world. As long as he returned there, he still had the power to fight. Even if he died, he would be buried with Qin Ming.
However... he had just appeared, billowing with death energy, and the death scythe carrying the resentment of the two worlds crashed down, grabbing the basalt armor.
There was a loud bang, like two planets colliding, and the violent air wave shook the universe, dissipating a piece of energy. In the next moment, Emperor Qianyuan was split open again, and the blood was soaring.
"cut!!"
Qin Ming frantically rotated the death scythe, urging boundless murderous aura.
One knife! One knife! ... Qin Ming killed to the point of insanity, to the point of boiling, without giving Qianyuan Tiandi any chance, he chopped thirty thousand knives, splitting Qianyuan Tiandi into pieces all over the sky.
"Ghost!"
Qin Ming released the death scythe, which turned into a boundless nether hell, and swept in all the fragments of the sky.
boom! Boom boom boom! Ghost mountains like pillars of heaven formed violently, and under the evolution of Qin Ming, they ran across the Netherworld, suppressing every scattered piece of flesh and blood.
Each ghost mountain is as high as 10,000 zhang, towering into the sky, surrounded by chain-like dark patterns, boiling and billowing dark fire, and various seals extend below, blending with the stratum and connecting with the nether space.
"Roar..." Every fragment was madly resisting, boiling with the power of the Emperor of Heaven, but because of the infinite 'split', the energy was weakened to the extreme, and it was completely suppressed.
The soul of Emperor Qianyuan was suppressed to the deepest part of the Netherworld.
The death knell is majestic, exuding a chaotic ghostly aura that soars into the sky, and hundreds of millions of rays of dark light hang down.
Every roar caused the entire Netherworld to shake, and every ripple was like ripples in time and space.
Shura sits on the Nether Throne, and the Zulong entangles the death knell to jointly suppress it.
"Ah! I'm not reconciled!"
"Ah..." "I'm not reconciled..." Emperor Qianyuan was roaring crazily, but he was imprisoned in the death knell, cutting off his connection with the outside body with the force of life and death.
Sitting cross-legged in the deep space of the universe, Qin Ming personally controls the Nether Hell, and cooperates with Shura, Zhanzu, and endless ghosts to refine the body fragments of Emperor Qianyuan.
Emperor Qianyuan is too strong, it is impossible to destroy and disappear directly.
What's more, if the destruction is not complete, it is easy to escape into the depths of the universe and become a big threat in the future.
Qin Ming simply took advantage of the extremely powerful Nether Hell to suppress Emperor Qianyuan.
As long as the body is cleaned up, the soul will be easy to handle, and then the opponent's boundary source can be smoothly integrated.
In the new world, dust covers the sky and shrouds the common people, the rainstorm is boundless, the thunder splits the sky, and the raging power of the five elements continues to bring disasters to the whole world.
Especially in the eight continents, the mountains and rivers collapsed, the spiritual veins dried up, and the underground magma surged violently, colliding with the influx of sea water, stirring up monstrous mist.
The common people are crying, and the people are dying.
They forget their prayers and are dying in confusion and disaster.
However, although the disaster was huge, it did not continue to intensify. Although the chaos filled the field of vision, there was no more terrifying riot.
A large number of surviving creatures looked at the sky anxiously.
Isn't the emperor fighting
Why is it quiet
Is it over, or what
More and more creatures looked up at the sky, but what they saw was either dust and mist, or torrential rain and thunder, and thick clouds and mist covered everything.
They can't see anything.
But... they felt a familiar feeling, which was peace.