This palm tore the heaven and earth apart. Everyone could clearly see that the entire heaven and earth were trembling and groaning under this palm.
Even the heaven and earth cannot withstand such a force.
It crushed the sky inch by inch, and then suppressed Feng Qingming.
The palm fell, seemingly slowly but actually quickly. In fact, it landed on Feng Qingming in just a moment.
"Damn old man, he actually has this trick!"
Feng Qingming roared, his face ferocious, like a wild beast, no longer as calm and composed as before.
This move left him with no way to escape. The world that once allowed him to roam freely has now become a huge cage for him.
This cage imprisoned him and there was no way for him to escape.
“Ah! Ah!”
Feng Qingming was roaring, and his whole body suddenly burst into blood-red from the original golden light. This was his original color.
This is also the true nature of the technique he practices.
The Xuanwu flag that was originally protecting Feng Qingming above his head was turned into a ball of smoke by this horrifying palm the moment it just transformed into the Xuanwu image.
"puff!"
Feng Qingming spat out a mouthful of blood and was seriously injured.
There was a hint of disbelief in his eyes. He was injured, he was actually injured. You know, he hadn't been injured for many years. Since his master died, no one could hurt him.
That is to say, the first few generations of the saints had posed a threat to him, but there were also some who were secretly attacked and killed by him.
Later on, he became more and more powerful, and even the saints who had awakened their bloodlines were not taken seriously by him and became his prey.
I don’t know how long ago I got injured.
Now he has been hit hard!
However, before he could think about it, the next moment, the palm hit him.
Everyone watched helplessly as the palm strike from the sky came down and hit Feng Qingming. Compared to that terrifying palm strike, Feng Qingming was like an ant.
If you were a hundred miles away, you could still see the huge palm, but you couldn't see Feng Qingming.
"Ahhhh!" Feng Qingming roared and tried to block the palm.
"My dear disciple, accept your death!"
The voice of the Holy Ancestor was heard from above the sky.
Everyone saw a blood mist bursting out of Feng Qingming's body, and even heard the crisp sound of bones breaking.
Everyone just felt extremely happy. Feng Qingming was really too arrogant. He didn't take them seriously at all. He treated them like ants and killed them at will.
Now he has such a day too!
Everyone was very happy!
"As expected of the Saint Ancestor, even with only a spirit body, he can still launch such an amazing attack!"
"The Holy Ancestor is still protecting us after thousands of years!"
Countless people remembered the attack by the Holy Ancestor back then. It can be said that the Holy Ancestor saved the entire Shengyang Continent with his own strength.
Ten thousand years later, they still need the salvation of the Holy Ancestor.
"boom!"
The palm finally fell to the ground, leaving a huge handprint on the earth.
"Dead?"
This thought popped up in everyone's mind.
“Hahahahahaha!”
At this moment, a shrill laugh was heard.
"Old man, you can't kill me after all, you're too old!"
Everyone saw that Feng Qingming was standing in the huge handprint in an extremely miserable manner. His whole body was in rags. The Xuanwu flag that he had been practicing for thousands of years was also broken. His whole body was covered in blood, and no one knew how many bones were broken. He looked extremely miserable.
"If I don't die today, Hunyuan Dao will be destroyed in the future. This is what I said!"
Feng Qingming let out a long roar, tapped the air with his feet, and rose from the ground, flying away into the distance.
"No, chase!"
At this moment, Xuan Yangzi suddenly realized that Feng Qingming was probably just holding on. Not only did he look extremely miserable on the outside, he was also seriously hurt on the inside.
Otherwise, given Feng Qingming's vengeful character, how could he let this go
He must have been unable to hold on any longer. The palm strike just now had severely injured him, forcing him to do so.
Suddenly, a large number of masters finally reacted and chased in the direction of Feng Qingming.
There were also many people who bowed their heads to the Holy Ancestor in mid-air, expressing their gratitude to him for once again saving the Shengyang Continent.
Even if it is just the spirit of the Holy Ancestor, it makes no difference to them.
The Holy Ancestor calmly accepted these greetings. He did not care about their greetings and simply said, "This is the only time. This is the last time. After all, we still cannot eradicate this scourge!"
"From now on, it's up to you, my junior!"
The Holy Ancestor looked towards the depths of the central mountain gate of Hunyuan Dao, as if his eyes could penetrate the nine netherworlds.
As he spoke, the Holy Ancestor’s spirit disappeared into thin air.
For a moment, everyone was stunned, and then countless people burst into tears. They knew that this was the last time.
I’m afraid that in the future the Holy Ancestor will lose even the last bit of his spirit.
Countless people couldn't help but burst into tears.
Even the most hard-hearted person at this moment, facing the Saint Ancestor's lifelong battles, would burn his last spirit after death and fight for the Holy Sun Continent all his life.
The battle finally came to an end. Without Feng Qingming's support, the Blood God Cult's army was no match for the Hunyuan Dao's counterattack and suffered a crushing defeat all the way. The cities that had been occupied were almost all recaptured in the shortest time possible, and they pushed their way back into the depths of the Ten Thousand Mountains.
Hunyuan Dao's revenge was like a violent storm, directly tearing apart all the defenses of the Blood God Cult.
Various branch temples were uprooted along the way, and countless masters of the Blood God Cult were hunted down and fled everywhere.
This is the reason why monkeys scatter when the tree falls.
They even fought their way into the Blood God Cult's headquarters in the Ten Thousand Mountains. This time, without Feng Qingming's obstruction, no one could stop the Hunyuan Dao's army.
Without the masters, the elite troops were all killed or injured in Lu Xuan's previous attack, and there was no Feng Qingming, who was like a living god.
The Blood God Cult's headquarters was completely vulnerable and was uprooted, and even burned down in the end.
The raging flames lit up the night sky. Even from a distance, one could still see the flames covering the entire sky.
This tremendous battle, which determined the future fate of the entire Shengyang Continent, finally ended with the complete victory of Hunyuan Dao.
The significance of this battle even surpassed any previous battle. In this battle, Hunyuan Dao completely uprooted the Blood God Cult.
Thousands of years of entanglement and chaos finally came to an end in this generation, and Hunyuan Dao finally eliminated this thousand-year-old enemy.
For a moment, the whole world was in an uproar!
(End of this chapter)