Chapter 971: Collapse God (additional updates to the leader Q Chai~)


    The sword light retreated and all fluctuations stopped.


    In the hall of the temple, there was a silence around it, and only Mo Hua exhaled slightly after exerting all her strength.


    After several fierce battles, this God-Slaying Sword has almost exhausted all his divine thoughts.


    In the middle of the hall, the evil fetus was also divided into two.


    Half of it is blood-red, full of deformed sarcoma, and the remaining limbs of the demon are fused, making it a monster like a flesh-and-blood embryo.


    The other half is a golden body.


    He was wearing golden armor and was majestic. Although half of his body was cut off, he had the pure aura of a god.


    It is Huangshanjun.


    The scene in front of you is also in line with the predictions of ink painting.


    The difference in realm between him and this evil fetus is too great. Even if he uses the God-Slaying Sword, he may not be able to really kill it completely.


    What''s more, this is a "stillborn baby", which is difficult to define. How can it be considered dead?


    Once you cannot be killed, all your previous efforts will be wasted.


    Therefore, ink painting can only find a different way.


    With the sharpness of the Divine Sword, coupled with the laws of the Heavenly Demon''s Love Dao, we cut off the good and evil, cut open the divine body, and completely separate the Huangshan Lord and the evil fetus.


    In this way, you can save Huangshan Jun.


    At the same time, it can greatly weaken the strength of the evil fetus.


    And Huangshanjun is his "friend". As long as he is out of control of the evil fetus, he will naturally be his helper.


    After going back and forth, it is equivalent to turning half of the strength of the evil fetus into one''s own use.


    You can be invincible, and you can only let this evil fetus be concocted by yourself.


    Now, the purpose of ink painting has finally been achieved.


    Huang Shanjun was finally rescued by him.


    Huang Shanjun''s eyes were slightly condensed, and he couldn''t believe it.


    "It turned out to be...separated..."


    On the wound of the divine body, a wisp of breath that cut me off my affection remained, completely isolated all breaths and cut off his connection with the evil fetus.


    Is it because of the Demonic Way?


    Is this little kid a human, a god, or a demon?


    How could he practice the devil’s way? How could it be learned...


    Huang Shanjun was amazed.


    Mo Hua breathed a long sigh of relief, slowly stood up straight, and smiled, "Shanjun..."


    Halfway through the words, the smile on Mo Hua''s face froze and his expression gradually became solemn.


    The evil fetus and Huangshanjun were completely cut off.


    The right and evil are clear.


    But Huang Shanjun, who had only pure spiritual thoughts, began to seep blood from his body little by little. The blood from his body turned black little by little, turned into pus and blood, and produced carrion, which was contaminated little by little.


    Ink painting is silent.


    Huang Shanjun looked at all this and seemed not surprised. He looked up at Mo Hua and sighed softly:


    "I said, you can''t save me."


    "I am the evil fetus, and the evil fetus is me..."


    "Even if I am divided and become a **** again, I will continue to degenerate into the evil **** little by little..."


    The eyes of the ink painting were a little dimmed.


    The majestic Huangshanjun''s eyes became gentle, half regretful, half grateful to the ink painting:


    "But you did help me... give me the opportunity to end this feud, defend the dignity of the gods, no longer be humiliated by the evil gods of the Great Wilderness, and be free from this endless nightmare..."


    Mo Hua was stunned and slowly raised her head, "Mr. Shan, you..."


    The evil spirit is still spreading, and Huangshan Jun’s momentum changes, and the golden light turns into the body of the god, a huge Huang Daxian.


    His origin was burning, and the power of his supernatural powers surged to the extreme, and even reached the verge of self-destruction.


    Mo Hua understood what Huangshan Jun was going to do, and immediately felt shocked and shouted, "Shanjun!"


    Huang Shanjun turned around and stared at the ink painting with his long narrow eyes. There was a sense of determination in his eyes that would die, and there was also deep hesitation and hesitation.


    He seemed to be fighting between heaven and man in his heart, and he was struggling with something.


    This matter seems to be more important than his life and death.


    Finally, he looked at Mo Hua deeply, with complex eyes, not only helpless trust, but also mixed with the only hope.


    "May I have your name?"


    Mo Hua was stunned and said, "Mo Hua."


    Huang Shanjun nodded and said solemnly: "If we are really friends, I would like to ask you something..."


    "Take mine..." Huang Shanjun paused, "...Leave Gushan."


    Mo Hua was stunned for a moment. He didn''t understand what Huangshan Jun was talking about.


    “Shanjun, what…”


    But Huangshanjun no longer said anything, but waved his sharp claws, driving the powerful power of divine thoughts, and slapped the ink painting away with a slap.


    Huangshanjun, who showed his true nature, is extremely powerful.


    Mo Hua could not resist this force at all. He was swept by this divine power and flew out of the hall and landed gently on the ground.


    He sent the ink painting out of the hall, Huangshan Jun roared to the sky, and the divine power at the peak of the third grade began to boil, and finally manifested into mountains.


    These peaks were completely condensed by divine power, and were shining with golden light, just like the essence, completely sealing the entire hall.


    Super powers, burial of the mountain.


    The divine power began to collapse, and the divine mountain began to collapse.


    For a moment, it was like a mountain collapse and a crack in the ground, and the roar sounded.


    This amazing power actually contained a trace of the "collapse" rule, which made Mo Hua feel very nervous.


    Just like the formation collapses.


    But this disintegration is not a formation, not spiritual power, but a divine thought.


    Huangshanjun used his magical powers to disintegrate his third-grade divine consciousness from the most original source, producing a lethal force that makes all ink paintings feel terrifying.


    If this power explodes, the entire nightmare will turn into ashes and everyone will die.


    But just like the formation collapses, the stronger the power, the more converges.


    In order not to hurt the ink painting, Huangshan Jun also deliberately limited the power of the disintegration of his divine thoughts to the main hall.


    The entire hall is filled with devastating power of nirvana.


    In the moment, the ink painting even saw the changes in the way of heaven after the disintegration of the mind power, which turned into the dark law.


    In his eyes, there was a magnificent but terrifying flower of "Divine Destruction".


    But there is only this moment.


    Soon, the majestic and violent divine thoughts filled the entire hall.


    Then, everything disappeared without a trace and returned to nothingness.


    All the breath disappeared.


    Mo Hua was shocked and hesitated for a moment, slowly stepped into the temple, and then hesitated for several fierce battles, the already shaky temple was completely ruined.


    The blockbusters, the magnificent walls, were disintegrated into ashes.


    There is also a huge pit on the ground.


    Apart from that, nothing is gone, everything is wiped out, everything is wiped out.


    The evil fetus is gone, and neither is Huangshanjun.


    The **** of the Lone Huangshan, the third-grade peak Huangshan Lord, died together with the evil fetus.


    "Mr. Shan, I''m dead..."


    Ink painting is a little sad.


    Suddenly, the causal energy trembled.


    Mo Hua was stunned, let go of his spiritual sense, and scanned the temple again, and then he found a faint golden light in the middle of the hall.


    Mo Hua looked closer and slowly opened her eyes wide.


    The essence!


    This is a wisp, pure gold, third-grade magical marrow!


    “Mr. Shan?”


    Mo Hua felt it for a moment, sighed, and felt a little regretful.


    This is the pure essence, without a trace of will.


    Shanjun was completely dead.


    This golden essence is more like... a "gift" left to him by Shanjun.


    This is the pure gold third-grade divine essence.


    The essence of the past is much purer and much more precious.


    Even the ink painting can feel the opportunity to break through the twenty lines of spiritual consciousness.


    Mo Hua was grateful and also a little confused.


    "Shanjun is so nice to me, right? What do you want me to do?"


    Ink Painting remembered again, Shan Jun’s last sentence:


    "If we were really friends... took mine... and left Gushan."


    The essence?


    Possible...


    But I felt that the ink painting was not right. He always felt that this essence was left for him by Huang Shanjun.


    Because it is impossible to let go when it comes to the essence of your mouth.


    Huangshan Jun cannot understand how powerful the divine marrow is to the existence of gods and even god-like gods.


    What''s more, looking at Huang Shanjun''s entangled expression at that time, what he said was obviously a more important instruction...


    He didn''t even dare to say it.


    “What will it be?”


    Mo Hua frowned and couldn''t figure it out for a moment.


    He thought about it for a while, and suddenly the top of his head trembled, a stone fell down, cracked into thoughts, and there were slight cracks on the ground.


    "not good…"


    Mo Hua suddenly realized that the evil fetus had died and the nightmare began to collapse.


    “Elder Xun…”


    Mo Hua quickly got up, wanting to see how Elder Xun and the others were like, and whether they were affected. But as soon as they took a step, a huge repulsive force came, and the space cracked, forming a vortex of virtuality and reality, which completely pulled Mo Hua into it.


    The evil fetus is the center of the nightmare.


    Once the evil fetus died, the entire nightmare began to collapse from the temple.


    Ink paintings were the first to be sent away.


    After the ink painting disappeared, the dream was still collapsing little by little.


    In the corner of the hall, there was still half a dragon bone in a place where no one noticed it or even ink paintings.


    Above the dragon bone, a wisp of the power of the disintegration of the divine thought remained.


    This disintegrating force disintegrated the keel bone bit by bit.


    The dragon energy on the dragon bone is also resisting this destructive power.


    Suddenly the dragon bone trembled, revealing an eye. The eyes were turbid and old, which was the eyes of the second elder.


    He looked deeply at the place where the ink painting disappeared and murmured to remember the name:


    “Ink painting…”


    Then the dragon energy dissipates and the dragon bones completely disintegrate.


    But before the dragon bone collapsed, the dream collapsed first. The second elder''s remnant thoughts also left the nightmare and floated to where it was...


    …


    Qianxuezhou area.


    Qiandao Sect.


    While the evil fetus died, a layer of evil, hazy fog of cause and effect dissipated.


    The ancestor of the Shen family, who was meditating and practicing, suddenly opened his eyes and covered his chest, and felt a palpitation in his heart for no reason.


    "what happened…"


    The ancestor of the Shen family frowned, pinched his fingers, and immediately changed his expression and called out, "Come on!"


    A confidant elder of the Shen family walked in and bowed, "Old ancestor."


    "Quick," the ancestor of the Shen family said in a trembling voice, "Go to Gushan and eliminate the karma..."


    The confidant elder of the Shen family was stunned and whispered: "Old ancestor, the noise is too loud, and it may cause other families to notice..."


    "I can''t care about so many things anymore, go!" The ancestor of the Shen family scolded, "Send all the people who can be tuned, use fire techniques, fire talismans, fire arrays, and all those things..."


    This is the first time that the elder of the Shen family saw the ancestor lose his composure so much. He immediately felt cold in his heart and realized that the problem might be more serious than he thought.


    "Yes!" The elder of the Shen family bowed and then hurriedly retreated.


    The ancestor of the Shen family sat on the spot with his thigh, frowned, and was still worried.


    "How could it be leaked..."


    "Also, where did this ancient evil spirit come from? Who is it... I can even hide it..."


    …


    While the ancestor of the Shen family was shocked.


    Taixu Sect, the elder''s residence.


    Mr. Xun, who was fiddling with the compass and recording something, immediately got a headache.


    He calculated the current compass back to the position, and then deduced it in the direction of Gushan, his expression suddenly changed, he pinched a sword talisman and sent it out.


    After a while, Xun Zixian came over and said respectfully:


    "Old ancestor."


    Mr. Xun said in a deep voice: "It''s not advisable to take some elders of the sect and go to Gushan immediately."


    "Lonely Mountain?"


    "There is a big cause and effect that has emerged," Mr. Xun looked solemn, "and... the ink painting is there too."


    Xun Zixian''s heart trembled and he nodded immediately:


    "good!"


    …


    Not only the ancestors of Qiandao Sect and Taixu Sect, but also some ancestors of other major families and sects have noticed abnormalities one after another.


    “There is something strange in the northwest…”


    “What is the territory of the Shen family?”


    "You send someone over..."


    "Don''t alarm the snake, don''t alarm the Shen family..."


    "If you want to find out the news, you can find out how much you can..."


    "This old fox also fails..."


    "See if you can catch some slap..."


    "If you walk by the river often, you won''t be able to get your shoes wet..."


    “…I’ll find a way to take a bite of the fat meat.”


    News came out of news about the aristocratic families and senior sects, and groups of monks, either openly or secretly, pretending to be unintentionally, or intentionally gathered towards the direction of Gushan...


    The situation is changing and the undercurrents begin to surge.


    …


    Gushan, in the temple.


    In the ink painting woke up in a daze, his eyes couldn''t open for a moment, accompanied by a little tinnitus. In the hazy, I heard someone murmuring, and the sound of a knife cutting flesh and blood.


    "The Royals of the Great Wilderness..."


    "…What''s so great about it? After all, he is just a puppet of the Lord of God, a slave of the first grade..."


    "Your only use is your bloodline."


    “…The blood of the royal family is the foundation of the Great Wilderness Dragon.”


    "Now, this dragon pattern has been developed and will usher in its new owner. If you... are not worthy, you should be buried at the bottom of this lonely mountain forever with your ambition..."


    …


    This sound is as hoarse as a beast, not like a human voice.


    Mo Hua tried her best to open her eyes and could vaguely see a blurred figure, and then her vision gradually became clear.


    He saw the scene in front of him.


    A demon with pale skin and distorted facial features is peeling off Shen Tu Ao''s skin.


    This scene was bloody.


    What surprised Mo Hua even more was that the pale demon''s head was that at some point another head was revealed.


    This head is not a real thing, but a blood-colored phantom.


    The face is gentle, but with a few traces of madness and a gentle temperament, but with a few traces of tyranny.


    Although I have never seen this face, Mo Hua intuitively guessed his identity from the first step through the bond of cause and effect:


    Mr. Tu!


    This pale demon is actually Mr. Tu’s flesh and blood puppet!


    While Mo Hua opened her eyes, "Mr. Tu" who was parasitic to the demon also noticed an abnormality.


    It held a sacrificial knife in its right hand and pinched the unskinned human skin in its left hand. It turned its head gloomyly and looked at Mo Hua, its fierce pupils were full of confusion.


    "You... aren''t dead?"


    "Impossible... You have entered the nightmare of God Lord, you cannot die, you cannot escape..."


    "God Lord..."


    "Mr. Tu" felt it in his heart, and then his whole expression changed, and he became extremely frightened:


    “Where is the Lord of God?!”


    "Why is my Lord... gone?!"


    His eyes suddenly became extremely ferocious, staring at Mo Hua, shouting loudly at the top of his lungs:


    "What did you do?"


    "Quick! Tell me!"


    “Where is the divine fetus of my Lord?!”


    "Why are you missing?!"


    (This chapter ends)