It resisted with all its might.
Just like the first ripples of unease and anger when confronting the unknown, it went completely mad.
But like an ant trying to shake a tree, it couldn’t move this sword an inch.
The Heavenly Kingdom of Delay shattered in an instant, the power of Reverse Prohibition Reincarnation was worn down in an instant, and the three natal weapons of the Holy Ancestor, the Origin Mother Coffin, the Path-Extinguishing Mystic Ruler, and the Mixed Luo Cloud Brocade, were tossed away, instantly blown apart.
From the past to the future, from another world to this world.
The Zero Ancestral God should have been invincible in the world, but Xu Xiaoshou’s sword Hidden Bitter Heavenly Unravel left no corner in ten thousand worlds for self to stand.
"Xu! Xiao! Shou!"
A sword of Heavenly Unraveling luck, bringing along the Three Rivers and Two Seas.
The body of Saint Xin was cut down by the power of the River of Body Dao; the spirit was cut down by the power of the Spirit Dao River, the intent; was cut down by the power of the River of Intent.
With one sword, a billion years of cultivation, directly killed into emptiness.
At this mont, the Holy Demon completely lost itself, as obsessed and volatile as the Cursed Yin of all changes at that ti, with nothing but the instinctual will to survive left in its mind.
"There’s still a chance!"
"The luck of the Ten Ancestors can’t save , but the Eleventh Ancestor can, the mory Path can!"
...
"No..."
A cry of alarm ca from beyond ten thousand generations, and in the black mory traces, Dao Qiongcang’s heart jolted, also heaving a deep sigh.
It’s here...
The one that shouldn’t have co, still ca...
Amidst the sound of sizzling, it had just finished transporting the population of the Apricot Realm into the black mory traces of its divine palace.
Above the black River of mory, countless blood-colored mirror eyes cracked open, transforming into face after face of the Saint Xin’s maddened expression, roaring hoarsely:
"Give it to !"
"Dao Qiongcang, give it to !"
Sizzle sizzle sizzle...
The blood demon power in the black mory traces burned, and streams of power gathered and injected, forcibly condensing the final form of Saint Xin in the divine palace.
That form was no longer human, leaving only all kinds of manic desires with fangs bared, leaving only madness, only the instinct to survive, not even counting as Saint Xin, but rely a remainder of the Dao!
It lunged at Dao Qiongcang, and on the ever-twisting black and red fog-like body, scarlet eyes lit up, instantly flashing out the Pearl Gem Star Eyes, Three Loathso Eyes, Red Sorrowful Spiritual Pearl, Soul-Fixing Eyes, and other original divine powers that ford Saint Xin’s Dao.
Yet in the next mont, the power vanished, erased into nothing, because on the Plane of Xu Xiaoshou’s past life body, it was killed into emptiness with one sword.
"Xu Xiaoshou!"
Dao Qiongcang cried out in shock, no longer using the Spirit Rhinoceros Technique, instead extracting himself from the black mory traces.
He stood in the Apricot Realm, looking towards He Ting Mountain on the Shengshen Continent, where Xu Xiaoshou barely retracted Hidden Bitter, looking like a god with infinite mighty power.
If Xu Xiaoshou aided, this remnant of Saint Xin in the black mory traces was utterly insignificant, but...
"Pfft!"
Xu Xiaoshou opened his mouth and spat out black blood.
The Hidden Bitter in his hand was placed downwards, inserted into the mountain rock, and even the sword body softened, barely able to shakily support his owner’s body.
Exhausted?
Dao Qiongcang looked at his Xu.
Xu Xiaoshou looked at his Dao.
Just like when Jin Ren forcefully entered during the ti boundaries, looking at Zero Number with an interrogative look of whether to intervene, Dao Qiongcang suddenly fell into a consciousness struggle with the Dao ancestor.
At this mont, Xu Xiaoshou looked over after exhausting his sword force, leaving only white eyes. He clearly had a strong desire to help, yet only helplessness, resignation, and powerlessness remained, asking you to wish yourself well.
"..."
Dao Qiongcang was utterly speechless.
What was this, karma?
In the black mory traces, Saint Xin’s Dao remnant turned into a state of extrely evil ferocity, coming overwhelming closer.
Dao Qiongcang’s various powers, during the containnt of the Apricot Realm’s populace, were reduced to zero by that blood demon power which even Xu Xiaoshou did not dare to approach closely.
Even Zero Number lost all power, downgraded to nothing but a pile of mortal stones due to pollution, with no extra energy left to resist the final backlash of Saint Xin’s Dao remnant.
"Can’t it, give one chance?"
The world fell into dead silence, Dao Qiongcang’s eyes emptied, looking at the Saint Xin’s Dao remnant in the black mory traces, also pleading to Xu Xiaoshou with Hidden Bitter on He Ting Mountain.
"Heh heh heh..."
The remains of the Dao pounced on his face, the madness of Saint Xin, spurred by Dao Qiongcang, vividly recalled Dao Qiongcang’s previous betrayal:
"Ancestor, already gave you a chance!"
On He Ting Mountain, Xu Xiaoshou seed unable to see the commotion in the black mory traces and could not hear the sorrow in Dao Qiongcang’s words.
He seed to want to speak, opened his mouth, and again spat out black blood, his whole body weakly pressing down on Hidden Bitter and crashing to the ground, the light in his eyes extinguished:
"The burden is too great..."
"With Hidden Bitter’s one sword of Heavenly Unraveling, crossing spaceti, and extinguishing Saint Xin, it completely drained ..."
He tried his best to prop himself up, seemingly wanting to rush to the aid of Dao Qiongcang.
But with a slip, his body heavily fell again, his head hitting the stone and piercing through, showing he was likely extrely weakened:
"Damn it, still can’t make it..."
"In this case, my Dao, I can only rely on myself now..."
...
Deliberate!
Absolutely deliberate to disgust people!
How could Dao Qiongcang not see through Xu Xiaoshou’s trick, but the evil fruit planted at that ti must now be consud by himself.
After all, plotting against Xu Xiaoshou, that was more than once.
And now this guy chose to cut with one sword, leaving Saint Xin’s last breath, letting him choose to retaliate against himself.
Then borrowing the blood demon power of Saint Xin from before, and his own forced assistance to the Apricot Realm, he ground his own state to the bottom.
Two valleys, eting each other.
Xu Xiaoshou watched from the sidelines, waiting for the final change.
No matter who survived or died, he surely still had the last card to suppress the sole victor between the snipe and the clam.
Because regardless of whether the snipe wins or the clam prevails, it would exhaust all, with no power left to counter the subsequent Xu crane.
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