Although it is dark night, in Qushan City at this moment, there is no comfort brought by the night, only endless fear and countless blood.
Su Anyuan looked at the tragic situation below, feeling extremely painful in his heart, because this was all the efforts of countless ancestors, but under a holy crystal and after Qu Shanrong went crazy, they all turned into nothingness.
"No more, it's all gone..."
Su Anyuan hugged his head and cried, and two lines of clear tears fell down along with the endless hatred.
"Damn, you damn..."
Su Anyuan stood up slowly. After losing his left arm, his figure looked a little depressed and thin.
A cool breeze blew by, and the empty sleeves floated in the wind.
"Since you are already crazy and cannot be defeated by me, then just go with me..."
Su Anyuan couldn't stand it anymore, and his heart felt like it was bitten by thousands of insects and silkworms. The heart-wrenching pain could not support Su Anyuan's continued avoidance.
"Die..."
Su Anyuan shouted angrily and rose into the sky, his whole body seemed to be burning with flames, extremely bright.
"City Lord..."
"No, second brother..."
"City Lord Su, don't..."
"Su Anyuan, you..."
Hai Siyao returned again and brought all the experts from the Hai family to support him, but now it was already too late.
"Brother Hai, you are finally here..."
Su Anyuan smiled, his whole person seemed to be floating on a sea of fire, and as the flames rose, they gradually disappeared.
"Coming, I'm coming..."
Tears fell on Hai Siyao's face.
Su Anyuan may not be as great as his ancestors, but he has dedicated his life and blood to this city over the years.
At the moment of life and death, Yao finally chose to be with Qu Shancheng.
The flames were like burning clouds under the setting sun, illuminating the entire sky, giving the entire sky a red light, and rising up as the bloody wheel fell.
"Brother Hai, this city will be handed over to you from now on. I hope you will not disappoint my expectations..."
Su Anyuan's figure was very firm, echoing in the sky and lingering for a long time.
"Qushan City, goodbye, farewell..."
Su Anyuan smiled, and the flame slowly rose.
"Su Anyuan, come and die..."
Qu Shanrong's arrogant laughter sounded, falling little by little with the bloody wheel. At this moment, Qu Shanrong was more like a demon god. His whole body was exuding endless spiritual power, and it was still spraying out. His whole body was washed away by the majestic spiritual power of the holy crystal, and his bloody body was torn to pieces.
But Qu Shanrong didn't care at all.
Because as long as he can win, then this city will be his, and he will be the Nine-Five Supreme.
"Die, just die to me..."
Qu Shanrong's eyes were lifeless, and all he saw were corpses of a group of moths fluttering into the flames.
Because these people are no longer their opponents.
"Ha ha……"
The wild laughter echoed throughout the nine heavens.
Crack, crackle...
Kaka...
The flames were shooting out, like a volcano erupting, emitting terrifying heat.
Ever since Su Anyuan lost his left arm, he was no longer a match for Qu Shanrong, and the flames covering his whole body at this time were really Su Anyuan using his own soul to shatter his own spiritual platform, allowing the soul fire to rise again, thus achieving this Effect.
This attack is the ultimate trick for a strong man in the Mountain Building Realm to have no way out, and it is also a trump card to perish with the enemy.
After one blow, not only will he return to nothingness, but his opponent will also be taken away.
But after his own death, nothing is left, not even his soul can be reincarnated. It is the true death of body and soul.
But for the sake of Qushan City and the peace of this city, Su Anyuan did not hesitate. After Qu Shanrong went crazy, he took action directly without thinking.
boom!
A shocking explosion.
No, it can no longer be regarded as an explosion, because nothing came out of the entire collision space. After the extreme collision, a bright spot like a photon was so bright that it was impossible to look directly at it.
He didn't listen to advice when he had something good to do. He glanced at the only bright spot in the sky and was blinded by the light.
Rumble…
The mountains on both sides made violent roaring sounds, which circled around for a long time and could not stop.
Extreme strength, extreme sublimation...
It lasted for almost half an hour, and then the bright spot slowly disappeared.
Everything came to nothing.
The bloody wheel disappeared, and the blazing flame disappeared.
The night sky is still the same, the moonlight shines down, covering the earth with silver.
The ruins on the ground seemed to remind the people of Qushan City that a bloody battle had taken place here.
There was no human figure in the sky, only a full moon hanging high, witnessing this battle for survival.
The seven blood-clothed generals, the four masters secretly trained by Su Anyuan, were now unable to do anything, because even they needed all their strength to resist the violent collision just now.
The entire seventh street and alley where the Hou Mansion was located was in ruins. Even if the occasional building stood, it was still shaky and could fall down at any time.
Behind the former site of the main hall of Qushanhou Mansion, a black house stood tall. Even after experiencing severe impacts, it still stood tall and showed no signs of swaying.
High in the sky, a jade mirror floats gently, as if it is nothing, drifting in the wind.
"Qushanhou is dead, the Qushan tribe's destruction is unstoppable, everyone rush forward..."
Someone in the crowd shouted something, and they suddenly went crazy like a pot exploding.
The destruction of the Qushan tribe means that the treasure pavilion of the Qushan tribe will become ownerless. If we don't snatch it now, then when?
That was the Qushan tribe, a powerful prince, so how could the Treasure Pavilion be inferior?
With a roar, whether they were cultivators from this city, cultivators from Liuyun Kingdom, or strong men from the Sixteen Kingdoms of Surabaya, they were all rushing.
The most important resource for a cultivator is that if he can get a treasure from the treasure pavilion of Qushanhou Mansion, he may be rich in this life.
"Grab it..."
Countless cultivators who survived seemed to be stunned and began to search in the ruins.
Since entering the Treasure Pavilion, Yang Ning and his party seemed to have lost contact with the outside world. Except for the shock when the old city lord passed away, they had no idea about the war in the outside world.
With the efforts of Yang Ning and Li Rendong, they finally removed all the treasures in the treasure pavilion after an hour. Not even the shelf that Dao Tu was interested in was left behind. Leave an inch.
At this moment, several people were in this house made of Mo Chen Tie, looking at Mo Chen Tie in a daze.
Because this house can no longer be called a house, it would be more accurate to say it is an iron box.
Because Mo Chen is made of solid iron, it is impossible to move the house at all, let alone move it into the space pot.
But it is impossible to get a few people to give up, because this is the material for forging artifacts.
Fortunately, there is no such blacksmith in the Qushan tribe, or in the entire Sixteen Kingdoms of Surabaya. Otherwise, the Qushan tribe at this time may already possess the divine weapon. If they want to destroy the Qushan tribe by then, I am afraid that even the entire Sixteen Kingdoms of Surabaya, It all needs to be weighed and weighed.
Even if there is no blacksmith, no one will give up such god-level materials, not to mention that human nature is greedy, so how can they give up so easily.
However, several people have been studying it for nearly half an hour, but still have no results.
The Mo Chen Iron is really too heavy, and if you want to move such a big iron box into the space pot, you will need at least the mental power of a mountain-building expert to do it, but among the few people, none of them can build a mountain. A strong person.
…
In a corner, the young man looked at the night sky. After seeing no movement for a long time, he felt sleepy and said to the old man in front of him: "Master, the fight here is over, let's go back."
"No, there are still things here, and we need an expert to rob the rich and help the poor..."
The old Taoist had a profound meaning and looked at the waste in front of him thoughtfully. The old Taoist looked dazed, showing his true nature again.
A wave of spiritual power spread out, groping around, and soon found a lonely and independent black house not far away.
"It turns out it's here. It's really hidden." The old Taoist pulled the young man, fearing that the young man would run away. A yellow talisman rose in the air, burned, and the two of them disappeared.
"How are you guys?" The old man suddenly appeared in the iron box where Mo Chentie was.
The old Taoist looks very friendly, but anyone can see that his face is not worthy of his name.
"Is that you?" Yang Ning turned around and quickly recognized the person. It was Lao Dao and Yao Xinhen whom he hadn't seen for several years.
Yao Xinhen was still spinning for a while, when Yang Ning suddenly appeared in front of him, and he was shocked.
"Yang Ning, why are you here?" Yao Xinhen was a little surprised, because the battle in the sky just now had the power to destroy the world, but Yang Ning and the others were safe and sound.
"Me? I'm here..." Yang Ning didn't know how to speak.
"He is stealing things here, and they are good things." The old man seemed to be familiar with it. He looked around and saw that the surrounding area was empty. He suddenly got angry and looked at Yang Ning as if he wanted to eat him.
"Boy, spit out the good stuff quickly..." The old Taoist priest was sure that the empty place had something to do with Yang Ning.
"Old senior, what do you mean?" Yang Qiong was the first to speak. It was the first time for Yang Qiong to meet the old Taoist, so he naturally didn't know his origins. But if he could suddenly appear out of thin air, he was no longer a mortal. However, he was naturally unhappy when he heard that he was giving things to Yang Ning.
"Adults speak, children, don't interrupt." The old Taoist said suddenly, covering Yang Qiong's eyes, as if to say that Yang Qiong was not enlightened, he turned back to stare at Yang Ning, and a spiritual power enveloped him.
Everyone around him was instantly evaded by three to four feet and unable to move forward at all.
"So... so strong..." Dao Tu felt sweat dripping down his back.
Yang Ning's expression was as usual, he looked at the old man and said, "Senior, do you want a share of the pie?"
"Of course!" Lao Dao blurted out.
"Senior, have you noticed my heeling?" Yang Ning has been born in two generations, so he naturally understands the meaning of the old saying, "Speak when adults speak, and children should not interrupt."
"Ning Zun, don't be so secretive. Come on, let's talk openly. Are you going to tell the difference or not?" Everyone shed tears.
Yang Ning's expression changed greatly, because in his previous life, he was called Ning Zun by the world, but how did this old Taoist know this, and he didn't know this old Taoist yet.
Then I thought about the old Taoist magic talisman. After thinking about it for a long time, there was still no information.
"Who are you?" Yang Ning was already shocked.
"Don't worry about who I am. If you don't know me, just tell me whether we are different or not?"
The old Taoist's eyes kept rolling, and he looked like an unscrupulous Taoist priest.
"Master, Yang Ning, what are you going to say?" Yao Xinhen was naturally very familiar with the old Taoist's aura.
"Adults speak, children, don't interrupt..." The old Taoist said as usual, forcing Yao Xinhen back two feet again. He was about to be forced out of the room, but was blocked by the big stone at the door.
"Should we separate them? Ning Zun." The old Taoist was determined and looked at Yang Ning.
"If you don't tell the difference, I will pass it out and tell Tiandao Sect that you are still alive and I didn't know you..."
"Stop talking, I'll share, I'll share, that's not enough." Yang Ning thought about it again and again, and finally relaxed after hearing this.
But who is this veteran? Yang Ning was full of questions.
