The land of heaven and earth is this kind of place, such a fairy mountain, even if a mortal stays there for a long time, he can still realize the truth!
Uh-huh!
With a streak of light, Zhang Qian escaped directly into the fairy mountain and saw the core of Taiqing Dachitian at a glance.
It was a round orb, hazy, emitting bursts of clear light. It looked a bit ethereal, as if it were condensed from the pure air of the nine heavens.
In fact, it is extremely heavy, containing the power of the entire Taiqing Great Red Heaven, making it impossible to shake.
Inside the hazy clear light, there was a vague figure sitting there, exactly like Hongjun.
This is the brand of divine consciousness that Hongjun left inside, and it is also the basis for his control over the authority of this heaven.
With a sneer, Zhang Qian turned his hand and held out the burial coffin, and a wisp of the aura of the end, as thin as a hair, floated out.
With a thought, this ray of final energy changed and suddenly turned into a ray of creation energy.
Uh-huh!
The energy of creation rushed towards the core hub of Yuantuotuo.
If it is the energy of the end, the core hub will definitely block it instinctively. However, when faced with the energy of creation, it will instead send out a suction force, attracting the energy of creation to come.
With a swish, this ray of good fortune was integrated into the core hub and came to the shadow of Hongjun who was sitting cross-legged.
Not only that, the energy of creation turned into a green halo, surrounding Hongjun's shadow.
"interesting!"
Zhang Qian narrowed his eyes and thought, the aura of creation surrounding Hongjun's shadow suddenly changed and turned into an aura of finality!
laugh!
After an extremely subtle sound, Hongjun's shadow disappeared into thin air and was turned into nothingness by the aura of the end!
After annihilating Hongjun's shadow and making this heavenly core ownerless, in order to prevent the final air from destroying the heavenly core, Zhang Qian had a thought, and the final air once again turned into the air of creation. Return to the Sky Burial Coffin!
Everything was so easy, even the shadow of Hongjun inside the core of the heaven was annihilated before he could react.
Thanks to the magical power of the Sky Burial Coffin, it can turn the aura of the end into the aura of creation. Otherwise, it would not be so simple for Zhang Qian to obliterate the Hongjun imprint in the core of the heaven.
"not good!"
Hongjun, who fled to the land of Jiuyou and was recovering from his injuries on the vast altar, exclaimed.
"What? You've fallen into this situation, and something even worse has happened?"
Panzu sneered and said gloatingly.
If it hadn't been for the will of those transcendent strong men in the omnipotent and immortal thoughts to stop him, he would have taken the opportunity to take action and annihilate Hongjun, whose cultivation level had plummeted.
He didn't know what agreement Hongjun had made with the wills of those transcendent and strong men, allowing those wills to protect him, and also showed him the way to restore his foundation.
This made Panzu extremely unhappy.
"Who did it!"
Hongjun's face was twisted. Just now, he sensed that the authority of Taiqing Dachitian had disappeared, and that layer of heaven was no longer under his control.
The strange thing is that the brand of spiritual consciousness he left in the core of the heaven did not send back any information, which means that the brand of spiritual consciousness he left in the core of the heaven was wiped out silently.
This left him with no idea who did it.
A quarter of an hour later, Yu Qingqing Weitian’s authority also disappeared.
"Who is it?"
Hongjun's anger rose, but there was nothing he could do. His cultivation level had plummeted, his foundation was damaged, and he did not dare to leave the Jiuyou Land.
"Jie Jie Jie Jie! Hongjun, show up, you can't hide!"
At this moment, Luo Hu's ferocious laughter faintly sounded in Hongjun's ears, and the laughter rang out from the Jiuyou land below.
"Luo Hu, you dare to come to Jiuyou Land, you are really looking for death!"
Hongjun's eyes flashed with joy and he looked towards Wan Wuyi who was presiding over the altar in the distance.
"Hmph! Another outsider comes, Panzu, go and send him away!"
The detached strong wills in the indestructible thoughts said in unison.
Panzu's face darkened and he said in a dull voice: "That person is Luo Hu, the supreme demon ancestor. The origin of demons in this world. I am not his opponent. It is better for the saints to take action personally!"
He will not help Hongjun.
Just when Luo Hu was about to face the will of a group of transcendent strong men, Zhang Qian went all the way down from Taiqing Dachitian to annihilate the Hongjun imprints in the core of the heaven layer by layer. The process went very smoothly without any accidents.
The Emperor Slayer above the Nine Heavens has completely gained the upper hand. Instead of recovering, the power of the Twelve Ancestral Witches has been consumed more and more, gradually drying up. Let alone condensing Pangu's true form, they cannot even attack the Emperor Slayer. Only resistance is left.
"rise!"
The emperor suddenly screamed, and the red hydrangea skyrocketed in size, from a foot wide to thousands of miles wide in an instant.
Boom!
Such a huge red hydrangea disappeared in a flash, and when it reappeared, it was already outside the northern Tianmen.
Buzz!
The humming sounded, and the huge red hydrangea continued to skyrocket. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a giant one hundred thousand miles away, like a bright red star, crushing over the hundreds of millions of witches below.
But after hearing countless screams, the red hydrangea rolled through the void, crushing countless Wu clan members to death on the spot.
"withdraw!"
Hou Tu gritted his teeth, shouted in a low voice, and gave an unquestionable order!
The remaining ancestral witches are not fools. If they continue to fight without being able to condense Pangu's true form, more witch clans will be wiped out, and maybe even more ancestral witches will die.
"Ah...! Hateful!"
Gonggong roared angrily but had to turn around and leave.
There were only about eight trillion of the Wu clan left outside the three heavenly gates. After hearing Hou Tu's order, they could only leave unwillingly.
"Stop chasing them, let them go!"
Emperor Slayer stopped the Heavenly Immortals who wanted to pursue him and allowed the Wu Clan to leave.
The losses of the Wu Clan this time were actually not big. The 10 trillion Wu Clan were wiped out less than 2 trillion. The main reason was that the Wu Clan in front of the three Tianmen were all wiped out, but the Wu Clan behind them were not greatly affected. The Tianmen The area was limited, and the Wu clan at the rear didn't even take action, so the battle ended in an anticlimactic manner.
Ancestor Kunpeng of the Eastern Land was stunned. He did not expect that the Wu Clan actually withdrew. Instead of dying at the hands of the Wu Clan, Emperor Slayer became the savior of Heaven.
After this battle, Emperor Slayer's prestige skyrocketed, and she truly stood at the top of the ancient world. Her position as the Lord of Heaven was completely stable, and no one dared to look down upon her.
"No, I must return to Heaven immediately. Hongjun was defeated and fled. If I don't go back, wouldn't the entire Heaven fall into the hands of the Emperor?"
Thinking of this, Ancestor Kunpeng became anxious, but unfortunately Fengzu refused and entangled him. The sky was filled with seven-colored divine light, making it impossible for him to leave.
The emperor said a few words, and then returned to Taiqing Dachitian. After a while, he came to the treasure hall where the gate of the world was hidden.
Zhang Qian, who had wiped out all the Hongjun imprints inside the core of the thirty-third heaven, was waiting there.
"Lord."
The emperor bowed slightly.
"I have annihilated all the Hongjun imprints in the core of the Thirty-three Worlds. Now is the best time for you to refine the Thirty-three Worlds. Go quickly."
After waving his hand, Zhang Qian said: "Hongjun will not dare to leave the Nine Netherlands in a short time. You must take advantage of this period to completely control the ancient heaven!"
The Emperor of Death nodded, drew a stream of light, and flew towards the core of the heaven of Taiqing Dachitian. The thirty-three worlds had no owner. She would become the master of the thirty-three worlds and the true master of the heavens.
