"Hehe, haha..." Loud laughter came from the sky, and the sky-swallowing bird spread its wings and hit the sky, because it felt that the sacrifice spirit was exhausted. After all, it had already dried up and could no longer support it.

"The divine seed is mine, you can't protect this pure land anymore!" Qiongqi was also extremely cold, his green eyes emitting cold light, and his murderous aura moved everyone around.

"boom"

In the sky, a large rain of light burst out, and the divine vines were dim and exposed in the high sky. They were all scorched yellow without a trace of green, and all the leaves were withered, including the vines.

There is only one green-skinned gourd, which still has energy and vitality.

"puff"

Rain of blood splashed, and Lao Teng made his final battle, injuring the Sky-Swallowing Bird, causing its feathers to fall and blood to splash.

"Chi"

The green-skinned gourd shook, and the chaotic sword light flew, cutting the shoulder of the humanoid creature from Yishan, and the golden blood rushed up high.

"Roar..." At the same time, Qiongqi roared because it was hit by the old vine with its vines, coughing up blood and almost breaking its bones.

The old vines are about to fall, and countless light rains are falling to the earth.

"Goodbye!" It spit out these two words and no longer had the strength to fight.

"Lord Sacrifice to Spirits!" Many people in the Pure Land cried out sadly.

"You have been surviving for so long, you should have died long ago!" The sky-swallowing bird said coldly, its bloody eyes were extremely cold, and its murderous intent was like a tide. With a click, it tore off a dry and yellowing vine with its sharp claws.

"Your body is exhausted, what else can you use to fight? Today you can't turn everything into light rain. I will grind you into powder, refine you into pills, and swallow them all!" Qiongqi also roared.

The old vine was very calm and was about to die. It looked down at the pure land and looked at the ancient courtyard that was destroyed in the war. It was born there and now it will end its life here.

"Lord Sacrifice to the Spirit!" Everyone in Butian Pavilion shouted, unable to accept this result, filled with hatred and anger, and couldn't help but shed tears.

The little boy screamed, feeling a strong sense of belonging for the first time, but he was shattered by this ruthless and cruel reality. He was holding the broken sword in one hand and the small tower in the other, and he was also rushing to kill, and he couldn't wait to rush.

Go have a big fight on the ninth day.

"Buzz"

Suddenly, the broken sword glowed, and an old man with disheveled hair appeared, with an ancient sword stuck in his head and black blood flowing out.

The ghost master appeared, and this time not only the little one could see it, but also everyone else.

He took the broken sword from his hands as a child and rubbed it with his hand. He looked slightly confused, seemed to wake up after a moment, and then became furious and soared into the sky.

"puff"

Everyone was shocked. This old man with disheveled hair, holding a broken sword, immediately chopped off the claws of the Sky-Swallowing Bird that had broken off a section of the vine, and blood spurted out.

No one expected that he would be so powerful and terrifying, and that he would appear so unexpectedly in the sky.

Light raindrops, the divine vine is about to disappear, and the whole body is on fire, turning into a gorgeous divine rain.

"You fulfilled your promise to me and protected the Pure Land until you grew old and died in battle." The old man with disheveled hair and empty eyes said to the sacrificial spirit.

"Who are you?" The Sky-Swallowing Bird was furious, reattached its broken claws, glowed all over, and swooped down.

"Roar..." The gray-haired old man looked up to the sky and roared like a demon. The wind and clouds in the world were reversed and rushed upward.

The Sky-Swallowing Bird was shocked and evaded as fast as he could. The murderous aura was too strong!

"You planted me and gave me life..." the sacrificial spirit whispered, looking at the old man whose head was pierced by the ancient sword. It blurred in the light rain and gradually disappeared.

"Lord Sacrifice Spirit!" Everyone in Butian Pavilion shouted, and they were all in mourning. The sacrifice spirit that had protected them all their lives came to the end of their lives, until they grew old and died in battle.

In the Pure Land, all the disciples screamed in mourning. This result was difficult for them to accept. The sacrificial spirits had given them too much, resolving disasters and conquering the ancient times, but now the divine fire was extinguished, and the tragedy came to an end.

While everyone in Butian Pavilion was immersed in great sorrow, other living beings and the most powerful people were shocked, full of doubt and confusion, and their whole bodies were filled with chills.

What is the background of that gray-haired old man? He actually planted the sacrificial spirit in Butian Pavilion? This is so scary that everyone shudders!

This gave people a very unreal feeling, and it actually made people feel a little numb. Even the Sky Swallowing Bird, Qiongqi, and the humanoid creatures in Yishan were frightened and felt that they were in big trouble.

"Living long does not necessarily mean you are strong, it doesn't mean anything!" Qiongqi growled, it was cautious and alert.

"roar……"

The gray-haired old man roared, looking like a demon. He clenched one hand into a fist and held a broken sword in the other. He stared at the light rain in the sky and the burning divine vine, with sadness in his empty eyes.

"Old guy, how dare you sneak up on me and give me another fight!" shouted the Sky-Swallowing Bird. It was very angry. It had one of its claws cut off just now. Although it had been reattached, it was still a great shame and humiliation for it.

It opened its mouth and sucked in, and a huge black hole appeared in the void, trying to swallow the ghost master inside. Its name is swallowing the sky, and it naturally has its most powerful magic.

The disheveled old man's empty eyes remained the same, but the hand holding the sword was already shaking. He suddenly shook his head violently, let out a low roar, and his gray hair danced.

"kill!"

The gray-haired old man shouted, feeling sad in his heart. The sacrificial spirit was transforming into a divine rain, and it was impossible for him to survive. This filled him with hatred and murderous intent. This sword contained immeasurable murderous intent.

A stream of swords cut through the sky, striking at the sky-swallowing bird's eyebrows, bringing up monstrous runes, making the area boil, as if the entire universe was resonating, as if there were thousands of troops galloping.

How powerful is this?

The sky-swallowing bird was frightened and hurriedly retreated. This was due to its cultivation method. By avoiding in this way, it could barely avoid the sharp edge.

But all this was not over yet. The ghost master pursued him, swung his broken sword, swept across the eight wastelands and Liuhe, slashing all the way, turning the world upside down and causing the stars to shatter.

The sky-swallowing bird screamed, and its left wing was chopped off. This was a catastrophe, and its body was exploded and almost shattered.

"Ah..." the Sky-Swallowing Bird yelled. This was a serious injury. It suffered heavy injuries. One of its tails was cut off and it almost fell.

"boom"

It was in excruciating pain, and a pair of claws slapped it down. This was the most powerful attack method, enough to tear the sky apart.

However, in the face of this terrible offensive, the gray-haired old man was not afraid and faced it with his sword. The clanging sound was deafening and the two fought fiercely.

At this moment, this place was boiling. It was a big collision. There was no lightning this time, but it was terrifying. The sky and the earth were shaking, and the sun and the moon were without light.

"Click"

The ghost master cut off half of the sky-swallowing bird's head with one sword.

The sky-swallowing bird struck the sky, screamed angrily in the sky, kept circling, and the pain was piercing the bone marrow. It was really uncomfortable, and a section of the strongest beak on its body was cut off. How could it feel so embarrassed?

At this moment, the ghost master was seen killing Qiongqi again.
Chapter completed!