Chapter 185 The Originator of Butian Pavilion!

With a "bang" sound, Qiongqi's body cracked, and Master Gui stepped on his head, and then kicked him hard, sending him flying out.

"Ouch..." Qiongqi roared, his whole body glowed, and a stone tablet appeared, suppressing the surrounding areas. It was shaken out and collapsed a palace.

This is the stone tablet left by Qiongqi. It was summoned by the sacrificial spirit. After it was knocked away, it stood in the void, surrounded by black light, like a demon god.

"boom"

The ghost master raised his broken sword to strike at it, but was blocked. Qiongqi roared, and a cloud of light rained up behind him. This was an ancient seal, with Ruixia flowing, and strands of order chains hanging down, sealing it.

This place.

"Click"

The ghost master stabbed it with a broken sword and cut open its ancient seal.

"Chi"

The gray broken sword glowed, and in an instant, the light and shadow were all over the place, covering Qiongqi, causing him to be scorched black and scream in agony.

This scene made everyone change their minds. Why is this ghost master so powerful? What is the broken sword in his hand?

The gray-haired old man held a broken sword and stepped on the chaotic energy, approaching with unsteady steps, intending to continue cutting down.

This scene is too frightening. It's just a broken sword, but it seems to weigh billions of dollars. Every step it takes seems to step on everyone's heart.

"Boom!"

With a muffled sound, the gray-haired old man threw the broken sword and slashed it down. There was a rumbling sound, like a sacred mountain falling down.

Qiongqi roared, his whole body glowed with black light, and black chains of order wound up one after another, intertwining into a network to resist the broken sword.

However, this time it suffered a loss. The broken sword was indestructible. One slash of the sword smashed all the light rain into pieces, and then with a pop, it pierced its chest.

"Roar..." Qiongqi roared, struggling and unwilling to give in.

"Buzz"

The gray-haired old man threw it again, and the broken sword glowed like a fairy sword. It fell down again, and with a pop, a large piece of flesh and blood was cut off, revealing the white bones.

"Ouch..."

Qiongqi roared, the blow was so vicious that it almost cut it in half. It was so angry that it frantically attacked, displaying unparalleled ferocious flames.

"Click"

The old man in gray clothes held the broken sword and slashed it down again. One of Qiongqi's legs was cut off with one sword stroke, which was bloody and shocking.

"roar"

Qiongqi roared miserably, his face turning purple in pain. He couldn't bear torturing him like this, and it made him fly into a rage.

"Bang"

The old man in gray clothes threw it again, the broken sword glowed, and he slashed towards Qiongqi without hesitation.

"Click"

With a soft sound, Qiongqi's shoulder was cut off, blood spurted out, and the bones turned outward, and he looked up to the sky and howled in pain.

What kind of weapon is this that has such powerful power?

Everyone was shocked. This broken sword was indeed amazing. It was not just a simple killing blade, but also had destructive power.

"Click", "Click"...

The swords fell down several times in succession, slashing Qiongqi's flesh and blood to pieces. From the beginning to the end, not an inch of skin was intact.

At this moment, all the creatures from all religions lost their voices and were in a daze for a while. Did Qiongqi lose? Being killed like this made them frightened.

At this moment.

In the sky, I saw the divine rain gradually falling.

"I'm leaving..." The last three words came, and the dry vines and yellow leaves of the sacrifice were completely burned into ashes, flying in the air.

At the same time, a large amount of light rain fell on the ground and sprinkled into the water. A layer of green buds grew in the soil at a speed visible to the naked eye, full of vitality.

It grows old, dies here, returns to the earth, is born from that ancient courtyard, and dies from here.

The endless rain of light danced around, and many people opened their arms, vomited in large mouths, and performed baptism. This was the rain of the gods, and it would be difficult to encounter it even after waiting for several lifetimes.

"Lord Sacrifice the Soul!"

Everyone in Butian Pavilion clenched their fists, and their voices echoed throughout the world, containing sadness, but they could not change the ending.

He got old and finally passed away from this world and no longer exists. It is a pity but also admiration. He has made contributions to Butian Pavilion and is worthy of being remembered and enshrined by future generations for his great achievements.

Everyone was very sad.

"Senior!" Shi Yuan was also whispering. Seeing it end like this, he felt very uncomfortable, thinking of the time he spent enlightening and practicing under the old vines.

In the sky, a green-skinned gourd shines, filled with wisps of chaotic energy, wrapped in a rain of light, and suspended there. This is the only thing left behind by the god's seed and the sacrificial spirit.

Master Gui hugged the green gourd into his arms, with endless sadness on his face, and said: "Goodbye... I'll never see you again. You did a great job and made me feel guilty. My Butian Pavilion,

But I want you to protect me."

As soon as these words came out, everyone's heart trembled. Who is he? How could he say such words?

Especially the disciples of Butian Pavilion were even more shocked. The meaning of the old man's words made their hearts beat faster. They couldn't believe it. Is this the Patriarch?

"Who are you?!" Tianqiao shouted.

Qiongqi also opened his green eyes wide, filled with murderous intent, and said: "Who are you?"

Although they could already guess it, they wanted to confirm that this was too scary. The old man's identity and status were a bit scary.

"Who am I?" The gray-haired old man said to himself, his eyes slightly confused, and then he suddenly opened his eyes and shot out two rays of divine light, which directly dispersed the clouds in the sky.

Tiange!"

"What?!" Everyone who heard this was shocked and trembled. This is too amazing. The old man is the founder of Butian Pavilion?

"Are you really...our ancestor?" The heads of Butian Pavilion, Mu Yan, Mr. Liu and others all had trembling voices. This was really shocking and they couldn't believe it all.

Other creatures felt a sense of fear. What a terrifying person this was. He created this pure land with his own hands and yet he is still in the human world? This is unreal and illusory!

Many creatures are frightened and attack this place to gain opportunities. Is this a blessing or a curse?

In the Nine Heavens, the humanoid creatures in Yishan Mountain, Qiongqi, the creatures in Nanyue Mountain, and the Sky-Swallowing Bird were also shocked, and then relieved. No wonder the old man is so powerful. He is actually the originator of the generation and founded the Butian Pavilion. He is the ancient god.

A man of the hour, a giant of the generation, it is normal to have such a level of cultivation.

Below, everyone in Butian Pavilion was extremely excited. Is the originator still alive? The so-called ancient supernatural being turned out to be him! Many people yelled and couldn't help but roar, and tears almost fell.

"Ancestor, kill them all and avenge Lord Sacrifice Spirit!"

"Don't let them go, be sure to kill them!"

someone cried.

"He is an abandoned disciple. What sect was he abandoned by?" Er Baldy muttered, feeling cold and hairy in his heart.

"This... is so amazing. The originator of Butian Pavilion has appeared?!" The big red bird trembled in fright.

At this moment, a divine ring sprouted from the back of the humanoid creature's head in Yishan, and runes were intertwined all over its body, as if it were facing a formidable enemy. He had been a sacrificer to Xiao Xitian, knew some ancient secrets, and knew how terrifying such originators were.
Chapter completed!