Looking at the vast nothingness, there are many more visions, accompanied by the sound of Taoism.

The vision is quite ancient. Several vague human figures can be seen, mysterious and far away. Even with all their eyesight, people cannot clearly see their dignity. They only know that those few figures are extremely ancient.

"Could it be...the gods who discussed scriptures and Taoism here in the past?" Someone whispered, this guess is reliable, and many elders have no refutation. The shadows of the gods are the remnants of the imprints invisible to the naked eye.

Now, due to the catastrophe of the eternal body, they are all forced out.

Zhao Yun doesn't care about this or that, and he can attack without fail.

Being stared at by him like this, all the enemies became miserable.

"Senior, are you rushing to reincarnate?"

Zhao Yun said lightly and caught up with a middle-aged man in silver robe.

That was the elder of the Rakshasa Palace. He was one of the people who chased him in the Sea of ​​Gods that day. This time, the feng shui took turns, and the aloof Immortal King was also running away with his head in his arms.

"I will fight with you." The middle-aged man in silver robe roared angrily.

He was a ruthless man, and he came back with a sword to kill him.

It's a pity that there is nothing to kill him. Why does Zhao Yun need to take action to kill him? A thunder and lightning struck him, and he was easily carried away. His body turned into blood mist, and even his life soul was also chopped into ashes.

Like him...many immortal kings died like this.

The spectators are very dedicated, and many of them hold small notebooks. Every time an Immortal King is hacked to death, they will record it. These are the achievements of the Eternal Body, and they will be included in the annals of history, and they are the ones who

Historian, if you turn it in later, you can get paid.

I don’t know when the rumble disappeared.

The thunder and lightning disappeared, and the heaven and earth finally became clear.

However, under the Qingming Festival, it was in ruins.

Look at the mountain peaks, most of them have collapsed.

Look at the long rivers, most of them are dry.

The whole world was covered with a layer of blood mist. Broken limbs and broken arms could be seen everywhere. Even the flowers, plants and trees were stained with blood, withering one by one due to the remaining power of the catastrophe.

The ancient ruins are no longer fairyland, but a mass graveyard.

At this moment, when I listen to the Heavenly Sound of the Great Dao again, I no longer feel as peaceful and peaceful as before.

The worst thing is that those who were struck by lightning were not all killed. Those who were still alive were scattered in all directions, many were swaying and black, and one by one, their bodies were emitting black smoke.

You know, you thought you touched the switch?

These are pretty good, at least they still have physical bodies.

What's even more miserable is that only the soul is left, not even the soul, only a remnant soul. If this can be considered a war, then they... were completely defeated from beginning to end.

"These major holy places...have suffered heavy casualties."

"I didn't choose the battlefield well, so I deserved to be struck by lightning."

"They usually bully the weak, so it's time for them to show some blood."

Discussions were heard from all directions, and the moods were also different.

Those who have personal grudges will be happy, but those who are neutral should just watch the excitement.

"Kill me."

Angry howls soon sounded, and enemies scattered in all directions gathered again.

Before they could reach them, another roar sounded, and the will to destroy had not left.

Anyone with a discerning eye knows that the eternal body's catastrophe is not over yet.
Chapter completed!