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boom--! ! !

The black energy was like a crescent moon, cutting a gap in the shattered ancient imperial treasures again, breaking through the pyramid-like shape, and sweeping away all the lead-gray clouds in the gray world sky!

Jian Changsheng, Sun Bushian, and Bai Ye, who had just escaped from the Imperial Dao Ancient Treasures, looked back. After seeing this scene, the corners of their mouths twitched slightly...

"Isn't this Xuan Yujun's move a bit too ostentatious?"

“Let’s not talk about whether it’s ostentatious or not.” Bai Ye looked at the gradually collapsing suspended pyramid and said helplessly, “This lost ancient treasure that has only reappeared after hundreds of years seems to be completely gone…”

"Will the ancient Shinto treasure really disappear?"

"The Shinto Ancient Storage itself is just a storage device. If it is destroyed, it will of course disappear... But the foundation of Shintoism cannot be destroyed even by demigods. However, without the Ancient Storage as a carrier, no one knows where the foundation will go."

Bai Ye was silent for a moment, then looked up at the sky of the Gray Realm, "Maybe... he will return to the Shinto Planet?"

Sun Bumian was about to say something when he suddenly saw out of the corner of his eye a bandaged figure lying motionless, straight ahead, following a pile of dirt and debris falling from the ancient Tibetan ruins falling from the sky. He was suddenly stunned.

“Is that…?”

……

The black energy gradually dissipated in the air.

Emperor Wu's body had been completely cut in half, gradually dissipating in the black flames. His empty eyes looked indifferently at Xuan Yujun in front of him, as if he wanted to engrave it in his heart.

The resentful roars of the regretful ones, along with the strong wind, were swept into Xuan Yujun's ears.

Xuan Yujun frowned, as if he felt it was a bit noisy, and swung his sword again, tearing it completely into pieces!

"A bunch of idiots. They even forgot how to speak and just know how to shout...so noisy." Xuan Yujun snorted coldly and waved his hand to disperse the sword in his hand.

Xuan Yujun looked back and saw that the entire Feilong in the Sky had been shattered. Almost all of the monuments of great achievements that had once stood tall had been swallowed by the black hole. Only the tallest one was still standing alone in the same place, desolate and dilapidated.

However, the emperor's regrets have dissipated with the death of Emperor Wu, and it is meaningless whether these mountain peaks exist or not.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, his figure suddenly became oddly blurred, like a TV screen with poor signal contact, and his footsteps froze in mid-air...

"Is the time almost up?" Xuan Yujun looked at his hands, which were as blurry as a snowflake screen, and spoke calmly.

"Fortunately, the Imperial Dao Ancient Treasures have been destroyed, and the Dao Foundation has also disappeared... This mission was successfully completed without bringing shame to anyone."

Thinking of this, Xuan Yujun straightened his back even more.

At this moment, he saw a desolate flying dragon in the sky and a figure flashed by, and his eyebrows slightly raised...

"Oh, I forgot about him..."

Xuan Yujun looked at his gradually blurry body, estimated the time, and then disappeared from the spot with a flash of his body.

He did not notice that after he left, a figure wearing an imperial robe slowly emerged from the void on the highest mountain top...

"Ugh……"

A sigh sounded softly.

He stood on the lonely mountain top, calmly looking out at the gradually collapsing world. As the ancient treasure collapsed, his figure gradually turned into a point of light and seemed to be about to disappear soon.

"It's not surprising that a bunch of regrets can't accomplish anything..."

"But the departure of Daoji and the collapse of the ancient treasures were beyond our expectations...There are so many extraordinary people in the world today. If I hadn't kept a backup plan, I'm afraid we would have been in trouble."

"But... the ancient Tibetans have collapsed, and this soul is like a rootless duckweed. We should deal with it as soon as possible."

He stood on the top of the mountain, his eyes seemed to see something, he raised his hand and grabbed in the direction where Emperor Wu had just disappeared, then fell towards the collapsed lower world.

……

Chen Ling walked towards the outside of the Imperial Dao Ancient Treasure House with cloud-like steps, while looking for traces of Bai Ye and others.

After the Dao foundation of the Emperor Dao Ancient Treasure disappeared, Chen Ling, like Emperor Wu, no longer had the favor of the Dao foundation. The Dao foundation power that he had originally obtained vanished into thin air, like a big dream.

But the imperial robe he wore, and the imperial aura he occasionally exuded, were retained.

He took a few steps and the hairs on his body suddenly stood up, and he stopped in alertness!

A figure in white, swept by the strong wind, slowly landed in front of him... The next moment, the pressure of the Ninth Lord level came towards Chen Ling's shoulders like a mighty mountain!

"I almost forgot... there's an Emperor missing here."

Xuan Yujun's voice sounded slowly, and he made a move in the void, and a long sword filled with destructive energy slowly emerged.

Violent particles flowed in the air, and a trace of murderous intent was still locked on Chen Ling...

The purpose of Xuan Yujun's trip was to destroy the ancient imperial treasures and prevent the birth of a new emperor. Now the ancient imperial treasures have been destroyed, and Emperor Wu has been killed. Only Chen Ling is still walking on the road in his imperial robe...

Whether Chen Ling is considered an [Emperor] or not, Xuan Yujun doesn’t care, but it is true that he can mobilize the power of the ancient treasure of the Emperor’s Dao.

Chen Ling's heart suddenly sank to the bottom!

Oh no, he made a wrong bet?

Ji Xuan is indeed not in Wuji Jun’s camp, but is he also an enemy?

[Audience Expectation Value +3]

[Current expected value: 67%]

The expectations, which had not risen for a long time, suddenly jumped as Chen Ling once again faced a life-and-death crisis, and Chen Ling was so angry that he almost cursed.

This group of viewers don’t like to watch anything else but themselves being hacked to death, right? !

With Chen Ling's current condition, how could he possibly be a match for Quan Sheng Jiu Jun who had just dismantled the ancient treasures of the Emperor Dao... His brain was working rapidly, trying to find a possibility of breaking the deadlock.

"Ji Xuan! You and I are old acquaintances. Do you really want to kill me?" Chen Ling said in a cold voice.

"If you kill me, Lu Xun and Su Zhiwei will definitely avenge me!"

"Old acquaintance?" Xuan Yujun sneered, "We are not that close... As for Lu Xun and Su Zhiwei, if they want to avenge you, then come on, do you think I'm afraid of them?"

"..."

This guy is really stubborn?!

Chen Ling's expression became even uglier. He tried to say something, but Xuan Yujun slowly raised the sword in his hand...

"Suffer to death."

The long sword chopped down fiercely!

The terrifying pressure locked onto Chen Ling. At that moment, his brain suddenly went blank. He had no time to react. At the moment he instinctively closed his eyes, the terrifying energy dissipated in mid-air...

A hand gently patted Chen Ling's shoulder.

Chen Ling opened his eyes blankly, and saw Xuan Yujun, whose body was blurry like snowflakes, looking at him mischievously. He couldn't help laughing:

"Hahahahaha, Director Chen, do you really believe it?!"

"I'm just teasing you!!!"

Chen Ling: ?????