Starting off with Old Deng about to die? Have you really become the Dao Ancestor?!

Everyone couldn't help but sigh in their hearts. Tianyuan Sword Saint, relying on the power of the Supreme God of Martial Arts, was able to injure the Holy Emperor Qingtian. This strength was enough to make him stand tall and famous.

However, they also knew that Tianyuan Sword Saint and the Holy Emperor Qingtian were not in the same realm, and the outcome of this battle had long been decided.

Unfortunately, they didn't have time to sigh too much now, because they had to think about their own fate.

The ownership of Mingzhou, the ambition of the Qiangliang Clan, all of this was like a sword hanging over their heads, forcing them to consider where to go.

At this moment, a terrifying aura suddenly descended, which was even more terrifying than when the strong men of the Qiangliang Clan descended, as if they could crush everything.

A beam of light rushed straight into the sky and fell from the sky. A figure slowly walked out, surrounded by light, like a god descending.

Everyone present saw this person and their pupils shrank sharply, and their hearts were shocked beyond words.

"When will our human territory be handed over to the Qiangliang Clan?"

The voice of the Lord of the Holy Court was like thunder in the sky, which was extremely oppressive and made all living beings dare not look directly at him. "How could I not know!"

The Lord of the Holy Court walked out of the pillar of holy light, and every step seemed steady and powerful. His appearance undoubtedly brought hope to everyone, and made them more excited and fascinated.

The Taoist god slowly stood up. Although he vomited blood and was seriously injured, for him, such an injury was just a trivial matter that could be recovered in a snap of a finger.

After all, his strength has reached the realm of the infinite heaven and earth.

When the Holy Emperor Qingtian saw the person coming, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he grinned: "You dare to come out even though you are seriously injured. You really want to die!"

His words were full of provocation and disdain, but when others heard this, they couldn't help but sigh, because they knew that the Lord of the Holy Court's injuries were far more serious than they seemed on the surface.

At this moment, the surroundings suddenly changed, and the world seemed to be stirred by an invisible force. Strong men appeared one after another. Their appearances were different, but they all carried supreme aura. Each of them was a peerless strong man who had reached the realm of heaven and earth.

The strong man of the dragon clan, wearing dragon scale armor, with a breath like a rainbow, descended from the sky, and the dragon roared, as if to tear the entire battlefield apart.

The strong man of the Xuanniao clan, with wings spread out, shining brightly, like a god descending from heaven, and each feather exuded a heart-pounding power.

The strong man of the Tianshan clan, with a tall and straight figure and a frosty temperament, they came on the snow, and every step was accompanied by the chill of ice for thousands of miles.

The three strong men surrounded the Lord of the Holy Court, and their auras gathered, forming a sense of oppression that was enough to shake the world, as if even the air was going to solidify.

"Lord of the Holy Court, today is your death!" The voice of the strong man of the dragon clan was like thunder, full of unquestionable majesty.

"It is difficult to defy fate, and your rule is over!" The strong man of the Xuanniao clan vibrated his wings, and his voice was like an oracle, announcing the coming judgment.

"The glory of the Holy Court will be extinguished today!" The Tianshan clan strongman spoke coldly, revealing a cold determination in his words.

They are all in the top ten of the Ten Thousand Races, and they are all cultivators of the Heaven and Earth Royal Court.

The Taoist God's eyes fell on several strong men, and he secretly evaluated in his heart that the four strong men in the early stage of the Heaven and Earth Wuji joined forces, and the Lord of the Holy Court was a strong man in the middle stage of the Heaven and Earth Wuji.

However, the Lord of the Holy Court was seriously injured.

He sighed slightly, full of respect for the Lord of the Holy Court.

Seeing this, the Lord of the Holy Court looked gloomy as water, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes. His voice was low and powerful, revealing endless chill, "You deliberately led me to appear!"

After hearing this, the Holy Emperor Qingtian laughed loudly, and that laughter was like thunder in the wind, full of arrogance and disdain. His eyes flashed with the light of victory in sight, "You should have died a long time ago, and now it's time!"

The atmosphere of the battle was extremely tense, as if the next moment would be a fight of life and death.

However, at this critical moment, the Lord of the Holy Court suddenly waved his hand, and a gentle and powerful force emerged, surrounding all the human monks here.

His voice was heavy and tragic, and every word hit people's hearts like a heavy hammer, "The future of the human race depends on you!"

Before the voice fell, all the human monks seemed to be gently lifted up by an invisible big hand and instantly transferred to other places in Mingzhou, leaving only an empty and silent battlefield.

This scene made all the humans who witnessed it burst into tears. The sacrifice and determination of the Lord of the Holy Court, like a deep brand, were deeply engraved in everyone's heart, making people heartbroken.

Seeing this, the strong men of other states of the human race could not help but pay respect and mourn for the Lord of the Holy Court.

Although they were thousands of miles away, the bravery and selflessness of the Lord of the Holy Court were as hot as the sun, illuminating the hearts of every human monk.

They bowed their heads and prayed silently for this great Lord of the Holy Court and for the unknown fate that was about to come.

And the undercurrents of several major hegemonic forces surged.

After all...

The Lord of the Holy Court fell, and the Holy Court immediately fell apart!

The Lord of the Holy Court was left alone on the battlefield, and his figure looked particularly lonely and firm in the afterglow of the setting sun.

In an instant, the sky and the earth changed color, the wind and clouds surged, and a shocking war broke out in silence.

The mountains and rivers seemed to have lost their color at this moment, the earth trembled, and the cracks were like the claws of a giant beast, tearing the surface of the earth, and the depth was unseen.

The space was turbulent at this moment, as if it would collapse at any time. The world within a radius of 100,000 miles was like a broken mirror, with cracks everywhere and fragments flying.

In the sky, dark clouds rolled, thunder intertwined, and lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating every collision on the battlefield.

Every clash of power was accompanied by a loud sound of landslides and cracks. The sound was like the roar of an ancient beast, shaking the hearts of every living being.

The aftermath of the battle was raging, the mountains were razed to the ground, the rivers were diverted, the originally quiet lakes turned into boiling water, and the air was filled with the smell of scorched earth and sulfur.

The human cultivators who were teleported to a safe area were not only the cultivators of Tianzong and Canghai Shengjiao, but also countless strong people who might be affected by the war.

Although they left the battlefield, their hearts remained on the land that was experiencing a catastrophe.

They felt the fluctuations of the war, and they couldn't help but cheer for the Lord of the Holy Court in their hearts, praying that he could survive this disaster.

Shen Changqing stood in the crowd, his eyes complicated, and remained silent. He didn't know how to face everything that was coming, how to face the cultivators of Tianzong, and how to face the predecessors of Tianzong underground.

Although he hoped that the Lord of the Holy Court would die, it was not because of himself...

His heart was full of contradictions and struggles, but at this moment, he had to make a choice.

At this moment, he felt a chill on his neck, like ice piercing his bones, his pupils shrank sharply, and he lowered his head involuntarily.

At some point, a sword had been quietly pressed against his throat, and the tip of the sword flashed with cold light, as if it would cut his throat at any time.

"Death sentence!" The cold voice sounded in his ears, like a judge sentencing a death sentence, without any emotion.

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