The food was burned, we went hungry and continued to sow.

Humans never die on their knees.

Poems flew out hysterically one after another, like moths flying toward the flames. We were small, but we were never afraid.

No matter how high your flame is, burning in front of me, you still have to understand the perseverance of the human race.

The third bombardment slowly came to an end.

The Taiqing ancient clock is full of cracks and is as fragile as a ceramic cup that could break at any time.

However, at this time, Shen Fusheng also gained valuable time.

All eight golden lights have returned to their positions, his white hair is flying, and his pupils are blooming with unyielding light. Currently, only one left arm is missing.

And his strength has finally returned to the late stage of Jindan, and is infinitely close to the Great Perfection.

Wu Longshuang was trembling all over, he was extremely angry.

His foundation is weak and he can barely reach the stage of Golden Elixir Great Perfection. Every time he controls an elemental weapon, he consumes a huge amount of true energy.

After three moves, there was not much real energy left in his golden elixir.

The entire northern realm was in shock.

At the same time, 200 years ago, the powerful man from the Tianci Sect who almost defeated the Nine Sects and had the ability to subvert the Qinggu Royal Family made a glorious return.

Among the countless giant screens, only Shen Fusheng's old face appeared.

He is like a star shining in the sky. At first glance, he looks ordinary, but if you look carefully, you will feel a vastness that is engraved in your bones.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

At this time, the ground beneath Wu Longshuang's feet cracked, and a ball of golden light filled the ground, as if everyone was covered with a golden robe.

The last arm, wrapped in golden light, rose slowly, already unstoppable.

"Shen Fusheng, you can't even think of reorganizing your body under my nose... The Silence of Ni Yuan shattered everything for me, and annihilated this sky for me. Catastrophe spread across the earth, and the human race will never recover."

Wu Longshuang's hair was disheveled, and he sprayed a selected sip on the inverse blood chakra, causing the entire space to tremble.

…

Puff puff puff!

puff!

puff!

Not far away, the elders in charge of the defensive formation spurted blood, and they quickly organized their disciples to retreat.

Although it's far away, it's still not safe here.

…

"Master, Master... I am unfilial, I am unfilial."

Within the imperial court.

Everyone was silent, but at the door, an old man in green robe could not kneel down, his head kept kowtowing on the ground, he was crying, and he didn't care about the eyes of others.

That's Master.

That's right, the Tianci Sect at that time defeated the nine major sects, and they respected their master as a god.

Duan Xuehan suddenly moved his pupils and disappeared into the military headquarters.

He returned to his alchemy room, where there was a secret room. He played the magic formula and took out a black robe from the secret room.

200 years ago, he was proud of this robe.

200 years later, he is still proud of this robe.

In just one breath, Duan Xuehan, dressed in black robe, appeared at the military headquarters, making everyone look at him.

The style of this black robe is exactly the same as that of Forty Thousand Demon Zhao Chu.

…

In the sky above Wulong Sect, blood clouds suddenly pressed in, and then they continued to gather like whirlpools in the sea. The sky fell for hundreds of miles, giving people a fear that the sky was about to collapse.

Boom!

Then, a deafening loud noise fell from the sky and the earth, and a hand with dried blood covering the sky and the sun, covered with ferocious blood vessels, fell from the sky.

The bloody palm was surrounded by boundless blood mist, and inside it were hundreds of millions of people howling in agony.

It was the air of malice that had tortured the human race for hundreds of millions of years. Drops of jet-black acid rain fell, and the earth was corroded and penetrated. Dense black pits appeared, like a heart riddled with holes, which was shocking.

The sky cracked and the earth collapsed.

In front of the bloody palm, the human race's tiny body was like a speck of dust.

Just as the last arm was about to return to its position, the bloody palm, mixed with rolling blood thunder, finally fell with a crash.

"Old man, I'm sorry for you."

The city lord stroked the cracks on the ancient clock of Taiqing, his words were endless sighs.

In 200 years, the ancient bell of Taiqing Dynasty has become full of spiritual power and has exhausted its vitality.

Now that it has been shaken by the elemental weapon, it is even more powerful.

Feeling the temperature of Shen Fusheng's palm, the Taiqing ancient clock buzzed and trembled, as if whispering to an old friend... Then, it shattered into pieces, filling the sky with fragments, transforming into the golden characters ninety-nine and eighty-one.

One hymn after another flashes endlessly.

The ancient bell of Taiqing burned everything, like a stubborn lone wolf, fiercely crashing towards silence.
Chapter completed!