The indescribable Wuji sword body cut on the vibrant ancient Fusang tree. The sun, brilliance, civilization... The power of various Fusang ancient trees is highlighted, and then the next moment, it is like cast iron beaten by an iron hammer. Mars flew everywhere, countless powers shattered, turning into meteors and scattering into the universe.

Perhaps a lucky person can pick up one or two of them and become a clergyman.

What's even more terrifying is that the time and space scenes appear. In ancient times, a seed broke out from the prehistoric sun star. In ancient times, two brilliant golden crows were born and flew towards the ancient tree of Fusang. In ancient times, the demon clan heaven was established, the nine heavens were rebuilt and broken, and the four fields were divided into thirty-three days. Countless monster giants gathered, the towering heaven stood up, and all demons surrendered. The branches of the ancient tree of Fusang connected the heavens. In the future, the two golden crows were reborn...

But these history were broken into the Wuji sword body transformed into the Zhuxian Sword Formation, from the past to the present, and even to the future, it collapsed bit by bit. This is the horror of the Zhuxian Sword Formation. It completely violates common sense to transform everything in the heavens into Wuji. Even history and time, such as irreversible things, will be cut off.

Only such a treasure can cut off the innate spiritual roots of the ancient Fusang tree.

But the next moment, the surging backlash swept over, and a phantom of a river of great road emerged. The river water was chaotic but light and sharp. Each drop contained time, cause and effect, destiny, luck, and various changes.

An image of the great saint of the demon clan appeared, including Bi Fang surrounded by blue flames, Kui Niu bathed in purple thunder, and a heroic move with his back and wings, like a tiger and a horse...

The great saints of the demon clan are comparable to powerful divine power. Even though many of them have fallen, the marks left in the heavens still exist. The ancient Fusang tree was cut down, which naturally caused their backlash.

At the top of the demon clan's statues surrounded by the great saints, the demon clan emperors, the Emperor Wa, the Emperor Xihe of Tai, and the Emperor Taiyi of the Eastern Emperor all cast their eyes on Qianhe Puzhao's orders.

Qianhe Puzhao Juan's mind is perfect. The pure Daluo light shines, highlighting the glory of "I" in the backlash of the vast and boundless river of Daluo, preventing it from being flooded by the almost endless river water and completely sinking.

At this time, a brilliant treasure mirror rose from the River of Dao, reflecting the scene of thirty-three days. It fell layer by layer like a curtain of heaven, wrapping up the statues of the demon clan's emperors, reducing the erosion of the River of Dao against Qianhe Puzhao's reign.

Is this afraid of giving up? Qianhe Puzhao's destiny is as clear as a mirror. Although these demon clans look scary, the famous and surnameds have all fallen, and the remaining Kunpeng and others may not fight to the death with themselves for the current demon clan.

What really made Qianhe Puzhao hesitate was the holy image of Nuwa, and now God Haotian has obviously helped him share this part of the cause and effect, so he naturally has nothing to hesitate about.

The Wuji Sword turned into the Zhuxian Formation Map was raised high again and cut off from the previous broken mark.

All the great principles of the Tao collapsed, and the four-colored sword lights of purple, blue, red and black swept across, spreading from here to many time and space. On the river of the Tao, the statues of the great saints of the demon clan fell and shattered. Under the destruction of the Zhuxian sword light, they turned into Wuji again, leaving no trace, and also cut off the possibility of some of them returning.

In the world of countless prehistoric projections in the heavens, a huge sword shadow blocked the light of the sun. The beasts knelt on the ground, especially the monsters who had already entered the demon path and refined the crossbone, all screamed. Although they didn't know what was going on, they seemed to have lost the most important thing.

In fact, the imperial liquor refined by the two emperors of the demon clan borrowed the ancient Fusang tree will not come any longer from today.

"Ah!" Taoist Lu Ya's eyes were red, and his anger and mourn were mixed. He stared at Qianhe Puzhao's orders. How dare he cut down the ancient Fusang tree?!

The towering ancient Fusang tree collapsed and was put into his sleeves by the ancient giant Qianhe Puzhao. However, he was not feeling well. Countless curses sounded in his ears, and the originally obtained heavenly favors were dissipating little by little. The black, gray, and dark red clouds began to cover His future like fog.

In the starry sky, the eighteenth grade open-cut green lotus lotus platform under Cedric's feet was dim, and a shadow was cast in the clear divine light. He frowned. This was a sign of Tianqi.

The ancient Fusang tree he cut down was not only backfired by the fortune of the demon clan and cursed by the curse of all demons, but more serious is that this innate spiritual root has balanced the yin and yang of the prehistoric world since ancient times, and has the heavenly favor itself. Although it is not as good as Buzhou Mountain, it is at least first-class Changyang Mountain. His eyes couldn't help but look at the Haotian God not far away.

This old boy is not much better than himself. He planned the collision between Changyang Mountain and the ancient Fusang Domain. Although it weakened the fortunes of the two tribes of humans and demons, at the same time, Confucius was almost knocked down from the mortal world. The light of holy virtue and moral manifestation were destroyed. His body was dead, his crystal hair and hair were dim, almost like a 70 or 80-year-old.

However, he was temporarily suppressed by a phantom of the heavenly court, so he was not immediately destroyed by the endless curse of the human race and the backlash of human fortunes.

And He is willing to do this, even at the cost of his own self-corpse, of course because it is worth it.

Similarly, in the opinion of Cedric, the original author of Qianhe Puzhao, it was worthwhile to cut down the ancient Fusang tree, because this was his only chance to get the ancient Fusang tree, even if it was just a broken ancient Fusang tree.

Anyway, there will be another one in the future. Cedric's eyes were leisurely, looking at the laurel tree above the moon star not far away, and layers of blood-colored clouds rose up behind him.

It is scattered across 180,000 miles, manifesting the immortals' hearts, the Buddha's head is broken, the true gods fall, the divine dragon cramps, the white tiger loses its son, the phoenix breaks its feathers, the black and black trunks sleep forever, the unicorn's horns are broken, all kinds of incredible images, coupled with the plot of many saints, the boundless catastrophe aura surges up into the sky, and the black, gray, and dark red clouds that cover him temporarily scatter on the river of the Great Dao temporarily retreat.

God Haotian temporarily suppressed the backlash from the human race with his own person of the Emperor of Heaven. Cedric did not have such convenience and could only fight poison with poison. The catastrophe of several worlds involved temporarily dispelled the backlash from the demon race.

However, this is a treatment of symptoms but not root causes. When the two are intertwined, they may evolve into a real killing disaster at any time.

Fortunately, there is not a solution. Cedric thought of it and turned his attention to the prison again.

The Fusang ancient tree collapsed, and the first thing that was affected was the two golden crow corpses. The two spears shot out by Kuqiurin pierced through layers of branches and vines, and with the power of the end, they collided with the golden crow corpse.
Chapter completed!