I have many children every time I give birth to them. I cultivate to become a god by giving birth to

Yin Zhui had a bad premonition and saw that cracks appeared in the formation pattern!

"puff--"

As the core of the formation, if the formation is damaged, he will also suffer backlash.

Yin Zhui wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes sinister.

Today, either he dies or I die!

Piaomiao Sect cannot lose!

Guardian cloud beast, it's time for you to protect the sect.

"Ow—"

Yin Zhui pinched the magic spell with his hands, and a cold light pierced into the body of the cloud beast that protected the sect. The blood floated up and merged into the formation.

The golden formation is filled with blood.

But the cracks are healing quickly.

Inside the formation, Mo Chi raised his eyebrows and saw through the formation that the cloud beast had its blood sucked by the formation. His tone was full of sarcasm: "Oh, the first sect in the spirit world? Bullshit."

Mo Chi didn't want to argue with this kind of trash anymore. He let out a breath, flew towards the formation, and stabbed his dragon claws into it.

He tore it apart with all his strength, and the golden light all over his body gradually solidified!

"Break it for me!"

Yin Zhui watched in disbelief as he forcibly tore a crack in the formation, and then it quickly split apart!

"what!!!"

The disciples below screamed in pain!

Yin Zhui's eyes were bloodshot as the formation backfired, causing him to bleed from all seven orifices. However, he bit his lips tightly. Even though his face was twisted with pain, he refused to cry out or even blink.

Until the formation was torn apart and shattered by Mo Chi.

It turned into spots of golden light and scattered down.

Yin Zhui fell weakly from the air, barely staying on the ground, kneeling on one knee.

Mo Chi stood in the air, wearing black scale armor, wrapped in a golden shadow.

It is like the power of God descending to the earth, making people look up to it.

"The true form of the dragon..."

Yin Zhui could no longer control himself and spit out a mouthful of blood, then knelt on the ground. His black hair instantly turned silver-white, his skin seemed to have lost moisture, and his eyes were cloudy.

Mo Chi looked down from above, looking down on all living beings: "Old man, do you have any other means? If not, prepare to destroy the sect."

Yin Zhui's pupils suddenly shrank and he hung his head dejectedly.

He had been so hurt that he had no strength to resist.

With himself as the core of the formation and the added bonus of the flesh and blood of the cloud beast, the Ten Thousand Killings Formation was torn apart so abruptly.

God, wants to destroy my Piao Miao Sect.

No, it’s not over yet!

Just catch her!

Just catch the cloud!

Piaomiao Sect will return to being the number one sect in the spiritual world!

Yin Zhui closed his eyes and suddenly looked up at Mo Chi: "Black Dragon! Anyone who offends me, Piao Miao, will be killed without mercy!"

Suddenly, Yin Zhui burst out with powerful momentum and a surge of pressure exploded.

"Ignite my spirit! Grant me supernatural powers! Infinite Heavenly Lord! Grant me the revelation of heaven!"

Mo Chi sneered: "A dying struggle."

"Black Dragon! I want you to die!!!"

Yin Zhui rushed up into the sky with a long sword in his hand, pointing directly at the ink pool with the force of thunder and with a desperate gamble!

"The mantis' arm blocks the car."

Mo Chi raised his hand and pointed a finger. A golden light flashed from his fingertips and condensed into a small golden ball. A dragon was faintly swimming in the ball. He spoke lightly and uttered two words: "Dragon Might."

Yin Zhui suddenly put away his sword and grabbed his wrist. With blood all over his face, he smiled sinisterly: "I want you to be buried with me! Your soul will explode!"

"Bang!!!"

"boom--"

The earth-shaking explosion destroyed most of the entire Piao Miao Sect and affected many of the onlookers. The Piao Miao Sect disciples who were nearby were all blown to death by the self-detonation of Yin Zhui, who was in the Tribulation Crossing Stage.

The air was filled with thick smoke.

The monks far away from the battlefield stared closely at the thick smoke.

Until the wind blew, dispersing the smoke, revealing a golden sphere, and Mo Chi was inside the sphere unharmed.

The sphere dissipated, and Mo Chi sneered: "You want me to be buried with you? Are you worthy?"

Everyone was in an uproar, and the disciples of Piaomiao Sect who were still awake looked on dejectedly.

"The Grand Elder...is dead..."

"The Supreme Elder..."

……

"Oh my god! A self-destruction at the Tribulation Stage resulted in no injuries at all?!"

"He really is a dragon!"

"A divine beast! It's actually a divine beast!"

"Jin Guang, is it the ancient dragon?"

"How stupid! The ancient dragon was a golden dragon! At most, he has dragon blood!"

"Hiss - Long, committing herself to marry Yun Yi. Who is Yun Yi?"

"Don't talk about the origins! From today on, Piao Miao Sect will no longer exist!"

"That's great! We have finally eradicated this cancer!"

"Hush, didn't you notice that the leader of Piao Miao Sect and several elders are not here?"

"Hey, I heard they went to Xuantian Sect..."

"What?! Xuantian Sect has the old ancestor in charge, and Shangguan Fuyu is no pushover. If they go there this time, won't the whole army be wiped out?"

Indeed, the entire army was destroyed.

Xuan Tianzong.

Shangguan Fuyu stood in mid-air with his hands behind his back, looking coldly at Fang Yongqing who was kneeling on the ground below, covered in blood.

"Yunxuan, take care of him."

"Yes, father!"

Shangguan Yunxuan, a small man, was holding a long sword that was taller than him. The blade was dragging on the ground, drawing a streak of fire, and his little face was full of determination.

He looked exactly like Shangguan Fuyu, even though he was just a child, he made Fang Yongqing terrified.

This is Shangguan Fuyu’s child.

It’s Yun Yi’s child.

Fang Yongqing spat out a mouthful of blood and looked at the child standing in front of him.

I feel sad.

Behind him were corpses everywhere.

Piao Miao Sect...is over.

Fang Yongqing closed his eyes. The tendons in his hands and feet had been severed and he was no longer able to resist.

Shangguan Yunxuan pursed his lips, raised his sword, and slashed at Fang Yongqing without hesitation.

The still struggling Great Elder Yan Zhuo, the Fourth Elder Chu Liang and the Sixth Elder Zhen Zhen were all horrified: "Sect Master!!!"

Yun Lei calmly grabbed the Great Elder Yan Zhuo by the scruff of the neck to stop him from going towards Fang Yongqing. He punched straight through his body and crushed his soul the moment he pulled his hand back.

His hands loosened and the Great Elder fell from the air, his eyes fixed on the kneeling and dead Fang Yongqing. He opened his mouth but no sound came out. In the end, he died unwillingly, with his eyes open.

"Great Elder!!!"

Sixth Elder Zhenzhen burst into tears and was extremely sad. Her gentle mood was broken and she could no longer maintain her composure. She soon died at the hands of Fu Tianguang.

Before he died, a tear fell from the corner of his eye.

The only remaining fourth elder, Chu Liang, felt sad.

The Piao Miao Sect, which had existed for thousands of years and was the number one sect in the spiritual world, was now destroyed in their hands...

"Haha, hahahahahaha!!!" Chu Liang laughed loudly towards the sky, his laughter was sad.

But he glanced at everyone present and chose to self-destruct without hesitation.

However, Linghu Bei appeared behind him and said in a cold voice: "Hmm? Self-destruct?"

He bent down and leaned close to Chu Liang's ear. Fox fire appeared in his right hand and slapped it directly into his body from the back, burning his soul from the inside out and abruptly interrupting his self-destruction.

"Oh, ants."

Chu Liang closed his eyes and let himself fall to the ground, not wanting to see the blood and corpses all over the ground again.

today.

The first sect in the spiritual world, Piaomiao Sect, was destroyed.

Shangguan Yunxuan looked at the long sword, which was not stained with a drop of blood. The little man's mood changed at this moment.