I am a loser, but I defeated countless geniuses with the Soul-Calming Tower.

"Can't leave!"

Lin Xuan looked at their actions and shook his head slightly.

A dazzling light had already flashed above the world of destruction, and waves of destruction were generated.

"Woo..."

In the ears of Zhan Yan and others, there seemed to be a roaring sound in space.

A large amount of spatial force gathered and lingered around Lin Xuan.

"Boundless destruction!"

Lin Xuan muttered to himself, raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and it was done in an instant.

"Ding!"

There was a clear sound that shook the sky and was clearly heard.

Invisible spatial fluctuations erupted, spanning a large distance in an instant, and madly converging towards Zhan Yan and others.

"Do not……"

Zhan Yan's eyes suddenly widened and he screamed in horror.

All ten of them were unable to move at this moment and were tightly restrained.

And that terrifying wave was approaching in an instant.

"Pfft..."

A golden elixir at its peak suddenly exploded, as if torn apart violently, and blood spilled into the sky.

The next moment, like a chain reaction, a group of peak-level Jindan cultivators exploded in the air and died tragically without even being able to scream.

The three great geniuses' eyes were bloodshot, and an unprecedented feeling of despair surged in their hearts.

"what……"

Mo Lang opened his mouth and roared, the power of wind and thunder, the power of sharp sword evaporated, and the Feixian Sword Group burst out with a terrifying light of power, as if to cut through the terrifying restraining power.

"Yan..."

But in a flash, all 33 flying swords of the Feixian Sword Group began to wail.

"Do not……"

Mo Lang clearly saw that the 33 flying swords were strangely twisted, and the power of the mid-grade quasi-immortal weapons was as fragile as paper.

"what……"

He made a sound again, but this time it was a scream.

The powerful force of the twisted flying fairy sword group was approaching, and his low-grade quasi-immortal weapon armor was shattered.

The violent force invaded his body, and Mo Lang's screams stopped abruptly. The Feixian Sword Set and full body armor lost their luster and fell from the sky.

Mo Lang himself has disappeared forever, leaving no trace.

"Brother Yan!"

"Xiao'er!"

The moment Mo Lang died, Zhan Yan and Leng Xiao called out to each other at the same time.

The bodies of both of them were torn apart by the violent force at the same time. In an instant, the beauty turned into withered bones and the genius became old.

Only the phantom butterfly spirit, which seemed to be between illusion and reality, remained in the air.

On the flying boat behind Lin Xuan, the three women were in a daze.

Si Yingxue's lips and teeth collided, and she murmured words unconsciously.

"So it really exists. In the blink of an eye... it's the nightmare of the genius."

These were the words spoken to her by the higher-ups in the Lei Fa Sect.

That shows the top management's strong optimism about her and their expectations for her future.

She knew clearly that it was very difficult to achieve this step. Even with her talent, it would take countless years and efforts.

But unexpectedly, it has now materialized in Lin Xuan.

This sentence was perfectly interpreted in Lin Xuan...

"Buzz!"

The Soul-Calming Tower was shaking, and the cultivation time increased by 28800 years, bringing the total cultivation time to 138800 years.

Needless to say, Lin Xuan had long stopped paying attention to the blood and energy. With that thick wall of blood and energy, he probably wouldn't have to worry about running out of blood and energy in the future.

The patterns of laws within the universe are also increasing rapidly at this moment.

The patterns of the superior laws have changed again, with the total number being 4 superior fire patterns, 1 superior sharp sword pattern, 2 superior wind patterns, and 2 superior thunder patterns.

The total number of intermediate law patterns is 10 sharp sword patterns and 11 fire patterns.

The patterns of the lower-level laws vary more, with the total number being: 40 fire patterns, 32 wind patterns, 9 force patterns, 6 spear patterns, and 38 gold patterns.

The harvest is still huge.

However, Lin Xuan frowned deeply.

"That's not right. The cultivation time doesn't match. It's 3000 years off."

"The Yin Mark was not obtained either!"

With his eyes slightly narrowed, Lin Xuan's gaze fell on the Phantom Butterfly Martial Spirit that had not yet dissipated.

Soon, he came to a conclusion in his heart: "Zhan Yan is not dead yet!"

"Interesting! These Central Region geniuses are indeed not easy to deal with!"

Lin Xuan couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

The whole person was strangled by the force of space, but he was not dead yet. Lin Xuan was a little shocked.