Chapter 4647 The Death of the Virtual God, the Clarity of the World

Void power is like silk and fog, descending from the ancient formation.

As soon as this vast and strange formation came out, no matter whether it was the Supreme or the Void, they felt that the power in their bodies had weakened to a certain level.

It is that even Jian Wushuang can feel the divine power in his body being suppressed by an unknown force.

As the power spread out, there was a vast formation above Void God's head, and countless chains emerged from his body, scattering in all directions with a destructive aura.

Bai Yuan, the patriarch of the Overlord clan, only felt that a life-and-death crisis was approaching, and he almost subconsciously pushed the Overlord several hundred meters away.

The chains with ancestral power easily pierced the white ape's abdomen, and even the spirit was about to disappear.

"Old Ancestor!" Overlord frantically wanted to rush over, but stopped short of shouting louder than Bai Yuan, "Stinky boy, don't come here!"

Blood poured out of his mouth, and the body of the white ape was quickly turning into dust. He looked at the Overlord with reluctance in his eyes, "Live well, and bring me back when you win!"

After finishing speaking, the white ape rushed to the Xushi army at the last moment of nirvana.

"boom!"

The magnificent martyrdom tore a crack in the army, and several Liuhen Xuzun died together with a little carelessness.

Qi Ting made a move, covered by the power of Zhiyang, and barely repelled the chains that came all over the sky.

Jian Wushuang sank like water, regardless of whether Void God had changed, he directly condensed an invisible sword and slashed towards him.

The vast sword intent rises, and the streamer of sword style covers the false god like a river of heaven.

A grinning laugh resounded, and then two giant palms that covered the sky directly separated the Jianhe, and at the same time, a huge head of the ancestor of the demon god bit down towards Jian Wushuang involuntarily.

He couldn't dodge in time, and his entire figure was swallowed by the demon god ancestor.

Looking into his eyes, the endless black mist trapped him in his stomach like chains. The ancestor of the demon god formed its own rules and was eroding Jian Wushuang's divine power at an extremely fast speed.

The Demon God Ancestor closed his mouth contentedly, and then crouched behind False God's back.

Feeling Zuxiang's increasingly weak struggle, Void God finally felt relieved, and he looked not far away, where Qi Ting had already manipulated the power of Zhiyang to come.

The same ancestral breath made Void God dare not be careless.

"Spit out the Palace Master Wushuang!" Qi Ting's face turned ashen, "Otherwise, don't blame me for beheading you on the spot!"

As if he had heard the best joke in the world, Xu Shen sneered, "I don't quite understand, you have already become an ancestor, why do you still care about this little half-ancestor?"

There was a flicker in Qi Ting's eyes, and then he stopped speaking, and with a wave of his arms, a Qilin treasure surrounded by the power of the sun roared and attacked the Void God.

Seeing this, the Demon God Ancestor behind him swung his two huge arms and slammed at Qilin.

Immediately, there was a huge tremor on the battlefield, and the light waves generated after the collision of virtual power and divine power illuminated the extremely dark place.

Void God and Qi Ting each took a heavy step back, and when the unicorn treasure finally dissipated, it ruthlessly tore off half of the arm of the demon god ancestor.

"Release Palace Master Wushuang, or your ancestor's arm will not be broken next time." Qi Ting said in a low voice.

Void God didn't speak, just when he was about to strike again, the Demon God Ancestor behind him suddenly trembled violently.

The next moment, a long river of sword waterfalls shot out directly through the body, blasting the entire head of the ancestor of the demon god who shrouded the sky.

At the same time, a figure with divine patterns floating all over his body raised his sword.

The Divine Sword of Tailuo pointed at the ground obliquely, Jian Wushuang proudly looked at Void God, then raised the Divine Sword of Tailuo and slashed down heavily.

This sword is like opening the sky!

The ancestor of the demon god collapsed directly, and the virtual god barely raised his hand to resist.

Seeing that Jian Wushuang was intact, Qi Ting was overjoyed, and manipulated Zhiyang's divine power to blast the False God together.

With this blow, even nothingness was nirvana, like a black hole devouring everything, absorbing any divine and imaginary power that escaped in the universe.

All the Supremes and Voids who were fighting looked at this scene in shock.

After the rays of light dissipated, in the collapsed void, the Void God, whose left arm was destroyed and his chest was horribly holed, slowly took a step forward.

The supreme weakness dissipated, and he couldn't even continue to mend his broken body.

Jian Wushuang lifted the sword and floated down, looking at him with a touch of complexity in the depths of his eyes.

If in the last catastrophic battle, Void God killed the killer, then he and the old man would have absolutely no hope of surviving.

But in the end, for some reason, he let them go from Emperor Biter's hands.

No one spoke first, even though most of his body was broken, Void God remained upright, and the gloomy majesty in his eyes never changed.

"I just want to ask a question, obviously we are mortal enemies, why did you let us go?" Jian Wushuang did not take the next step, and questioned False God with a voice that only the two of them could hear.

"There is no reason. The current scene is all caused by me. My biggest mistake was to underestimate your growth." Void God looked at Jian Wushuang and said word by word, "Your terrible Growth has far exceeded my expectations.”

Without speaking, Jian Wushuang already understood why Void God let him die in the first place, but everything has already happened, and no one can change it.

An invisible sword lingering with red-gold divine patterns emerged from his hand, Jian Wushuang said, "You should know what's going on next, I can't let you die."

Xu Shen's calm face raised the corners of his mouth, "My life is not so easy to take, just come."

Jian Wushuang was equally calm, if he was waiting to be killed, then he would not be a False God.

Turning the sword intent with the body, the immeasurable kendo Changhong is like a big river, rushing towards the Void God in an instant.

"don't want!"

The Emperor Devourer, who was being haunted by the old man, roared anxiously. He wanted to rescue Jian Wushuang, but he couldn't let go. He could only watch Jian Wushuang's sword stabbing towards the Void God with his sword as if entering no one's land.

"Pfft—"

The sound of gold and iron piercing the flesh resounded, and the incomparable river of swordsmanship poured into False God's chest, destroying his ancestral origin.

He didn't dodge anything, just stood where he was and let Jian Wushuang's long sword penetrate.

Jian Wushuang was shocked. If Void God resisted desperately, then the best situation would be that Void God died and he was seriously injured.

But Void God didn't resist. Instead, after Jian Wushuang's long sword pierced his body, he stretched out his hand to grasp the blade and pushed it forward.

The monstrous power collapsed, and the avenue belonging to the False God was irreversibly collapsing.

Supreme luck began to overflow from his body, and fed back to the imaginary universe through the cracks in the moat.

All the Xu Zun who were fighting desperately felt that the Void God was about to perish, and they all looked at the Void God in despair.

"Jian Wushuang, I have destroyed my luck in the ancestral realm, and I just want to ask you for one thing."

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