Chapter 775: The Falling Star Arrives, the Chen Family Gathers Together

In Xiancangyuan, the Ghost Face Clan’s residence and dojo are located. ɱ

This place is now unrecognizable, a devastated scene. The ancient temple of the Taoist temple that once stood majestic has now become a ruined building with broken stones scattered all over the place.

Large swaths of ancient trees were uprooted, their branches and leaves withered, and whatever glory they once had, was also lost in the brutal war.

The mountains and rivers around the ashram have also been destroyed by powerful magic. The land is cracked and the rivers are drying up. The former beauty no longer exists.

The cave of the Ghost Face Clan monks is also in a mess. The once busy training area is now in ruins, the magic circle is broken, and the spiritual energy is dissipated.

Fragments of refined magic weapons are scattered among the ruins of the major training caves, and the scene is desolate.

The fallen rocks and ancient forests were filled with the blood of the Ghost Face Clan. Whether they were old, weak, women and children without spiritual roots, or powerful Ghost Face Clan monks, they were all massacred...

There are thirty Mahayana monks standing in mid-air, and there are two late-stage Mahayana monks alone, and all directions are filled with cold-faced star-sea creatures, numbering in the millions!

"The Ghost Face Clan, during the era of great slaughter by all clans, used to be the bloody blade of our clan. I didn't expect that they would be reduced to this now."

A late-stage Mahayana venerable wearing a ferocious black mask said coldly, "The opportunity has been given to you. There is not even a powerful Tianzun in this clan. You are too ignorant."

"It seems that they have been suppressed too much by the Immortal Palace. They are just a race that is lingering in the Immortal Blue Plains. There is nothing wrong with letting you recognize your ancestors and return to the clan."

A soft female voice sounded, it was another late Mahayana monk, her eyes gradually became sharp, "Does it mean that as a cultivator, you don't even recognize the main clan?!"

On the ground, there were several violent sounds of coughing blood, all from the elders of the Ghost Face Clan.

They raised their heads with difficulty and showed a low sneer: "As taught by our ancestors, the Ghost Face Clan is the Ghost Face Clan. They will only bow to spirit stones, but they will never bow to the strong. Our clan has killed countless evildoers, and sooner or later the clan will be annihilated. However, It’s just morning and evening!”

Roar!

Behind them, the creatures of the Ghost Face Tribe gradually got up, their eyes were blood-red, and their expressions were unyielding. They were just a lineage of the Ghost Face Tribe in the Taiyi world, the bullshit main tribe!

Their ancestors dared to assassinate the Great Immortal, how could they stay under other clans for a long time!

"It seems that it's still the fantasy of our ancestors that has prevented you, the Ghost Face Clan, from recognizing the reality."

The black-masked monk snorted coldly, "A race that is rejected by all races in the world. The blood flowing in your blood is the blood of sin. Death is not a pity. We are really disappointed."

"Hahaha...!"

Several elders of the Ghost Face Clan were vomiting blood and laughing on the ground. Their majestic cultivation was still causing violent fluctuations in the vitality of the world, and the winds and clouds surged.

The black mask frowned and shook his head, and said in a low voice: "If you are stubborn, there is no need for your lineage to exist. Then live in the ancient times and always be with your ancestors."

Buzz —

As soon as he finished speaking, he held up the sky with his palm, and weak ripples began to appear between the sky and the earth. The ripples were like an invisible piece of cloth, being gently pulled apart.

As the ripples spread, the power of the rules of heaven and earth spread, covering everything around it.

At this moment, the clouds seemed to gather on his palm, forming a black vortex.

There was a cold aura exuding from the vortex, which became more and more solidified in his palm, forming a twisted black space.

This black space seems to be filled with endless void and darkness, making people feel a deep fear.

The masked monk waved his hand, and the black space instantly expanded, covering the entire sky, like a black clear sky, but it made people feel chilly.

Under this black sky, the earth began to tremble, as if it was about to be swallowed by darkness.

In the black space, an indescribable pressure began to spread, and it seemed that even time and space were being distorted at this moment.

The remaining members of the Ghost Face Clan felt that it was difficult to operate their spiritual power, as if they were enveloped by the power of darkness, and their lives were gradually withering away in this black void.

Their expressions became increasingly painful, and there was despair in their eyes.

The real catastrophe of genocide has come, and no matter how unyielding they were just now, they are still filled with fear at this moment, and their whole bodies are trembling inadvertently.

There is no more... combat power to resist.

The sky is full of creatures from the sea of ​​​​stars in all directions, and they look down on everything indifferently.

There was even a cruel smile faintly showing at the corner of his mouth, as if he was admiring this absolutely stunning picture, and even secretly admiring the master's skills. This is the consequence of being disrespectful!

At this time, at the bottom of a ruins.

Yu Fangshuo's pupils were dilated, his limbs were severed, his immortality was damaged, and blood flowed on his face, blurring his ordinary but stern face.

A fat man passed out beside him, his immortal meridians were broken, and his foundation was lost...

Their temperament could have prevented this catastrophe of genocide, but after thousands of years of cultivating immortals and traveling to various heavens to earn spiritual stones, it was ultimately for their own small clan.

The opponent this time was too powerful... so powerful that it exceeded their imagination. It turned out to be a remnant from the wild star sea...

Phew~

Several broken portraits floated before his eyes. Yu Fangshuo's eyes were lowered. The pain was so painful that it penetrated his bones. He had never felt that it was so painful for the Mahayana Venerable to be injured...

But what was more terrifying than the pain was despair. His previous ambitions for the race and the path to heaven in his heart came to an abrupt end at this moment.

Accidents never stop in the world of immortality, and killing never stops because of one's ambition.

He gathered the last of his magic power and spat out a ball of blood. That was the blood of the true spirit that he had photographed. He could send a message to the Ghost Face Clan working outside. There were two more people... They were not in the Savage Sky Region.

"Ghost...Ming, I can't hold on...anymore. My clan was...destroyed. Don't...come back. Escape."

Yu Fangshuo smiled with great difficulty, and every hair was in pain. "If I can...come out alive, I will take you to that...that brothel, and live well. It was me...who didn't protect them well."

"But I...I still have a mission to complete, but...I already know their names, Meng Sheng, Yu Chen, Yu Yiwei...help me...one last time."

Yu Fangshuo's eyes were bloodshot, and he was about to spit out blood with a wow sound, but he swallowed it forcefully. Finally, he used all his strength to gather his mind and roared, "I...wait...for you to come back and avenge my clan!!"

Buzz-

The ruins shook suddenly, and the masked woman above the sky had noticed something.

She instantly appeared in front of Yu Fangshuo and smiled coldly: "I didn't expect you to have a trick up your sleeve. You are indeed a member of the Ghost Face Clan."

After the woman finished speaking, she glanced at the void with a rather unfriendly look. She could not stop the True Spirit Blood.

But she took the flying portraits and looked at them carefully. She frowned and said, "What kind of ghost painting is this? Don't you want to explain it to me?"

Yu Fangshuo's pupils were still scattered, his lips slightly opened, but he had no strength to speak. Even his mind fell into dead silence, and he just stared at the masked woman with bloodshot eyes.

"Useless race, useless things, really disgust me..."

The masked woman spoke coldly, holding the portraits tightly in her hands, "Great Master, you deserve me to personally send you off."

Before she finished speaking, suddenly, the sky was red in the distance, and a shaking sound rolled in. The magnificent and terrifying aura permeated every corner of the world, like a peerless monster coming suddenly!

Swish!

Swish!

Swish!

…

One after another, huge meteorite fireballs streaked across the sky, and the black clear sky was shattered in an instant, and was instantly dyed a fiery red by the terrifying meteorite!

The black masked monk's eyes condensed, and the whole body that was casting the spell suddenly stopped, as if it was frozen in place!

Under the ruins.

The several portraits held by the masked woman seemed to be resurrected, and they fluttered wildly in her hands. The wind blew, and the woman's black hair actually flew in this closed space.

A strand of hair seemed to be cut off and fell gently...

Outside the ruins, the fire bloomed in the air, illuminating the entire land, but such light was accompanied by a strange blood-red, like a bloody twilight.

Rumble! Rumble!

The earth continued to collapse, the ground cracked like a mirror, and endless cracks spread like a dragon.

The terrifying power of the law surged in these cracks, and even the mountains in the distance trembled under this impact, as if they were about to collapse at any time!

Those falling meteorites were like the thunder of destruction, carrying the breath of destruction, sweeping across the thirty-six directions of the earth like a raging sea!

The whole land seemed to be immersed in the might of destruction, and all the creatures in the sea of ​​stars trembled, feeling the threat from the magnificent meteorite fireball!

In this ever-changing moment, the world seemed to have lost its tranquility, and only the frenzy of destruction was raging.

The black-masked monk looked at the thirty-six directions of the falling meteorite fireball crater, and his pupils were all in a state of great change, not the sky, but the creatures! ! !

In the meteorite crater, the figures bathed in the fireball gradually stood up.

A human creature with sixteen abdominal muscles on his body looked at the millions of creatures in the sea of ​​stars in all directions with cold eyes, and just showed a faint sneer.

He walked on the ground step by step, his steps were steady and firm, and every step seemed to step on the heart of the earth.

Although the surroundings were in chaos and destruction, he seemed to be the only stable point, indestructible, and was walking slowly towards them.

And beside him was an old man who shook his head and lamented, but the lament in his eyes made people feel an unspeakable sense of oppression.

The death light that flashed inadvertently in his eyes made tens of thousands of star sea creatures in the distant sky scalp numb, and there was a trace of fear in their eyes.

Behind them, the creatures in the direction where the stars fell also walked step by step, and the firelight reflected on them, like a burning torch.

Although their eyes did not look directly at each other, each of them revealed a kind of indifference to all things that could not be explored, grasped, and resisted!

On the empty and destroyed land, they gradually walked into a row of rows, the first large gathering of the Chen family in history!

Chen Daotian clenched his fist, looked at the millions of Star Sea creatures in the air, and finally looked at the black-masked monk, who groaned, his eyes showing unbelievable shock...

"The Ghost Face Clan that Daozu wants to protect, you bunch of Star Sea waste monks dare to touch it?!"

His voice was like rolling thunder, sweeping out, and the world trembled in an instant, surging in all directions, like thousands of troops galloping past, surging, with an irresistible sense of absolute oppression!

The entire Ghost Face Clan station fell into silence, and millions of Star Sea creatures were shocked by the momentum of the Chen family, and the voice shook their souls. They were speechless and dared not refute a word...

The black-masked monk's fingers trembled slightly, and the scalps of the Mahayana monks from all sides were numb. For a time, countless eyes met, full of confusion and panic.

Under the ruins.

The pupils of the woman holding the portrait suddenly contracted, and her whole body was shaking violently, because at this moment, behind her... there was a Heavenly Lord who was staring at her!

Her back was soaked with cold sweat, and she even lost her breath, like an ant with its back to the towering immortal mountain.

"Woman, don't touch the portrait of the senior, it will, the immortal way of great extinction..."