Chapter 1405: The Fall of All Trees

Wanmu Lingzun's face also changed drastically, and he was scared to death.

Because the endless spells completely ignored the innate Wuji Divine Thunder defense, and all fell on Wanmu Lingzun's body, and then merged into his body.

Wanmu Lingzun's face froze, and his eyes showed a horrified expression. The spell merged into his body, but he didn't feel it at all, but he naturally didn't think that Huan Tianmou was joking with him again.

Just when he was full of confusion, the ten Mahayana cultivators not far away showed horrified expressions.

It turned out that a black thread emerged from the center of Wanmu Lingzun's eyebrows, and quickly spread throughout his body. Even his neck had a spider web of black threads.

"Is it the legendary curse killing technique?" The face of the White Eyed Saint was pale. He had already seen that Wanmu Lingzun, who had lost the Ten Thousand Thunder God Staff, was no match for the Great Spiritual Master.

Moreover, at this point, the ten Mahayana cultivators all understood that this battle was in the calculation of the Great Spiritual Venerable from the beginning. The prophecy rule was indeed worthy of its reputation and was worthy of being one of the ten great rules.

They had never heard of the Heavenly Dao Absolute Killing Technique that the Great Spiritual Venerable performed before them, because throughout the ages, there were very few cultivators who could truly advance to the realm of the Great Spiritual Venerable, and even if they advanced to the realm of the Great Spiritual Venerable and comprehended the Heavenly Dao Absolute Killing Technique, they would not reveal it.

Xiao Lin also gained the trust of the Phantom Spiritual Venerable, so he revealed some of it to him.

Ten Mahayana cultivators mistook the Heavenly Dao Absolute Killing Technique performed by the Great Spiritual Venerable as the Curse Killing Technique. In the world of cultivating immortals, there is a cultivation direction, that is, witch cultivation. Witch cultivation is divided into two branches, one is the Spiritual Witch and the other is the Physical Witch. The physical witch in the legend does not cultivate the soul, but only the body. Even many of the physical cultivation techniques are said to be inherited from the physical witch lineage, but the physical witch lineage has been extinct in ancient times, at least it has never been heard of in this spiritual world.

Spiritual witches are just the opposite. They mainly cultivate the soul, not the body. They will re-possess the body once every few hundred years and abandon the already broken body. This also makes the soul of the spirit witch extremely powerful and can perform some incredible magical powers.

Curse Killing Technique is one of them, and it is a magical power that can only be cultivated by the spirit witches when they have cultivated to the extreme.

Curse Killing Technique has basically disappeared, and the Heavenly Dao Curse Killing Technique in the legend has the attack power that ignores all tangible energy.

Of course, they didn't know that the Great Spirit Venerable was not using the spell of killing, but the Heavenly Way Killing Technique that he realized after the prophecy rules reached perfection. It was to condense the prophecy rules into a spell to curse the cultivators, and it was a dark prophecy in the prophecy rules. It can be generally understood as gathering all the disasters and dangers of the hostile cultivators in the future in the form of prophecy spells and merging them into the body of the cultivators.

If a person gathers too much negative energy in a short period of time, it may lead to mental breakdown, which may lead to madness at the least, self-mutilation or even suicide at the worst.

The same is true for cultivators. Although cultivators have a much higher tolerance than ordinary people, the disasters and dangers they encounter in their lives are also much higher than those of ordinary people. Endless negative encounters, even dangers and disasters, gather together in an instant and appear in the sea of ​​consciousness of the cultivators. The result can be imagined.

Soon, Wanmu Lingzun's eyes showed a horrified expression, empty and void, the black silk at the center of his eyebrows had spread all over his body, and his face turned black.

Countless spells in the void were still shooting into his body.

As the spells emerged, there was also a chanting sound that shook the void. Every character was shocking. Even the ten Mahayana monks were terrified, fearing that those terrible spells would attack them.

I don’t know how long it took. For many people, it seemed like a long time and it seemed like just a moment. The spells in the void no longer appeared. Wanmu Lingzun’s eyes had completely turned black, dull and empty, just standing there quietly.

The huge innate Wuji Shenlei Shield around him was also stagnant, with a trace of lightning flashing on the surface.

The pretty face of Empress Jin Shu had turned snow-white. She looked at the dumbfounded Wanmu Lingzun with deep fear in her eyes, and then looked at the Da Lingzun who was standing alone in the void. Her heart was mixed with mixed feelings. Her footsteps had begun to slowly move back.

The situation is now very clear. Although she doesn't know whether Wanmu Lingzun can survive this disaster, it is obvious that Huantianmou has gained the upper hand. Once Wanmu Lingzun dies, the six of them, even if they unite, may not be the opponent of Huantianmou and the four Mahayana cultivators of the four tribes of Beitian.

It is not easy to cultivate for tens of thousands of years. The reason why she is willing to become the forbidden food of Wanmu Lingzun is to obtain more resources. Now that the big tree she is leaning on is about to fall, she should also make some plans for herself.

But she is still hesitant. After all, the monk can run away but the temple cannot. Her colorful spider clan cannot leave Beitianyu. If Huantianmou settles the accounts in the autumn and destroys her colorful spider clan, she will become the sinner of the clan. If she does not leave this place, she will be settled before the autumn.

Just as she was hesitating, the voice of Phantom Spirit Lord suddenly sounded: "This war was originally a matter between the human race and the spirit race. Although they chose Wanmu Spirit Lord, it was just a helpless move. As long as the six of you stand still, after I kill Wan Mu Lingzun, I will definitely forget the past, and I will also be able to allocate resources accordingly for you and your race. If you are stubborn and insist on being an enemy of me, then I will also There will be no psychological burden, and he and his tribe will be slaughtered."

After hearing this, Empress Jin Shu and Patriarch Poison Fire stopped moving back.

Even the three-headed god king, who has always had a bad temper, is as obedient as a baby.

Seeing the performance of several people, Phantom Spirit Master showed a satisfied expression.

"Bang~~" Wanmu Lingzun's dark eyes suddenly erupted into a bright explosion like the sky was shattering, and then his body fell straight down.

The stagnant innate infinite divine thunder shield suddenly began to surge and would explode at any time.

Everyone who saw this scene was shocked. They were all very clear about the destructive effect that a full-strength attack from the Spirit Master level could cause. When they were about to dodge, the Phantom Spirit Master swayed slightly and reached the Xiantian Wuji. From the sky above the divine thunder shield, he grabbed it with one hand.

The void seemed to be pulled down, and along with the large area of ​​light gray spiritual light gathered together, it turned into a huge hand, directly grabbing the innate infinite divine thunder shield in the palm of the hand, and then the big hand fiercely The ground shook, and the surrounding void within a few thousand feet was shattered layer by layer. The big hand that tightly grasped the innate infinite divine thunder shield instantly shot into the endless void of the universe and disappeared without a trace.

"Boom~~"

After a brief crack, the void closed again. From the endless cracks, streaks of lightning shot out, but they were quickly cut off by the closed void.

The Great Spirit Master used his supreme supernatural power to move the innate infinite divine thunder shield into the void of the universe to avoid the destruction of living beings caused by it.

It was only at this moment that everyone really saw the body of Wanmu Lingzun lying on the ground. It was obvious that his soul had been completely wiped out. At this moment, only a corpse was left, indicating the death of Wanmu Lingzun.

"Wanmu Lingzun has fallen."

A voice suddenly sounded in the sky, and then a large cheer erupted from the side of the Xuanwu Mountains. The Spirit Clan Immortal Army instantly became gloomy and miserable. Countless Spirit Clan monks had pale faces and expressions of despair in their eyes.

Even Lei Ao, who was standing in front of the immortal army, was dumbfounded at this moment. He originally thought that as long as Wan Mu Lingzun could contain Huan Tianmou, he would lead the 30 million spirit clan immortal army to sweep across the four tribes of Beitian and conquer the entire Beitian. The Sky Broken Realm was completely slaughtered, and future troubles would be eliminated forever.

But he never expected that it would be such a result.

Under the magical power of Huantianmou, Wanmu Lingzun could not hold on for even half an hour before his body died and his path disappeared. The grand hegemony and immortal path to immortality became an illusion.

"咻咻咻~~~"

Suddenly, Saint Lord White Eyes, Saint Lord Earth Eyes, Saint Lord White Feathers, and Saint Lord Lengsha acted simultaneously. A ball of four-color aura instantly penetrated their bodies, and the shadows of the four great immortal spirits appeared faintly in the void.

It was the Four Spirits War.

The Four Spirit Formation was accompanied by the sound of dragons roaring and tigers roaring, and countless azure dragons, white tigers, Xuanwu, and Suzakus transformed by auras flew towards the Spirit Clan's immortal army.

Each one was hundreds of feet in size. The power of wind, fire, earth and gold instantly rushed into the spirit tribe's immortal army. Suddenly, screams could be heard one after another. Empress Jin Shu and the other six people all stood with their hands tied up with pale faces. With the death of the Wood Spirit Lord, the spirit tribe's immortal army has become a lamb to be slaughtered. Four Mahayana monks can destroy these 30 million immortal armies.

In the world of immortal cultivation, except for a few ancient formations that can kill immortals and demons, ordinary formations have very weak effects on Mahayana monks. In the spiritual world, the number of immortal cultivators is sometimes not the key.

What's more, the four Mahayana also formed the Four Spirit Formation, which increased their attack power to the extreme.

Lei Ao was the first to bear the brunt, and a white tiger phantom shot towards him fiercely. Although he wanted to escape, the tens of thousands of miles of void were already as solid as a rock, and it was impossible to teleport.

Empress Jin Shu and the Poison Fire Patriarch also understood that they could only watch this battle. The Great Spirit Master on the side was standing with his hands tied, but the aura on his body was condensed. They knew very well that as long as they If he takes action, the Great Spirit Master will be merciless.

Moreover, they will also implicate their own tribesmen. Naturally, they are very clear about what is right and what is wrong.

The immortal armies of the four tribes on the Xuanwu Spine Mountain also took advantage of the situation and rushed out. The stream of light in the sky gathered into large meteors and shot towards the immortal army of the spirit tribe. The shouts of killing shook the sky, and the cold murderous aura filled the nine heavens. A day destined to be remembered by many immortal cultivators.

Xiao Lin and Lin Xueying, who were standing hundreds of miles away, also had mixed feelings, each with their own differences. Xiao Lin was more indifferent. The road to immortality was inherently doomed, and the doomsday was divided into three types: heaven, earth, and people. The so-called Natural disasters and man-made disasters, the racial war before us, are naturally a struggle for interests, but for all the immortal cultivators involved, it is not a disaster.

Lin Xueying's pretty face showed an unbearable expression. She asked, "In her opinion, it does not mean fighting and killing. In such a battle, there are countless dead and injured creatures. There are definitely more than tens of millions of cultivators who have fallen in front of them.

You should know that these immortal cultivators are all elites of each race, and they are also the best endowed ones of each race. However, in this meat grinder-like battlefield, no matter you are a genius or a prodigy, you have to experience the same scenes and the same dangers.

"Huh?" Xiao Lin was slightly stunned. Among the immortal soldiers of the four northern tribes, a man actually rushed out. This man was holding a golden long stick, his body was shining with golden scales, and he was tall. He swung the stick and flashed layers of stick shadows.

The stick shadows shot into the group of spiritual cultivators, exploded one after another, and attracted countless screams.

The man didn't care at all. His figure turned into a golden light, flashed, and appeared a hundred feet away. The spiritual cultivators who were originally standing within this hundred feet all flew out in all directions, and half of them spit blood and fell to the ground, dying.

"Yuan Hong?" Xiao Lin said to himself in surprise.

"I didn't expect Yuan Hong to have mixed into the immortal army of the four tribes of Beitian. This guy is indispensable wherever there is a fight." Lin Xueying also saw it and said speechlessly.

"Xueying is right. My disciple is a natural warmonger. The Holy Scale Burning Heaven Technique can be carried forward more in him than in me." Xiao Lin also smiled helplessly.

"Xueying is just worried that he will be entangled in too much karma if he kills too much?" Lin Xueying said worriedly.

"The immortal path of heaven has the saying of killing disasters. Everyone has his own way. Yuan Hong's pure heart makes him unstoppable on the immortal path. He is warlike but not murderous, brave but not cruel. Maybe he can really find his own immortal path." After a moment of silence, Xiao Lin said.

The four people, Tianmu Shuangsheng, Baiyu Shengjun and Lengsha Shengjun, formed the Four Spirits Formation. After breaking up the formation of the Spirit Clan's immortal army, they stopped and stopped attacking. Instead, they came to the side of Huanling Zun and stood in the void.

The millions of immortal soldiers of the four tribes of Beitian began to form a large formation, rushed into the scattered cultivators of the Spirit Clan, and began to harvest.

In such a war, once the formation was scattered and the confidence was greatly damaged, it was basically a landslide. Facing the cultivators of the four tribes of Beitian who formed a large formation, the Spirit Clan cultivators running around were far inferior in terms of escape speed and attack power. Almost under one impact, they turned into a mass of flesh and blood, and even the Yuanshen rarely survived.

This was simply a massacre. The Great Spirit Zun looked down with an expressionless coldness. The world is unkind and treats all things as straw dogs. In the eyes of the Great Spirit Zun, these Spirit Clan cultivators are nothing but ants.

Even Xiao Lin sighed and sighed secretly when he saw this scene.

As the mighty wind blew past, Xiao Lin inexplicably felt a hint of chill. Perhaps this was the truth about the world of immortal cultivation.