Chapter 145 The Demise of the Eight Great Families

The night was falling, the stars were looming, and on the top of a lonely and green mountain, a figure sat leisurely.

He held a bottle of fine wine and took a sip occasionally. The aroma of the wine seemed to float lightly with the wind, but it could not hide the solemn atmosphere around him.

Across from him, more than a dozen old men in gorgeous brocade robes were suspended in the air. Their faces were shrouded in the shadows of night and fear. Their bodies trembled slightly involuntarily, like candles in the wind, which could go out at any time.

These dozen old men were all hidden ancestors from major families. The purpose of their trip was to rescue the two old men who were fighting with Xiao Yaoer and others.

However, at this moment, they seemed to be bound by invisible shackles and stopped moving forward.

As powerful people in the Dharma Realm, they should be fearless and turn the tide, but at this moment, facing the seemingly leisurely but endlessly oppressive existence in front of them, the courage and strength in their hearts seemed to be deprived by invisible forces, leaving only endless fear and helplessness.

The night was as dark as ink, and the mountain breeze was blowing gently, quietly transmitting the tense atmosphere of the confrontation to the surroundings. Every sound seemed particularly clear, but it seemed to be swallowed by the endless silence.

The breeze was blowing.

The dust under the barren mountain was blown by the wind, raising dust all over the sky.

"Senior... Senior, we are descendants of the fairy world. I don't know why you stopped us..." One of the dozen old men slowly said.

However, there was no response.

Lin Qingzhi was still drinking the wine in the wine pot, and it seemed that he didn't take the dozen old men seriously at all.

As for the descendants of the fairy world in the old man's mouth, Lin Qingzhi didn't care even more.

As time went by, he accepted more and more power from the game character. Now, even he didn't know how powerful it was.

At the beginning, he could still go to the ninth heaven of the fairy world to fight with the strongest.

Although beating them was like beating children, at least it could loosen up his muscles.

But now, let alone beating children, seeing those guys waving their hands, they can crush ants like ants.

Suddenly, Lin Qingzhi put down the wine pot in his hand and turned to look in the east. In that direction, the battlefield where Xiao Yaoer was had already had a result.

Lin Qingzhi slowly stood up, and the wine bottle in his hand seemed to blend into the air, leaving no trace. His eyes, as deep as the night, slowly swept over the trembling old men, and every look seemed to penetrate people's hearts.

"Since they are all dead, it's your turn. Why don't you do something good? Be a traitor..."

Lin Qingzhi shook his head lightly, lifted his right foot lightly, and slowly stepped into the void.

In an instant, delicate ripples quietly spread in the void, like the surface of the water being brushed by a breeze, but it contained a heart-pounding power.

These ripples spread rapidly and swept towards the old men. Wherever they passed, the space seemed to be gently kneaded by invisible hands and vibrated.

The old men looked at the approaching ripples, their faces turned pale in an instant, their eyes full of fear and despair.

This mysterious man could imprison them firmly in this seemingly peaceful but murderous world with his own strength.

No matter what they said, the mysterious man just ignored them.

But now he did it without saying anything.

As circles of subtle but powerful ripples spread in the air, Lin Qingzhi's figure gradually merged into the surrounding void, as if quietly swallowed by an invisible force.

At the same time, several mysterious objects hidden in the bodies of several old men were also silently extracted from their bodies with the disappearance of Lin Qingzhi, and disappeared together in this space.

As Lin Qingzhi's resolute figure gradually disappeared into nothingness, circles of delicate ripples quietly rippled, silently approaching the bodies of those hunchbacked old men.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

The ripples touched lightly, as if touching some indescribable restriction. The bodies of the old men exploded in an instant, turning into a bloody rain, and their eternal souls were also shattered into starlight under this blow, disappearing with the wind and returning to nothingness.

This force did not stop there. It penetrated the old man's broken body, like an all-pervasive wind, and continued to spread to the distance. Wherever it passed, the grass and trees swayed, the mountains trembled, and even the solid buildings seemed to tremble under the afterglow of this force, as if even the space itself was moved.

In the clan lands of the eight great families, the children of those families were waiting for their ancestors or people of the same clan who went to battle to come back, however.

And in the depths of the territory of the eight great families, the children of each clan were waiting expectantly, looking forward to the triumphant return of their respected ancestors or brave warriors of the same clan.

However, just when this expectation reached its peak, the strange ripples from afar had silently crossed the mountains, forests and houses, bringing an ominous omen quietly into this quiet place.

In an instant, the night sky seemed to be torn apart, and a series of deafening "bang bang bang" sounds exploded over the ancient and solemn family lands, shaking every inch of land, startling countless birds, and breaking the silence of the night.

These eight great families were once legends that stood firm on the vast continent. Their roots were deeply rooted in the long river of history and witnessed countless vicissitudes of life.

However, on such an ordinary and extraordinary night, they were like candles in the wind, ruthlessly swallowed by an irresistible force, leaving no trace, not even a trace of flesh dust was spared, leaving only dust all over the sky, slowly drifting away with the aftermath of the explosion, returning to nothingness.

At the same time, those rare treasures accumulated over generations, as if being pulled by invisible hands, broke free from the ground that bound them, shining with alluring light, piercing the night sky, disappearing between the vast night and stars, leaving behind A mystery that makes people imagine.

Linjiang Village, Lin Qingzhi's home, he returned home.

He stood in the yard and looked up at the night sky.

The next moment, treasures pierced the night sky and fell towards the yard where Lin Qingzhi was.

Lin Qingzhi stretched out his hand and the treasures fell into his space ring.

The royal family has always wanted to get rid of the eight aristocratic families, and now that he has helped them get rid of them, he can accept these treasures.

"Qingzhi, what are you doing up so late at night!"

At this time, a voice sounded from outside. Lin Qingzhi turned around and looked, but it was his grandfather standing outside the yard.

"Grandpa, why aren't you sleeping yet..."

Lin Qingzhi turned around and walked outside.

"I ate your grandma's new dish tonight, which made your grandpa and I run to the bathroom several times. I just happened to see that the light was still on at your place, so I came over to ask."

Grandpa said, holding his stomach.

Hearing this, Lin Qingzhi quickly covered his mouth, fearing that he would laugh out loud.

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