Chapter 41 The Terrifying Battle of the Supremes

After doing all this, Zixiao put the black knife·Ye back into his Qiankun ring.

He slapped his hands a few times, as if there was invisible dust on them.

"It's over! Old Qian, do you have any sense? I'm in this state, why don't you help me?!"

"Come, come, young master..."

Before Zixiao spoke, Manager Qian was in a state of confusion.

Seeing that Lord Long of Chilian City died in front of him, the shock really made him not know what to say.

You know, even the palace master of his own family would be a little afraid of the Lord of Chilian City.

Just as Manager Qian stepped forward to support Zixiao.

The whole city began to tremble wildly, the ground shook, the buildings collapsed, and the Dao rhyme of the Three Thousand Avenues was even more chaotic.

"What, what happened?! What happened again?!"

Manager Qian and Xiao Cui were about to collapse.

Who can bear this continuous stimulation?

Mountains collapsed, rivers flowed backwards, and the scene of the sky collapsing and the earth collapsing was like the end of the world.

Crack, crack, crack, crack...

In the center of the city, cracks appeared on the ground, as if something was about to emerge from it.

Boom! !

At this moment, there was a loud bang, and the earth completely collapsed. A giant hand covered with spikes stretched out from it. The moment the hand appeared, the surrounding space began to collapse.

It seemed that the heaven and earth would not allow this creature to wake up.

Boom, boom, boom...

The earth was still making mournful sounds.

The giant hand was getting higher and higher, until it covered the entire city and the entire sky.

Then, the hand slapped Zixiao's position fiercely.

The giant hand that covered the sky suddenly descended from the clouds, carrying the breath of destroying the world. This giant hand seemed to be the anger of the gods, making the whole world tremble.

It was said before that there were cultivators from various forces in Chilian City, and there were many cultivators with outstanding cultivation.

But even they, when facing the giant hand covering the sky, the spiritual power on their bodies was obscure and exhausted. The divine aura alone made them unable to resist. If they did not stop it, not to mention Zixiao, the whole city would be destroyed in an instant.

At this moment, an ethereal voice resounded through the world.

"How dare you!"

I saw the misty white dress dancing slightly in the wind, and a jade-like hand gently slapped the sky.

Pop...

It was as if a drop of rain fell in the sea.

Countless white spiritual powers rushed towards the world-destroying giant hand in the sky.

Boom!!!

The sky and the earth lost their color in an instant!

The roar made everyone temporarily deaf, and the shining light made people cry unconsciously.

Thousands of mountains around Chilian City collapsed at the same time at this moment. This collision shocked the universe, and the existence of major holy places and forbidden areas was revived. Because the impact was too great, the supreme aura and fluctuations swept the universe.

Above the sky, cracks are appearing one after another.

There seems to be golden liquid flowing in the cracks, until it drops to the ground, and every drop that falls will make a bottomless chasm appear on the ground.

The sky is bleeding, and the mountains are collapsing.

The battle between the Supremes is so terrifying. Compared with it, the so-called Lord Long, who is obviously at the level of a Saint King, is like a baby in front of this great power.

Buzz...

The formation pattern of the Chilian City, which had already been broken, is constantly flashing. This is the smart people in the city activating the formation.

The aura of the Supreme is extraordinary. Even if it is not coming for them, they may be affected. This is not the real battle of the Supreme.

It is unknown how long it took for the earth to gradually return to peace.

Zixiao and others opened their eyes and saw only the ruins around them. If the formation pattern of Chilian City had not been activated, this huge city that was like a small world might not even leave ruins.

The giant hand above the sky has disappeared.

Piaomiao stood still, but her already white face was even paler.

Zixiao walked forward and asked tentatively: "Elder Piaomiao, are you okay?"

Piaomiao looked at Zixiao with a smile and said: "What do you think?"

"Elder Piaomiao has great magical powers. He can just wave his hand and the enemy will be wiped out. I overstepped my bounds. Oh, right! My wife is about to give birth, so I'll leave first!"

After that, Zixiao winked at Manager Qian and asked him to help him leave quickly.

If his spiritual power had not been exhausted and his body was half-crippled, he would have crawled away from this dangerous place long ago!

Manager Qian seemed not to see Zixiao's gaze, and was staring blankly at the ruins around him, wondering what he was thinking.

This damn thing!

Zixiao was angry at him for not fighting, but now was not the time to care so much. He took the black knife out of the storage space again, stuck it into the ground as a support, and walked away step by step.

At this moment, the ethereal voice sounded faintly behind Zixiao.

"Little guy, where are you going?"

Hearing this, Zixiao's body stiffened, and he turned around slowly, with a far-fetched smile on his face: "Well, Elder Piaomiao, I'm thinking about the things here, and my wife is about to give birth, so I should go back anyway..."

"Oh?"

Piaomiao waved her little hand lightly, surprised: "So you have a wife, that's good, take your wife and go back to the sect with me..."

"Go back to the sect?"

Zixiao's mouth twitched slightly: "I say, Elder Piaomiao, how can I be your disciple? What's more, I am still injured now. Even if I want to be your disciple, I have to wait until my injuries are healed..."

Swoosh...

Before Zixiao finished speaking, a sharp wind came.

Piaomiao shot a pill directly into Zixiao's mouth.

Gurgle...

Zixiao swallowed it subconsciously.

After the pill entered his stomach, a warm current swept through Zixiao's body. The broken bones continued to fuse, and the messy injuries inside began to heal as the medicine took effect.

"Is this...holy medicine??"

Manager Qian was dumbfounded. The value of holy medicine is immeasurable. It is second only to the emperor medicine and the immortal medicine. The latter two can instantly heal the wounds of the Tao, and even let the emperor live again.

And the holy medicine has the miraculous effect of killing people with flesh and bones.

Even if a cultivator only has one breath left, the holy medicine can bring him back to life in an instant.

This is the magic of the holy medicine.

Although Zixiao's injuries are serious, they are far from the extent of needing holy medicine.

Bang bang bang...

Zixiao's body made bursts of bone cracking sounds, which is the proof of his recovery.

Being able to make such sounds proves how strong his physique is. Even if he doesn't use this holy medicine, it is enough to use ordinary elixirs to regulate his breath for a period of time.

Manager Qian showed a look of pain on his face.