Chapter 1788 The End

The Snow Princess Sword was put away, and Mu Xuanyin's jade finger lightly swept, and Nan Wansheng's portable space, which had no power to support it, suddenly collapsed and shattered, scattering a large area of ​​strange and mysterious light.

The things that could be carried by the Southern Ming God Emperor, even the most inconspicuous one among them, were rare treasures that ordinary people could never obtain in a lifetime. When these strange treasures appeared, the light and breath of the entire planet changed drastically, and then the earth trembled violently, as if it could no longer withstand the powerful breath released by these God Emperor's strange treasures.

Mu Xuanyin's eyes fell on a golden light floating in the air. This golden light was not dazzling, but extremely clear and pure, and it was clearly the soul light separated from the soul source. When separated, it would cause trauma to the soul source.

The only thing that could be protected by the Southern Ming God Emperor at such a cost was undoubtedly the lifeblood of the Southern Ming lineage... the inheritance of the Southern Ming divine power!

Mu Xuanyin slowly reached out and froze Nan Wansheng's head and Nanming's divine source weapon directly, imprisoning them in a blue light. Then her figure became ethereal and disappeared silently.

Until even the last trace of cold air disappeared completely, and there was no trace of her presence.

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At the cost of burning his life, he sent the seriously injured Nan Wansheng away. Nan Gui finally seemed to have no more obsessions. He held his breath and closed his old eyes, not looking at the royal city below that had been destroyed into a dark hell.

Having been an emperor for half his life, and leaving the last hope for Nanming before his death, he believed that he had done his best for Nanming and his ancestors. The future of Nanming depends on fate.

Watching Nan Wansheng escape, the two Ming Gods fighting against Yan Zu, as well as the elders, Ming Guards, and Xuanzhe who were fighting desperately below, were all shocked. For them, this was undoubtedly a revival of hope in the darkness, and it was endless hope. Even the collapsed faith was reborn.

"Nanming is eternal... Even if we die, our strength... will be reborn under the king's command!" The seriously injured Ming God roared with all his strength.

"The day when the king returns is the day when you demons will perish!"

The other Ming God had both arms broken, but his voice was blood-curdling. Every word stirred the hearts and souls of all the Nanming Xuanzhe. The originally weakened resistance force was instantly doubled, and everyone fought for their lives.

That's right, hope. For Nanming at this moment, there is nothing more luxurious than this.

However, this luxury only lasted for a few extremely short breaths.

Ping...

A sharp sound of breaking rang out in the soul sea of ​​Nan Guizhong and Liangmingshen, chilling their blood that had just been ignited.

The soul crystal was broken, Nan Wansheng...died.

Nan Guizhong's closed eyes suddenly opened, but the light in his eyes was turbid, so dark that the pupils were almost invisible.

Liangmingshen also froze in the air at the same time, his whole body trembling in the cold, as if he had fallen into the deepest and darkest ice prison.

Qianye Wugu and Qianye Bingzhu landed in front of Nan Guizhong, looking at Nan Guizhong, whose expression suddenly changed, with doubts on their faces.

Nan Guizhong raised his head little by little, his old face was filled with extreme despair.

His finger trembled as he raised it, pointing to Yun Che in the sky, and he murmured in a difficult voice: "You...actually..."

"Heh...hehe..." Nan Guizhong suddenly laughed, and his laugh was particularly sad: "My Nanming's strongest power was countered by you, and the last retreat was also calculated by you...Northern Territory Demon Lord...you...are...cruel..."

Yun Che: "...?"

"Oh?" A look of astonishment flashed across Qianye Ying'er's face. Her eyes swept across Nan Guizhong and the two Ming gods, and she whispered: "Could it be...Nan Wansheng is dead!?"

Has someone blocked the Huanming Xuanji Formation?

She suddenly turned her head and glanced at Caizhi, who had been indifferent to Nan Wansheng's escape.

"Since that's the case, let's be free." Qianye Bingzhu stretched out his palm to Nan Guizhong.

"No need to bother." Nan Guizhong said indifferently. His old eyes looked down. In his sight, the royal city had been stained with blood. The former prosperity and glory were all turned into destruction and ashes. Perhaps at this moment, he would rather have really returned that year. At least in that way, in his lifelong memory, the Nanming Royal Realm would be so proud and proud.

"Run away." His voice was heavy and long, as if it came from a rusty ancient bell: "There is no Nanming in the world anymore, and your will no longer belongs to Nanming... Run away... Run away... At least, save your life."

After the words fell, he raised his palm, condensed the last Nanming divine light in his palm, and heavily slammed it into his own soul.

Boom————

The dull roar sounded in the depths of the souls of all the Nanming Xuanzhe.

The last trace of turbid light disappeared in Nan Guizhong's pupils, and his body slowly fell down... It also collapsed the faith of all the Nanming Xuanzhe who had just been reborn.

More desperate than despair is the despair after hope.

Nan Guizhong's last words undoubtedly told them that Nan Wansheng, who had just escaped... the last hope left in Nanming, had been destroyed in an instant.

Their fighting spirit, faith, and will had completely collapsed. When the former God Emperor personally announced the demise of Nanming, they no longer had a sense of belonging and no reason to resist.

"Since Nanming... has been... destroyed, why... do... the... Ming... Gods..."

The two Ming Gods murmured in the same way. Their eyes met, but there was no collision of even a trace of color, only empty grayness.

Bang! !

Two extremely dazzling golden rays exploded in the air, and their last Ming God power exploded in their bodies, turning into the divine rays of their own funeral... Perhaps, this was the last dignity they could show in the face of complete despair.

The last Ming God was left with only Nan Qianqiu, who was held in Yan Yi's hand, with his head hanging down and his limbs drooping, unable to even ask for death.

Both emperors died, and the Ming Gods who fought to the end also chose to commit suicide... The blood-soaked Nanming Xuanzhe, even those elders and Ming Guards with extremely high status, their last bit of faith completely collapsed, and there was nothing to support them.

Dull, howling, despair... The Nanming Xuanzhe, who were already at a great disadvantage, collapsed again and again. They no longer had the will to fight, and began to flee with all their strength and madness, because at this point, the last thing they could protect was their own lives.

The blood-stained Taichu Dragon, every time the dragon wings were waved, would bury countless Nanming Xuanzhe, and those Yama Demons and Yama Ghosts were even more resentful of the Nanyu Xuanzhe and the pleasure of killing. Their attacks would not have the slightest mercy. Only a few dozen people tore open one piece of death purgatory after another on this destroyed land.

The Nanming Royal City in his sight had turned into a real blood-red hell, and there were endless desperate cries in his ears. Yan Tianxiao looked down proudly. As an invader, there was not even a trace of pity and guilt in his black pupils, only endless pleasure... Their hatred for the three-domain profound masters had already penetrated into their bones, and had been passed down for nearly a million years.

"Sure enough, that seemingly mysterious escape profound formation was also under the control of the Demon Lord." Yan Tianxiao smiled sarcastically, and in his heart he admired Yun Che so much that he could not describe it. He flashed and came to Yun Che's side, knelt down and bowed his head and said: "Demon Lord, although there are many remaining people in Nanming, they have no intention of fighting and are fleeing in all directions. Should we kill them all?"

As the Nanming profound masters fled, the Taichu Dragon Clan's offensive obviously slowed down. Qianye Wugu and Qianye Bingzhu both stood quietly in front of Nangui's corpse and stopped attacking.

"I've said that the Nanming lineage must be wiped out!" Yun Che said in a cold voice: "However, with only a few people you brought, it would be foolish to kill them all."

In order to conceal his whereabouts, Yan Tianxiao only brought Yan Mo and Yan Gui. Although they both had extremely terrifying divine power, they were too few in number after all. It was indeed a pipe dream to want to wipe out the Nanming lineage.

"What does the demon master mean?" Yan Tianxiao asked.

"Pursue to the border of Nanming. As for what happens next..." Yun Che's eyes flashed with a terrifying light: "Someone will do it."

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Eastern Divine Region, Eternal Heaven Realm.

Since Yun Che set out for the Southern Divine Region, although Chi Wuyao did not show any worry, she has been a little uneasy these days.

When Yun Che was by her side, she could cover up any exaggerated things he did, but now that the Eastern and Southern Regions are separated, she is out of reach and can't rest assured.

The only consolation was Mu Xuanyin, who was hiding in the Southern Divine Region, and Qianye Ying'er, who followed quietly with the Second Brahma Patriarch and Ancient Candle.

A fragrant breeze blew, and a colorful shadow appeared in front of Chi Wuyao like a phantom light. Huan Jin knelt on the ground and said in a slightly hurried voice: "Master, in the Southern Divine Region..."

"What happened?" Chi Wuyao stood up suddenly, which made Huan Jin appear slightly panicked. It was definitely not a small matter.

Huan Jin calmed down a little and said: "The Demon Lord slaughtered the Ash Dragon God, one of the Nine Dragon Gods of the Dragon God Clan, at the ceremony of enthroning the Crown Prince of Nanming."

This short sentence was absolutely shocking, especially because Huan Jin emphasized the word "massacre".

"..." Chi Wuyao frowned slightly, but did not speak.

Huan Jin continued, "This news spreads very quickly. It's obvious that Nanming is actively helping to stir up trouble. It won't be long before everyone knows about it."

"The Dragon Gods must have a sense of each other. When the Ash Dragon God dies, the other eight Dragon Gods will know about it immediately. Now is definitely not the time to touch the Dragon God Realm..." Chi Wuyao murmured, "Why is he doing this?"

Suddenly, she raised her eyebrows and whispered, "Could it be that he is using this to incite Nanming's fear and force Nanming to use the Ming God Cannon!?"

"Ming God Cannon? What is that?" Huan Jin raised her head and asked subconsciously.

"If that's true, then I... underestimated his madness for revenge." Chi Wuyao closed her eyes and sighed. She muttered to herself absentmindedly, "I thought that after what happened with Ying'er, he would at least..."

Huan Jin seemed to understand what she heard, and asked, "Master, the Dragon God Realm must be furious. Even without the Dragon Emperor's order, they can't remain silent. What should we do next? Please give me the order, Master."

After a short silence, Chi Wuyao opened her eyes, her black pupils as deep as the sea: "Send a message to Tian Muyi and Tian Guhu, and ask them to immediately mobilize at least fifty star realms stationed in the Eastern Region and Western Realms, and ask them to abandon their bases and move north immediately, led by the kings of each realm, and return to the Northern God Realm. The faster the better, and the louder the better!"

Now, she must do her best to distract the Dragon God Realm's attention and strive for as much time and opportunity as possible to respond.

"Yes!" Although Huan Jin was shocked, she didn't ask any more questions and was about to leave.

"Wait!" Chi Wuyao suddenly thought of something, raised her jade arm, and froze in the air.

"The order remains unchanged, but let Tian Muyi and Tian Guhu postpone their actions." Chi Wuyao spoke slowly, as if talking to Huan Jin, or as if talking to herself: "Wait a few more hours, there may be some surprises in the Southern Divine Region."

"There is another possibility..." She murmured in a low voice: "The Dragon God is dead, and the Dragon Emperor may also sense it."

If so, the "transferred" Dragon Emperor will definitely return to the Dragon God Realm immediately!