It has only been half an hour since dawn, but the current imperial city has no longer the prosperity it was.

Wherever you see, the houses are broken, tall buildings collapse, and the ground with holes is filled with rocks and gravel, and there are also cold corpses spread out. The pungent scarlet bloody smell rises into the sky, as if it turns this place into a virgin hell.

boom!

A loud noise exploded, and a wild wave of air suddenly burst out in the direction of the trading area. Accompanied by the earth-shaking loud noise, thick smoke surged out like a tide, completely covering the crowd of people who fled in panic.

In an instant, roar continued to come, and countless figures flew out of the smoke, holding sharp blades in their hands, with ferocious faces, like a crazy beast, killing towards the crowd in a hurry.

A cold light flashed by, and hot blood gushed out, falling on the fragmented plaque, flowing into the broken walls, like blooming red roses, strange and terrifying.

This scene happened everywhere in the imperial city.

As long as someone flashes by, there will be sounds, wailing, roars, or even endless shouts, overlapping, as if compose a music of death.

"It seems that Wu Jing's blood is going to completely cleanse the imperial city. He would rather massacre tens of millions of people than leave behind dissidents." Chu Xingyun saw these scenes in his eyes, and his face turned as cold as ever.

Among these dead people, there were not only warriors, but also women, children and children who were powerless. Facing the cruel and bloodthirsty people, they had no power to resist and could only kneel down and beg for mercy.

However, what awaited them was the cold and ruthless sword light that cut off the throat, tore the chest, turning them into wisps of wronged souls, floating in the void, and unable to dissipate for a long time.

Even the place where the five major martial arts palaces are located has become a hell of killing at this moment. Countless crowds of people opened their scarlet eyes, roared over and over again, and were in endless battles.

"Um?"

At this moment, Mo Wanggong, who had been silent, suddenly felt shocked and suspicious.

I saw him wave his palm and hold a ray of purple and black aura in his hand. The ray of purple and black aura was extremely weak, as if it was present or not, and seemed to dissipate at any time.

"Do you know where this evil aura comes from?" Mo Wanggong asked Chu Xingyun.

"It should be from the Jingtian Army." Chu Xingyun had contacted the Jingtian Army and was quite familiar with this evil aura. He frowned and looked at Mo Wanggong with confusion, and asked back: "Senior Mo, why are you asking this?"

Mo Wanggong replied: "From this evil aura, I felt an extremely obscure breath, and this aura, I felt a sense of familiarity, as if I had been in contact with it."

When Chu Xingyun heard Mo Wanggong's words, his expression subsided.

You should know that Mo Wanggong is the ancient martial emperor. Since his death, he has lived in the secret realm of Tiangong for tens of thousands of years and has never left half a step.

However, he felt familiar with the evil aura emitted by the Jingtian Army, which was really incredible.

Just as Chu Xingyun was about to ask, the rumble of terrifying sounds came, which was earth-shaking, causing the entire imperial city to tremble wildly, and the wind was swept and clouds were broken, as if we were about to usher in the disaster of the end of the world.

The next moment—
Chapter completed!