The Saint Lord Shiyou and Fairy Yao Xi looked extremely solemn. They thought it was a pity and no longer had any expectations.

The explosion energy in the formation was beyond imagination. The two of them had never seen such powerful energy impacts. They really destroyed the world and collapsed the universe. If they were in the virtual realm, they would probably have a huge meteorite of hundreds or thousands of miles into it, and would have collapsed in an instant, and then swept by violent energy and turned into dust.

The attack of the ancestor Jiao Wei made several people feel chilled. Faced with that powerful attack, they could not imagine what method they could use to resist it.

Saint Lord Jishuang and Saint Lord Youjia also looked ugly at this moment, without any sign of gloating.

The attack power is only seen in the lives of several top three realms. In the recognition of several people, such attacks of such power should not appear on the interface of the three realms, but should only be available in the Mira Realm.

The group cultivators in front of the crystal wall could not sense the power contained in the vast smoke, but the violent smoke quickly spread and rolled into the impact scene, which made the group cultivators tremble.

The impact speed of the smoke was too rapid, and the Xuan-level monk could not escape the smoke.

Qin Fengming's tall magic body was shrouded in smoke. At first, he could see thick lightning shots, but later only violent smoke rushes.

This scene is even more shocking than the previous battle between the two spiritual treasures.

Everyone heard the shouts of old man Jiao Wei, knowing that this attack was his strongest attack and the first time he had used an attack on the enemy in his life. He was able to get the strongest attack of the ancestor Jiao Wei, and the attack power of the group cultivator could not imagine.

The violent energy was destroyed and its momentum spread like a bamboo shoot. It lasted for half an hour. The crazy and violent energy gradually became weaker, the surging smoke slowly subsided, and the world gradually became clear.

The golden light still flashed on the ground, but the originally green vegetation trees on the ground had disappeared. The rocks seemed to have been ground by grinding wheels and became bare. The river was dry, the peaks were cut in half, and the valley was filled with huge rocks, which was a scene of decay.

"Hahaha... No matter how weird you are, how amazing you are, you are still in my hands." Suddenly, a burst of wild laughter rushed out from the smoke in the sky, and the sound waves rushed towards all directions like huge waves.

"It's the voice of Jiao Wei's ancestor, the winner of Jiao Wei."

"Old Ancestor Jiaowei defeated Qin Danjun!"

"This battle has come to an end, Qin Danjun has fallen!"...

Around the crystal wall, the group of cultivators were awakened by Jiao Wei's voice, everyone's faces changed drastically, and then noisy roars sounded between heaven and earth.

Whether it was the support of Qin Fengming or the monk standing on the side of Jiaowei's ancestor, no one cheered at this moment. Although the voice was heard, everyone's face looked ugly.

Everyone can see that Qin Fengming, who had just advanced to the Mahayana realm for less than a hundred years, is really capable of fighting with Jiao Wei's ancestor. A Mahayana monk with such strength was killed like this. This is definitely a big loss for the upcoming chaos in the Three Realms, and an irreparable loss.

Everyone was in a heavy mood, and no one felt comfortable.

"Impossible, Fengming cannot fall!" A scream sounded in the crowd, and then a delicate body suddenly shot out and headed towards the entrance of Tianyuan Land.

On the other side, a delicate body followed closely.

Behind the two female cultivators, hundreds of figures flashed and flew towards the entrance of Tianyuan Land. The Mahayana were in a state of mind and wanted to see with their own eyes what was going on in the battle.

Master Jimiao, Fairy Leng Yan and other monks who were close to Qin Fengming were sad. They seemed to have a huge rock blocked their chests, and their breathing was a little uncomfortable. The situation that everyone was most reluctant to see appeared, which made everyone feel extremely depressed.

However, everyone was still looking forward to it, expecting that this was not true, expecting that Qin Fengming did not die.

In the Tianyuan Land, Saint Shiyou looked forward with a ugly expression. The vast energy impact was no longer strong, but the large array area in my impression had completely changed.

The formation that sealed the battle land without any ban fluctuations and had been broken, and the formation of golden light that guarded the land obviously did not fully resist the last attack of the ancestor Jiao Wei.

However, golden spiritual patterns still flashed on the vast ground, indicating that the golden light array is a self-recovery formation. The golden spiritual patterns flashed and the formation recovered quickly. In just a short time, it had been re-covered, covering the broken ground again.

The violent raging energy dissipated, and large swaths of heaven and earth reappeared. Soon, a figure appeared in the spiritual consciousness of several people.

That was the ancestor Jiao Wei. His whole body was wrapped in a ball of green mist, which was swelling with fog, and there were slender blue arcs flashing continuously inside.

Although it was tens of thousands of miles away, everyone could clearly identify it, and the ancestor Jiaowei seemed to be not injured.

Several people quickly scanned the world, without Qin Fengming's figure, nor did they sense Qin Fengming's breath. It seemed that Qin Fengming had never existed.

It was very obvious that the terrifying lightning that had ravaged Qin Fengming's breath just now.

"Feng Ming! You can't have anything to do!"

Suddenly, a cry of sadness came from the world, and then hundreds of figures rushed towards the place of fighting.

The first one was a very beautiful Mahayana female practitioner. Her pear blossoms were covered with rain and her face was full of tears.

Behind her, there was also a beautiful female cultivator. Although she did not cry out, her expression was also sad. Although her realm was only the peak of the Xuan level, her flying speed was not as high as that of the Mahayana female cultivator.

Behind the two women, hundreds of Mahayana flew away. Apart from a few people, they showed smiles on their faces, most Mahayana looked bad and their faces were solemn.

"Congratulations to Brother Jiao, I finally got what I wish today and killed that junior." A crisp voice of the female cultivator sounded, and the voice overwhelmed the previous cultivator's cry.

"Congratulations to fellow Taoist Jiao, that junior was killed, which can be considered avenge for my three brothers." A loud shout sounded, and the sound rumbling spread throughout the vast world.

Then several cheers resounded, all of whom congratulated Jiaowei.

"Hmph, do you want to die? Whoever dares to say anything more, I promise this is the place where he falls." A loud shout echoed through the void, interrupting the words in an instant.

The group cultivator gathered the sound and looked at a tall figure emitting a terrifying aura all over his body with fear. No one dared to say anything more for the time being.

The one who made a sound was the Saint of Shiyou. He glared at the group cultivators, his eyes spitting fire, and a terrifying wave of energy surged around him, like a ferocious beast treating others, and would pounce forward at any time.

Facing the intimidation of the Saint Lord Shiyou, Saint Lord Jishuang, who was not in harmony with him, did not speak out. He frowned and did not look happy on his face. The Saint Lord Youjia, not far away, looked at the distance, and his attention seemed to be not here at all.

"This fairy stays and cannot move forward. The energy in the distance has not dissipated and the battle has not ended."
Chapter completed!