Chapter 938 Qiantian-Emperor's Death (Part )

"Your Majesty...I am here to accompany you..."

The old eunuch murmured in a low voice, his voice filled with endless sorrow and reluctance.

As his voice fell, his body completely collapsed to the ground and was completely devoured by the karmic fire. His body gradually shrank under the burning of the karmic fire, his skin became charred black, and his bones crackled in the high temperature.

However, even so, his eyes were still wide open, filled with hatred for the devil and nostalgia for the Daqian Dynasty.

Finally, under the burning of the karma fire, the old eunuch's body was completely turned into ashes, and his body disappeared without a trace under the baptism of the karma fire.

A generation of old antique in the imperial palace died tragically in the blood lotus formation.

There was deathly silence in the Qiantian Palace, with only the crackling sound of the burning fire echoing in the ears.

Everyone witnessed this tragedy. The Blood Lotus Messengers slowly put away the formation, turned around and left. Their figures looked particularly strange and terrifying in the blood-red light.

Yan Sha stood aside, watching all this coldly, with a hint of satisfaction flashing across his face.

At the same time, in the square outside the Qiantian Palace, everyone was fighting fiercely, with their inner strength surging and sword energy running rampant.

In this chaos, a sudden strange aura quietly spread, causing everyone to pause involuntarily.

Immediately afterwards, an inexplicable chill seeped out from the Qiantian Palace, like the biting cold wind in winter, penetrating the hearts of everyone present.

Everyone, whether they were masters of good or evil, or those powerful people in the realm of heaven and man who were originally indifferent and only wanted to watch, all felt the passing of life at the same time.

"Do not……"

Someone whispered, with incredible fear in his voice.

Yes, the Daqian Emperor Si Yiqi, the emperor who sat on the dragon throne and should have been protected by thousands and enjoyed all the glory and wealth in the world, actually had his life quietly extinguished at this moment in full view of everyone.

This is not just the end of life, but also the collapse of the dignity of the Daqian Dynasty and the collapse of the unshakable tower of faith in the hearts of countless people.

The battle in the square came to a sudden halt. Everyone seemed to be bound by invisible shackles, and their eyes were involuntarily cast towards the solemn and silent Qiantian Palace.

There was an extremely oppressive silence in the air, as if even time had stood still.

Si Cangqiong, the last foundation of the Daqian Dynasty, the ancestor who had reached the ultimate realm of half a step to heaven, trembled slightly in the air, as if hit by an invisible hammer, and the light in his eyes instantly became complex and indistinguishable.

Anger, grief, unwillingness...all these emotions intertwined together and eventually turned into an uncontrollable rage, burning fiercely in his chest.

His eyes were spitting fire as he stared coldly at the Styx Patriarch opposite him. The murderous intent in his eyes was so strong that it almost materialized and could transform into a sharp sword energy at any time to chop down the enemy in front of him.

"Old Styx, you are so brave!"

Si Cangqiong's voice was low and hoarse, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

The Styx Patriarch laughed, then waved his hand gently, and slightly signaled to the Blood Abyss Demon Lord, Zizai Tian Boxun, Dafantian, Wang Xianzhi and others below. When the Blood Abyss Demon Lord and others saw the death of the Styx Patriarch, a trace of ruthlessness flashed across their faces.

"withdraw!"

When the old man of the Styx gave an order, his voice was like ice, penetrating the night sky and reaching everyone's ears clearly. Then his figure instantly turned into a blood shadow and rushed into the night sky first.

In an instant, all the masters of the Blood Sea Demon Cult suddenly jumped up and turned into blood-red streams of light, rushing out of the palace.

Their movements were strange and their speed was amazing. It was obvious that they were well prepared to escape from this troubled place as quickly as possible.

Blood waves rolled around the Blood Abyss Demon Lord, like a giant beast in the raging sea, but when he retreated, he did not forget to wave his hand and sprinkle a blood mist. The blood mist contained the power of chaos and confusion, which was used to block the pursuers for a moment and buy time for their retreat.

Zizai Tian Po Xun and Mahabrahma each displayed their magical powers. The former moved strangely among the crowd, and every time he flashed, he left behind a bloody storm, but no one dared to stop him, because wherever he passed, life and death were no longer important; the latter was also surrounded by a bright Buddha light, and that Buddha light was mixed with the weirdness of the devil. When he slapped out with one palm, it had both the meaning of salvation and the power of destruction, which made those who approached feel fear and avoid him.

Wang Xianzhi, the Lord of Wudi City, turned around without hesitation. Under his control, eighteen green dragons transformed into a green storm, sweeping towards the enemies who tried to stop him. Wherever it passed, there was chaos and no one dared to confront it head-on.

"Want to leave? Humph, none of you can escape today!"

Si Cangqiong's voice was like thunder, resounding throughout the entire palace. His aura was surging, and his heavenly power at the half-step limit level was fully activated, as if he wanted to save the world that was about to collapse by himself.

As he roared, his figure rushed towards the ancestor of the Styx like lightning, the sword of the sky in his hand shone brightly, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at the dark red figure that was about to go away.

At the same time, Si Ruokong also suddenly jumped up, and the power of the Qiankun Dragon Roar Palm was displayed again. The shadow of a giant dragon roared out and chased after the people of the Blood Sea Demon Cult.

However, the Styx Patriarch and others had planned ahead, and their retreat route was extremely clever. Not only did they avoid the main forces of the Daqian Dynasty masters, they also used those abandoned evildoers and villains as cover, constantly creating chaos and blocking the pursuit of Si Cangqiong and others.

Faced with the sudden change, those abandoned evildoers and villains had a flash of despair and anger in their eyes.

They originally came here for profit, but they didn't expect to become abandoned pawns of others. Now they can only fight to the death and try to find a glimmer of hope in this chaos.

Faced with the wrath of the masters of the Daqian Dynasty, they could only fight desperately, trying to find a glimmer of hope in this desperate situation.

However, this was in vain. Their fate was sealed the moment the Styx Patriarch and others decided to retreat.

Si Cangqiong laughed out of anger, and that laughter contained endless sadness and anger.

His figure flashed and he appeared behind a demon who was trying to escape. He slapped him with one palm, and the demon turned into a ball of blood mist and disappeared into the night sky without even a grunt.

"what--"

Screams rang out, accompanied by flashes of sword light and flying blood and flesh.

Although these evildoers and villains also have extraordinary cultivation, they are as small as ants in front of Si Cangqiong, Si Ruokong and other powerful celestial beings, and can only watch the fire of their lives extinguished in the sword light.

However, the old man of the Styx and others had no desire to fight. They rushed all the way as fast as lightning, occasionally looking back with sneers in their eyes.

(End of this chapter)