Bai Qing'er completely absorbed the great world that appeared after the fall of Tianxu Sha into the first holy will of Chaos, becoming a continent in Chaos, and the momentum on her body increased greatly.

She was a little disappointed: "It turns out that it is just a corner of the big world. No wonder Tianxusha can carry it with her body. Huh? That's it?"

Her beautiful eyes look through the chaos.

I saw that all the ten gates of fate hanging in the air retreated, and only a dazzling flame flew towards her at an unparalleled speed, giving her an unprecedented sense of danger.

In the flames, Wu Yueming Emperor's body was burned into red and golden color, his hair turned into Mars and his skin shattered into gold pieces. The holy source in the sea of ​​qi released the destructive fluctuations that shocked the entire starry sky.

This is the last brilliance of his life!

He had to choose to die with Bai Qing'er, because Bai Qing'er's strength was far beyond their expectations. If no one made a sacrifice, all of them would die here.

And, it must be him.

Even if other supreme great saints want to die together and destroy the holy source, Bai Qing'er will not give him a chance.

As for Xing Luo, he is the former son of the Temple of Destiny, and the only pillar under the divine realm of the Temple of Destiny. With Wu Ma Jiuxing, Blood Spirit Immortal, and "Ji Fanxin" born one after another, Xing Luo must not die, only he can support the final dignity of the Temple of Destiny.

At this moment, Wuyue Minghuang was not weaker than that of the gods, so Bai Qing'er naturally couldn't avoid it.

Flying within thousands of miles of Bai Qing'er, I Yueming Emperor was relieved and smiled happily: "If the God Son of Yuqiu is not dead, why would the Temple of Destiny be so frustrated? Forget it, today, I will take your life and be burned with jade."

"It's a bit honest. Unfortunately, even if you die today, you can't stop me, and no one can escape."

Bai Qing'er did not escape, but turned into a white light and rushed towards Wu Yueming Emperor.

Sixty-five bronze chimes surrounded her delicate body, and the chaotic energy turned into a light cocoon, like a prototype universe.

There are still six hundred miles apart, and Bai Qing'er hits it out from the air with one palm.

Wu Yue Ming Emperor also slapped a palm, and the power of the palm print was not weaker than that of Bai Qing'er, and it was even slightly stronger.

"boom!"

The two palms fight each other to form bright and dazzling light waves.

Xingluo held the Destiny Slayer in one hand and the extremely fierce blade in the other. Looking back, he showed a complex look in his eyes, including sadness, humiliation, cruelty, and admiration...

"Boom!"

Immediately afterwards, light waves that were ten times more terrifying than the previous two palms were exploding, with great power. The spaces that spread across the place were like paper, collapsed all of them.

The ten supreme great saints stood in the void, all solemn and solemn.

Before coming, no one expected that the enemy was so terrible that he could force Wu Yueming Emperor to explode the holy source.

After a long silence, a supreme saint with four eyes said, "The breath of Ji Fanxin has disappeared! He should have died with Wu Yue."

"Wu Yue is the strongest life emperor of the Heavenly Destiny Department, the top existence under the divine realm. He self-destructs the holy source, which is enough to threaten the life of the false god. Even if Ji Fanxin is a Yuanhui genius, at such a close distance, he will definitely be destroyed."

Behind him is a supreme saint "Cang Sheng", who is a dark moonlight wheel, said: "In fact, Wu Yue does not have to choose to self-destruct the holy source. If we use all the secret techniques and burn the life span, there may not be no hope of winning."

There were several supreme great saints who nodded, and they also felt that Wu Yueming Emperor should not be so rushing to make a decision.

After all, with the talent and cultivation of Wuyue Minghuang, there is a high probability that he will break through to become a god.

He self-destructed that the Temple of Destiny was equivalent to losing half of the true god.

Xingluo is not as optimistic as them. He knows one truth well. Even if he only has 10% chance of getting out, Wuyue Minghuang will never choose to explode the holy source.

If he hadn't seen Zhang Ruochen and Gong Nanfeng in the Seven Star Palace and realized that the Tianshu needle might have fallen into Ji Fanxin's hands, he would definitely not have stayed here, but would have escaped immediately with the ten supreme saints.

Xing Luo ordered the ten supreme saints, saying, "You go first, I'll go and investigate."

"Your Highness Son of God, don't you have to be so cautious, right? Such terrifying destructive energy can't kill her?" Cang Sheng said.

He knew that the reason why Xingluo asked them to leave first was nothing more than worrying that Ji Fanxin was not dead.

"The Tianshu needle must be in the hands of Ji Fanxin. Most of the time it fell into the void space as Ji Fanxin fell. We have to rush over immediately and find it."

"Yes, once the void space is lost, it will be difficult to retrieve it."

...

Xingluo looked at the space that was broken by the self-destruction of Wuyue Minghuang, and hesitated a little.

It is indeed too difficult to find the Tianshu needle in the void space by relying on him alone. If there are the help of the other ten supreme saints, the probability of retrieving the artifact will be greatly increased.

But he was worried that Ji Fanxin would not die, so he hid in the void space, waiting for them to take the bait.

Cang Sheng saw Xingluo's concern and said, "If your Son of God has any concerns, I will stay here with you first. I will go to that empty space to investigate. If it is confirmed that Ji Fanxin is dead, it will not be too late for everyone to enter together. If Ji Fanxin is not dead, then I will explode the Holy Source to see if she can continue to withstand it."

Everyone agreed and thought this was the best way.

Suddenly, Xing Luo's whole body was tense and he looked up.

Above their heads, a space crack that was dozens of feet long was cracked. "Ji Fanxin" in white clothes floated out from it. Sixty-five bronze chimes around them slowly rotated, and they automatically played a high and deafening battle song.

All the ten supreme great saints were shocked.

She said, "No need to be so troublesome, kill you, no need for conspiracy."

Bai Qing'er spread her arms and urged all the bronze chimes to fly out, arranged in a circle with three hundred miles as the boundary.

Originally there were sixty-five chimes, but 4,225 bell-shaped light and shadow appeared. As all chimes rotated and ran, the number of bell-shaped light and shadow became more and more, turning into 1,785 million.

All monks in the Temple of Destiny, including the stars, were wrapped in bell-shaped light and shadow.

The sound of bells that echoed into their ears, rushed straight into their minds, shaking their holy souls.

Even the Supreme Realm Great Saint, the holy soul has been tempered and powerful, but under the attack of the bell, it still has a headache and is difficult to gather soul power, let alone activate power.

"So, she is also a formation master."

Under the mask of ghosts and gods, Xing Luo smiled bitterly on his face.

Emperor Wuyue Mingming clearly gained the opportunity to escape by self-destructing the holy source. However, because of his luck, he did not choose to escape with the ten supreme great sages at the first time. He deserved it.

How can there be so many lucky things in the world?

Sixty-five bronze chimes are engraved with formation inscriptions.

Bai Qing'er mobilized the continuous power of heaven and earth with the strength of the sixty-nine and a half levels to activate it.

"This ancient formation is called the Ten Thousand Sounds Heavenly Spiral Formation. If you kill you, Xing Luo, are you convinced?" Bai Qing'er was proud and looked down at Xing Luo, wearing a mask in the center of the formation, but her tone was extremely calm.

"war!"

Xing Luo gritted his teeth, and the stars burst out from his body, directly activate the secret technique to burn his life span.

Only by doing this can you break through the formation.

"It's useless! If you are not in the formation, you may still have a fight. As for now, you only have one way to break the realm and become a god. Otherwise, you will definitely die."

A sea of ​​flowers appeared under Bai Qing'er's feet. The tone seemed to be sure of victory, and it seemed to be deliberately hitting Xinglu's confidence.

Xing Luo's mood is not affected, and he swung an extremely fierce blade to attack him.

Break the realm and become a god?

This is Bai Qing'er's psychological tactic!

To break the realm and become a god, you must need a quiet, stable and undisturbed environment. Even in this case, the probability of Xinglu successfully breaking through to become a god is no more than 50%.

In this environment, choosing to break the realm will definitely fail and die.

It’s better to fight to the death, and there may be a chance.

A bronze chime bell flew out of the formation and collided with the extremely fierce blade.

"Hao!"

The powerful sound waves echo in the formation.

The ten supreme great saints were shocked to break their internal organs and vomited blood from their mouths.

Sleeping into the Ten Thousand Sounds of Heavenly Spiral Formation, the Supreme Realm Saint became a mortal, without any power to fight back. At this moment, they all regretted it. If they had known that when Wu Yueming Emperor stopped Ji Fanxin, they should have escaped as fast as possible.

It’s just a wonder that they have never seen a Yuanhui-level genius in the supreme realm and do not understand the strength of the enemy.

It's too late to regret.

...

The Seven Star Imperial Palace flew not far away.

Fei Zhong stood on the stairs and looked at the battlefield, and suddenly, he was dumbfounded.

When Wuyue Minghuang exploded the holy source, he immediately fled into the Seven-Star Imperial Palace and withdrew the aftermath of the destructive formation of the Imperial Palace. He thought that Bai Qing'er had been killed, but he was still thinking about whether to attack Zhang Ruochen immediately.

Did you expect that this would be the situation?

"It's too strong, you will definitely be invincible under the divine realm. Once you break through to become a god, you will be a strong man in the divine realm." Fei Zhong was extremely shocked and had a new understanding of the strongest power under the divine realm.

Gong Nanfeng's eyes were lost, like a puppet, and he recited: "It's over, it's completely over, and the Temple of Destiny will suffer an unprecedented heavy blow. This era is too evil to calculate, and it's impossible to calculate at all."

Zhang Ruochen was straight, walked out of the palace gate, carefully observed the formation composed of sixty-five bronze chimes, and a deep thought appeared in his eyes.

Before, he had always been paying attention to the battlefield and was very moved.

In particular, the decisive self-destruction of the holy source caused a great impact on his heart.

How could other monks choose to self-destruct if they are not forced into the death realm?
To be continued...