"Boom!"

The moment the Wangqing Demon-Subduing Stick collided with the gray-haired San Yingtian's head, a counterattack force several times greater erupted from the gray-haired San Yingtian's body.

The artifact-level Wangqing Demon-Subduing Stick showed several cracks.

Zhang Ruochen's newly condensed arm was directly shaken to the point where all the bones were shattered, blood and flesh splattered, and the body flew out like a kite with its string cut off.

The gray-haired San Yingtian still stood where he was, intact.

However, the expression on his face gradually became distorted.

"Snapped!"

A crack appeared on his forehead.

Then, it spreads throughout the body.

The gray-haired Sanyingtian was like a copper furnace of heaven and earth. It could not withstand the impact of its inner strength. The moment it reached its limit, it completely exploded.

"boom!"

The Ming Guang, the Ming Ancestor Order, the Ancestral Divine Pattern, and the blood and soul of Haotian all rushed out, entangled together, and the entire sky was covered by their power aura.

Without Sanyingtian's physical carrier, Mingzu's one-eighth strength was greatly reduced in combat power. He was no longer in a state of completely suppressing Haotian, and the two fought fiercely.

Haotian's blood and soul are like two ancestral dragons, shuttling in the dark light.

He was still at a disadvantage, but Ancestor Ming could not hope to wipe him out in a short period of time.

After all, this is just a powerful clone!

Er Juntian looked at the dilapidated Biluo Pass and could no longer find San Yingtian's aura, as if he had self-destructed the divine source, completely annihilating it.

His eyes were full of anger and murderous intent.

"Wow!"

A ray of awe-inspiring divine light descended from the sky, landed in front of Zhang Ruochen, and condensed into the appearance of the fourth Confucian ancestor.

The Fourth Confucian Patriarch looked even older, his body was a little rickety, and his face was pale and sickly, but his eyes were clear and firm again, and he whispered: "Leave this place to me, you can go to the world of life and death without any worries."

He already knew Zhang Ruochen's identity, with a faint smile on his face and full confidence in Zhang Ruochen.

Although he knew that it would be difficult for him to survive today, the Fourth Confucian Patriarch had infinite hope in his heart because he saw the rising sun in advance in the endless darkness.

Zhang Ruochen took back the Shen Yuan Divine Sword and the Book of Life and Death. He could see that the Fourth Confucian Patriarch was quite weak and said: "Second Lord Tian is very powerful, you old man, be careful."

"Go! No matter Erjuntian or Mingzu, as long as I'm here, they can't even think of crossing Biluo Pass." The fourth Confucian Patriarch waved his hand and looked at Erjuntian.

In the distance, under the leadership of the Green Deer God King and the Rotten Stone God, eight armies gathered to control four battle cities, thousands of divine planets, and hundreds of thousands of war soldiers.

There is dark light, hanging down from the sky, stained on hundreds of thousands of war soldiers.

The soldiers were covered by the dark light, and immediately possessed the sharpness and chill of the traumatizing half-ancestor.

The power of the Ming Ancestor's "Path of the Ming Soldiers" was brought into full play at this moment. Without the puppets of the Ming Soldiers, every member of the Eight Divisions would be a puppet of the Ming Soldiers.

Erjuntian reunited with the three corpses, and his whole body burned with flames.

Huang Tian and Shang Tian were seriously injured and their combat strength dropped by as much as 30%. They stood on either side of the Fourth Confucian Patriarch, one on the left and one on the right. One had his upper body exposed, and his muscles were like stone sculptures. The other had a red beard and long hair as messy as a god or demon.

They must block it and buy time for Zhang Ruochen.

"Fight! In this battle, kill them all."

Er Juntian's battle power soared to the sky, he rushed out at the head of the horse, crushing all materials under his feet, and hundreds of thousands of soldiers covered by the dark light walked with him.

Thousands of armies and horses attacked, covering the sky and covering the earth, and all rules were washed away.

The Fourth Confucian Patriarch's eyes were extremely calm. He raised his right hand above his head and held a paintbrush between his fingers. His aura reached its peak in an instant, as if he had never been injured.

"boom!"

The entire Gray Sea exploded, and the waves surged into the sky.

Wisps of blood were born, like splashing ink, dyeing the sea of ​​gray into a sea of ​​blood.

"It's Confucian ancestor's own blood." Huangtian whispered.

At Love Mountain, the physical body of the Fourth Confucian Patriarch was shattered by Gandharva's formation, turning into a rain of blood that spread all over the sea of ​​ash.

No one thought that this blood was actually preserved and hidden in unknown areas.

"In the world of hundreds of colors, cinnabar is king. The sea of ​​gray is colorless, dyed with blood."

The Fourth Confucian Patriarch waved his hand boldly and uninhibitedly, and followed the painting brush, dyeing the world with a touch of red.

"Painting the country thousands of miles away."

…

"Paint a thousand sails on the river."

…

"Paint the various aspects of the human world."

…

"Draw a battle flag stretching to the sky."

Every time the Fourth Confucian Patriarch uttered a sentence, a corresponding scene appeared in the sea of ​​gray, with thousands of miles of mountains and rivers red as fire, and the world full of joy, anger, and sorrow.

Dajiang Qianfan crossed the path of Erjuntian, and the Heavenly War Flag collided with hundreds of thousands of Dark Light War Soldiers.

The fourth Confucian Patriarch's unparalleled courage shocked all the monks present. Although he was just a scholar, he closed the door independently, and no one could open it. He stood as tall as pines and bamboos, and as majestic as a sacred mountain.

"Wow——"

Wisps of dark light, lines of dark ancestor order, and long rivers of ancestor rules, fell from the sky and hit Biluo Pass.

Obviously, Ming Zu was aware of the danger and wanted to kill the fourth Confucian Ancestor regardless of suppressing Haotian's blood and soul.

"Even if the sky collapses on me, I will write the universe in one stroke. Burn out the sunset, burn up the sea of ​​​​ash. The awe-inspiring will last forever, the awe-inspiring will last forever..."

The Fourth Confucian Patriarch faced everything in the wind, waved the brush in his hand again, and used all his strength to spit out the last five words with difficulty: "Painting... the majesty lasts forever..."
Chapter completed!