The Twelve Ancestral Witches, Splitting the Weird Plateau with an Axe

Chapter 123 Death?

The young emperor transformed from twelve thunder tribulations was split into pure and flawless laws of the Dao by a single axe.

The chaotic thunder sea descended, and chaotic lightning struck randomly.

Li Qingxu stood with an axe in his hand, absorbing the thunder and lightning together with his own spiritual weapon to restore his body.

Strands of chaotic lightning, each one hanging down like a vast ocean, boundless and endless.

Gradually, everything became insignificant, the punishment from heaven dried up, and the thunder subsided.

The blazing sea of electricity went out, as if it had never appeared.

The vast universe and the endless starry sky, the real scene is cold and dark, desolate and silent, it is an eternal dead silence.

After all the wonders disappeared, everything returned to normal.

There was no sound here, it had always been like this, only a naked man standing alone in the void.

"Has the tribulation of Immortal Three Slashes been overcome? But why do I always feel like something is missing?"

Li Qingxu frowned and talked to himself.

The chaotic aura in his immortal platform was so dense that it seemed substantial, and the aura of divine consciousness within it was hundreds of times more powerful, as if something would be born in the next moment.

But there was always something missing, as if there was some unknown training that had not been gone through.

"But what is it?"

Li Qingxu looked around the dark universe. His body was natural and exuded the aura of a king of slaying.

Obviously, he has broken through the three levels of the Immortal Slash.

Suddenly, from nowhere and in some space, an invisible sword light, like a sky, came towards him.

The next moment, Li Qingxu held an axe in his hand, and the holy power in his body rushed into the sky, and he chopped towards the knife light with the axe.

In an instant, the endless void was split open by an axe like a scroll, and the chaotic energy surged.

"What! You can't resist it?!"

A hint of surprise flashed in Li Qingxu's eyes.

The sword light as big as the sky penetrated his axe light as if it were an illusion.

In an instant, the knife cut through his body.

Li Qingxu's bright eyes suddenly became dead silent, as if his consciousness had been cut off.

Only his burly naked body, holding the Axe of Creation, stood proudly in the void.

The next moment.

Another sword came from nowhere, from some unknown space or time, and slashed across his body.

In an instant, his blood and energy, which were as surging as the vast starry sky, were cut off by this sword.

The sword had not yet ended, and another sword light as big as the sky slashed across his body again.

God's will is like a knife. Three times the knife falls, beheading the gods, beheading the spirits, and beheading the qi!
The immortal used the Three Slashes Dao and actually cut through the three flowers, directly severing all of Li Qingxu's spiritual consciousness and energy!
He was like a dried corpse without any blood or consciousness, lying quietly in the void, drifting towards the unknown deep space.

A green lotus blooming with a hazy glow took root above his forehead.

Faintly, there seemed to be a huge green lotus shadow that supported the universe, and countless essences dropped down, guarding his withered corpse.

The situation that occurred on the Fallen Saint Island quickly spread throughout the first city of the human race after the commander-in-chief and his entourage returned.

It even seemed to be faintly spreading towards the city ahead.

Throughout history, there have been cases where the strongest people have fought for the throne and even destroyed a city.

But it has never happened before, that someone secretly dragged hundreds of peerless geniuses to overcome the tribulation together.

He wanted these 300-odd geniuses to die with him!

When the people in the First City inquired, they found out that there were actually the auras of twelve great emperors in that thunder tribulation.

But they didn't know who was undergoing the tribulation. They just vaguely saw a figure occupying the entire star field, holding an axe in his hand.

At that time, there was a genius who was comparable to an ancient saint. He seemed to have discovered something and moved a little closer.

But in an instant, the whole person turned into nothingness, as if he had never come into this world.

Three hundred and thirty-three people went to the Fallen Saint Island, but only two hundred and eight returned to the First City. It was unknown whether the one hundred or so geniuses who disappeared had fallen in the calamity or had escaped from that area and were wandering in the depths of the universe.

But a day later, a secret message detonated the entire city.

The dozen or so geniuses who had chosen to go to the third area discovered that there was a burly man with the aura of a Saint Lord, who actually had the bodies of ten ancient saints.

Moreover, they copied the portrait of the burly man based on the image in their memory.

But no one knew him. They only knew that the burly man had killed a semi-saint genius outside the city, but there was no other information at all.

Rumors gradually spread, and some people secretly speculated that this person might be an ancient humanoid creature whose purpose was to drag the human race's peerless genius into the water.

After all, any cultivator with a normal mind would not endure the tribulation on the Fallen Saint Island which is filled with traces of ancient Dao.

Half a month later, the news gradually spread to the huge cities ahead.

In a huge city that is more magnificent than the first city of the human race, news about the first city of the human race, the Fallen Saint Island, also spread.

Also, there are those portraits.

The ancient city is very peaceful. Bathed in the morning light, there is a layer of golden light flowing throughout the city, making it look solemn and sacred.

A man with an extremely ordinary appearance sat cross-legged on the Taoist platform, breathing in the essence of heaven and earth.

After a long time, he opened his eyes, and what he saw was a vast void.

But when he saw the portrait, his expression froze for a moment.

A gleam of surprise flashed in the depths of his eyes that seemed like endless void.

The subconscious breath leaked out, causing the entire ancient city to shake slightly.

In an instant, countless eyes looked in his direction.

But his figure had long disappeared from the sky above the ancient temple.

The first city of the human race, the central square.

A man with an extremely ordinary appearance, calm and simple, stood there.

Faintly, it seemed as if even the eternal first city of the human race had become dim.

But you have to know that this is the first city of the human race, which has existed from ancient times to the present, but the aura exuded by that ordinary man can overwhelm it.

At this moment, an old man with gray hair suddenly appeared beside him.

This old man is the guide and lord of the first city of the human race, and the most powerful person in the realm of great saint.

His figure was still blurry, and the void where he stood was distorted and unreal, but it did not affect the ordinary-looking man.

"Activate the teleportation formation. I want to go over and take a look."

Ji Zi's calm voice sounded, and there was no doubt about it.

"That's fine."

The guide sighed and showed no intention of refusing.

He knew how noble the true identity of this ordinary-looking man was.

One of the great emperors of the human race, and the biological son of the Void Emperor.

He was also the person chosen by him and some friends.

As the void split open, a special altar appeared above the square.

boom!
A huge beam of light shot out, penetrating the universe, tearing open a wide space channel, leading to the unknown other shore.

The two men stepped forward and their figures suddenly disappeared.

After an unknown amount of time, the two rushed out of the passage, came to the cold universe, and reached the end.

The star field where the Fallen Holy Island was originally located was shining with stars and as holy as water.

But now it is dark and cold.

Occasionally, the void fluctuated, and a breath of divine punishment flashed by.

(End of this chapter)