Good heavens, the ancestor has gone to confess his love again!

After he finished speaking, he slowly raised his palm, his fingertips pointing directly at the vast sky, and said, word by word:

"Open your dog eyes wide and take a good look, where is this?"

boom--

A deafening roar suddenly erupted, and the sky above trembled violently, as if the entire world was about to collapse.

A dark crack suddenly tore open in the boundless sky, spreading at an alarming speed, expanding to thousands of miles in an instant, stretching across the entire sky like a dark galaxy that had cleaved the heavens and earth, lying overhead.

Beyond the cracks, a magnificent and pristine world slowly reveals its true form.

Countless majestic pagodas rise from the ground, layer upon layer, piercing the clouds, their gilded roofs gleaming in the sunlight, surrounded by auspicious clouds and Buddhist light.

Exotic flowers and rare herbs abound, and celestial herbs sway in the wind. A misty aura of Taoism and Buddhist light permeates the heavens and earth. Countless Buddhist disciples and Zen masters, clad in monks' robes, move about among them. The palaces and pavilions are adorned with carved beams and painted rafters, displaying extreme luxury and solemnity.

The sudden spatial rift shattered the eternal peace of the Pure Land, and countless monks in the temple were instantly thrown into panic, fleeing in all directions, creating chaos.

Many disciples with low cultivation levels were unable to dodge in time and were instantly swallowed up by the violent spatial turbulence. Their shrill screams came through the cracks, clear and piercing, sending chills down one's spine.

Even though Master Wuse was in utter despair, he could still recognize the familiar Pure Land practice site at a glance, and extreme fear gripped his mind instantly.

His eyes were bloodshot, his throat was dry, and he let out the most desperate and frenzied roar of his life:

"What...what are you going to do to the Great Thunderclap Temple?!"

Upon hearing this, the entire room fell into a deathly silence!

All the cultivators present were shaken to their core, their pupils contracted sharply, and a huge wave of shock surged in their hearts, their eyes filled with disbelief and horror.

Is this the Great Thunderclap Temple?

As everyone knows, the Great Thunderclap Temple in Zhongzhou is hundreds of millions of miles away, separated from the Guanghan Immortal Palace in Qingzhou by countless territories and boundaries, a distance so vast it is unimaginable.

Yet Xu Pingsheng was able to stand here, tearing through the endless void and directly connecting to the sky above the Great Thunderclap Temple in Zhongzhou!

What kind of terrifying, heaven-reaching power does this method of crossing thousands of mountains and rivers and tearing apart boundary barriers possess?

At this moment, everyone's understanding of the Great Emperor realm was completely overturned.

Xu Pingsheng stood rooted to the spot, looking down at the trembling Master Wuse, his voice icy and devoid of any warmth:

"You old bald monk, watch this carefully! This is what happens when you offend my woman!"

Although his cultivation had reached the ninth level of the Great Emperor realm, he was unable to cross the boundless realm in one fell swoop and wipe out the Sirius clan that occupied one side.

However, the nearby Great Thunder Temple was just enough for him to settle his grudges and collect interest on his blood debts!

next second.

Xu Pingsheng slowly opened his palm, the imperial light in his palm shining brightly, the vast power of the imperial way sweeping across the eight directions, and then gently pressed down towards the direction of the void rift!

boom!!!

A world-destroying roar resounded throughout the heavens and earth, shaking both the Central Plains and the Azure Plains!

The Great Thunderclap Temple, a Buddhist orthodox sect with a history spanning millions of years and standing at the pinnacle of humanity, was utterly powerless to resist the force of this palm strike.

One after another, ancient pagodas collapsed with a deafening roar, and spiritual herbs and immortal roots scattered everywhere withered and vanished instantly. Countless Buddhist disciples who had cultivated for hundreds or thousands of years, as well as Buddhist patriarchs and great venerables who were usually respected and revered, were all reduced to ashes by the domineering and boundless imperial power.

In the blink of an eye, the once-thriving Buddhist Pure Land was completely destroyed and vanished without a trace!

The entire vast Buddhist temple was barren, devoid of any vegetation, and all things were annihilated. Only a huge palm print, deeply imprinted on the earth, remained, silently recounting the cataclysmic calamity that had just occurred.

The Moon Palace, spanning tens of thousands of miles, was deathly silent; one could hear a pin drop.

All the cultivators froze on the spot, their minds trembling to the extreme, their brains blank, and even their breathing completely stopped.

No one could believe that the top Buddhist holy land, which had been passed down for thousands of years, had given birth to countless geniuses and great powers, and had left a strong mark on the history of humankind, was so easily and utterly destroyed.

It should be noted that the ancestors of all the top powers in Zhongzhou had great emperors in their lineage. Even the current great emperors have always been wary of the foundations of the ancient lineages and dare not easily destroy their roots.

But in front of Xu Pingsheng, a million-year-old lineage is like an ant or dust, which can be destroyed with a flick of the finger!

"No... my Great Thunderclap Temple... my flourishing of Buddhism and Taoism..."

a long time.

In the deathly silence, Master Wuse's mournful and desperate wail finally broke the stillness.

He was completely exhausted and collapsed to the ground, his eyes vacant and lifeless.

"snort!"

Xu Pingsheng was too lazy to waste any more words with him, so he snorted and pointed a finger at the target.

The Buddhist cultivation within Wuse's body was instantly destroyed, and like the Howling Moon Wolf Lord, he became a complete cripple.

After doing all this, Xu Pingsheng put on a fawning smile and said to Meng Anran:

"Wife, the rest is up to you. Release all the pent-up hatred you've been holding back!"

Immediately, he turned to look at Meng Luoli, who remained aloof and cold.

A hint of embarrassment flashed in his eyes, and he said awkwardly, "Um, Luo... wife of the child, why don't you vent your anger too? Skinning, bone-shaving, slow slicing, whatever you want!"

Upon hearing this, Meng Anran and Meng Luoli gave Xu Pingsheng a deep look, but said nothing more.

They knew that Xu Pingsheng's current state wouldn't last long.

A deep-seated hatred instantly ignited in their eyes. They picked up sharp daggers from the side and walked step by step toward the Howling Moon Wolf Lord and the Colorless Master who were lying on the ground.

"laugh--"

The sound of a dagger slicing through flesh was exceptionally clear in the deathly silent Guanghan Celestial Palace.

"This cut is for my father!"

Meng Anran's eyes were red, her voice choked with sobs, and the dagger in her hand fell again and again.

"This strike is to avenge my mother!"

Meng Luoli's voice was cold, yet it could not conceal the grief and indignation within it; each stab of the dagger was filled with endless hatred.

"This cut is for my third aunt!"

"This strike..."

"This strike is for all the Jiang family members who died!"

As the two were slowly tortured, they murmured under their breath, venting all the hatred and pain they had been holding in their hearts onto their two enemies.

The mournful screams of the Howling Moon Wolf Lord and Master Wuse echoed throughout the entire Guanghan Immortal Palace, unable to live or die.

They used to be high above others, wielding the power of life and death, but now they could only struggle in endless pain until their voices gradually faded and finally disappeared completely.

The two powerful figures who dominated the Kunxu Realm were thus slowly sliced ​​to death.

After their enemy died, Meng Luoli and Meng Anran could no longer hold back. They threw down their daggers, embraced each other, and wept bitterly.

The deep-seated hatred that had been building up in his heart for years was finally avenged, and all the grievances and pain were released in tears at this moment.

But this is far from over; there are still elders from the Senluo Palace and the Qingyun Holy Land, among others.

After crying for a long time, the two seemed to realize something, and turned around at the same time, kneeling down in the direction of Xu Pingsheng.

"No, no, no—"

Upon seeing this, Xu Pingsheng immediately became anxious, his expression changed drastically, and he instantly teleported in front of the two.

He reached out to stop them, and whispered in their ears in a voice only they could hear:

"With so many people watching, there's no need to kneel."

"You can kneel down when I'm in a bad mood in private..."