Having cultivated myself into an immortal, all I want to do is raise female disciples.

But he didn't care. He simply refined these divine souls into his own immortal techniques and then poured them into the hilt of the Three Pure Ones Sword.

wow——

Inside the venue.

Countless avatars of the Three Pure Ones Sword suddenly appeared around Yun Ping and surrounded him once again. At the same time, the Immortal Slaughtering Formation above his head also began to accumulate power.

The Three Pure Ones Sword and the Immortal Slaughtering Formation were combined once again.

As they unleashed the Immortal Slaughtering Formation and the Three Pure Ones Sword, the Demon Emperor and the Immortal Emperor also noticed the Martial Emperor's Heavenly Halberd floating high in the sky. The two immediately took a step forward, using the Shrinking Earth to an Inch technique to swiftly traverse space, allowing their demonic energy and immortal magic to swirl around the Martial Emperor's Heavenly Halberd, completely locking down this weapon that once belonged to the Martial Emperor Gu Tianren.

Previously, it was the Martial Emperor's Heavenly Halberd that shattered the attack of the Immortal Slaughtering Formation and the Three Pure Swords. Now that the Demon Emperor and the Emperor Immortal have paid such a high price to allow the Immortal Slaughtering Formation and the Three Pure Swords to merge again, if Yun Ping were to break the attack again, they would truly suffer a huge loss.

Yun Ping could not possibly be unaware of the two men's intentions. Even now, though he was surrounded by thousands of Sanqing swords and enveloped by the Zhuxian Formation, his face remained calm and indifferent.

"Do you know why the Three Pure Ones Sword in your possession is a broken sword?" he asked.

Emperor Xian did not answer; he was unaware of the past of the Three Pure Swords.

But when Yunping asked that question, he seemed to understand something, and a look of disbelief appeared on his face.

This Three Pure Ones Sword... is an ancient spirit sword, a watchdog sword forged by countless ancient spirits over countless years. Could it be... that this Three Pure Ones Sword wasn't originally a broken sword?

Yunping casually spread the ink and brush, and then, quite dramatically, he wielded the brush and wrote a poem in the empty space before him.

The instant the ink fell into the void, intense shockwaves emanated from Yun Ping's feet. The terrifying shockwaves caused the surrounding Three Pure Sword incarnations to tremble and emit particularly frightened sword cries.

Although each stroke was written in the void before his eyes, the blood-red characters appeared on the ground beneath Yunping's feet. Blood-red water overflowed from nowhere, flowing across the barren wasteland into lines of murderous intent.

Kill the poem.

The Demon Emperor immediately realized that this was Emperor Wen's killing poem!

Poems written solely out of one's own murderous intent, combined with profound literary skills, can transform that murderous intent into something tangible.

Very few people in the world have ever witnessed the killing of a poet.

There are very few people who have survived killing a poet.

The Three Pure Swords trembled violently, shook, and panicked.

Emperor Immortal even found it difficult to hold the Three Pure Ones Sword in his palm. For some reason, he always felt that this spiritual sword was trying to escape from his hand—it was afraid, afraid of becoming an enemy of the man in front of him.

The Three Pure Ones Sword incarnations surrounding Yunping were also like this; their indestructible swords were covered with layers of rust, and blood-red traces flowed on the blades and hilts, as if corroding their intelligence.

As Yun Ping finished uttering the last word of his killing poem, a violent explosion erupted from the blood-red sky.

In an instant.

The wasteland was no longer wasteland; it was occupied by bloodshed.

That was a true river of death, a river of blood and corpses... A massive amount of water surged out from the Extreme Heaven One Hong, spreading out and surging wildly across the land of the Extreme Heaven Domain like a river in a frenzy.

All the incarnations of the Three Pure Ones Sword were stained with blood and decayed within a few breaths. They were then devoured by the indescribable blood energy and became nourishment for the dead river beneath Yun Ping's feet.

click-

A crack appeared at the hilt of the sword.

Emperor Immortal stared blankly at the broken sword in his palm, frantically using his immortal techniques to stabilize it—this Three Pure Ones Sword was actually showing signs of being devoured by the blood energy and shattering on the spot?!

Impossible, impossible! This is the Ancient Spirit Sword, how could it be defeated by this mere Killing Poem...

However, this is not the end.

"Just like you don't know why the Immortal Slaughtering Formation Diagram was damaged."

Yunping leaped into the air and disappeared from the spot.

When the Emperor Immortal and the Demon Emperor regained their senses, they saw that snow-white figure standing above the Immortal Slaughtering Formation like a demon god.

No one knows how he bypassed the restrictions of the Immortal Slaughtering Formation, directly crossed the formation, and arrived directly above it.

The Demon Emperor and the Immortal Emperor stared blankly at Yun Ping, only to see him raise his right foot indifferently and then stomp down hard.

As if the earth itself were about to be shattered, the entire Extreme Heaven Domain began to shake violently. The power of this kick even caused the other two Great Heaven Domains to tremble to some extent.

silent.

That was a silent trampling.

There was no wind or waves, no sound. The power emanating from this stomp had already swallowed up all the air, shattering even the wind and waves, and even the sound!

The Immortal Slaughtering Formation, which had gathered immeasurable power, was shattered by this single stomp. A tearing sound came from the array diagram in the Demon Emperor's hand, and the entire array diagram even cracked open, almost being scattered into hundreds of fragments.

It's broken, completely broken.

The massive Immortal Slaughtering Formation was trampled into bloody fragments, which fell into the dead river that flowed endlessly on the ground. The decaying Three Pure Ones Sword turned into a sky full of blood mist, and in the end, it also returned to the dead river.

Quiet.

Endless stillness.

You couldn't even hear breathing inside the stadium.

The Demon Emperor and the Immortal Emperor raised their heads and looked up at the sky, only to be met with an even more terrifying sight.

Behind Yunping stood a towering Buddha statue.

But the Buddha was clearly not a beacon of holy light, but rather a being with three heads and six arms, wielding massive weapons such as swords, spears, and halberds, with a ferocious and terrifying face. The light emanating from him was pure blood-red killing intent, yet within this killing intent lay a trace of holiness.

Killing the Buddha... Where did this "killing the Buddha" come from?

The free transfer group for Qianxun novels is 255595300. Nobody knows.

No one dared to ask.

"The Three Pure Ones Sword and the Immortal Slaughtering Formation have indeed injured me."

He stood high in the sky, looking down with a cold and indifferent gaze.

"You think that these two things combined can kill me, and that idea is indeed correct."

"But don't forget, the Immortal Slaughtering Formation and the Three Pure Ones Swords injured me hundreds of years ago."

"Instead of who I am now."

next second.

Yunping's face loomed large before their eyes.

He grabbed Emperor Immortal's head with one hand, and with a burst of strength from his right arm, flung the arrogant True Immortal, sword and all, from the sky to the ground. Then, he instantly moved forward and stomped down on Emperor Immortal's head.

"You're the first one I'll kill. You use the title of immortal to steal people's souls and refine your so-called immortal techniques."

"To blatantly promote the might of Heaven's Way, relying on the power of your master? How is your approach any different from those of cults and heretics?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the earth shook violently.

It wasn't that Yun Ping stepped on the head of the Emperor Immortal, but rather that the blood-red sky suddenly cracked open.

"Dao Wei!"

Emperor Xian crossed his arms in front of him, a hint of panic and anger flashing across his handsome face.

His fierce shout drew the power of the Heavenly Dao down upon him!

Unlike the sage who guides the way, the Emperor Immortal has an extremely close relationship with the Heavenly Dao. It can even be said that he can mobilize the Heavenly Dao to the greatest extent and even control the Heavenly Tribulation!

The Way of Heaven is him, and he is the Way of Heaven.

The vast celestial might swirled in the sky. Seeing this, Yun Ping immediately exerted force with the soles of his feet:

"No!!"

The overwhelming sound soared into the sky.

Then there is no more then.

With a single stomp, he shattered Emperor Immortal's arms. The power he unleashed caused the ground within hundreds of meters of Emperor Immortal to collapse. Yet, the vast heavenly might merely hovered in the sky, showing no intention of descending to help Emperor Immortal.

"You—!" Emperor Immortal coughed up a mouthful of blood. Before he could finish speaking, Yun Ping kicked him in the chest.

The next second, Emperor Immortal was sent flying, and was actually kicked to a height almost the same as Ye Yuchan's.

The silly guy even got a close look at the face that had been kicked to pieces by the old thug, a bloody mess...

After crashing to the ground, Emperor Immortal clutched his heart, which was almost stopping, and looked up blankly at the heavens... He didn't understand why his Heavenly Dao hadn't descended.

Are you scared? Old Master Tiandao, are you afraid of this man? You've even abandoned your responsibilities?!

Despite the terrifying thoughts swirling in his mind, Emperor Immortal did not despair.

He gazed at the man slowly approaching him from afar, carrying the Ksitigarbha Buddha on his back, and murmured, "I still have Gu Ling... Gu Ling..."

Before he could finish speaking...

Yun Ping then flashed forward and gently stepped on the head of the Immortal Emperor.

He bent down, his expression remaining indifferent: "Call someone."

"...What?" Emperor Immortal was stunned.

"I told you to call for help."

Yun Ping raised his head, looked at the sky, and said calmly:

"Summon all the ancient spirits."

"Whether it's an ancient spirit or an incarnation of the Great Dao."

The murderous intent filling his eyes sent chills down one's spine.

"I'll kill as many as you call today."

60. The Fall of an Era

Gu Ling, kill as many as come!

Impossible, this is impossible...

The arrogant words Yun Ping uttered echoed in Di Xian's mind, even though they sounded too reasonable to be exaggerated.

The immortal emperor did not believe it.

No, or rather, he can't be trusted!