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

"Since you don't have any, there's no point in keeping you around."

These words were spoken as soon as they were uttered.

Yun Ping stepped forward alone and stomped on Di Xian's chest.

puff--

The Emperor Immortal's entire body gushed out large amounts of blood from all the orifices, and his internal organs were instantly shattered. Not to mention his spiritual roots, even his blood was spurted out of his body by this stomp.

He stomped down again, crushing the Emperor Immortal's powerful body into a bloody mist.

With a backhand strike, he slapped the divine soul hidden within the blood mist of the Emperor Immortal's physical body, shattering it on the spot!

Two feet annihilate the physical body, one palm shatters the soul.

"From this day forward, there will be no more Xiandu."

Yun Ping's words, accompanied by the great blood of heaven and earth, reached the ears of all beings in the three heavenly realms.

Just like back then, when the Emperor Immortal issued the Emperor Immortal Killing Order, it reached the ears of all beings in the three heavenly realms.

This time, however, the person wanted by the Emperor Immortal's Killing Order personally announced the Emperor Immortal's death.

incredible.

But we have no choice but to believe it.

The sixteen peaks have vanished, the immortal emperor is dead, and the ancient spirit is extinct.

Xiandu has been completely erased from the annals of history.

"You're next."

Yun Ping turned to the side, his indifferent eyes still filled with cold killing intent.

A murderous intent that reigns supreme.

Facing the Demon Emperor, who hovered high in the sky, silent, pale-faced, and trembling with fear, Yun Ping's actions were quite simple.

One palm strike.

He suddenly slapped his palm to the side.

boom!

In an instant, the enormous Ten Thousand Demon Palace suddenly collapsed, and a palm print a thousand meters wide appeared in its center. Terrifying winds shattered the entire Ten Thousand Demon Palace, and the swift palm wind even pierced through the entire Extreme Heaven Domain, causing the magnificent Ten Thousand Demon Palace to disappear on the spot!

Gone! Just like that!

It wasn't a thunderous sword strike, just an ordinary slap!

This slap felt like a blow to the Demon Emperor's face, a hard slap that made his face hurt, his heart hurt, and even his soul hurt.

The Immortal Slaughtering Formation Diagram in his hand was badly damaged.

The scene of Gu Ling being completely annihilated is still vivid in my mind.

His meticulously crafted Demon Palace was shattered by a single palm strike.

How can we fight like this?

Can anyone tell him how to fight?

At that moment, the Demon Emperor suddenly understood why that woman had warned him earlier...

He always thought that he was different from Emperor Wen, Emperor Wu, and this man.

Now he knows, it really is... different.

"Never mind."

The Demon Emperor closed his eyes.

He realized the truth.

Despite the fear urging him to run away, he knew he couldn't escape.

So he gave up.

Yes.

Unlike the Emperor Immortal who fought to the death, he witnessed the Emperor Immortal and the Ancient Spirit's Color with his own eyes, and he had come to terms with reality.

This moment.

As the young man in white flashed in front of him—

The Demon Emperor, who ruled the era of immortals and demons, chose to give up resistance.

next moment.

The palm fell.

The era of immortals and demons has come to an end.

61. That woman has arrived.

"The era of immortals and demons... has come to an end."

The snowy plains of the far east, Ashina Castle.

The girl, exuding demonic aura, let out a long sigh, silently opened her eyes, her brows furrowed, and her gaze fell on Erhei, who was lying on the bed in front of her, covered in sweat, trembling in pain as if his whole body was being bitten by ants.

now.

A strange talisman was pasted on the head of this Demon Dynasty Saint, and it was this talisman that was suppressing the Death Gu in Erhei's body.

Otherwise, Erhei would probably have already turned into a wisp of black smoke, just like the other demonic cultivators in Ashina Castle, with his soul and body completely dissipated.

Thinking of this, Yue Jianghan looked gratefully at the young man in front of her, but her eyes held a hint of confusion: "Why did you come to help us?"

"In the past, I received some favors."

Jiang Shaoguang's eyes were calm and indifferent, with a hint of helplessness: "Although I think your Demon Emperor's idea of ​​using fear to rule the three heavenly domains and eliminate the gap between demon cultivators and ordinary cultivators is quite absurd, at least you have little to do with the Demon Emperor."

“I am the Demon Emperor’s daughter,” Yue Jiang said coldly.

Jiang Shaoguang looked up at the sky, which was now devoid of its blood-red hue, and said softly, "The Demon Emperor is dead now, but you seemed to have breathed a sigh of relief just now."

Yue Jianghan's eyes dimmed. He gently gripped the hem of his clothes, biting his lower lip, and his words seemed to be squeezed out from between cracks: "He really deserves to die, even though he is my father... I think I should be more indignant, but I can't feel indignant."

"That's why I said you have little to do with the Demon Emperor. Perhaps you yourselves know that his actions are very unreasonable."

Jiang Shaoguang shrugged and looked at Yue Jianghan, whose expression was complicated.

He felt he should say something comforting, but from his standpoint, he was a disciple of Yunping, who had personally killed Yue Jianghan's father, so his position was not quite appropriate.

Yue Jianghan took a deep breath, then decided to abandon thinking about it and looked at Jiang Shaoguang: "Where is your female companion?"

Jiang Shaoguang was taken aback, then realized that Yue Jianghan was talking about Fan Luokui. He scratched his head, gave a wry smile, and looked back in the direction of the North Ice Palace: "Right now, she's probably chatting with an old friend, or maybe she's taking care of the kids."

Upon seeing Jiang Shaoguang's calm yet somewhat pleased tone, and the faint glimmer in his eyes, Yue Jianghan was stunned for half a second. Then, he clenched his fists, his face turned pale, and his expression looked like he was about to cry. After a long while, he finally managed to utter a sentence...

"Oh... I wish you happiness..."

Jiang Shaoguang: "???"

……

……

Inside the Arctic Palace.

In the main hall of the Northern Ice Palace, Fan Luokui looked up at the sky where the blood-red color had faded, and she knew that it was all over.

"It seems the teacher is still better."

She spoke softly, her eyes, which held the might of a dragon, filled with a sense of reassurance.

Fang Qingzhu, the Palace Master of the Northern Ice Palace, smiled slightly and said, "He is still the same person. He has made such a big fuss. This situation is almost the same as that incident back then. I suppose he has really gone all out."

"Back then... the matter of Emperor Wen's death?" Fan Luokui asked.

“Yes.” Fang Qingzhu smiled, her tone tinged with pride: “My connection with him runs deep.”

Upon hearing this, Fang Qingzhu smiled slightly, but the worry in her eyes remained.

Noticing Fan Luo Kui's gaze, Fang Qingzhu's smile faltered for a moment before she adopted a reassured expression: "It's alright, he'll definitely come. This death curse isn't a big problem for him."

"Yes." Fan Luokui nodded. She also believed that Yun Ping would definitely come to help Fang Qingzhu remove the deadly Gu.

however.

It was at this moment.

A figure hurriedly ran up the steps in the distance.

Fang Qingzhu and Fan Luokui looked closely and recognized who it was, both showing surprised expressions.

This person is none other than the silly person, Ye Yuchan.

"Senior Sister Ye?" Fan Luokui was somewhat bewildered, thinking to herself, "Didn't Ye Yuchan stay at the academy?"

"Luo Kui!" Ye Yuchan rushed over: "I have something to say!"

As Ye Yuchan drew ever closer, Fan Luokui's dragon-like eyes reflected the girl's figure.

only……

"What's wrong?" Fang Qingzhu looked anxious, fearing that something had happened to Yunping: "Could it be that that idiot has gone wrong?"

As Fang Qingzhu spoke, she immediately wanted to go forward and listen to Ye Yuchan explain what had happened.

However, just as Fang Qingzhu took that step forward, a flash of light appeared.

A chilling aura accompanied by a beautifully curved blade of light blocked Fang Qingzhu's path. The spiritual energy emanating from Fan Luokui's entire body unleashed a mighty dragon's might!

"Luo Kui, you..."

Fang Qingzhu was bewildered by Fan Luokui's sudden drawing of her sword and stared in astonishment at the cherry-haired girls around her.

Fan Luokui's face was colder than ever before. She stared straight at Ye Yuchan, who was equally terrified, and asked in a cold voice, "Who are you? Why are you pretending to be Senior Sister Ye?"

Ye Yuchan was dumbfounded, blinking her eyes: "No, Luo Kui, what's wrong with you?"

She tried to take a step forward, but Fan Luokui pointed the blade at her.