I Have A Qi Fortune Altar-Chapter 1421 - 691: The Fall of the Emperor! (Part 2)

"Then why don't you think about why your Grand Ancestor has not appeared to this day?" Tianxu Daoist saw through Sima Che's thoughts and said slowly.

"You!!!"

The tone of Sima Che faltered.

"On your way now, since the day the Sima Family established its nation, it has been on the path to annihilation. Today, it is the consequence of your own actions." Tianxu Daoist spoke.

At the same time, Divine Thought quickly covered the Ocean Stabilizing Pearl, which was surrounded by thirty-six rays of light around him, forcibly changing ownership!

"Won't you leave?"

Ling Xu Daoist stood with his hands behind his back, the Slaughter Immortal Sword standing before him, exhaling powerful sharp energy.

In front of him was Spirit Mountain's Savior Bodhisattva, also the Great Sage Equalling Heaven of the Southern Border. At this moment, his eyes were bloodshot, and his body was radiating a bloody glow.

The right fist that had exploded into a cloud of blood earlier had now regrown.

However, his strength was already beginning to decline.

The Demon race's physique is inherently formidable, and the Savior Bodhisattva has also cultivated the Buddhist Golden Body, known for its unparalleled defense. Even though Ling Xu Daoist holds the Slaughter Immortal Sword, giving him the upper hand,

it is simply impossible to kill the Savior Bodhisattva in a short time. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

So he asked.

"Won't you leave?"

But the Savior Bodhisattva did not stop, his eyes still filled with madness. He roared angrily and swung his fist again towards Ling Xu Daoist, making the void shatter.

The renewed confrontation between the two was just a surface detail. In reality, most of the people present had already ceased fighting at this moment.

"Sigh..."

Kunlun Mountain's Feng Yuan Daoist, clad in his Daoist robe, sighed softly, seemingly somewhat regretful, but it also seemed like he was lamenting, yet he still didn't stop.

He continued to use the Mixed Element Divine Map to trap Song Yingqiao.

The True Martial Immortal Sword radiated brilliant light, shattering all attacks, but the situation was already extremely perilous; one careless move could result in being severely injured.

Next would only be to escape.

"Amitabha!"

State Preceptor Pu Xian Bodhisattva clasped his hands together, reciting a Buddhist mantra.

Having served as the State Preceptor of the Great Jin Court for hundreds of years, among all the emperors of the Sima Family throughout history, the only ones worthy of his serious regard were the founding Grand Ancestor Emperor and Jingtai.

As for the others, they were not worth mentioning.

Today's downfall, indeed, marks the end of the Sima Family's luck.

Chu Changfeng exhaled a breath of impure air, panting heavily. The aura on his body was already rapidly receding, and his sharp energy was gradually fading.

After all, he had just entered the Yang God stage.

He cannot possibly contend with a strong figure like Pu Xian Bodhisattva.

He didn't believe his aptitude was inferior to his opponent's. If their cultivation were equivalent, Chu Changfeng was confident he could kill him, but unfortunately, that wasn't possible.

Fortunately, Jingtai was dead, and the confrontation had almost reached its end.

Otherwise, if the fight continued, he indeed would not be able to hold on much longer.

To die here would not be worthwhile at all.

"Amitabha...."

The previous Buddhist mantra was recited by Pu Xian Bodhisattva, while this one was uttered by the Medicine Master Glazed Bodhisattva. He glanced toward the direction of Jingtai, no longer acting.

Feng Jiuge frowned but did not continue either.

Fighting was merely an even match.

Without the Immortal Weapons of the Goddess Palace, she couldn't break the Medicine Master Glazed Bodhisattva's Golden Body at all, only keeping the battle in a stalemate. Continuing the fight actually wasn't very meaningful.

Besides, the objective had already been achieved.

With Jingtai dead, the world collapses.

His prestige wasn't exceptionally strong; it was because he was the Emperor, a symbol in itself. Even if the old Sima tyrant awoke, he couldn't make everyone continue waiting.

The Goddess Palace could also finally untangle itself.

Thinking of this, her gaze swept toward the distant battlefield, a chaotic melee in the lower air, a battlefield deliberately divided by martial artists below the Yang God level.

And her gaze fell on the figure who claimed to be the Evergreen Daoist Lord from the Taoist Divine Palace.

Her eyes circulated, and who knew what she was thinking.

"Your Majesty!!!"

"Your Majesty!!!"

Among the hundreds of thousands of Forbidden Army below, their fighting spirit began to crumble after Jingtai's demise. Previously, no matter what, he still was their symbol.

As long as they won, everything would be negotiable.

But now, with the Emperor dead, they also lost their confidence.

The prowess of the battle formation began to visibly decline quickly, and an invisible sense of sorrow enveloped the hundreds of thousands of Forbidden Army.

The old ancestor of the Gu Family curled the corner of his mouth into a cold smile, yet did not stop, with a wave of his hand, streaks of Divine Light fell, causing those Forbidden Army to fall like grains in the field.

Without the empowerment of the battle formation, to a Yang God True Monarch, these people were no different from ants.

Qing Xu Daoist looked on calmly, neither taking action nor preventing it, merely watching this scene indifferently.

And on the battlefield, the most peaceful still remained the confrontation between Ye Xiangnan and Manjusri. They were like this before, and now they were still like this.

Even though the clash between Chen Yuan and Jingtai caused most of the strong to retreat, they did not move. When the shockwave approached them,

it was as if it hit a wall and couldn't penetrate at all.

Ye Xiangnan's eyes flickered slightly, slowly opening.

Manjusri Bodhisattva had a thread of crimson trickle from his mouth.

Clearly, the victory had been decided!

"You are indeed deserving of being second under heaven, this humble monk cannot compare."

Manjusri Bodhisattva clasped his hands together and said.

"You are qualified to be beneath me," Ye Xiangnan, having won, didn't belittle Manjusri, recognizing anyone who could clash with him in a match of rules to this point.