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As the giant sword dissipated with a bang, the terrifying power of the four clans on Meng Qianji's body began to spread and dissipate around.

The surrounding elders attacked him in pain, but were instantly crushed to pieces by the terrifying force.

Meng Qianji raised his head, pain and pleasure bursting out of his chest at the same time.

He was depressed, but sober.

He sobered up and crushed these familiar faces with his knife.

He fought his way from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain gate until a man blocked his way.

"That's enough, brother! Stop it!"

"Brother Pingzhi!"

Flat?

Some distant memories suddenly flashed through his mind. His fingertips trembled, and then he raised his hand and gently swung the sword, knocking the man away.

Even though he restrained most of his strength, the two men were still beaten to the point of spitting blood and looked seriously injured.

He walked step by step towards the man who fell to the ground, shouting in his heart, "Kill him!"

"Brother Pingzhi, open your eyes and take a look! Taixu Sect will be destroyed because of you!" The young Zhang Sect Master - Zhang Yanzhi pounded the ground in pain.

Meng Qianji tilted his head to look at him. Everywhere he looked was scarlet. So many people died at his hands. They didn't die because of chaos, but because of him...

Each of them is his fellow student. Look, that one is the senior brother who often teases him, and that one is the junior brother who respects him and takes him as a role model…

Meng Qianji shook his head violently, leaned on his sword, and staggered two steps.

He didn't know if it was good luck, but the intense pain in his brain actually awakened the last bit of compassion in him.

He looked down at the only two people alive on the ground, and with a flash of his figure, he left Taixu Sect.

Before leaving, he left a message to his younger brother: Guard the inheritance of Taixu Sect and wait for the destined person.

Meng Qianji went to the Southern Wilderness first and sealed Xuan Yue in the main domain.

He gently placed the sword into the groove in the ground, and the power of the four tribes began to spread outward from under his feet, like colorful glass covered with sharp thorns, until it covered the entire cave. The glittering light was like a grand funeral for a lover.

Then he left the Southern Wilderness and headed towards the East Continent Sea.

Chaos possesses the fully integrated power of the four races, while the power of the four races in Meng Qianji can only be considered a preliminary fusion and cannot be compared with that of the King of Chaos.

But Meng Qianji's luck was higher than that of the Chaos King. When the Chaos King was defeated by Meng Qianji and fell into the seabed, the Chaos King seemed particularly excited. He laughed loudly and laughed particularly crazily, as if he had encountered the happiest thing in the world.

Of course he was happy. Over the years, he had stolen the luck of countless people, but none of them could compare to Meng Qianji's luck. This showed how terrible his own luck or the luck of his descendants was. Among his descendants, there must be someone with luck comparable to that of the Son of God's Chosen One, or even better than that of the Son of God's Chosen One!

As long as he has such great luck, his plan can move to the final step.

But he was not in a hurry. Meng Qianji would not live for more than three days. Once he died, the luck would be his.

After Meng Qianji defeated Hun Dun, he used the power of the four tribes to seal him at the bottom of the sea in Dongzhou. The seal was extremely strong.

Finally, he returned to Taixu Sect, but there were corpses everywhere and the only two living people were lying on the ground, dying.

The evil spirit corroded his sanity, his mind was in a daze, and he fell to the ground. He raised his head with the last bit of sanity, only to see a slender figure walking down the blood-stained steps of Taixu Sect.

It's a star general.

She used the power of chaos to suppress the evil spirit in Meng Qianji's body and said lightly: "You can't hold on any longer."

Meng Qianji suddenly stood up and pointed his sword at her: "You are Chaos."

The Star General nodded: "Although I am Chaos, I am not a subordinate of the Chaos King. I am different from it."

"What do you want to do? Do you want my luck too?" Meng Qianji tilted his head and sneered: "Wishful thinking."

The Star General did not refute, she just looked at Meng Qianji calmly until he was swallowed by the evil spirit bit by bit.

And at the moment before being swallowed by the evil spirit, Meng Qianji integrated his luck and inheritance into the inheritance of Taixu Sect.

He also abandoned his physical body and melted himself into his own spiritual sword.

A magic sword fell to the ground with a clang in front of the Star General. The Star General took a look and sighed heavily, which seemed to contain endless regrets.

She murmured to herself, "Why? Why haven't I waited for the so-called opportunity for so long? I have waited for tens of thousands of years. Who is the person that the Origin God mentioned?"

"How long can Canglan Continent hold on? I thought Xuan Yue and Meng Qianji would be an opportunity, but I didn't expect this result. If I can't wait any longer, I'm afraid..."

Her eyes were filled with sorrow. She turned to look at the First Sect which was stained with blood, then turned away helplessly.

The news of the Taixu Sect being exterminated was spread by a young disciple who was passing by. When other sects hurriedly arrived, they were shocked.

The number one sect in the world of cultivating immortals was actually so tragic.

When Xuan Zhengqing arrived, Meng Qianji's younger brothers Zhang Yanzhi and Mo Wang had already been rescued.

Both were seriously injured, but they were lucky to be able to survive such a tragic situation.

"Where is Immortal Lord Xuan Yue!" Xuan Zhengqing looked at the mountain of bones and his heart suddenly turned cold. The scene before him was even more terrifying than the day when the Shenxiao Sect was destroyed.

Zhang Yanzhi held Meng Qianji's natal spirit sword, shook his head and sighed.

After the other several large sects who came with their men helped the disciples of Taixu Sect to collect the remains, they held a meeting together and found out what had happened.

I know that all the people of Taixu Sect died at the hands of Meng Qianji.

I also know that Xuan Yue and Meng Qianji both died in order to fuse the demon bones and magic marrow.

Then, everyone came to the Southern Wilderness to investigate according to Zhang Yanzhi's words, and indeed found that the main area of ​​the Southern Wilderness was sealed by the power of the four tribes, and Xuan Yue's power was sealed underneath it.

The seal of the Dongzhou Sea is even more indestructible, and the Chaos King is staying inside obediently.

Everyone sighed and lamented that a catastrophe in the world of immortal cultivation was ended by Meng Qianji and Xuan Yue, although it came at a huge price.

Although Meng Qianji's massacre of the sect was inhumane, after all, everyone who survived was considered to have benefited from his kindness. Therefore, the history books did not record why the Taixu Sect declined, but only mentioned it in a few words and praised the two immortal kings, Meng Qianji and Xuan Yue.

The Chaos King was sealed, and the immortal world returned to peace.

Zhang Yanzhi and Mo Wang's foundations were damaged due to serious injuries. All the sects sent their saints but they all left with a sigh.

The Taixu Sect suddenly declined overnight, and as the leader in the world of immortal cultivation and the number one sect, it naturally ceased to exist.

Zhang Yanzhi knew what his brother Meng Qianji was thinking, so after burying everyone from Taixu Sect, he took Meng Qianji's natal spirit sword to the Southern Wilderness, intending to bury it together with Xuan Yue.