Playful Immortal Doctor: Evil Emperor Poisonous Love Concubine

Mountains and rivers were shattered, wildfires started a prairie fire, all visions dissipated immediately, and the shocking power also disappeared invisible.

"This--"

Patriarch Qingyang watched this scene in disbelief, his huge palm trembled uncontrollably, and roared in disbelief: "No! This is impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"

This is the 300 years since he entered the world, after the overthrow of the dynasty, he realized the big move, the other party even blocked it with white hair, and it disappeared?

This is too shocking.

"Old Ancestor? Hehe." Mu Yue sneered, and said, "With your level, you are at most a reptile. How dare you call yourself an Old Ancestor in front of this young master? Huh?!"

"You cultivators in the world are the most conceited, exaggerating for fame and reputation!"

Mu Yue's voice was as cold as ice, floating in the air.

In the blink of an eye, the body woven with silver threads gradually disintegrated, and turned into a three-thousand-foot white hair again.

This time, it is not defense, but active attack.

The white hair soared to the sky in an instant, wrapped around the body of Qingyang Patriarch deep in the sky, and tied it into a rice dumpling.

"Ahhh-"

Patriarch Qingyang let out a hysterical whine with a look of panic all over his face.

"Master Yimo, please, let me go, I am just venting my anger for my disciples, I..."

"puff--"

Before Patriarch Qingyang could finish his words, his body was cut into thousands of pieces by Mu Yue's silver thread.

The Void Avatar is not an entity, so even if it is cut into pieces, it will not really splatter blood.

The body of Patriarch Qingyang shattered into fragments and phantoms, which turned into dots of fluorescent light and disappeared over Fengmo Ridge.

After the battle, there was silence.

Regardless of whether it was the disciples of the Fire Clan, the Tu Clan, the Shui Clan, or Ling Luo's family, everyone was silent, their faces were full of astonishment, and they couldn't even utter a word.

Outside the starry sky with a distance of one billion trillion, on the Yama star, the Qingyang Patriarch's main body spurted out a mouthful of blood, his soul was damaged, his spirit was shaken, his body slanted, and he collapsed to the ground.

"Old Ancestor, Old Ancestor, what's wrong with you?!"

1000 years ago, the disciples of the older generation of the Fire Clan who followed the Qingyang Patriarch into the extraterrestrial starry sky were shocked and terrified.

Patriarch Qingyang stretched out a hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his lips. With the support of his subordinates, he sat up with great difficulty, with a very serious expression, and said: "Give me an order, the Sixth Heavenly Fire Clan Headquarters, we can no longer be enemies of Ling Luo and Xuanyuan Yu, and bring about our own destruction!"

"Old Ancestor?" The disciples of the older generation of the Fire Clan couldn't believe what they heard, "Old Ancestor, you are No. 1 in our Fire Clan, how could you lose?"

"Strange demons! There are strange demons!" Qingyang Patriarch's eyes were cracked, and he let out a weak roar.

Sixth Heaven, Fengmo Ridge.

After Mu Yue defeated the void incarnation of Patriarch Qingyang, she turned into silver-haired white hair again, and jumped back along the cross scar on the Emperor's Mirror, still half of it stuck outside.

Patriarch Qingyang suffered a disastrous defeat, and the thousands of disciples from the right wing of the Holy Alliance acted like they had seen a ghost. They were scared to death and fled in a hurry. After a while, the flattened Fengmo Ridge became empty.

"Thank you, Mr. Mu Yue, for saving me."

Ling Luo cupped her fists and bowed respectfully to the white hair protruding from the Emperor's mirror.

"Since it was entrusted by the Desolate Lord, it's just a matter of little effort." Mu Yue's voice came from the Emperor's Mirror, not surprised by favor or humiliation, very flat, revealing a breathtaking coldness.