Transcending Tribulation Immortal Venerable

Chapter 1062 The Finale
The scorching flames, biting ice, and violent wind and sand stagnated in front of Zheng Fan's body for a moment, then they were shaken by the majestic purple energy and purple sky thunder on Zheng Fan's body, and shot towards all directions.

The dark monster transformed from dark matter makes a mournful howl when it encounters flames, ice, and wind and sand.

With his upper body bare and holding a seven-colored sword in his hand, Zheng Fan looked at the last descendant of the Huang clan with a surprised expression, "It's your turn."

While speaking, he raised his right foot and took a step forward.

This step, which looked like a simple step in the past, directly crossed a distance of tens of meters and came directly in front of the last young man of the Desolate Race. Beheaded away.

He doesn't like nonsense, he just wants to kill the other party as soon as possible, return to the world of cultivating immortals early, and stay with Xu Wanqing, Zheng Jiayi, Xie Feifei and the others.

The last young man of the Desolate race watched the seven-colored sword coming towards him with majestic force, but he didn't have any fear.

With a sneer on his face, he said, "Zheng Fan, do you really think you can kill me?"

As soon as the words fell, the seven-colored great sword had fallen on the last descendant of the Desolate race.

boom.

The figure of the last descendant of the Desolate race turned into a cloud of smoke and disappeared.

The seven-colored sword missed, and hit the ground directly, creating a thousand-meter-deep pit on the ground.

"I said, you can't kill me." A black smoke slowly condensed into a human form, looking at the deep hole that Zheng Fan made earlier, "The power is barely enough, but it can't hurt me."

After he finished speaking, he paused and said, "There is still half an hour left for the dark matter here. If you can't kill me, the dark matter will spread outside the world of cultivating immortals by then, and the entire world of cultivating immortals will be destroyed by then." They will all become lifeless."

The last descendant of the Desolate Race, Situ Wuji finished speaking, stretched out his finger and tapped lightly in the void, and he disappeared in place.

Zheng Fan frowned as he looked at the direction where Situ Wuji disappeared.

It was absolutely impossible for him to let Situ Wuji leave here alive, otherwise Xu Wanqing, Zheng Jiayi, Xie Feifei and others would be killed by the dark matter.

But Situ Wuji's physique is too peculiar, he can be vaporized, and now he doesn't know where to go, how to kill him.

Just when Zheng Fan didn't know what to do, the black and white yin and yang beads in his body flew out of his body.

The black and white yin-yang beads slowly rotated in the pitch-black abyss, blooming with faint light.

Zheng Fan looked at all this in front of him, feeling puzzled in his heart, not understanding why the Black and White Yin-Yang Bead behaved like this.

When he was puzzled, the black and white yin and yang beads came, and a phantom appeared.

This is a handsome young man in Tsing Yi with a long sword on his back.

The young man looked at Zheng Fan, nodded appreciatively and said, "Not bad, not bad, you are indeed my chosen heir."

Looking at this phantom, Zheng Fan recalled the words spoken by the Lord of the Dark Jedi in his mind, and recognized the other party's identity, "Are you the one who sealed the Lord of the Dark Jedi back then?"

The man in Tsing Yi nodded and said, "It's indeed me."

After he finished speaking, he paused and said, "The last descendant of the Huangzu has inherited the luck of the entire Huangzu. It is very difficult for you to kill him alone."

Zheng Fan listened to the man in Tsing Yi and said, "Then what should I do?"

"Swallow my last soul left in this world." When the young man in Tsing Yi said this, he didn't hesitate at all.

He has waited tens of thousands of years for this day.

Now that he was able to kill the last descendant of the Desolate race, his trip to the world was not in vain.

Zheng Fan has never been a soft-hearted person in these years.

He looked at the young man in Tsing Yi, nodded and said, "Thank you, Senior."

As these words sounded, the soul of the young man in Tsing Yi disintegrated directly, turning into wisps of blue spiritual power, rushing towards Zheng Fan.

Because the soul of the young man in Tsing Yi is very powerful, with Zheng Fan's powerful talent, it will take a long time to refine it.

At this time, Situ Wuji in the ruins of the Desolate Race, seeing Zheng Fan sitting cross-legged on the ground, laughed and said, "There are still 25 minutes. When the 25 minutes are up, the whole world of cultivating immortals will be dead."

After he finished speaking, he quietly waited for the time to come.

A full 10 minutes have passed, and there are still 5 minutes before the dark matter is destroyed.

Only then did Zheng Fan refine all the souls of the young man in Tsing Yi.

When he opened his eyes, he saw countless tiny holes in the pitch-black world.

These holes are all formed by energy changes, and are used to allow Situ Wuji to travel freely.

Now Zheng Fan looked at these with indifferent eyes, and flew straight into the cave.

"What!" Situ Wuji didn't care at first, thinking that Zheng Fan was just putting on a show.

It can be seen that when Zheng Fan really came to the ruins of the Desolate Race, he was still taken aback.

"How did you do it?" Situ Wuji was very surprised, as for Zheng Fan's refinement of the soul of the man in Tsing Yi, he didn't know.

"It doesn't matter how I did it, the important thing is that you are dead." Zheng Fan looked indifferent, holding a seven-colored sword in his hand, and killed Situ Wuji.

Now that Zheng Fan has absorbed the soul of the man in Tsing Yi, the power on the seven-colored sword is even more ferocious than before.

"You!" Situ Wuji's eyes were ferocious, and more than a dozen mutilated black stones appeared in front of him, bombarding Zheng Fan.

Every piece of incomplete stone is like a full-strength blow from the Transcending Tribulation Immortal Venerable, and its strength is extremely terrifying.

Zheng Fan didn't pay attention at all, he held the big seven-colored sword in his hand, shouted loudly, and slashed fiercely.

Under the slashing of the seven-colored sword, the incomplete stones were directly turned into powder, and their power remained undiminished, and they continued to kill Situ Wuji.

"I am immortal, I am immortal." Situ Wuji yelled as he watched the stones crashing down.

He didn't believe that he would die, and thought that no one could make him die, not even Zheng Fan.

Zheng Fan said with a chuckle: "I already know the weakness of your Desolate race, this time you have to die if you don't die!"

When he absorbed the soul of the man in Tsing Yi, he absorbed his memory along the way.

Zheng Fan knew how the young man in Tsing Yi killed the Huangzu back then.

How did the Desolate race disappear from this world.

And why was he able to survive the catastrophe and come to the world of cultivating immortals.

These factors were all brought out by young people in Tsing Yi using unnatural means.

Otherwise, when I first came to the world of cultivating immortals, I wouldn't immediately encounter Hei Xuanzhu.

"Ah!" Situ Wuji let out a mournful wail, and the flesh and blood on his body disintegrated into a blood mist at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After dealing with Situ Wuji, Zheng Fan glanced at the ruins of the Desolate race, swung the seven-colored sword again, and slashed fiercely.

After Zheng Fan destroyed the ruins of the Desolate race, he immediately left and headed out of the world of cultivating immortals.

In today's dark abyss, after Situ Wuji's death, the dark matter continued to dissipate.

The entrance to the dark abyss is also shrinking.

If Zheng Fan hadn't rushed out immediately, the Dark Abyss would be closed, stronger than Zheng Fan, and he would have no way to escape.

At this time, the sky above the world of cultivating immortals.

The dark clouds like the doomsday dissipated immediately.

The thick black lightning also disappeared.

The restless hearts of the experts from all over the world of cultivating immortals have also recovered at this time.

In Mora State.

Xu Wanqing, Zheng Jiayi, Hongxi Xianzun, Qinglian Xianjun, Xie Feifei and the others looked at the scene in front of them, and their restless emotions improved a lot.

They were all praying, Zheng Fan must have won.

But after waiting for a day and a night, Zheng Fan still didn't come.

They continued to wait, but after waiting for a year, there was still no sign of Zheng Fan.

In the world of cultivating immortals, everything is running as before.

As for Zheng Fan, except for Xu Wanqing and Zheng Jiayi, almost no one ignored him.

"Feifei, don't steal something." Xu Wanqing looked at Xie Feifei stealing something, and said.

Today is the day when Zheng Fan disappeared for a year, so Xu Wanqing, Xie Feifei, Zheng Jiayi and others held a banquet here.

Hope to see Zheng Fan come back on this day.

Listening to Xu Wanqing's words, Xie Feifei laughed and said, "Cousin, why don't I taste the taste, or what if my cousin-in-law comes back and thinks it doesn't taste good?"

Speaking of the word "cousin-in-law", the noisy place suddenly quieted down, and no one spoke.

Zheng Fan disappeared for a year, and they missed Zheng Fan very much.

Now that Zheng Fan was mentioned, his eyes turned red and tears rolled down his face.

At this moment, a voice floated down from the sky, like a thunderclap exploding in the ear, "I'm back."

As the voice sounded in everyone's ears, they all raised their heads and looked in the direction of the voice.

Immediately, they saw a young man in clean and tidy white clothes with a gentle smile on his face appearing in front of them.

(End of this chapter)