Liu Qinghuan looked up at the sky, and his heart swelled with excitement and sighs. At the beginning of the war, the beginning of everything, how many corpses were lying in the wilderness, how many blood, tears and pain are indescribable, all originated from the spatial crack of Qianye Mountain.

The sky gradually turned blue, and the blue sky washed by the water was obviously so clean and distant, reflecting the eternal ridge of the Thousand Pages Mountain, and the spatial cracks that were gradually closing above.

Many Yunmengze monks cheered and jumped for joy, high-fived and celebrated with the people around them, and the irrepressible ecstasy spread throughout the battlefield.

"Great, no one will be able to invade us through here in the future!"

"Mother, I actually witnessed the grand occasion of Fengtian with my own eyes, and I will be able to brag for a lifetime in the future!"

"Whew!"

At this time, a suppressed choked sound sounded, a female cultivator raised her head, her bright eyes were full of sorrow and longing, tears slipped down majestically, and the blood stains on her face were washed out of two clear ditches, and then she couldn't hold back any longer, and hugged her arms and cried in grief.

The people who saw this scene gradually fell silent, and many people thought of their relatives, friends, and teachers who died on the battlefield, and their eyes were red.

War has always been piled up with human lives, mountains of corpses, a sea of blood, white bones, heaven and earth are still there, but the dead can no longer live.

While Yun Mengze's people were immersed in emotions of joy or grief, the monks of the Yin Moon Blood Realm were quietly retreating, slowly retreating into the depths of the Thousand Pages Mountain.

The Wuqi Daozun above the sky naturally discovered this situation, swept down, and then looked at Xuanyuan Yihe and the others, acquiescing to the other party's actions.

Now that the matter of sealing the sky is the biggest, the other party is afraid of the many gods on their side and does not dare to act rashly, so it is better not to rush so as not to really break the net.

At such a critical moment, the people of the Yin Moon Blood Realm will be allowed to breathe for a while, and the rest will not be too late to wait until the seal is over.

Liu Qinghuan's eyes were cold, and his figure flashed: "Today's business is not over, you can wait." ”

Looking at Liu Qinghuan, who was blocking the way, Feng Seventeen paused, and said with a cruel smile: "The revenge of killing my brother is not a common thing! I want to wait to kill you, but now I can't accompany you!"

He glanced up, and as soon as his wings fanned, he turned into a flame and shot out, but he heard a sneer behind him, and a voice followed him: "As long as you are not afraid of the total annihilation of the Nanlin Feng clan, you can leave!"

Liu Qinghuan walked towards him step by step, his pace seemed to be very slow, but each step spanned dozens of zhang, and he followed effortlessly.

"The Feng clan in the Yin Moon Blood Realm has a huge lineage, but there are only a few families in the clan that inherit the blood of the Fire Phoenix, and there are only a few monks above the Yuan Infant in the clan, and the largest is Fengqiu. Since you are a person from the Dark Moon Realm, then you can only be the Nanlin Feng Clan. I'm right, Feng Seventeen, Feng Ying!"

"You threaten me!" Feng Qiqi was furious, and suddenly calmed down in a blink of an eye: "You are chasing after me, don't you just want to know the whereabouts of your concubine, hehe, it doesn't hurt to tell you, she has already died thoroughly, I'm afraid that now the corpse is rotten into a puddle of stinky water!"

Liu Qinghuan's whole body was shocked, and countless bloodshots instantly climbed up to his pupils, and he shouted categorically: "Impossible! You lie, you ......"

"Hahaha!" Feng Qiqi interrupted him with a wild laugh: "It's really pitiful, it turns out that the famous Liu Qinghuan will also have times when he deceives himself, you ......"

Before he could finish his words, there was a sudden earth-shattering sound of "knock, knock, knock" in the sky!

Liu Qinghuan's heart was in turmoil, and when he raised his head with blood-red eyes, he saw that the spatial crack that looked like a human eye was rising and shrinking, emitting a void that vibrated like a twilight drum and morning bell. The colorful liquid made of the Fengtian Dan Fu in it has stopped flowing, and at this time it glows with a jade-like luster, and with the expansion and contraction together, the momentum is terrifying, as if it will burst at any time!

The fluctuations of the space suddenly intensified, the entire sky dome was shaking, and the ground was constantly jumping with the sound of "dong dong", so that the terrifying scene that seemed to be about to collapse made many people think about anything else, and panicked screams came one after another, just wanting to escape from this place as soon as possible.

The scene was chaotic, Liu Qinghuan could only pull out of the chaotic emotions, and saw that those monks of the Yin Moon Blood Realm did not retreat, and were taking advantage of the situation to run out, even the three of Xuanyuan Yihe, who had been confronting Yun Mengze's digital god cultivators, also used their own means and quickly walked in three aspects.

The fire flashed in the corner of his eye, Liu Qinghuan's eyes were cold, his arm was raised, and the mountain teapot smashed out!

Feng Seventeen, who was covered in black flames, turned his head hatefully, opened his mouth, and a crimson beam of light blurted out, which turned out to be a fist-sized round orb.

With a "bang", the orb and the teapot collided together, only to see that the teapot shook, and the body of the pot was obviously dented, and the orb was even more torn apart, splashing out a large area of red blood flames, and pounced on Liu Qinghuan with teeth and claws.

Feng Qiqi's eyes were distressed, his cheeks twisted a few times, his wings quickly flapped and reflexively ran, and he shouted loudly: "The surname Liu, remember today's hatred for the time being, and it will be repaid in the future!"

Where was Liu Qinghuan willing to let him go, and regardless of the mountain pot, the floating sword had turned into a giant sword, and the boundless death intent was like the water of the deep Styx pouring out, with Liu Qinghuan's monstrous anger, all the blood flames were instantly annihilated, surging and rushing forward.

This side of the world has been reduced to night again, and with the constant sound of "dong dong", it seems that the dead realm is coming, and no one can escape!

Feng Qiqi soon found that he had been submerged in darkness, and the raging flames on his body could not illuminate the three-foot range, and he couldn't help but be shocked. turned around suddenly, only to find Liu Qinghuan standing behind him, looking at him expressionlessly!

"Ahh

Feng Qiqi changed color in shock, and his body had just begun to blur, when he felt a sharp pain like a pinprick coming from the depths of his mind, and he was grabbed by a big hand on his head.

The powerful and incomparable divine sense burst out, Liu Qinghuan didn't leave a little room, forced down the unstoppable struggle under his body, and brazenly activated the soul searching technique!

After all, Feng Seventeen is the Great Perfection of the late Yuan Infant Period, although his divine sense can't catch up with Liu Qinghuan, who has cultivated the "Nine Heavens Distraction Divine Technique", he is not without the power to resist at all.

The golden-red flames erupted suddenly, and the heavy darkness around them was finally torn open, and the rolling heat wave seemed to burn even the space together.

This is the real phoenix fire, and it is also the origin fire of Feng Seventeen, which was finally forced out.

At this time, Liu Qinghuan, whose expression had calmed down a lot, let go of the situation, and his body retreated quickly to avoid being swallowed by the flames, and summoned Dinghaizhu.

......

Walking out of the Sword Domain alone, the earth-shattering cheers had already been heard, and in the midst of the celebration, there seemed to be a lot of crying of joy.

"It's sealed!

He raised his head, and the last brilliant glow was slowly dissipating, and the sky above Qianye Mountain was as blue as a wash, and there was not a trace of a large hole in it.