Demise.

It was truly a demise.

From top to bottom, he exploded inch by inch into a mist of blood.

The void fell into silence.

A deathly silence.

As if, at this moment, the entire world was frozen, except for the lingering power of his expanding shockwave, no one moved anymore!

Was Jingtai dead?

Jingtai was dead!!!

Everyone, everyone who witnessed this scene, was stunned in place.

Unbelievable.

Truly unbelievable.

Just moments before, he was like a deity, high above and invincible, but now, he had exploded into a cloud of bloody mist right before everyone's eyes.

Princess Pingyang exhaled a breath, as if dropping a burden, glanced at Sima Ke, who was still in shock after witnessing the battle of Yang Gods, and said softly:

"The Great Jin... is gone."

And a thought flashed through Sima Ke's mind.

My dad... won?

Of course, this "dad" was not that "dad," and this "father" was not that "father."

The Great Jin... was gone.

But he, wasn't necessarily dead.

After all, Chen Yuan was just a foster father; he had to leave him a way out, right?

However, he couldn't help but feel a pang of loss in his heart.

The empire was gone.

Their Great Jin empire, which had been established for hundreds of years, was directly lost on this day, with no room for reversal, after his father gambled away everything.

Because, next, various rebel armies would rise up and compete.

And how could the Sima family, having lost so many strong warriors and popular support, rise again?

Consort Yang Gui was stunned in place, her eyes lost in thought.

Perhaps, she was regretting that if she hadn't given the harem ban to Chen Yuan back then, today might have been a different scene.

The court warriors below began to stop fighting, leaving only two Sky Patrol Envoys, Zhang Yantong and Xiao Jing, who exchanged a look, but those who should have been angry.

At this moment, neither of them found any sadness in the other's eyes.

Xiao Jing was a member of the Xiang family, and wished for the collapse of the court, but at this time, before his master awakened her, he had to continue to fight desperately for the court.

As for Zhang Yantong, he felt a burst of relief in his heart.

It was good that the emperor was dead; without any burdens, he could enjoy his daughter's happiness.

As for the others, their eyes were filled with confusion.

The emperor was dead; was there any point in them continuing to fight?

The Jianghu warriors also stopped at this time. Before, when the light appeared, they had fled in panic, but now they were ecstatic in their hearts.

Chaos... had arrived!

"Your Majesty!!!"

Gu Tianqiong spat out a mouthful of crimson, his eyes froze, he clenched his teeth, and couldn't believe what he was seeing. How could this be? How... could this be!

The court had paid so much, and he had also paid so much.

But, in the end, the result came out so easily?

Where did that leave the court?

Where did that leave them, these loyal ministers?

Where did that leave the Sima family's empire?

"Gu Tianqiong, Jingtai is dead; there is no need to resist anymore. Now, this seat will give you a chance. If you cripple your arms, I can spare your life!"

Dongfang Sheng's lips curled into a faint smile.

Before, he was unwilling to fight Gu Tianqiong desperately, but because Jiang He had come from behind, the two of them joined forces and had already pushed him into a disadvantage. Even if Gu Tianqiong burned his power further... it was impossible to withstand the two of them.

After all, Jiang He's strength was really not low.

Even he had to admit this point.

There was a sword that even he felt a fatal danger from.

Jiang He didn't sheathe his sword, but he didn't attack again either, just quietly watching this scene. Perhaps, in the next moment, he would still draw his sword and kill Gu Tianqiong, his former superior.

"Impossible, His Majesty will not die!"

Gu Tianqiong gritted his teeth, his expression somewhat deranged, and his aura rose instead of falling. He stared fiercely at Dongfang Sheng and Jiang He, and said in a condensed voice:

"Chen Yuan, he can't kill His Majesty, you... must die today!"

"Why bother?"

"Heh... even if my Great Jin is destroyed, you must stay today!" Gu Tianqiong's eyes flashed with a bloody, eerie light.

"Let's do it."

Jiang He said faintly.

However, his words were not directed at Gu Tianqiong, but at Dongfang Sheng. The implication was that if he didn't want to live, then send him on his way.

A dignified exit, has been offered to you.

If you don't want it, blame no one!

"Good."

Dongfang Sheng nodded slightly and sighed:

"Then today, I will send Grand Commander Gu on his way!"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!!!"

Sima Che's roar followed closely, his eyes filled with anger. How could their Sima family's empire be buried here? Were the dead commoners not enough?

If millions were not enough, then tens of millions!

Use the lives of tens of millions of commoners to stabilize the Great Jin empire!

But what responded to him was Tianxu Daoist's another heavy blow, which forcibly pushed Sima Che back, causing him to fall into a state of serious injury.

At the same time, the thirty-six Sea Stabilizing Beads were forcibly taken into his hands. A smile curled on his lips:

"If Daoist Sima doesn't believe it, he can also go down and ask His Majesty the Emperor. As for these Sea Stabilizing Beads, they were originally the divine weapons of the Great Chu Dynasty, and were later bestowed upon the Sima clan.

Now that the Great Jin is about to be destroyed, this poor Daoist, as a citizen of the Great Chu, will take them back on their behalf."

"It's not over, it's not over yet."

Sima Che raised his head, his eyes filled with unwillingness.

Even if Jingtai's plans had failed, there was still the Supreme Ancestor. The Supreme Ancestor was still alive. He was an immortal, and he would definitely be able to rebuild the world.

"Then why don't you think about why your Supreme Ancestor hasn't shown himself yet?" Tianxu Daoist saw through Sima Che's thoughts and said slowly.

"You!!!"

Sima Che choked.

"Go on your way, from the day the Sima family established the country, they had already embarked on the path of destruction. Today, you are reaping what you have sown," said Tianxu Daoist.

At the same time, his divine sense quickly covered the Sea Stabilizing Beads, and the Sea Stabilizing Beads surrounding him lit up with thirty-six rays of light, forcibly changing ownership!

"Aren't you leaving yet?"

Lingxu Daoist stood with his hands behind his back, the Immortal Slaughtering Sword standing in front of him, emitting a powerful aura of sharpness.

In front of him was the Lingshan World-Saving Bodhisattva, who was also the Great Sage Equaling Heaven of the Southern Border. At this moment, his eyes were red, and his body was also flashing with streaks of blood.

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

However, his strength had begun to decline.

The demon race was inherently physically strong, and the World-Saving Bodhisattva had also cultivated the Buddhist golden body, making his defense unparalleled. Don't think that Lingxu Daoist had the Immortal Slaughtering Sword in hand, giving him the upper hand... but if you said that he could kill the World-Saving Bodhisattva in a short period of time, it was impossible.

Therefore, he would say.

You, aren't you leaving yet?

But the World-Saving Bodhisattva did not give up, his eyes still filled with madness, roaring and once again punching at Lingxu Daoist, the void shattering.

The two's renewed confrontation was just a part of the whole. In fact, most of the people in the field had stopped at this moment.

"Alas..."

Mount Kunlun's Sealing Origin Daoist, dressed in a Taoist robe, sighed softly, seeming to be a little regretful, but also like he was lamenting, but he still did not stop.

He was still using the Primordial Chaos Divine Map to trap Song Yingqiao.

The True Martial Immortal Sword was emitting a dazzling light, shattering all attacks, but the situation had already reached a very dangerous point. One carelessness, and he would be seriously injured.

After that, he could only escape.

"Amitabha!"

State Preceptor Samantabhadra Bodhisattva placed his palms together and chanted the Buddhist name.

He had been the State Preceptor in the Great Jin court for hundreds of years. Looking at the emperors of the Sima family, only the founding Supreme Ancestor Emperor and Jingtai were worthy of his attention.

As for the others, they were not worth mentioning.

Now that Jingtai had fallen today, it was also the end of the Sima family's fortune.

Chu Changfeng exhaled a turbid breath and gasped for air, his aura already starting to rapidly recede, and his sharpness gradually dissipating.

After all, he had only just entered the Yang God realm.

He simply could not compete with a strong warrior like Samantabhadra Bodhisattva.

He didn't think that his aptitude was weaker than his. If the two were of equal cultivation, Chu Changfeng was confident that he could suppress and kill him, but unfortunately, that was impossible.

Fortunately, Jingtai was dead, and this battle should be coming to an end.

Otherwise, if they continued to fight, he would really not be able to hold on.

If he died here, it would be too unworthy.

"Amitabha..."

The previous Buddhist name was chanted by Samantabhadra Bodhisattva, and this one was chanted by Bhaisajyaguru Bodhisattva. He glanced at Jingtai's direction and did not attack again.

Feng Jiuge frowned, but did not continue either.

Fighting would only be evenly matched.

Without the Divine Maiden Palace's immortal soldiers, she really could not break Bhaisajyaguru Bodhisattva's golden body and could only continue to stalemate the battle. Continuing to fight didn't really make much sense.

Anyway, the goal had been achieved.

Jingtai's death would bring about the collapse of the world.

It wasn't because his prestige was so strong, but because he was the emperor, and that itself was a symbol. Even if the Sima old thief woke up, he would not be able to continue to make everyone wait any longer.

The Divine Maiden Palace would also be able to break free soon.

Thinking of this, her gaze shifted to the distant battlefield, which was a low-altitude melee, a battlefield intentionally separated by warriors below the Yang God realm.

And her gaze fell on the figure who claimed to be the Evergreen Dao Lord of the Dao God Palace.

Her eyes wandered, not knowing what she was thinking.

"Your Majesty!!!"

"Your Majesty!!!"

The hundreds of thousands of Imperial Guards below began to collapse in morale after Jingtai's fall. No matter what, he was still their symbol.

As long as they won, everything would be fine.

But now, with the death of the emperor, they had lost their confidence.

The power of the battle formation was almost visibly starting to decline, and at the same time, an invisible sense of grief enveloped the hundreds of thousands of Imperial Guards. The Old Ancestor of the Gu family curled his lips into a sneer, but did not stop, waving his hand, and beams of divine light were sprinkled down, and those Imperial Guards fell like rice in the fields, in entire swaths.

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

Qingxu Daoist's eyes were calm. He didn't attack, but he didn't stop it either, just quietly watching this scene.

And on the battlefield, the calmest were still Ye Xiangnan and Manjushri's confrontation. They were like this before, and they were still like this now.

Even when Chen Yuan and Jingtai's confrontation caused most of the strong warriors to retreat, they did not move. When the aftermath approached them,

It was like encountering a wall, unable to penetrate it at all.

Ye Xiangnan's eyes flickered slightly and slowly opened.

Manjushri Bodhisattva's lips overflowed with a trace of crimson.

Obviously, the outcome had been decided!

"Benefactor is indeed worthy of being the second in the world; this poor monk is inferior," said Manjushri Bodhisattva with his palms together.

"You are qualified to be below this seat." Ye Xiangnan won, but he did not despise Manjushri. Being able to fight with him on the level of rules to this point,

Had already proven Manjushri's strength.

The third in the world deserved this name.

As for the others, he originally wanted to find the Asura Demon Lord to try, but now it seemed that there was no need for that. After all, that was an immortal, as for Chen Yuan...

Top ten on the Heavenly Ranking.

"This poor monk has lost today's discussion of Dao. I will visit Martial Emperor City one day to discuss with Benefactor again. However, this has nothing to do with strength. This poor monk still wants to try Benefactor's strength."

"Jingtai is dead, do you still want to fight?"

"Whether His Majesty dies or not has nothing to do with this poor monk's discussion."

"Hehe, interesting."

"What does Benefactor think?"

"Then you come. You are not an opponent in Dao, and you are even less so in strength!"

Ye Xiangnan's aura suddenly exploded, carrying an incomparably powerful self-confidence.

"Please."

In the rearmost position of the Imperial Guards in the capital, a black-armored soldier looked at the scene of Jingtai's demise, and a faint smile reappeared on his lips, whispering to himself:

"Useless trash is still useless trash..."

At the key moment of the confrontation, Jingtai felt that something was wrong with his body. Whether it was his primordial spirit or his energy and blood, they had become stagnant. This, naturally, was what he had done.

Since he had foreseen Jingtai's plan in advance, how could he not have prepared?

Not only was there a problem with the blood pool under Zijin Mountain, but there was also a problem with the blood he borrowed from Wu Daozi. Back then, he had personally taken action and left his own methods behind without Wu Daozi's awareness when he was seriously injured.

No one noticed except for himself.

And the time of the confrontation was the time of the explosion.

It was good that he died; it was good that he died.

Chen Yuan could not be killed temporarily, but at least the great chaos in the world could be considered to have been completed. All things considered, his death also had a part of his credit, which could comfort the Xiang family's descendants who had died at the hands of the court for more than two hundred years.

"Huff..."

He also slowly exhaled a turbid breath, preparing to leave quietly.

After Jingtai's death, it was no longer so important whether he showed up or not.

At least, Chen Yuan should still be able to keep half his life.

Although most of the people present had various thoughts flashing through their minds, at this moment, their gazes were still subconsciously lingering on the center of the previous confrontation. As the aftermath swept through, the light above the nine heavens was also gradually extinguishing.

It was as if the dust had settled.

Finally, the light dissipated, and a figure with tattered clothes stood above the nine heavens, a little black light still shining, which was the center point of the confrontation.

It had directly shattered the void.

It was conceivable how terrifying the confrontation was.

The original Asura Demon Lord's mask had now shattered and collapsed, replaced by Chen Yuan's true face, as well as the mysterious patterns that had not completely dissipated on his face.

After his clothes exploded, what was revealed was Chen Yuan's well-built body. Although there were streaks of blood, it had an unusual sense of beauty.

"Cough cough..."

Chen Yuan coughed lightly, and a trace of crimson overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

At the very center of the confrontation, even with his powerful physique, even with the protection of Mòluó, he still suffered extremely serious injuries.

After all, even the strongest defense could not withstand the void of this world.

The void had shattered; one could imagine how much pressure a person would be under.

Chen Yuan opened his eyes and glanced at where Jingtai was originally, and a very solemn look flashed in his eyes.

He really wanted Jingtai to die.

He really wanted to, and for this, he had paid a great price.

But...

What was regrettable was that Jingtai had not died!

It wasn't that he had sensed any aura. In fact, even Xiang Qianqiu didn't think Jingtai could live. How could he be able to sense it? As for the source of his guess, it was because of... Destiny!

Yes, Destiny!

If Jingtai died, then the purple Destiny would be absorbed by the Destiny Altar, thereby giving him guidance for the next opportunity. But unfortunately, he did not feel Destiny entering his body.

Thus, there was only one possibility.

That was,

Jingtai,

Was still alive!

Chen Yuan didn't care about the guesses and various gazes of the people below. He just looked ahead and said softly:

"I know you're not dead yet."

The void was silent, but his voice resounded in everyone's ears.

Gu Tianqiong, Sima Che, Jiang He, Dongfang Sheng, the Four Great Bodhisattvas, and even Ye Xiangnan and Manjushri, all suddenly had a look of concentration in their eyes at this moment.

Jingtai (His Majesty) was not dead yet?

Xiang Qianqiu was originally preparing to leave, but upon hearing this soft voice, his brows suddenly furrowed, his pupils contracted, and he was a little incredulous. Had his plan failed?

Jingtai... was not dead yet?!

"Hehe... hahaha... Chen Yuan, I still underestimated you before. You were actually able to see that I was not dead. You are indeed not simple."

The originally deceased Jingtai once again transmitted a rolling thunderous sound in the void.

Xiang Qianqiu was stunned for a moment, his fists clenched.

What... was going on!

His body had collapsed, and his primordial spirit had dissipated.

How was it possible that he was not dead yet?

Where had something gone wrong?

What... place.

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed, and his expression was a little shocked.

In the void, which had already dissipated its waves, divine brilliance illuminated the heavens and the earth, and above the capital, endless Great Jin's national destiny surged and gathered towards Zijin Mountain.

A somewhat illusory figure condensed between heaven and earth.

That was... Jingtai!

Although his body was a little illusory, there was no doubt that he had not died!

Jingtai's face gradually became clear, and the look of fear in his eyes had just dissipated. Just now, many of his plans had failed, and decades of accumulation had been destroyed in one fell swoop.

But that didn't mean that he had died like this.

"Chen Yuan, you plus Ksitigarbha King, indeed have extraordinary strength. You left a backhand early in the process. My incense power, my body condensed from millions of essences and blood, were all shattered by you.

But, if you want to kill me so easily, you would be underestimating me too much.

My plan is not just these. Speaking of which, I should thank you. By shattering my true body, my primordial spirit could be scattered between heaven and earth and merged with the national destiny.

Did you think that was why I wanted to cross that Heavenly Tribulation? Did you think that was why I wanted to cut off the karma on my body? That's right, my purpose is this national destiny.

I originally thought that I could use the power of national destiny to possess the power of immortals, but now I realize that that is not enough. As for now, I have become one with the Great Jin national destiny.

If the Great Jin is not destroyed, then I will not be destroyed.

If the Great Jin does not perish, then, I will be immortal!"

A smile appeared on the corner of Jingtai's mouth.

If Chen Yuan hadn't shattered him, he wouldn't have had the chance to reach this point. Immortality... this was a realm that even immortals couldn't reach, but now, he had reached it.

"Chen Yuan, the previous battle was already your limit, right? Now... what power do you have to defeat me? Hahaha... Kill you, kill everyone here, and my empire will be forever solid!

Even if you calculated everything, could you have calculated the current situation? Surrender, I can give you one last chance to live, as long as you are willing to be a servant forever, I can still give you riches and honor.

"Your Dao God Palace, also doesn't need to be destroyed!"

Behind Chen Yuan, a burst of light flashed, and a sense of extraction lingered in his heart. Mòluó's power slowly receded. He glanced at Jingtai and then at Chen Yuan, transmitting his voice:

"Next, I'm counting on you."

"Senior..."

"Someone is coming to find me."

After saying this, Mòluó did not linger and turned to merge into the void.

Once Mòluó left, the pressure all fell on Chen Yuan.

He took a deep breath, raised his head, and could sense Jingtai's current strength. Merging with the true national destiny was indeed powerful, but it wasn't as if there was no chance.

He raised his head, looked at Jingtai, and said in a deep voice:

"If I can kill you once, I can destroy you a second time!"

Jingtai smiled, though there was no contemptuous look, there was contempt in his meaning:

"Let alone Ksitigarbha King leaving, even if he was still here, he wouldn't have the strength and means to kill me. With your current state... what do you have to rely on?

Are you relying on... your arrogance?

Chen Yuan looked directly at Jingtai and said in a deep voice:

"What if I rely on myself?"

"Hehe... then, you should perish."

"Jingtai, do you think you've won?"

"Isn't it so?"

"But in reality, you... are seeking your own death!"

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