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Xuan went crazy.

At least, in his holy and perfect knowledge, he was on the verge of a rage that was extremely close to "madness".

He is the seventy-second generation holy son of the Jin clan, Xuan.The body is sanctified and the soul is immortal.With a single movement of his hands, he can break stars and cut off rivers and seas.

And now, he was... tricked by an ant, an invisible and intangible ant hiding in the cracks in the ground.

“Buzz——!”

“Buzz——!”

“Buzz——!”

Every time he stepped on it, he carried the power of crushing the void.The continental plate where Qingyun Sect is located has been trampled down nine levels by him!The earth's crust surged, magma poured in, and the originally solid land turned into a sea of ​​boiling, dark red mud.

But he just couldn't touch the ant.

That ant doesn't seem to exist in this dimension.His attack, no matter how strong it was, would "slide" over the ant's body, as if it hit a ball of air.

What made him even more furious was the "itch".

The extremely subtle "itch" that originated from the depths of the soul, but was like a maggot in the tarsal bone, not only did not disappear, but became more and more intense!

Every time an attack fails, the "itch" gets worse.

It was as if the ant hiding in the dark was laughing at his incompetence while using that dirty, "human" memory to smear dirt on his holy soul.

"Ants! Get out!"

"Get out of here!"

Xuan's voice was no longer cold and condescending, but instead had a hoarse tone of exasperation.The perfect dark golden light around him began to become unstable, and even cracked in some places.

He stretched out his hands, no longer simply stepping on them, but using his magical powers.

"The Nirvana of Gold!"

He clasped his palms together, and a gray-white energy wave that seemed to be able to erase all "existence" spread out in all directions with him as the center!

This force is ten thousand times more terrifying than the previous stampede!

Wherever it passed, not only was matter destroyed, but space itself was forcibly "annihilated" and turned into an absolute dead realm of nothingness!

This is to completely erase this space, along with that ant, from the map of the universe forever!

"Boom--!"

The entire planet of cultivating immortals trembled because of this power.The atmosphere was torn apart, the star's magnetic field was disrupted, and the airships ridden by countless low-level monks disintegrated and exploded in the void!

Destruction is the right path of the Jin clan.

Xuan's eyes flashed with crazy killing intent.

And in that piece of "nothing".

Chen Mo's small world has faced an unprecedented crisis.

The gray-white power of "silence" penetrated the dimensional barrier and penetrated in.

The sky in the small world instantly turned gray-white.

That color represents "the end".

Represents "non-existence".

The tender green grassland that Chen Mo had just created withered and disappeared in an instant.

The river that had just flowed suddenly dried up and evaporated.

The mountain peak that had just stood was instantly weathered and collapsed.

The entire small world is heading toward destruction at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Master Ling Feng roared in the collapsed Lingxiao Palace, Elder Han roared in the broken Law Enforcement Hall, Lin Qiu and Wang Hu ran and screamed in the chaos.

Fear and despair once again enveloped this small world.

Chen Mo's "consciousness" was suspended in the sky, watching all this quietly.

He didn't stop it.

Because he knows that he can't stop it now.

Xuan's power is too strong.It is so strong that it exceeds the current endurance limit of this small world.

He just watched.

Look at the withered grass.

Look at the dry river.

Look at the people running in fear.

Then he made a move.

He squatted down.

In this small world that was about to be destroyed, under the gaze of this gray-white sky that represented the end, Chen Mo's "consciousness" squatted down, stretched out his hand, and gently touched the withered and charred soil.

His fingers touched a rhizome of grass that had not completely disappeared.

Very desperate.

However, Chen Mo felt it.

Deep in the roots, I felt the extremely weak but still struggling... vitality.

"Don't be afraid."

Chen Mo's "consciousness" made a sound.

Not with your mouth, but with the will of the whole little world.

"I'm here."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Mo's "consciousness" began to burn.

Not burning power, but burning his "presence".

He disassembled himself, this newly condensed "dot", this "Creator", bit by bit.

Become the most primitive, warm and vital "source".

These "sources" are like spring rain, falling on this small world on the verge of destruction.

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