Before the teleportation array in the Different Demon Territory, as Ying Wuxie's words fell.
An extremely terrifying desolate power immediately appeared on his body. The ground thousands of feet behind him instantly turned into a desolate, earthy yellow, losing all vitality. Energy instantly surged towards his body like crazy.
"Great Desolate Scripture - Desolate Strike!"
As his words fell, a huge desolate light strike immediately appeared in the sky, blasting towards those three incomparably powerful energies.
The huge energies from both sides clashed in the sky.
"Bang!"
A huge explosion echoed through the clouds.
A strong gust of wind swept wildly in all directions.
The disciples who were originally close to them all quickly retreated into the distance.
This collision was simply too terrifying.
The space at the point of collision had become somewhat distorted.
Finally, the terrifying energy of the Desolate Strike fiercely blasted apart the three great energies in the sky.
It blasted towards the direction of Yuan Cang and the other two.
Those around who were paying attention to this battlefield also turned their gaze towards the battle between Ying Wuxie and the Three Little Kings.
"No wonder he had such confidence to start a war. The Three Little Kings were actually held off by him alone."
"This Ying Wuxie's current combat power is probably not inferior to Yuan Gate's Lin Yun."
"Indeed, it seems Yuan Gate is going to suffer a loss this time."
"I don't think so. That Yuan Gate's Lin Yun hasn't returned yet. If he returns, the outcome of this battle is still uncertain."
"That's true..."
When the people from the other five great sects saw such a scene, a hint of shock appeared in their eyes.
"I didn't expect this Ying Wuxie's strength to be so strong."
"With such deep enmity between them, I estimate Yuan Gate is going to be in trouble this time."
"Who told them to be so overbearing and arrogant before? Which of the super sects doesn't have some grudges?"
"Yes, but the reason for this enmity isn't because of Senior Zhou Tong who appeared in Dao Sect a hundred years ago. Among the younger generation of that era, all the prestige accumulated on his head. In that generation, one of Yuan Gate's Three Little Kings died, one was injured, and one fled at his hands. Later, for some unknown reason, he even single-handedly broke into Yuan Gate, angrily killed three Grand Elders of Yuan Gate, turning Yuan Gate upside down. In the end, he directly forced the Yuan Gate Sect Leader to personally take action and kill him."
"Yes, this matter back then caused huge waves throughout the entire Eastern Xuan Region. It was also after this incident that the struggle between Dao Sect and Yuan Gate turned into the current irreconcilable situation."
While sighing, everyone looked at the two sides in the battlefield.
At this moment, Yuan Cang and the other two looked at the attack that was about to hit them, and different expressions appeared on their faces.
"How is this possible? How can he have such strong strength?" Yuan Cang's face held a hint of disbelief.
Before, he could exchange a few moves with Lin Yun, and the Ying Wuxie opposite him had lost to Lin Yun not long ago. How could he now blast apart the combined attack of the three of them with one move?
Lei Qian and Ling Zhen's faces were a little pale.
"Spirit Seal Manifest!"
"Origin Emperor Scripture - Origin Emperor Bell!"
As the words fell, a rune mark suddenly flashed on Yuan Cang's forehead, and after the rune flashed, his aura also surged violently at this moment.
Then, the hand seals in his hands constantly changed, and violent Origin Power frantically condensed around him. In an instant, a pale yellow giant bell hundreds of feet in size condensed. Then, the giant bell began to compress frantically. In one breath, it compressed into the size of an ordinary large bell, emitting an incomparably dazzling golden yellow light, firmly covering the three of them within it.
"Clang!"
The desolate light strike fiercely struck the golden yellow large bell.
"Boom!"
An earth-shattering loud noise suddenly echoed piercingly in the sky, and an unusually terrifying Origin Power storm directly formed in the sky.
"Boom boom boom!"
The space in this area seemed to be distorted at this moment. A mountain peak below the storm was directly twisted and shattered. The surrounding ground also cracked open with giant fissures. Many people retreated in a panic, fearing being swept into it.
The fluctuation, amidst those shocked gazes, lasted for more than ten breaths before gradually dissipating.
And as the raging Origin Power storm dissipated, all eyes instantly turned towards the source of the storm in the sky.
The violent light gradually dispersed at the source of the storm.
The desolate light strike in the sky and the ancient bell simultaneously exploded between heaven and earth.
The three people in the center were directly sent flying by the strong energy.
"Hiss... The Three Little Kings actually didn't block Ying Wuxie's attack. How is this possible?"
Looking at the three people who were sent flying, the Dao Sect disciples below immediately erupted in earth-shattering cheers.
In contrast, the Yuan Gate disciples had pale faces. They had not expected the Ying Wuxie opposite them to have such terrifying strength.
Seeing such a scene, the surrounding five other super sects also continuously let out gasps of surprise.
"It seems we still underestimated Ying Wuxie's strength."
"This time, Dao Sect has truly produced a monstrous talent comparable to Senior Zhou Tong."
Just as they were discussing, Ying Wuxie looked at the Three Little Kings who were sent flying, and his figure suddenly flashed, rushing towards the direction where the Three Little Kings were sent flying.
In just a moment, he appeared before Yuan Cang and the other two.
With a punch, a giant fist carrying the power of desolation appeared in the sky once again.
*"Bang!"*
A trace of terror suddenly flashed in the pupils of Lei Qian and the other two. Their figures were fiercely struck to the ground by this punch, and the immense force directly created a huge pit on the ground. The Nirvana Golden Bodies on their bodies instantly dimmed.
The Spirit Seal on Yuan Cang's forehead also quickly dimmed.
All three of them spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, and the aura on their bodies became extremely weak.
All the disciples of Yuan Gate around them changed their expressions drastically at this moment.
Those standing in the distance also started discussing amongst themselves.
"It should be over. I didn't expect Yuan Gate to be defeated so quickly."
"It seems this time, just like a hundred years ago, Yuan Gate will suffer heavy losses."
"Not necessarily, right? Yuan Gate's Lin Yun hasn't arrived yet."
"Who knows when he'll arrive..."
Amidst the discussions of the crowd, Yuan Cang and the other two looked at Ying Wuxie suspended in the sky with pale faces, a trace of despair appearing in their eyes.
"It's over!" In the sky, Ying Wuxie looked at the three of them and said coldly.
The Origin Power on his body condensed frantically again. A huge phantom appeared behind him, and the power of desolation seemed to want to destroy everything in the world.
After a moment, Ying Wuxie pointed a finger, and a huge finger carrying the power of desolation appeared in the sky, pressing down towards the direction of the three of them.
The disciples of Yuan Gate looked at the terrifying giant finger in the sky, their faces filled with a trace of fear and despair. At this moment, they all shouted in unison.
"Chief!"
If all the Three Little Kings were to perish, where would the face of Yuan Gate, the number one super sect in the Eastern Xuan Region, be placed? And these Yuan Gate disciples would not have a chance to survive either.
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