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The power of the Heavenly Sword is like destroying the universe.

For Ren Xiaoyao, because he himself is also in the realm of the other shore, he can withstand the pressure from the Heavenly Sword, but for the existences of the Real Dragon, Bai Ze, Lu Youruo, and the Wusui Void Realm, or for the existence of the Heavenly Realm such as the Phoenix, the power of the other shore contained in the Heavenly Sword is beyond their understanding.

The Phoenix's originally gorgeous feathers are now tightly attached to its body due to fear, and its tail feathers that used to be agile and flying are drooping weakly. It widened its bright eyes and stared at the golden Heavenly Sword that cut through the sky, with unconcealable panic in its eyes.

The chirping sound from its beak is no longer crisp and pleasant, but full of sharp tremors, as if crying to the world about the impending despair.

It frantically flapped its wings, trying to escape from the terrifying power range, but the pressure from the knife was like an invisible mountain, suppressing it in place. Every time it flapped its wings, it seemed so difficult, as if it was struggling in a thick quagmire.

The huge body of the real dragon coiled together, and the scales on its body slightly stood up because of extreme fear, flashing with cold light.

In its eyes, the original majesty and domineering had been replaced by endless fear, leaving only deep despair. Its body trembled involuntarily, causing ripples in the surrounding air.

When the breath of the golden sky knife spread, it even forgot the dragon roar that it was proud of on weekdays, and could only make a low and suppressed whimper in its throat.

It tried to curl up its body tighter, as if it could avoid the impending catastrophe, but it knew in its heart that everything was in vain in the face of this power beyond imagination.

Bai Ze's body was shaking violently, and every hair stood up, as if telling of its extreme fear.

Its eyes, full of wisdom, were now full of confusion and helplessness, and the wisdom of the past had long disappeared. It clung to the ground, its limbs weak, and it could hardly support its body. It kept making whining sounds, and its voice was full of awe and deep fear of the unknown powerful force.

Facing the power contained in this golden sky sword, it could only wait for the judgment of fate in fear.

Lu Youruo collapsed to the ground, her face as pale as paper, without any blood. Her eyes were wide open, and her eyes were full of endless fear, as if she was fixed and couldn't look away.

Her lips kept trembling, trying to make a sound, but she could only make a weak, untuned murmur. Her hands were tightly grasping the ground, and her nails were white due to the force, as if she wanted to grasp the last glimmer of life.

Her body twitched uncontrollably, her teeth chattered, and she was in extreme fear. In her mind, the power brought by this golden sword was enough to completely destroy her and the entire world, but she was powerless to resist and could only wait for the impending destruction in fear.

As the clone of the Golden Crow.

Changhen Jun did not expect the original body to take action.

Therefore, when the golden sword tore through the sky and roared with the power of destroying the world, Changhen Jun first stood there in a daze, his eyes were round and his eyeballs were almost popping out of his sockets, staring at the bright and deadly light, his face full of incredible astonishment.

It seemed that at this moment, his thoughts were stagnant due to the sudden powerful force.

However, only a moment later, his facial muscles began to twist uncontrollably, gradually changing from astonishment to a kind of almost crazy ecstasy.

The corners of his mouth were raised high, grinning to his ears, revealing a mouthful of grim white teeth. That smile was like a demon from the abyss of hell, ferocious and terrifying.

Then, he raised his head and let out a sharp and piercing laugh, which cut through the sky and echoed wildly in this space that was shattered by the power, revealing an indescribable joy and ferocity.

"Hahaha, kid, you're finished! This is the power of the body, belonging to the other side. No matter how hard you struggle, it's just an ant trying to shake a tree, overestimating your own strength!"

He shouted loudly, his voice became hoarse and sharp due to excessive excitement, as if metal rubbing against each other, causing pain in the eardrums.

His eyes were full of bloodshot, red like a burning flame, flashing with crazy light, like two blood lamps that were about to burn out, and could burst out with destructive power at any time.

Because Ren Xiaoyao temporarily gave up suppressing Changhen Jun, Changhen Jun, who was originally exhausted and scarred by anger and fighting, seemed to be injected with a mysterious and powerful force, and glowed with a strange vitality.

His back was straight, like a hard steel, and his slightly hunched figure was now fully stretched out, looking tall and arrogant.

His chest rose and fell violently, and every breath was accompanied by a heavy gasp, as if he was going to swallow up the air around him.

His hands were waving wildly in the air, as if he was directing a grand carnival, or driving away the enemy who was about to be destroyed.

His fingers were twisted, and his nails turned white because of the force, as if he was going to scratch the air with cracks.

He kept shouting all kinds of words full of hatred and pride, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, full of malice.

"If the original body attacks, you will definitely die! I want to see you turn into ashes and disappear under this power! I want to let you know how stupid it is to go against the original body and me!"

As he spoke, he jumped excitedly on the spot, stomping his feet hard on the ground. Every time he stomped his feet, the surrounding land trembled constantly, and tiny cracks spread out from him.

His hair fluttered wantonly, like black flames, blending with the chaotic space around him, as if he had become the master of this chaotic world.

His eyes were full of fanatical admiration and expectation, as if he had seen the scene of Ren Xiaoyao being turned into nothing under the power of the golden sky sword.

He couldn't wait to witness the arrival of this moment, and wanted to personally feel the pleasure brought by Ren Xiaoyao being completely destroyed. His body trembled slightly because of excessive excitement. It was an excitement of realizing the desire for revenge, and also a complex emotion of awe and submission to the powerful force.

In this crazy state, Changhen Jun had forgotten everything around him, the fatigue of the battle, and the possible dangers.

At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind, that is, watching Ren Xiaoyao go to destruction under the power of the Golden Crow. He wanted to make all this a reality and let his hatred be completely vented.

In fact, it was not just Changhen Jun. The Fusang God Tree clone suppressed by Ren Xiaoyao seemed to be injected with a boiling and fanatical force. Although it could not break free from Ren Xiaoyao's suppression, it glowed with unprecedented enthusiasm.

Its huge body trembled violently, and each leaf as big as a house rustled, as if eagerly applauding and cheering.

The ancient and mysterious runes on the leaves seemed to be ignited by spiritual flames, with dazzling light and a sudden increase in the speed of flow, interweaving a dazzling light and shadow, as if celebrating the decisive moment of a fateful duel.

The branches of the sacred tree, like those winding dragons, are dancing and stretching wantonly, as if they want to embrace the whole world.

The branches rub against each other, making a dull and shocking sound, like beating the drums of victory. The huge fruits hanging on the branches are shining more and more brightly, almost dispelling the darkness around them.

Each fruit seems to contain a small universe that is about to erupt, and the surging energy fluctuations are stronger than one wave, as if accumulating the last strength for the upcoming victory.

From the roots of the sacred tree, a strong and violent breath rises to the sky, approaching the clouds.

This breath is wrapped with ancient majesty and the will of destruction, which distorts the surrounding space.

The space that was originally broken by the battle, under the impact of this breath, the cracks spread and expanded rapidly, presenting a doomsday scene.

In this excited state, the power of the Fusang God Tree clone continued to rise, and the green wood breath and the hot spiritual power of the Golden Crow intertwined and entangled with each other, turning into storms with a breath of destruction, trying to impact Ren Xiaoyao's restraints and get rid of Ren Xiaoyao's suppression.

At this time, the golden sky sword came as if tearing through time and space, carrying a terrifying pressure that could destroy everything, like a falling sun, slashing down at Ren Xiaoyao. For a moment, the sky and the earth lost their color, and the sky seemed to be cut open by a golden light of destruction, revealing endless hideousness.

Ren Xiaoyao stood tall, his clothes rustling in the wind, and the spiritual light around him that integrated wind, thunder, water and fire was like a surging wave, surging and stirring, making him look like a god coming to the world.

There was no fear in his eyes, but instead he burned with a fiery fighting spirit, and his eyes were fixed on the dazzling golden sky sword.

He slowly raised his right hand, his movements were steady and firm, as if he had controlled the power of heaven and earth with this raise of his hand.

In an instant, an ancient and mysterious rune appeared in his palm, emitting colorful light. This light seemed to have life, spreading at an astonishing speed. In the blink of an eye, it condensed into an extremely huge spiritual palm in front of him.

This spiritual palm seemed to be able to cover the sky and the sun, and the runes on it flickered and flowed. Each rune contained the truth of heaven and earth, emitting a powerful breath that was frightening.

The golden sky sword arrived in an instant and collided with the spiritual palm.

At this moment, it seemed as if time was frozen, and then a deafening roar, like the chaotic roar when the world was first created, instantly resounded throughout the world.

The light and energy were like a surging tsunami, raging and spreading wildly around the collision point.

Under the impact of this devastating force, the ground beneath Ren Xiaoyao's feet was instantly turned into powder, and the soil and rocks flew everywhere like cannonballs, forming a huge and deep pit, and the land at the edge of the pit continued to collapse and crack.

His clothes were blown by the wind and almost torn, but his figure was like a towering mountain, standing firm.

He clenched his teeth, his handsome face was slightly distorted due to the force, and dense beads of sweat oozed from his forehead. The beads of sweat rolled down his cheeks, but when they came into contact with the surging spiritual light, they instantly turned into water vapor and evaporated.

His right arm trembled slightly because of the huge pressure of the golden sky sword, and the blue veins were like dormant dragons, bulging high, but his eyes became more and more determined, as if burning with a flame that would never go out.

In this fierce confrontation, Ren Xiaoyao's spiritual power was continuously injected into the spiritual palm, and a thrilling tug-of-war with the golden sky sword began.

The flames of the golden sky sword continued to erode the spiritual palm, making a "sizzling" sound, and wisps of green smoke rose up, but the spiritual palm was as solid as a rock. Under the support of Ren Xiaoyao's strong willpower and extraordinary strength, it never broke.

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As time went by, Ren Xiaoyao's power gradually gained the upper hand. He took a deep breath, and the power in his body surged out like a volcanic eruption. A roar came out of his mouth, which seemed to contain the power of the creation of the world, shaking the surrounding space.

Driven by this powerful force, the spiritual palm pushed forward suddenly, and the golden sky sword was slowly repelled.

The golden blade of the sky sword, which was a hundred feet long, gradually tilted backwards under the push of the spiritual power palm, and the golden flame on the blade also dimmed a little at this moment.

Ren Xiaoyao stepped forward step by step, each step was steady and powerful, as if he was stepping through the void.

His right hand was always raised high, and the spiritual power palm continued to exert force. Under his pressure, the golden sky sword retreated step by step, and the light in it was completely dimmed, retreating into the void, but it was no longer as sharp as before.

When Ren Xiaoyao repelled the golden sky sword that was enough to destroy the world with one hand, the world seemed to freeze in this shocking moment. Then, the reactions of the phoenix, the real dragon, Bai Ze and Lu Youruo were like boulders thrown into the lake, stirring up layers of emotional waves like stormy waves.

The feathers of the phoenix rustled in the wind, and its bright eyes were wide open, full of disbelief, as if the eyeballs were about to burst out of their sockets.

After a long time, it trembled and let out a clear cry, with endless astonishment and reverence in its voice: "This... Is this really human-powered? There are such strong people in the world who can go against the power of heaven! You know, the power in this Heavenly Sword is the power of the other shore realm, could it be..."

Speaking of this, the Phoenix's voice was trembling, and it dared not continue to speak.

Because of the other shore realm.

It dared not imagine.

Dare not speculate.

The huge body of the real dragon was suspended in the air at this moment. The originally majestic scales, which were slightly curled up in fear just now, were now standing upright due to shock, flashing a strange light.

In its eyes, the original majesty was replaced by deep shock. The huge dragon mouth slowly opened and uttered a low and shocking dragon roar: "The immortal Heavenly Sword that can repel the Golden Crow, this... Doesn't this mean?!"

The sound of the dragon roar, like rolling thunder, echoed between heaven and earth for a long time.

Similarly.

The real dragon did not dare to speak out the terrifying guess in his heart.

These two top monsters are like this.

Not to mention Bai Ze and Lu Youruo.

Their minds are blank at this time.

There is no more thought.

Changhen Jun stood there in a daze, staring at Ren Xiaoyao not far away. The scene of the golden sky sword being repelled was like an indelible mark, deeply engraved in his eyes.

A gust of cold wind blew, ruffling his messy hair, but he was unaware of it. His mind kept replaying every moment of Ren Xiaoyao's confrontation with the sky sword like a revolving lantern.

Suddenly, his pupils shrank suddenly, as if he was struck by a lightning bolt, and the whole person froze instantly.

A terrible thought broke out in his heart. The person in front of him must also be in the other shore realm!

Only the other shore realm can compete with the original body.

Only then can the immortal sky sword be repelled.

"No, this is impossible..."

Changhen Jun muttered to himself, his voice trembling violently, and his lips trembled constantly.

He staggered back a few steps, his body shaking like a candle in the wind, which could go out at any time.

His eyes were full of fear and disbelief, and beads of sweat on his forehead rolled down his cheeks, dripping on the dusty ground and disappearing in an instant.

"I won't accept it! I won't accept it!"

Changhen Jun suddenly raised his head and let out a heart-wrenching roar, his voice full of endless despair and pain, echoing in the empty sky and earth for a long time.

There was a crazy flame burning in his eyes, but this flame did not come from hope, but from the hatred and unwillingness that could not be let go.

He slowly raised his head and looked at Ren Xiaoyao, his eyes full of complex emotions, fear, despair, and deep unwillingness.

He knew that from this moment on, he no longer had any qualifications to fight against Ren Xiaoyao. In front of Ren Xiaoyao, he was just an ant trying to shake a tree, insignificant.

When Changhen Jun realized that Ren Xiaoyao might be in the other side and fell into despair, the will of the Golden Crow that controlled the Fusang sacred tree was also shrouded by this breath of despair and fell into an unprecedented gloom.

The majestic body that once seemed to be made up of countless glittering leaves has now lost its former agility and luster.

Each leaf seemed to have been drained of vitality and became dull. The leaves that were originally the size of a house actually curled up slightly, like eggplants hit by frost, without spirit.

The ancient mysterious runes engraved on the leaves, the light is as weak and flickering as a candle in the wind, as if it will go out at any time, no longer telling the secrets of the beginning of the world, and the spiritual streams that once flowed endlessly have become slow and stagnant, losing their former vitality and agility.

The branches of the sacred tree, which once stretched out like a winding dragon, now seem to have suffered a heavy blow and drooped weakly. The branches no longer try to touch the end of the world, but droop to the ground weakly, as if bearing an unbearable weight.

The huge fruits on the branches that once shone with attractive luster and contained the energy to reshape the world have now become lifeless and lost their luster, like a fruit that is about to rot, and it is difficult for people to feel the majestic power contained in it.

The unique breath of vitality and destruction around the clone of the Fusang sacred tree has completely dissipated, leaving only the breath of decay and decay, and the remaining breath of destruction rendered by fear and despair.

Its body trembled slightly, no longer the excitement caused by excitement, but the trembling dominated by fear and powerlessness.

In front of the power of Ren Xiaoyao, it seemed to fall from the high altar and become the most humble existence in the world.

In the aftermath of the golden sword being strongly repelled by Ren Xiaoyao, the light of the blade had dimmed a lot, but it still exuded a palpitating breath.

Suddenly, a mysterious and powerful will slowly overflowed from the sword and echoed between heaven and earth. This was the will of the Golden Crow.

"Sir, stop for now!"

The voice of the Golden Crow was like a huge bell, trembling in every inch of air, with unquestionable majesty, but under this majesty, there was a hint of something else.

"You and I are both strong men in the other shore realm. Such a meaningless fight will only consume each other's strength and will not benefit you or me."

Ren Xiaoyao looked stern and stared at the golden sword that exuded will. The light of the four elements of wind, thunder, water and fire around him was still surging, but he did not take the initiative to attack again, just quietly waiting for Jinwu's next words.

"I know that what Changhenjun did this time has touched your bottom line."

Jinwu's will continued to come, "I am willing to give up this clone and let you deal with it. His stupidity and recklessness should not be paid by us."

At this time, Changhenjun, who was not far away, heard this and his face turned pale as paper in an instant. His body trembled violently, and his eyes were full of disbelief and despair.

"But the Fusang sacred tree is a very special existence in the world." Jinwu changed the subject, "It is of great use to me. Let this Fusang sacred tree go and let me take it away. From now on, I will definitely not interfere with you."

Jinwu's will echoed between heaven and earth, waiting for Ren Xiaoyao's response with expectation, thinking that throwing out the bargaining chip of giving up Changhen Jun and non-aggression can make the situation turn around.

However, Ren Xiaoyao was slightly startled when he heard this, and then he raised his head and laughed out loud.

This laughter shook the air around him, full of disdain and arrogance.

"A mere will is not qualified to negotiate with me."

Ren Xiaoyao's eyes were like torches, shooting directly at the sky knife that exuded Jinwu's will, and he spoke word by word, his voice firm and full of power, as if every word could turn into a sharp blade and cut through the sky.

"I tell you, I am determined to get this Fusang sacred tree today." He narrowed his eyes slightly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. The power of the four elements of wind, thunder, water and fire around him became more and more turbulent, and the light was so dazzling that people could not look directly at it.

"Don't say that your little Heavenly Sword, even if you come in person, you can't stop me!"

Ren Xiaoyao took a step forward suddenly. When this step fell, the earth trembled, and cracks spread around like spider webs.

His long hair fluttered wantonly, and his clothes rustled. He was like an invincible god of war, exuding a powerful and frightening momentum. At this moment, he seemed to be integrated with the world, and he controlled endless power in his every move.

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