Lord of the Starry Sky

? Others were horrified in their hearts.

For Shi Ting, he was filled with grief and anger, and his mind went blank.

In the Qilin world that has turned into dust in the universe, there are his entire family, all his blood relatives, and his close friends who have been familiar with him since childhood.

But now all of this has dissipated into the vast void together with the Qilin Realm, and no longer exists.

Suddenly, from the piece of light and dust, a ray of light lit up, heading straight towards the Yuxing battleship like a shooting star.

The violent light fell on the Yuxing battleship, violently colliding with the outer protective restrictions of the battleship, and bursting out with a dazzling brilliance like the sun.

Shi Ting came back to his senses, stared at it with wide eyes, and exclaimed.

"grandfather?!"

Shen Jian and others looked carefully and saw that it was a white-haired old man with a majestic face, like a lion.

He was covered in blood, but his aura was still powerful. He put all his strength into one blow and kicked the Yuxing battleship hard.

This Nascent Soul Ancestor, who is good at martial arts, exploded with extraordinary power at this moment, kicking through the protective restrictions of this fifth-generation giant ship!

Compared to this giant ship, his figure looked disproportionately small, almost unnoticeable.

But the brazen burst of power created a huge gap in the Yuxing battleship.

Its body looks like a roaring lion, trying to forcefully break through the huge warship.

At this time, a monk rushed out of the void from the Yuxing battleship and stopped the crazy old lion in time.

Under their restraint, the white-haired old man's steps were hindered.

But the Nascent Soul Ancestor opposite was directly shocked to death by the power of the white-haired old man!

Helplessly, the seriously injured white-haired old man was even more seriously injured after the last desperate blow, and it was difficult for him to show off his glory again.

Even though his body was covered with wounds and he was dying, the shocking blow of the white-haired old man just now made his enemies dare not approach easily.

In the end, it was the divine bombardment of the Yuxing battleship that roared again.

The terrifying torrent swallowed up the tenacious opponent in front of him.

...and also announced the final destruction of the Qilin Realm.

On the Lion here, Shi Ting's eyes were about to burst, and he howled like a wounded beast.

The people next to him couldn't bear to look at him and turned their eyes to the other side.

They vaguely saw that there seemed to be traces of bright red sliding down from the young man's eyes, leaving two shocking lines of blood on his cheeks...

Shen Jian's outstretched hand stopped in mid-air, hesitating before landing on the other person's shoulder.

But at this moment, the mutation occurred again.

A look of surprise flashed across his face.

His small bronze cauldron began to vibrate uncontrollably.

The bronze tripod made a "buzz" sound and automatically flew out from Shen Xiang's body, then suspended in mid-air, shaking constantly.

Everyone looked at the magic weapon hovering in the bridge in surprise.

The only person who was immersed in sadness and anger and did not pay attention to the bronze tripod suffered disaster.

The gap in the small bronze cauldron was pointed directly at Shi Ting, and then the sword was fiercely slashed out of it, with the target being Shi Ting.

Shen Jian had some vague guesses in his mind.

But the sword intention was too powerful, and he did not dare to risk Shi Ting's life, so he quickly tried to control the bronze tripod to withdraw the sword intention.

Reluctantly, at this moment, the sword intention hidden in the small bronze cauldron activated itself, and regardless of it, it struck Shi Ting directly with the sword.

Shi Ting is currently in an extremely unstable state of mind.

When he was suddenly attacked, he had no time to distinguish, and his body reacted automatically.

At that moment, the terrifying momentum he burst out was like a shrunken version of the white-haired old man just now.

The violent power far exceeded the level he should have at his current level.

However, there is a slight gap between the two sides in terms of levels.

If it were the white-haired old man, he might still have room to dodge and resist, but Shi Ting, who was in the Golden Core stage, couldn't respond in time to the sword intent coming out of the small bronze cauldron, regardless of his reaction or speed.

No one on the bridge had time to stop it, and many people couldn't even react.

When they came to their senses, they saw that Shi Ting had been knocked to the ground by an invisible sword.

Everyone was shocked. Looking at Shen Jian, the bronze cauldron, and Shi Ting who fell to the ground, they didn't know how to respond for a while.

As someone from the military, some people subconsciously began to accumulate strength and prepare to attack Shen Jian, thinking that the other party was also a spy of the Yuxing Federation.

The captain was also on guard, but he quickly waved his hand to his subordinates: "Stop!"

Because he found that there were no wounds on Shi Ting who was chopped down with a knife.

The sword in Shen Jian's bronze cauldron is so powerful that the captain of the Lion now has a rough idea. He knows that it is a terrifying attack that many Nascent Soul stage monks are unable to resist and will be cut in two.

If Shen Jian really had evil intentions, Shi Ting's body would be gone with this sword strike.

The current situation is obviously abnormal.

Shen Jian stood still, indicating that he had no ill intentions. He just looked at Shi Ting who fell to the ground, asking the captain to help check his condition.

After careful inspection, the captain frowned: "He was not injured, but he couldn't be revived. He seemed to have been sedated."

As he spoke, he turned to look at Shen Jian and the small bronze cauldron.

Shen Jian shook his head: "It's not what I want. I'm still confused now, and there's nothing I can do to revive Brother Shi Dao."

As if to verify his words.

The small bronze cauldron suspended in mid-air suddenly lost its magic and fell to the floor of the bridge.

Shen Jian had a wry smile on his face.

Because he felt that the small bronze tripod was now the same as when it first came out of Kunlun Mountain.

The intention of the sword disappeared like a mud cow into the sea, and the small bronze tripod itself was scrapped and no longer had the power of a magic weapon, just like an ordinary bronze vessel.

"Did the sword intent transfer from the bronze tripod to Brother Shi Dao?" Shen Jian was curious.

After careful consideration, I found that there was still a little movement of the sword intention in the small bronze cauldron, and it was not completely unresponsive.

The sword intention was still sealed in the bronze cauldron, but it fell into silence again just like before Shen Jian went to You Tianzun's hometown.

Although it was slightly better when I first came out of the Kunlun Mountains, the real benefits are limited.

At least, it would be difficult for Shen Jian to use it to make enemies now.

This sudden and continuous change made Shen Jian feel a little dizzy for a moment, and he couldn't help but raise his hand and slap himself on the forehead.

The situation suddenly took a turn for the worse.

Not only was the Qilin Realm destroyed in the hands of the enemy, but he also temporarily lost his most powerful weapon and his only reliance against the Yuxing battleship.

Even the monk on the Lion, who may be the most powerful monk in combat without the magic weapon, is half dead now.

Where does this make sense?

"Anyway, we have to get out of here first." The captain calmed down and ordered people to carry Shi Ting off the bridge to recuperate while issuing orders.

He commanded the entire ship, preparing to open the door to the starry sky, travel through the void, and evacuate from this space first.

But soon, everyone on the Lion discovered that they were unable to open the Starry Sky Gate at this moment.