The Return of the Perfect Ten Evils

Finally, the time for the decisive battle arrived. Storms and clouds gathered in Butian Pavilion. Terrifying and powerful men came from far away. Big forces traveled thousands of miles to station themselves around Butian Pavilion to participate in this hunting feast.

The young monks who had joined Butian Pavilion with impure purposes had already returned to the clan for various reasons, and the remaining ones had sincerely stayed in Butian Pavilion.

Under Lao Teng's instructions, the Master of Butian Pavilion kept in mind all the living beings who stayed to tide over the difficulties with Butian Pavilion. The Master of Butian Pavilion didn't think much about it, he just thought that the sacrifice of the spirits asked him to take care of these loyal people.

Not long after, violent fluctuations of divine power came from outside the sky, which was so huge that it was terrifying. On the sky, circles of divine rings shrouded one after another, crushing the endless heaven and earth.

Golden avenues of light spread out from tens of thousands of miles away, as if they were descending from heaven. On each golden avenue stood a powerful creature, surrounded by various symbols, and the aura of the venerable was overwhelming. They were all in human form, what about their true bodies? , few people know about it.

Looking around, the sky is filled with golden light, and people are everywhere in the fields. I don’t know how many people are coming. It’s not just the human race, there are all kinds of creatures, all wanting a piece of the pie.

The monks in Butian Pavilion were angry. When a force became strong, other forces came to attack them. When a force declined, they were besieged on all sides.

Everything is so real, this is really a world where people cannibalize people.

"Break out, don't give up hope." The elder of Butian Pavilion took the lead and wanted to lead people to fight out.

None of them knew that the sacrificial spirit was intact. Until now, only Lao Teng and Chi Cang knew.

If you want to deceive the enemy, you must first deceive your own people. This is exactly what Lao Teng did. Facts have proved that it was successful, and the enemies couldn't wait to jump out.

The venerables came for its divine seed, and the great forces came for the divine rain that fell after the gods fell and the divine treasures in the vast pure land. In short, there was no goodwill, only malice.

Lao Teng has memorized the identities of these enemies and has not left any behind. It wants to clear them all out one by one and revive the power of Butian Pavilion.

High in the sky, Chi Cang sat upright, quietly overlooking the mountains and rivers. He knew that a one-sided massacre was about to happen. Those so-called strongest people were just beings in the Venerable realm, while Lao Teng was in the Divine Fire realm, and It is the kind of divine fire that is about to break through to the true one. The gap between the two is too big and there is no way to fight.

The next moment, a scene that subverted everyone's cognition appeared. In the center of Butian Pavilion, the garden where the old vine took root erupted with a vast and terrifying power.

The energy of chaos surged, and an ancient gourd vine grew out of the chaos, soaring upwards with bright green clouds and shocking leaves. Symbols of order appeared one after another, floating around the divine vine, making it appear unattainable.

A breath belonging to the gods spread out and spread to the stars in all directions.

The powerful divine fire is burning blazingly, as if it is burning through the sky. Is there any tendency to dry up?

This old vine is in its prime golden years and is not at dusk or on the verge of death as the outside world imagines.

This result shocked everyone present.

Those powerful sages who stood high in the sky suddenly understood that they had been tricked by the old vine again, and they were all frightened.

They clearly knew how terrifying an intact god was, and it was effortless to kill the venerable. Even if they went together, it would be in vain.

"How could this happen? Why is your vitality still so strong?" The Beast Lord from Xiling Beast Mountain said in disbelief, his eyes full of horror.

"Since ancient times, when you became a god and became famous in one battle, you have lived until now, but you are still at your peak..."

"I don't believe it. This must be this old guy's deliberate gesture to scare us." A venerable man shook his head, firmly believing that this was a return to his past.

Hearing this, the other venerables were thinking about the possibility of this happening.

Lao Teng was very calm and indifferent. These people came with a purpose and wanted to kill Butian Pavilion. Naturally, it would not hold back. No one could escape.

"Whether it is true or not, you will know soon."

Its words were like the coldest sword, which made the venerable creatures tremble. Isn't this a reflection of light?

The next second, a shocking incident occurred.

The old vine took root in the garden and did not move. It just stretched out a vine and shot up to the sky, piercing through the layers of void. With lightning speed, it pierced the body of Venerable Yihe like a green lightning. Across the horizon.

The Venerable Realm creature was in severe pain all over its body, its eyes widened in horror, and it struggled with all its strength. However, all its attacks were scattered by the runes on the rattan, making it useless.

It is getting weaker and weaker. The essence of its body has been absorbed by the old vine. It is sluggish and can only tremble on the vine.

The blood dripped on the ground, making a terrifying corrosive sound. This scene was too visually impactful. A venerable person who overlooked the earth and was so powerful in the wilderness was suppressed in this way. It was bloody and shocking.

When the venerable man next to him saw this scene, his body went cold and his soul felt like it was falling into the abyss.

They were really confused. How did Lao Teng survive until now? At the same time, a feeling of panic invaded the whole body, making him feel cold from head to toe.

The next moment, the scene of the Venerable bleeding reappeared. It was still the same rattan. The Venerable who was pierced last time was still struggling painfully on it. As a result, the rattan pierced out like lightning and pierced a Venerable again.

"ah!"

The Venerable who was stabbed in the chest screamed and wanted to use his methods, but he was horrified to find that the densely packed god symbols on the rattan bloomed with terrifying secret power, disintegrating all his methods and making him unable to even resist.

"No! I was wrong. Spare my life and never dare to come again." At the critical moment of life and death, this venerable man put down his dignity and begged for mercy. The feeling of life passing by was really terrifying and terrifying.

The old vine did not stop. After experiencing the ancient war, it had already seen the world clearly.

"Keeping you alive would be disrespecting the countless lives of my Butian Pavilion. I'm sorry, but I can't do that."

It controlled this vine again and killed another venerable person.

"Wait a minute, I'm just here to watch, and have no intention of taking action." The humanoid creature from Weishan said hurriedly, because the next target of the cane was it.

"Your Excellency is a venerable person, how can you say such a thing? Successful kings and defeated bandits have always been like this since ancient times."

With that said, Lao Teng pierced through the humanoid creatures in Weishan without hesitation.

"ah!"

Weishan is said to be home to terrifying races such as the Golden-winged Dapeng and Zhenhuan. It is unfathomable. Where does this humanoid creature come from? Its identity is definitely not simple. Unfortunately, the old vine has no scruples. It is going to kill in the wilderness today. Trembling, this land that had been silent for a long time flowed into rivers of blood.