Wherever the sword light went, the collapse of the Holy City of Canaan at the level of laws was more terrifying than physical destruction.

Roses suddenly grew out of the solidified molten steel in the West City District, and fragments of Arkad’s memories burst out from the stamens – he had witnessed the Blood God slaughtering the city in his childhood.

Morgana’s spells were all written in reverse, and the backlash caused her ancestors’ last words of repentance to appear all over her body.

Holy white lotus blossomed from the iron skeleton’s mechanical body, and heavenly music could be heard between the gears.

The eternal night of Night Owl was filled with sword light, and all shadows began to shed tears of blood.

The ghost prison summoned by the dead bones turned into a pure land of bliss, and the dead souls smiled and disappeared.

Ye Qingzhou was suspended in the clouds, the magic sword Wuji in his hand reflected the horrified faces of the five Martial Saints one by one.

“The Martial Saint’s Mind Image…”

His voice echoed with the heavens: “My sword…”

When the sword fell, there was no sound, no light or shadow, only the purest “negation”, as if it was the nothingness that swallowed up everything, and wherever it went, everything collapsed.

The five major mental images shattered like bubbles, and the five men knelt on the ground coughing up blood at the same time. Their martial arts will was permanently cracked by this sword.

The Golden Dragon, who was standing aside and watching the battle, suddenly realized that he could not remember what he had just seen – that was the ultimate sword art that was beyond his cognition.

With the death of the five martial saints, the entire Holy City of Canaan has been changed beyond recognition.

Most of the once towering city walls have collapsed, and the magnificent temple is now only a pile of rubble. The streets are filled with bottomless sword marks and huge pits.

The air was filled with the smell of dust and blood, and occasionally there was an unextinguished flame burning in the ruins.

The bustling streets were deserted, and the silence was almost eerie and made people feel uneasy.

The golden dragon curled up behind a ruined wall, trembling all over. He witnessed this earth-shaking battle with his own eyes, and the strength displayed by Ye Qingzhou was far beyond his imagination.

The five martial saints who possessed the power of the Blood God were all killed in such a short time.

“It’s horrible…”

Huang Jinlong muttered to himself, cold sweat soaking his back. He carefully poked his head out to confirm whether Ye Qingzhou had left.

At this moment, he suddenly realized a strange fact – the whole city was too quiet.

Apart from the sound of destruction caused by the battle, there was no sound of anyone crying or asking for help.

The Holy City of Canaan is a big city with millions of residents. Even if most people fled when the battle started, there should be some people who did not have time to escape.

The golden dragon bravely crawled out from his hiding place and looked around.

The streets were empty except for the ruins.

There were no dead bodies, no injured people, not even a mouse to be seen.

This is too abnormal. Even if the aftermath of the battle between Ye Qingzhou and the five Martial Saints killed everyone, there should have been corpses left behind.

“Where is everyone?”

The golden dragon felt a chill running up his spine.

He now carefully recalled some details before the battle – the city seemed quieter than usual, and there were fewer people on the streets than usual. At that time, he thought that people had sensed the upcoming war and evacuated in advance, but now thinking about it, the evacuation was too clean.

In the distance, Ye Qingzhou stood on a ruin, seemingly observing the empty city. His white clothes fluttered gently in the wind, his sword was sheathed, but the murderous aura on his body had not completely dissipated.

The Golden Dragon hesitated whether to go forward and ask, but finally backed off. His intuition told him that the city had suddenly become an empty city, and there must be a bigger secret behind it. And this secret was probably related to the Blood God.

“We have to find a place to hide quickly…”

Huang Jinlong decided to save his own life first. He first glanced at Ye Qingzhou who was standing in the ruins, then turned around and found an empty corner in the shadow of the ruins. He held his breath and even breathed carefully.

Ye Qingzhou seemed to have sensed something. He looked up at the bloody sky and whispered to himself, “I’ve come to your door, but you’ve avoided me. Is this how the vampires treat their guests?”

As the words fell, a gust of wind blew up the dust on the ground. The entire Canaan Holy City was like a huge tomb, silent and eerie, with only the sound of the wind whimpering among the ruins, as if telling an unknown secret.

“If you don’t like it, you can just leave.”

The hoarse voice sounded like a bug scratching your heart and lungs, making your scalp tingle.

Ye Qingzhou followed the direction of the divine thought and soon found a secret entrance: “I caught you, the little mouse hiding in the gutter.”

huh~
Ye Qingzhou’s figure flashed and disappeared from the spot. At the same time, he sent a message to the golden dragon who was hiding in the shadows and holding his breath: “If you don’t want to die, stay in Canaan City…”

Huang Jinlong gritted his teeth and finally gave up the idea of ​​running away alone.

After a while, Ye Qingzhou passed through a secret passage, entered the underground, and came to a mysterious space.

This is an inverted pyramid, and the space inside defies all common sense.

Ye Qingzhou’s white boots stepped on the stairs that extended upwards, but there was a bottomless abyss above his head. The air was filled with the mixed smell of rust and rotten flowers and fruits, and every breath was like swallowing a mouthful of time that had accumulated for thousands of years.

“You finally came.”

The sounds came from all directions, forming a strange harmony in the distorted space.

Ye Qingzhou pointed his sword at the figure that slowly appeared in the void – the Seventh Holy King was wearing golden armor, with liquid blood runes flowing on the surface of the armor, emitting the powerful life fluctuations of the Eleventh Realm Heavenly King Martial God.

The original descendants of the divine blood, the Thirteen Holy Kings of the Blood Clan!
Every Saint King is a powerful being at the level of Heavenly King and Martial God.

Their existence is the basis for the Edifu Kingdom and the Scarlet Temple. If the thirteen Holy Kings all wake up together, they will be able to sweep across the Blue Star and wipe out all the nations.

At this moment, the person standing in front of Ye Qingzhou was the seventh holy king of the blood clan – Salmas, the Throat of the Curse.

The most uncomfortable thing is his helmet. The visor is completely transparent, with three eyeballs suspended inside, reflecting the patterns of life, knowledge, and good and evil.

“The Blood God’s watchdog?”

Ye Qingzhou’s Wuji Sword was frosted, “This fake paradise is about to collapse.”

Salmas laughed. Even though his lips had long been sewn together with silk thread, the scream of his mind still caused ripples in the air.

He took off his helmet, revealing his true face.

It was not a human face, but a humanoid face made of tree bark, with seven black lines stitching the place where the mouth should be into a twisted cross.

“A fake paradise?”

The Holy King’s voice resonated directly from his chest: “This is the Eden given by God!”

He folded his hands together as if holding water, and dark golden liquid oozed out from between his fingers.

The moment the liquid hit the ground, the entire interior of the pyramid began to collapse.

The walls turned into quicksand, the stairs melted into light mist, and in their place was a dead garden. The grass was as green as emerald, but there were no insects, the stream was clear, but there were no fish, and three towering trees stood in the center, with vein-like lines on their trunks.

“The tree of life devours the flesh, the tree of knowledge devours the wisdom, and the tree of good and evil twists the soul.”

Throat of the Curse Salmas spread his arms, his expression crazy: “Master Blood God’s masterpiece, how perfect!”

Ye Qingzhou’s knees suddenly weakened, and he almost fell to the ground. He felt countless tiny roots drilling into his feet, greedily sucking his vitality. Even more terrifying was that some unfamiliar memory fragments began to flood into his mind – that was the knowledge of countless sages devoured by the Tree of Knowledge, which was now trying to cover his original memory.

“Extreme Sword.”

The two cold words were uttered, and the Wuji Sword drew a perfect arc.

The sword energy swept across like a crescent moon, cutting off all invisible roots.

Ye Qingzhou took advantage of the momentum to fly into the air, with the tip of his sword pointing directly at the trunk of the Tree of Life.

But Salmas just snapped his fingers, and a branch suddenly grew and hit Ye Qingzhou in the chest. The blow was powerful and heavy, carrying the weight and vastness of the long river of history.

bang~
Ye Qingzhou stopped retreating only after smashing three suspended boulders. Looking down, he found that tiny sprouts had grown out of the wound on his chest.

The leaves of the Tree of Knowledge rustled, analyzing his sword path; the roots of the Tree of Good and Evil squirmed underground, trying to contaminate his sword heart.

“it’s useless.”

Salmas stroked his bark-like face and said in a grim tone: “Here, I am the rule.”

The warning from heaven suddenly trembled violently, and Ye Qingzhou sensed that a thousand meters underground, some kind of huge creature was awakening – it was not a living creature, but a blood-red cocoon condensed by pure evil thoughts, and all the nutrients of the three sacred trees were converging towards it.

“I see.”

Ye Qingzhou’s sword suddenly changed: “You are feeding a monster that can devour the order of time.”

In the blink of an eye, Ye Qingzhou understood his opponent’s plan – they actually wanted to cultivate a time worm and let it devour the past history of Blue Star.

If a civilization loses its past, most of its foundation will disappear, and it will become fragmented or even atomized in thought and culture, and eventually fall apart.

This is digging the roots of Blue Star civilization!

Salmas’ three eyeballs shrank at the same time, the Tree of Life suddenly rioted, and countless branches stabbed like spears; the Tree of Knowledge projected all the images of Ye Qingzhou’s past battles; the Tree of Good and Evil released a sticky gray mist with distorted human faces floating in it.

It was obvious that in order to suppress Ye Qingzhou, the Seventh Holy King even resorted to using the power of the sacred tree.

“Nothing.”

Ye Qingzhou’s figure suddenly became blurred.

The piercing branches pierced through only the afterimage, and the real body had appeared behind the Holy King.

The Wuji Sword then stabbed towards Salmas’ back, but was predicted by the Tree of Knowledge the moment it touched the golden armor – Salmas’ body flowed like liquid, and the sword only cut through his shadow.

“Instantaneous.”

Time froze for one tenth of a second, and in this almost static gap, Ye Qingzhou’s sword light pierced through Salmas’ chest. But the juice of the Tree of Life immediately flowed into the wound, and the injury healed instantly.

“I said…”

Salmas’ voice was full of compassion, but his eyes were cold: “This is my territory.”

The gray mist of the Tree of Good and Evil suddenly condensed into a solid entity and transformed into seven figures that looked exactly like Ye Qingzhou.

They attacked with swords, and each sword carried the memory and emotions of the original body. The most terrifying thing was that one of the “Ye Qingzhou” suddenly said: “Your sword is not invincible, so you will fail in the end.”

Ye Qingzhou’s sword heart trembled slightly when he heard the words, and then he realized that this was the opponent’s mantra, which had a similar effect to the law of law, and could directly lock in the probability of his failure.

Even if there is only a one in ten thousand chance, it will be a hundred percent failure.

In an instant, Ye Qingzhou’s originally smooth sword moves actually had a flaw that shouldn’t have appeared at this moment, and the Seventh Saint King Salmas also took the opportunity to attack, his fingertips had already touched Ye Qingzhou’s eyebrows, and then launched a new mantra: “Decay.”

The blood-colored golden secret text then emerged, emitting a strange wave that could cause flesh and blood to rot and decay.

Ye Qingzhou’s left eye was instantly covered with a white film, and he retreated quickly, but the Tree of Knowledge had already captured this new data, and the next attack would be more accurate.

Worse still, the embryo’s pulse beneath the ground quickened, and the entire Garden of Eden began to tremble rhythmically, like the heartbeat of a giant beast.

“Ten thousand changes.”

Ye Qingzhou suddenly gave up defense and went on the offensive.

The Wuji Sword flew out of his hand, but broke into thousands in the air. The five great divine weapons, Longyuan, Xuanyuan, Yan Emperor, Tianxing and Feishuang, each evolved their innate energy. Under the interweaving of sword lights, the sword world descended with a bang, suppressing everything.

At this moment, the chopped-off leaves turned into small green swords, the curse spit out by Salmas condensed into a black blade, and even the pulse of the embryo was borrowed, and the shock wave turned into invisible sword energy.

The entire Garden of Eden was caught in a storm of swords. All things in the world were used by Ye Qingzhou and turned into part of the sword world.

“Little tricks.”

Salmas sneered, and with a wave of his hand, he made the Tree of Good and Evil bloom a strange flower full of mysterious power.

The blood-red petals stood up like a shield, forming an absolute defense that completely enveloped Salmas’ body.

But a petal suddenly fell off by itself, and then turned into a small blood-red sword, which suddenly pierced into Salmas’ throat – Ye Qingzhou had already hidden a sword energy in the gray mist incarnation, and it finally exploded at this moment.

“Ahem~”

The Holy King covered his throat where the sap was spurting out.

The Tree of Life danced its branches wildly in an attempt to heal the wound, but the remaining Hunyuan Sword Qi in the wound refused to heal.

Taking this opportunity, Ye Qingzhou merged himself with the sword and rushed straight to the trunk of the Tree of Knowledge.

“Stop him!”

Salmas roared his orders.

The three sacred trees rioted at the same time, and the space began to distort.

But Ye Qingzhou’s sword suddenly became illusory – this was not a physical sword, but the concept of “sword” itself.

“Sword calamity, heart-breaking.”

The moment the sword tip touched the tree trunk, all the leaves of the Tree of Knowledge simultaneously raised the same question: Does this sword have an extreme?

If the answer is yes, then the power of the sword will be exhausted; if the answer is no, then you will fall into the sword prison forever.

The sacred tree fell into a logical dead loop, the analysis system was overloaded, and countless cracks appeared on the surface of the trunk.

The Holy King finally panicked. He hurriedly tore off the golden armor on his chest, revealing a blood-red crystal embedded in the bark chest. The crystal contained a finger bone – the holy remains bestowed by the Blood God.

“Use the holy remains as a sacrifice, and ask the Lord to bring down divine punishment!”

The finger bone suddenly opened one eye, the sky split open, and a huge hand made of blood cloud pressed down. Ye Qingzhou’s bones groaned under the heavy burden, but he sheathed his sword and stood with his eyes closed.

“Return to the Void.”

The giant palm disintegrated on its own the moment it touched the hair, and Ye Qingzhou’s figure became transparent, as if being erased from the world.

The Holy King was horrified to find that his connection with the three sacred trees was being denied by some higher power. (End of this chapter)