Even if the heavens are about to collapse, what's the use of panicking?

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"Dead..."

"This..."

"Truly dead..."

The Bronze Grand Clock retracted, and the people of the Ancient Race looked at Long Yinghai's tragic death beneath it, everyone fell silent.

The rain poured down, wetting the dust, seeping into the Ancient Tomb, where the hidden treasure awaited further emergence. However, Long Yinghai's once pale face had turned ashen... Blood flowed from his seven orifices, sizzling and steaming.

This might be the first time a member of the Dragon Tomb Ancient Race was killed outside.

No matter how few members they had, the Dragon Tomb Ancient Race was the fewest, yet their overall power was also the strongest, which meant they fiercely protected their own.

Even Elder Mo from the Celestial Sound Ancient Race was stunned on the spot.

He had shouted "seeking death," intending to suppress these arrogant Dragon Tomb Ancient people, but never expected to kill him...

But as the fight intensified, he had to use his ultimate move.

Yet he never thought this ultimate move would kill Long Yinghai?

Elder Mo's Adam's apple moved, his pupils contracted.

Suddenly, as if realizing something, he said sharply, "Just now, I sensed the aura of a sacrificial evil formation in this ancient tomb, Long Yinghai's behavior is strange, he must have already been enchanted by demons, that's why he attacked us!"

When he finished speaking, a wisp of ghostly light flew out from the token beside Long Yinghai, revealing the silhouette of a cold goddess.

Elder Mo hurriedly grabbed the token, from which also flew out an old man.

The old man and the goddess confronted each other.

The goddess gazed at the old man, coldly.

The old man also looked at the goddess.

The atmosphere was tense.

The goddess said coldly, "Whether enchanted by demons is not for you to decide, you've killed my clan member, you must bear this cause and effect."

The old man cupped his hands and said, "Dragon Patriarch, don't be hasty, let this old man investigate clearly, how about that?"

The goddess said, "Clan members protect each other, how do you investigate? It's just a matter of killing to pay with life."

With that, she raised her hand and a finger's cold light transformed into a terrifying long sword pointing at Elder Mo.

The old man spun his hands, a giant clock appeared in the air.

Boom!!!

Elder Mo was directly blown away, the surrounding spectators were also blown away.

However, after the two struck, both dissipated.

But the outcome between them was instantly decided.

The old man was coughing as he retreated, while the dragon goddess retreated without a change in expression.

Clap!

Elder Mo propped himself up, looking fearfully into the distance.

Among the Night King Ancient Race, a member turned over and landed on the ground, searching in the ancient tomb, found a smashed jade pendant, holding it and muttering, "This is the pendant Elder Congfeng carried with him, if the pendant is here, he is here, if the pendant is gone, he is gone..."

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The Empress Dowager felt like she was about to die, her hands grasped the edge of the petal bath barrel, feeling the undulating water surface...

After a long time, she softly leaned into Song Yan's embrace.

The next morning, Song Yan got up refreshed, placed a bottle of elixir by the Empress Dowager's pillow, and then left the room.

Outside the door, Tang Yi had been waiting for a long time.

"Uncle, Long Yinghai... is dead... The ancient tomb over there is afraid to be in chaos."

Song Yan twisted his neck comfortably, gazing into the distance and said, "Then let's set off."

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A little over half a month later.

In front of the ancient tomb, it had already turned into a melee.

The so-called "when will the cycle of vengeance end," Elder Mo killed Long Yinghai, while Long Yinghai also killed Ye Congfeng, coupled with the allure of treasure, it had truly become a slaughter fest.

The Night King Ancient Race had limited heritage, and now an elder of the Late Stage of Purple Mansion had arrived; the Celestial Sound Ancient Race and Black Wood Ancient Race were far away, for the moment only Elder Mo and another Late Stage of Purple Mansion were present; the White Rainbow Ancient Race had a Middle Stage of Purple Mansion.

But the Dragon Tomb Ancient Race had a Divine Infant Early Stage elder who arrived.

This Divine Infant Early Stage elder of the Dragon Tomb named Long Gongrong was even more powerful, and at this moment he was pressing the four races' four Purple Mansen down fiercely.

The Four Races' Four Purple Mansion were red-eyed now, each summoning their own ancestor, however... the clan leader of the Night King Ancient Race, Ye Wuzheng, was directly blown away by Long Gongrong's punch.

The White Rainbow Ancient Race and Mountain and Sea Demon Race were the closest and suffered the heaviest losses, unable to summon any significant ancestors, and after much effort managed to summon a Middle Stage of Divine Infant, only to be directly blocked by Long Gongrong.

As for the Black Wood Ancient Race and Celestial Sound Ancient Race, they were directly repelled by the dragon goddess summoned by Long Gongrong.

At this point, the battle had reached a white-hot stage.

Long Gongrong snorted coldly, "Is that all your means? Then let it end. After this battle, nothing else is needed, that Elder Mo must die today. Let the other races admit their mistakes, and we'll call it the end."

The Purple Mansion expert of the Night King Ancient Race looked at him angrily and said, "Abusing your power, isn't it just that your heritage is deeper?"

The Purple Mansion expert of the Black Wood Ancient Race snorted coldly, "What heritage? It's just because you first entered the ancient tomb and dug out such a treasure that can enhance comprehension! Hiding it from everyone, to monopolize the opportunity, that's why you're strong."

Elder Mo said sharply, "Want the Four Races to admit fault, impossible!!"

Long Gongrong's eyes were icy, and he said faintly, "Stubborn, don't be so impulsive in your next life."

With that, he waved his palm, and his lifebound secret treasure, which had already taken solid form, suddenly hovered, stirring the storm, and pressed down heavily.

The four races' Purple Mansion each used secret techniques to counter, but as time passed, each spat blood, seemingly nearing defeat.

And at this moment, in the distant sky appeared a demon bird flying palanquin, escorted by a group of cultivators.

The luxurious palanquin's curtain flapped in the wind, and a figure flew out.

Raising a hand, all the Profound Qi in the four corners of the world was stripped away.

The stake appeared, the Hundred Forms Life and Death Stake fell from the sky.

With a hand pressed on the stake, Song Yan took another step forward.

Boom!!

The stake fell, directly pressing down on Long Gongrong's lifebound flute secret treasure.

In an instant, the situation reversed, and the one struggling to support was unexpectedly Long Gongrong!

Song Yan glanced at the Purple Mansions of the Four Races and said, "Fellow Daoists, are you alright?"

The Purple Mansion experts of the Four Races witnessed this terrifying scene, and all bowed respectfully, saying, "Greetings, Formless Celestial Venerable."

Song Yan smiled and said, "It's just an empty title, don't take it seriously. But all of you, what... happened? Why so miserable?"

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