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Chapter 109 Ending (please vote)

"No, those big shots were defeated. It's impossible for us little guys to fight against an ancient religion. If we stay here any longer, we will definitely die!"

"That divine rain..."

"Don't worry about the creation of the gods. Your life is gone. How can you enjoy it? Run away!"

On the contrary, the expressions of other creatures changed drastically, and they all turned pale with panic. They saw that the situation was over and something bad was going on.

"Run away!"

When the tree fell and the hozens scattered, those people immediately turned around and fled, swarming towards the mountain gate.

"Anyone who offends me at Butian Pavilion will be repaid with blood. Now that all the venerables have fallen, it will be your turn!"

From below, a cold shout came out, and the Pavilion Master took action himself, turning into a ball of light and flying towards it. Thunder and lightning intertwined with each other when he raised his hand, and the electricity scorched a terrifying silver dragon, which opened the prelude to the counterattack.

Butian Pavilion responded immediately. The elders in the pavilion followed the pavilion master and led some disciples with strong cultivation to fight out.

But now this time they are not fighting out of the encirclement, but killing the invading enemies.

"If you offend me at Butian Pavilion, you will be killed without mercy!"

Shi Hao shouted loudly, with a tyrannical look on his face. He took a step forward and rushed into the invading enemy group like he was breaking through the wind and waves.

"Yu Feng, you traitor, you must die!"

Shi Hao raised and lowered his sword without giving the opponent any chance.

puff!
puff!
……

For a time, many creatures around were shocked, no longer ferocious, some only had fear, and retreated in panic.

They came to bathe in the divine rain, not to die.

Many creatures regretted it in their hearts, but they didn't know whether they regretted coming here or regretted escaping too slowly.

Shi Hao didn't stop at all, and pieces of corpses fell wherever he passed.

"A bunch of beasts are bullying me. There is no one in Butian Pavilion. The Fire Rhinoceros Tribe is here to help!"

"If you bully me too much at Butian Pavilion, I will repay you with blood. Marquis Lingwei is here to protect my pure land!"

"Qishan Patriarch has arrived, protect my pure land!"

"Those who offend me at Butian Pavilion will be killed without mercy."

"The leader of the Qishan clan is here. Anyone who invades our pure land will be killed without mercy!"

At the same time, the outside world shouted to kill Zhentian, and no one knew how many Butian Pavilion disciples came from all directions.

They were covered in blood, coming from a bloody battle from afar.

Many disciples and elders of Butian Pavilion roared one after another, their expressions full of excitement, and endless runes exploded, turning into long rivers of runes and blasting towards the invading enemies.

The original destructive power of Butian Pavilion disappeared immediately. The ancient fierce dragon and the gray-haired old man quickly took action to bring order to the chaos and killed all the big clans who came to invade Butian Pavilion.

War King, Lei Zu Muyan, Mr. Liu, and the Master of Butian Pavilion were all overjoyed,

The morale of the returning disciples increased greatly. They cooperated with the ancient fierce dragon to counterattack and killed most of the people from the Xiling Beast Mountain, the Ancient Sacred Mountain, the four major clans, the Yu clan and other forces.

The crowd chased him for thousands of miles before they stopped chasing and quickly returned because the sacrificial spirit was about to die and the divine rain was about to appear.

In the sky, endless light rain falls, the divine vine is about to disappear, and the whole body burns, turning into a gorgeous divine rain.

A sigh came from the sacrificial spirit, saying: "Goodbye, I can no longer protect you."

"Lord Sacrificial Spirit!"

All the disciples gathered in the square and couldn't help crying. Its life was about to come to an end and it would return to the earth and become soil.

"Butian Pavilion is still there, fortunately!" Ji Ling sighed.

"When a person is about to die, his body will die with him. If I don't leave it behind, the descendants will have a shadow. Thousands of years later, there may be a similar vine, but it will no longer be me!"

Its words are like rolling thunder from the sky, changing the color of the wind and clouds, and falling into the hearts of everyone in the sky and on the earth!

The old man with disheveled hair and empty eyes said to the sacrificial spirit: "You fulfilled your promise to me and protected the pure land until you grew old and died in battle." "I'm leaving..."

When the last three words were heard, the dry vines and yellow leaves of the memorial ceremony were completely burned into ashes, flying in the air.

The raindrops are falling, extremely sacred, crystal clear, like petals flying one after another, as if they are tainted with the breath of the gods. This is a great opportunity.

Large areas of light rain fell on the earth and sprinkled into the water. A layer of green buds grew in the soil at a speed visible to the naked eye, full of vitality.

It grows old and dies here, returning to the earth. It was born from that ancient courtyard and dies from here.

"Congratulations to Lord Jiling!"

The endless rain of light danced, and many people looked up to the sky and shed tears, opened their arms, silently breathed out, and performed baptism. This was the rain of the gods, the last gift given by the sacrificial spirits to Butian Pavilion.

"Send the sacrificial spirit to heaven!"

The Pavilion Master shouted with sadness.

"Send the sacrificial spirit to heaven!"

"Send the sacrificial spirit to heaven!"

"Send the sacrificial spirit to heaven!"

The disciples of Butian Pavilion knelt down one after another, feeling sad.

"Lord Sacrificial Spirit!"

Everyone in Butian Pavilion shouted and mourned greatly. The sacrificial spirit that had protected them all their lives came to the end of their lives, until they grew old and died in battle.

In the pure land, all the disciples screamed in mourning.

The sacrifices to the spirits have given them so much, resolving misfortune and conquering the ancient times, but now the divine fire has been extinguished, and it has ended sadly.

Xia Youyu shed tears on her pretty face, looked sad, and threw herself into Shi Xuan's arms, saying: "The pure land was destroyed and the disciples died tragically. Such a disaster is not pleasant at all. I hope it will never happen again in the future."

Shi Xuan patted Xianrou's back and said comfortingly: "Although we lost many of our sect members in this battle, it has established the prestige of our Butian Pavilion. In the future, few forces will dare to attack our Butian Pavilion."

War is inherently cruel and it is impossible not to kill people.

At this point, the setting sun slanted down, dispelling the darkness, and the red glow was brilliant, giving the surviving Butian Pavilion disciples a feeling of surviving after a disaster.

It's a pity that Butian Pavilion is still mostly destroyed. It was too chaotic just now. Many people broke into Butian Pavilion to seek benefits, digging three feet into the ground and destroying everywhere, hoping to find treasures.

There are many people who have no grievances and are not here for killing at all. The purpose is to scrape the treasures left in Butian Pavilion.

Butian Pavilion was almost destroyed, but the ending was unexpected, causing an uproar and shocking everyone.

This is a major event with extremely far-reaching impact, and the entire wilderness world is shaken by it.

"What a terrible battle. The nine great venerables, Dzogchen, and a supreme god, splattered the sky with blood, and fell in Butian Pavilion. Is this a sign of chaos in the world? Maybe that day is not far away!"

"It's hard to imagine that an ancient religion like Butian Pavilion would be attacked by the crowd and almost destroyed. Sure enough, no matter how glorious the inheritance is, it will decline and come to an end one day!"

Is chaos coming?Whether it is the human race or other living beings, all the great forces that have inherited a long history are deeply uneasy.

"However, Butian Pavilion is known as a pure land, and it was not wiped out in the most terrifying era of the saints' struggle for hegemony. It was finally preserved."

"Dynasties change, all things reincarnate, and after decline, they are reborn from the ashes. In the same way, it can be foreseen that Butian Pavilion will one day stand tall on this vast land again after this battle."

Destruction and Rebirth!
"The most important thing is that Shi Xuan shocked everyone in one battle and established its supreme reputation. It is destined not to be messed with!"

"Shi Xuan's square-shaped painted halberd, what level of magic weapon is it? It's really shocking that even the ancient holy weapons collapsed!"

In the wild world, people are talking a lot.

In Butian Pavilion, light and rain fell one after another, continuing until late at night, and then stopped.

"You failed to steal the chicken, but you were pecked. Those murderous disciples of the powerful forces who vowed to destroy Butian Pavilion and bathe in the rain of gods never dreamed that the final fate would still fall on us."

The moonlight was bright, Shi Xuan stood on a cliff, the breeze blew his clothes around, and the night of Butian Pavilion was in front of his eyes.
"After this battle, Butian Pavilion is in ruins and waiting to be revitalized, and all the disciples,"

The walls of the valley collapsed, rumbling, and huge boulders were flying around, rushing into the sky. The valley was ruined, filled with smoke and dust, and looked like it was about to be destroyed!
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