All My Disciples Are Kings

The old man in white is the ancestor of the Ice Temple. During his lifetime, his realm reached the middle stage of the God Lord Realm.

 But now that there is only a ray of remnant soul left, the strength is naturally greatly reduced. What's more, each attack and defense requires the loss of a large amount of remnant soul power.

However, when you know you are outmatched.

Knowing that if he receives another blow, his soul will be shattered and he will be unable to enter reincarnation.

But as the ancestor of the Ice Temple, the old man in white founded the Ice Temple and devoted his whole life to the sect. Naturally, he couldn't bear to do nothing and watch the sect he built with his own hands disappear. Fall.

 As the ancestor of the Ice Temple, he had nothing to do.

 As a former sect leader, Mu Fusheng showed respect.

 The way to show respect is to use our current strength to defeat it with all our strength...

 I saw Mu Fusheng raising his palms above his head.

 In an instant, the five-color thunder dragons condensed again in the dark clouds! White soul fire appeared on Yilong Yiren's eyebrows at the same time.

However, Mu Fu’s survival did not stop there.

 Under the horrified eyes of Shen Funian and others.

Mu Fusheng actually took out one talisman after another and threw it high into the sky, covering the five-color thunder dragon's thunder body like a storm of talismans!

When the storm disappeared, the talismans stuck tightly to the five-color thunder dragon and turned into pieces of scales!

The thunder dragon that was originally condensed by thunder now has dragon scales, making it even more lifelike, like a real thunder dragon coming here.

 “There is a **** three feet above your head…”

Mu Fusheng looked at the ancestor in white and said solemnly: "This talisman is called the Three-Child God."

This is a killing talisman among the talisman arts.

 Only by mastering the five ancient divine thunders can the seals be carved into shape.

 Feel this destructive atmosphere.

The ancestor in white raised his head and sighed: "I didn't expect that after the war that cut off the inheritance, I could still see five kinds of ancient divine thunder, and they also appeared in one person at the same time."

“It seems that the morale of the mortal world has improved again.”

 Say it.

The ancestor in white raised his hands, and a breath of ice and snow silently condensed on his hands.

The seemingly peaceful aura of ice and snow, infused with the power of the remnant soul of the ancestor in white, turned into sharp-edged ice mirrors, one after another, covering the sky and the sun!

 This is the only thing that the ancestor in white can do now.

 Faced with this level of attack, there is no chance of a head-on confrontation.

certainly.

 Even if it is a defense, I am afraid it will be of no use...

Mu Fusheng's killing blow was too fierce.

I saw a thunder dragon wearing talisman scale armor, opening its mouth to roar, and its thunderous breath spurted out!

 The ice and snow in front melted instantly, and the space suddenly exploded!

  It seems to have opened a black hole avenue for it.

The scaled thunder dragon shuttled through this black hole avenue, charging down with a monstrous aura of destruction!

　　It hit the heavy ice mirror directly.

 The process was not as evenly matched as everyone thought.

 Some of them are just destructive and overwhelming!

 When it hit the ice ridge, its center collapsed instantly!

The sound of "clicking" indicates that the ice mirror has cracks that are overwhelmed.

In the desperate eyes of Shen Funian and everyone, the ice mirror was broken by the scaled thunder dragon, and the white-clothed ancestor was swallowed into the mouth by the thunder dragon as a matter of course.

The ancestor in white, who was among the thunder dragons, was under the crazy attack of the power of thunder, and his remaining soul quickly disappeared. However, his expression did not show any sadness and unwillingness. Instead, he looked at Mu Fusheng solemnly.

“The arrival of the Son of Destiny heralds the coming of another disaster in the mortal world. At that time, the mortal world will once again usher in a major reshuffle. I hope you can resist those outside the world and save the mortal world..."

 After saying these inexplicable words, the remnant soul of the ancestor in white also completely dissipated.

The disciples and elders at the top and bottom of the Ice Temple all looked sad.     Sorrow is for the death of the ancestor.

 The pain is for myself, because because of this series of things, their Ice Temple will completely cease to exist.

 Shen Funian's face looked gray and defeated.

 Originally, I was full of ambitions, thinking that I had considered all the possibilities, and the fate of Piaoxue Sect was completely in my own hands.

However, a Mu Fusheng was killed halfway!

Who could have thought of this?

 If Mu Fusheng did not exist, Shen Funian's plan would have been used.

　　It broke the Piaoxue Sect’s plan to unite the Glacier Valley and the Extreme Ice Prison.

 The Piaoxue Sect is bound to be defeated!

if…

Thinking of this, Shen Funian paused for a moment, then sighed: "It's a pity that there are no ifs, everything is fate."

With this sigh, Shen Funian's hair instantly turned pale.

 Sigh and grow old!

Piaoxue Sect Master looked at Shen Funian, his face did not show an expression of joy, but a little fear.

 As the leader of the Ice Temple, Shen Funian is undoubtedly a hero of his generation.

 There are no omissions.

 But the existence of Mu Fusheng was not taken into account.

 However, who can calculate this?

Hmm, if Mu Fusheng, Ye Qiubai and Fangqiong heard it.

I'm afraid I might blurt it out.

 Master meeting!

  No, it shouldn’t be said that it is calculated, it is always the worst result in this regard!

"I lost, our Ice Temple lost." Shen Funian, with his white hair flowing, looked at Mu Fusheng and said with a wry smile: "You can't let us high-ranking people go."

“But I still beg you to let the disciples from the Ice Temple leave.”

Mu Fusheng shook his head.

Even if it’s too cruel.

 But the monastic world is inherently cruel.

 If the roles were reversed, wouldn’t the other party do this?

 Chopping the grass without removing the root is a royal taboo!

Having said that, Mu Fusheng raised his hand, and the scale-armored thunder dragon that had not yet disappeared enveloped Shen Funian and the other three strong men in the half-step **** master realm. At the same time, the disciples and elders who went on the expedition were also attacked by the thunder dragon one after another. Devour.

 No one was spared…

When the owner of the Glacier Valley and the leader of the Extreme Ice Prison saw this scene, they also knew that they would not be spared.

 It cut off its own vitality and perished here.

The casual cultivators below saw this scene and all shook their heads and sighed.

it's over.

The extreme cold star field in the future will belong to the Piaoxue Sect.

 After doing all this, Mu Fusheng looked at the scattered cultivators leaving and could only sigh helplessly.ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novelenglish.net . Fɪre.net

He can't put a ban on all these tens of thousands of casual cultivators or kill them all, right?

I can only say that this hole card has become a bright card, and I have to prepare a few more hole cards...

 After Mu Fusheng returned to Ye Qiubai Fangqiong.

Fang Qiong wanted to speak but stopped.

Mu Fusheng smiled and said, "You want to ask me why I am so cruel?"

Fang Qiong hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Mu Fusheng smiled bitterly and said: "Environment will shape a person. I was born in the royal family. Although it doesn't seem like much, many ugly things will happen secretly. And being cold-blooded is a compulsory course for people in the royal family..."