656: Playing really big

Shen Bei traveled light, running wildly, afraid that the black tower might collapse at any moment.

Rushing out of the tower gate, Shen Bei looked up and saw that in the distance, the two bastards still hadn't finished their battle…

However, at this moment, the abnormal phenomena and the scope of the impact were significantly weaker by more than half, indicating that their power had greatly diminished.

Shen Bei ran wildly, heading towards the edge of the Dao Palace.

The black tower was severely damaged and falling, and the Dao Palace itself also vibrated from time to time.

"Rumble…"

The vibrations of the Dao Palace intensified. Shen Bei could even feel that the Dao Palace, suspended in mid-air, was slowly sinking.

Sliding down the chains towards the ground…

At this moment, he saw that the floating mountain supporting the Dao Palace was enveloped in a layer of green light.

That was the halo emanating from a emerald green mountain Magic Treasure directly below it.

Yan Jingchang, with a solemn expression, sat cross-legged beneath it, constantly forming hand seals to control the mountain Magic Treasure.

Shen Bei's eyes widened, and he secretly clicked his tongue.

So the fall of the Dao Palace had nothing to do with the fight between those two bastards…

It was Yan Jingchang who was behind it.

This guy even said he was using the Qi of this place to nurture the Magic Treasure's spirituality.

He really didn't bat an eye when lying. He even thought he was an honest person.

It turned out he was preparing to let his Magic Treasure swallow this entire floating island in one go.

What blessed land nurturing spirituality…

Wouldn't it be better to directly refine the blessed land into the Magic Treasure?

This guy's intentions are truly deep…

"Brother Green Light, it's not safe here anymore. You should speed up!" After yelling, Shen Bei didn't care if Yan Jingchang heard him or not. After landing, he turned and fled.

He returned the way he came, crossing the black mud swamp.

Shen Bei turned and ran towards the Withered Forest.

Meanwhile, on the other battlefield.

Wu Bi'an was no longer able to maintain his true form and had transformed into a human. He had a large hole in his chest, his legs were gone, and his right arm was also missing.

Moreover, the hair on his right side was gone, and a layer of his scalp had been torn off, revealing his purple gold skull.

The Burial Sea Secret Lord didn't look much better. All nine Demon Dragons had disappeared, his throne had shattered, both his arms and shoulders were gone, more than half of his left lung in his chest cavity had vanished, and his heart, which had stopped beating, was exposed.

The Aura of both had long since lost its initial appearance, weakened to resemble two moving corpses.

The Burial Sea Secret Lord landed on the ground, laughing up at the sky. The power remaining in his body from when he was alive completely dissipated, after which a soaring Death Qi erupted from his seven orifices, transforming into rolling black smoke that shot up into the sky.

His laughter abruptly stopped, his face still bearing that crazed and twisted expression of wild laughter, utterly silent.

And Wu Bi'an, who had lost his lower body, also seemed to have exhausted his strength. He fell to the ground, propping himself up with his arms, looking at the Burial Sea Secret Lord's corpse with an ever-changing expression.

Sometimes resentful, sometimes relieved, sometimes bewildered, sometimes regretful…

A close friend in life, a mortal enemy in life, and even after death, a person who continued to scheme against him.

Looking back, whether as a friend or an enemy, the Burial Sea Secret Lord was the only one in this world who truly understood him.

Now he was just gone, utterly dead, and even before dying, he had to scheme against him one last time, the cruelest one.

But for some reason, Wu Bi'an felt an emptiness in his heart. There was no joy of having completely defeated his archenemy; instead, there was a hint of annoyance.

He opened his mouth and a purple light shot out, striking the Burial Sea Secret Lord's chest.

The purple light pierced through, leaving a bowl-sized hole in the Burial Sea Secret Lord's chest. His corpse, which had remained upright even in death, slowly fell.

Wu Bi'an rushed to the corpse, gritting his teeth and growling in a low voice.

"Laugh! Keep laughing! Why aren't you laughing? Why are you completely dead? Laugh!"

The low growl slowly turned into a roar.

"Burial Sea, you finally died before me. Didn't you want me to suffer a fate worse than death? I refuse to grant your wish. You died before me, so I win. In the end, I still won…"

The roar slowly became subdued. Wu Bi'an's half-body slumped beside the Burial Sea Secret Lord's tattered corpse, his eyes vacant as he stared at the sky, motionless for a long time.

Meanwhile, on the other side, the sky and earth were on the verge of collapsing.

The floating island, wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, which supported the Dao Palace, suddenly disappeared as a wisp of green light converged.

The entire floating island was swallowed by Yan Jingchang's Magic Treasure. Below the original emerald green mountain peak, a new floating island appeared, and the Magic Treasure's power surged, as did its spirituality.

With an entire blessed land incorporated into the Magic Treasure, its grade didn't increase much, but its quality soared, and its potential exploded.

Yan Jingchang was satisfied and hurried away…

And having lost its support, the Dao Palace, suspended in mid-air, plummeted from the sky to the earth. Its massive size, extending for nearly a hundred li, caused the entire barrier to tremble wildly upon impact.

The fall of the Dao Palace was the final straw that led to the complete collapse of the barrier.

Where the Dao Palace fell, the earth immediately sank three hundred meters deep, and massive cracks, like spreading tentacles, radiated in all directions. In just a quarter of an hour, they extended for over a thousand li.

The already shattered sky seemed to be affected as well, and the rate of its fragmentation suddenly accelerated.

At this point, the two Conferred Dao Lords who could influence this barrier had both become corpses, and everyone else was even more powerless.

Inside the Dao Palace, figures rushed out one after another.

Little Devil Buddha clasped his hands together, taking ten-meter strides, his speed incredibly fast. Behind him, a black Buddha phantom manifested. The Buddha Void held thick chains in his hands, the other ends of which were wrapped around the damaged upper half of the black tower.

The black tower, from the third to the eighth floor, had already been heavily damaged when Shen Bei left. Later, it was further affected by the power of the two bastards' battle, forcibly breaking apart, with the middle sections directly shattered.

The highest floor of the black tower was inscribed with the first volume of the Burial Sea Secret Canon, like a precious tome that could carry scriptures.

However, the first volume of the Burial Sea Secret Canon had long been lost. Even if Little Devil Buddha had observed the first volume, he had no ability to teach it to anyone. He could only bring back the tower wall inscribed with the first volume of the Secret Canon…

But he couldn't dismantle the tower wall, nor could he refine it in a short time, or even put it away. He could only use a clumsy method, forcibly dragging it back.

Little Devil Buddha ran incredibly fast…

Not long after he left, a single-person wooden boat drifted out from the swirling dust.

The divine wood boat emitted a soft glow, carrying the boat three meters above the ground, moving swiftly.

Duan Kong stood on the wooden boat, forming hand seals, his complexion slightly abnormally flushed.

Behind the wooden boat, black chains were pulled, and behind the chains, the broken black tower was being pulled.

Only the lowest level of the black tower remained intact. Inside were large tracts of farmland, and the contents, just the jade rice alone, could yield a huge profit.

He risked coming in, but in the end, he didn't gain much. He was unwilling.

Little Devil Buddha took the spire, so he would drag away the only remaining lowest level.

Behind Duan Kong, the dusty Sect Leader Ding Dong and Ding Sanmou followed closely.

Both their faces, however, carried a trace of barely concealed excitement.

After all this effort, they finally had some harvest…