I picked up the scattered attributes

The will of the Ancestral Dragon snorted, but did not refute.

"If we run away now, we might be able to escape for a while and have some fun, but in the end, we will definitely be doomed."

Everyone's hearts sank slightly.

At that moment, Feng Xia's smile reached its peak: "But if we look at it from another angle, if we don't run, then what's in front of us is just an ordinary god."

Aside from a series of strange and troublesome characteristics, the Lord of Gray Mist is merely a god-level being in terms of cultivation and magical power.

The God Lord is indeed powerful, but this group of people may well be capable of putting up a fight!

"Brother Xia, what do you mean—"

Lu Tiancheng's breathing became rapid instantly.

Under everyone's gaze, Feng Xia smiled and raised his hand, making a sharp slash across his neck.

"kill him."

Everyone felt a chill run down their spines.

Such an audacious idea could probably only be conceived by Feng Xia, and such a shocking statement could only be uttered by Feng Xia!

"Kid, even if that guy's magical power is only equivalent to the God Lord realm, his near-immortality and the power to corrupt people's hearts, do you think you can handle him?"

The usually silent Zu Long suddenly spoke up: "In fact, these two powers are what make Him most terrifying."

Feng Xia smiled and said, "I understand."

Zu Long said in a deep voice, "Since you understand, do you still intend to make a move?"

“There are always things a person has to do in their life,” Feng Xia replied, word by word.

Zu Long stared into his eyes for a long time, then suddenly roared in a deep voice: "Boy, I can lend you a hand, but one day you must return to the burial ground and truly revive me!"

"Dare you disobey?"

Feng Xia laughed heartily, looking at everyone: "Gentlemen, are you willing to fight side by side again?"

Everyone shouted in unison, "Dare we disobey?"

The figure, formed from the gray mist, seemed to be touring a magnificent landscape as it passed through layer after layer of the Origin Pavilion.

He saw the corpse of the Nether Emperor and the remains of the Supreme Demon Dragon Emperor, but even the remains of these two great emperors did not cause him much of a stir.

Finally, He arrived at the eighth floor of the Origin Pavilion.

In the bright and clean study, the sunlight streamed in, illuminating the room with a clear and bright glow.

However, it could not illuminate the figure formed by the gray mist.

He remains like a shadow, gathering the dark side of everyone's heart, and even the most blazing sun cannot illuminate His form!

He is the Lord of the Gray Mist, Answer One.

He is not human.

"It's really here!"

Only when he saw that painting did the Lord of the Gray Mist's voice carry a hint of surprise.

"Heh heh, the largest fragment of the Imperial Court has indeed been sealed here!"

The King of Burial Gods is one of the elders of the divine kingdom. If anyone suspects that his identity is questionable, it is almost impossible for them to suspect him.

Facts have proved this.

Until the turmoil occurred, the King of Burial Gods was never suspected, and He knew all the secrets of the Origin Pavilion.

"Hehe, although the sudden fall of the King of Burial Gods disrupted my plans, what I have no shortage of is patience."

The Lord of Gray Mist's gaze remained fixed on the painting.

His steps moved slowly, pacing around the painting, watching the starry river in the painting constantly change into various shapes.

"Time is a problem only for you wretched, born-after-life beings, and it has never been our problem."

The Lord of the Gray Mist chuckled hoarsely: "Where has the once-prosperous divine kingdom gone now?"

“Back then, we slaughtered the innate gods, but in the end, the innate gods still exist, while you have turned to dust.”

"The secrets you painstakingly concealed, the largest fragment of the Imperial Court, the ancestral land from which the divine kingdom originated... haven't they still fallen into my hands?"

He suddenly stopped and went to the windowsill on the eighth floor, spreading his arms as if embracing a bright future.

"Now that things have come to this, who among you is left?"

"Who else can stop me? Who can stop our actions?"

"Is it your great Emperor? Or that Imperial Advisor Xiao Weiming? If they were still alive and capable, they could certainly stop me—"

Boom——! !

Just then, the void of the eighth floor of the Origin Pavilion was torn open, and a ferocious dragon-headed behemoth sailed into the eighth floor, crushing over the figure of the Lord of Gray Mist!

The space on the eighth floor of the Origin Pavilion instantly disintegrated, collapsing like shattered glazed tiles, crashing down continuously!

Caught off guard, the figure formed from the gray mist was directly shattered by the impact.

"Ying Daoyi, come out and face your death!"

On the bow of the dragon boat, a murderous figure roared angrily.

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Chapter 0982

Compared to the previous seven floors, the eighth floor of the Origin Pavilion is not very spacious.

If it weren't for the presence of the two great imperial corpses and the Hun Tian Diagram that seals the imperial court, anyone who came here would think it was just an ordinary study.

When Feng Xia steered the dragon boat to force his way into the eighth floor, the dragon boat's enormous size, comparable to a nebula, instantly shattered the space of the eighth floor.

This collision was something Feng Xia had been planning for a long time, and he went all out!

Boom——

With a deafening roar, the gray mist figure exploded on the spot.

From all directions, spatial turbulence surged in, annihilating the wisps of dissipating gray mist!

"Ying Daoyi, come out and face your death!"

On the bow of the dragon boat, Feng Xia's eyes widened in anger, and his third eye between his brows opened, illuminating the shattered space.

After a long while, he finally frowned slightly: "Gone?"

The space was chaotic and intertwined, but it couldn't block Feng Xia's perception.

But when he scanned every inch of space, he could not find any trace of the Lord of Gray Mist!

"Gone?"

The others on the dragon boat then used their senses to search, but ultimately found nothing.

Amidst the vast turbulent spatial currents, only the two imperial corpses remained as stable as Mount Tai.

Besides these, only the scroll that sealed the Xuan Yuan World emitted a faint light, floating and sinking like a reef that stood firm in the raging waves.

Chang Xi, being the most outspoken, blurted out without hesitation, "Xia Lang, did you hit it too hard and knock it away?"

Lu Tiancheng nodded thoughtfully.

"Although the dragon boat collision wasn't personally orchestrated by the Ancestral Dragon, it was still no small matter. Could it be that Brother Xia's powerful ramming might have sent the Lord of Gray Mist to his Dao?"

"If the Lord of the Gray Mist is so easy to kill, how could He have lived from ancient times to this day?"

Feng Xia's breathing grew increasingly heavy.

His blood and qi were boiling and surging like lead and mercury being poured into a vessel, pushing his life's strength to an unprecedented peak.

Moreover, within Feng Xia's palms, countless powerful divine abilities lay dormant, shimmering with a deadly and magnificent hue, awaiting the moment of ultimate destruction!

However, all around remained silent.

"Could it really be that I... no!"

Feng Xia frowned, then was startled and shouted loudly, "Everyone, keep your minds focused and don't let them take advantage of you!"

"late."

With a loud laugh, wisps of gray mist began to rise from between everyone's eyes, ears, nose, and mouth!

Yu Hui, whose cultivation level was the weakest, immediately revealed a fierce glint in his eyes.

Even the twin moon goddesses had gray mist growing in their eyes, which drifted out and re-formed into a handsome figure.

"Your attacks are aimed at me—"

Boom——

The dragon boat traversed space in an instant, crushing the gray mist figure and shattering it a second time!

"Ying Daoyi, you talk too much nonsense."

Feng Xia sneered, raised his hand and grabbed a few blue lotuses from the void, which fell to the ground beneath the crowd.