I open a farm in the world of cultivation

Gui Minghe's fingertips trembled slightly, and cold sweat trickled down his forehead. Although he had studied Wang Hao's information jade scroll, it was only when he truly faced this rumored sharp sword that he realized the inadequacy of book knowledge.

The way of the sword cultivator emphasized unwavering resolve once the sword was drawn. The sharp aura that tore through the void could directly pierce the divine soul even through the Five Elements Sword Qi.

"Concentrate!" he roared, and the Purple Sun Dharma Idol behind his head suddenly rose. The Netherworld Poison Fire writhed like a living thing, and the sword Qi emitted a sizzling wail wherever it passed.

This was his natal divine ability, forged from a millennium of toad venom, capable of corroding even the protective罡qi of a Mahayana cultivator.

The Five Elements Sword trembled in the sea of fire, its light flickering, like a green luan trapped in a spider web.

Wang Hao's brow furrowed slightly. This old turtle had actually cultivated the way of poison to the point of Dharma Idol manifestation.

After all, he was just an incarnation, and he didn't carry treasures like the Bloodthirsty Sword, only the Five Elements Sword by his side.

Seeing the Five Elements Sword's light gradually weakening, he suddenly formed a hand seal, and thunderclouds surged above the nine heavens.

Gui Minghe was about to press his attack when he saw a cold smile appear on his opponent's lips.

"Yin and Yang Reversal, Five Elements Transformation!" A thunderclap suddenly exploded!

A pillar of lightning entwined with the aura of chaos pierced through heaven and earth. Gui Minghe's protective罡qi melted like spring snow, and spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the surface of the Purple Sun Dharma Idol.

He staggered backward, a fishy sweetness churning in his throat—the meridians within his body were disintegrating inch by inch in the lightning, and even his natal turtle shell emitted a cracking sound, unable to bear the burden.

With Gui Minghe besieged by the Ancient Demon and Wang Hao, his fate was already sealed.

Wang Hao casually swept out a rainbow of sword Qi, forcing the other three Pseudo-Gods back a hundred zhang.

Catching a glimpse of Ouyang Qingzhu's dazed expression, he shook off the blood droplets from the tip of his sword and said in a deep voice:

"Let's go. It's over. Let's find a place to hide and wait for the chaos in the Ancient God Realm!"

Wang Hao wouldn't participate too much after dealing with the matter, and he wouldn't help the Ancient Demon either.

Gui Minghe could guess his identity, and others might also be able to guess it, so it was better for him to be as low-key as possible.

"Yes," Ouyang Qingzhu was already so shocked by Wang Hao that she couldn't add anything, so she immediately led Wang Hao to a secret place.

The Ancient Demons wouldn't let these people go, and they would eventually die.

Soon after the Black Luo God Kingdom's God Son and Pseudo-Gods were killed, the statues of them enshrined in the temples dissipated their spiritual light and then shattered, and the temples became mottled and dilapidated!

Their believers, especially the divine attendants, felt a void in their hearts, as if the most important thing had been taken away, especially those who were particularly devout, instantly died.

Whether it was a divine attendant or a believer, the source of their power was the "God" they worshiped. When the God died, the power they gained also disappeared.

Divine power made them immortal, but it would also make them perish. The higher their strength and status, the harder it was to escape death.

This situation was not uncommon in the Ancient God Realm. During the last Void War, nearly half of the God race cultivators in the entire Ancient God Realm fell.

Most of them did not die in the void, but were implicated by the fallen.

It was precisely for this reason that the Ancient God Realm suffered the greatest losses and its strength declined the most.

The Black Luo God Kingdom suffered a fatal blow. Almost all of the high-level and mid-level members were killed or injured, and most of the lowest-level Gods were killed or injured.

For example, the Dark Sun Pseudo-God. He had sent support as quickly as possible, but unfortunately, he was still one step late!

The fall of a country's high-level members and five Pseudo-Gods at once left him a little stunned.

The Black Luo God Son and others were not his subordinates, but existences of the same level as him, all worshiping the Zuo Guang True God. Their death meant that the greatest loss was to the Zuo Guang True God.

The Dark Sun Pseudo-God's head ached just thinking about it. The news couldn't be concealed, and even if he was deeply trusted by the Zuo Guang Pseudo-God, he would not be able to escape punishment.

He had to find a way to remedy the situation.

Therefore, while reporting the situation to the Zuo Guang True God through secret methods, he summoned capable subordinates to prepare to capture the two escaped Ancient Demons and quell the rebellion!

What he feared was that the situation would collapse even further. The escaped Ancient Demons would cause a chain reaction. He could no longer handle this matter and had to request support.

Before support arrived, he could only try to maintain the situation as much as possible and prevent it from continuing to collapse.

It was best to find out the whereabouts of the two Ancient Demons to prevent more Ancient Demons from escaping!

He didn't know how the Black Luo God Son and others had fallen, so he could only blame it on the Ancient Demons.

After all, the Ancient Demons once dominated the Ancient God Realm and were notorious. It was not impossible for them to break free from the seal!

However, no matter how hard the Dark Sun Pseudo-God tried, the situation still inevitably collapsed.

The Zuo Guang True God seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep and had not responded at all.

The Dark Sun Pseudo-God couldn't command the power of the entire Ancient God Realm. Infighting existed everywhere, and the Ancient God Realm was no exception. Some people had long been dissatisfied with the Dark Sun Pseudo-God and deliberately dragged their feet.

As a result, half a year later, the chaos had spread to the largest God Kingdom in the Ancient God Realm, the Zuo Guang God Kingdom.

Wang Hao, who had been lurking all along, also planned to take action.

He quietly came to the vicinity of the Zuo Guang City's temple, preparing to sneak into it.

In order to hunt down the Ancient Demons and suppress the rebellions in various places, there were now few Pseudo-God level experts in Zuo Guang City. The only thing Wang Hao had to be careful of were those True Gods, the Immortals.

Judging from the information, the Zuo Guang True God and the Qing Yuan True God who had been invited might be planning something big, and it was not a good time to take action now. Or, they might have fallen into a deep sleep, otherwise, they would not have allowed the Ancient God Realm to be so chaotic.

Now was Wang Hao's best chance to take action. If he waited any longer, the high-level members of the Ancient God Realm might reach a compromise and quell the chaos.

Overall, the strength of the freed Ancient Demons was still inferior to that of the God race, but the God race was not united enough.

But they would never allow the chaos to continue, and mutual compromise was certain, and it wouldn't take too long.

The Zuo Guang Temple was the largest temple in the Ancient God Realm and had extremely strong protective arrays.

However, now that there were no great powers with Pseudo-God level strength presiding over it, it was just an empty shell and could not exert its due power.

Wang Hao had studied it for half a year. Although he couldn't sneak in silently, it wasn't difficult to break it!

Moreover, Zuo Guang City was now empty, and he didn't need to be so careful anymore.

He casually struck out with a blow. A fist as big as a hill slammed out fiercely, easily smashing a big hole in the light curtain.

There was more than one layer of protection. Wang Hao smashed all the way through, and the protective arrays and restrictions that had guarded the temple for millions of years shattered one after another.

The Ancient God Realm cultivators were not good at formations. These formations were just for show, and they had existed for millions of years, so they could be said to be old and dilapidated and vulnerable to a single blow.

Now, presiding over the great array was a group of Integration Stage cultivators, who were violently shaken back by Wang Hao and spat out blood, instantly losing their lives.

Even the tall city walls outside the temple collapsed and turned into countless falling rubble!

The defending troops on the city walls also suffered heavy casualties and lost their power to resist!

After destroying the defensive formations and restrictions outside the temple, Wang Hao continued forward.

At the very core of the temple, a dazzling spiritual light lit up, covering it with a screen of arrays.

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