The ancient desert was long.

A white aura pierced through the dome like an arrow.

The yellow sand that filled the sky turned into a violent dust storm, blotting out the sky and blotting out the sun!

This aura had torn everything apart. Wherever it pa.s.sed, s.p.a.ce itself shattered, revealing the raging primal chaos that followed!

Many feathered war weapon, also shattered into countless pieces in front of this aura.

"Boom!"

After which, this aura didn't stop and shot towards Fairy Violet Cloud and the others.

"No, that's impossible. How can he be this powerful?"

"Where did this person come from?"

"No, I haven't even stepped into the Saint realm, how can I die!"

The faces of many of the Ascension Realm's experts turned pale as they screamed in fear.

Even though they were the most powerful people in the Desolate World, they were actually unable to withstand this person's casual breath!

Even if dozens of them were to join hands, it would be of no use!

"AHH!"

Amidst the mournful wails.

Many of the Venerable Yu Hua s were crushed into b.l.o.o.d.y foam the moment they came into contact with the breath, dead as they were.

Mo Yi saw with his own eyes that his greatest enemies, the old thief Yin Zhen, the s.l.u.t Zi Yun and the old witch Jiu Ming, had all died tragically.

Dozens of feathers had all fallen!

"Bam!"

Even after killing many of the Ascension Sect's disciples, the sliver of breath still fell into the vast desert.

Yellow sand swirled up into the air, and a vast desert filled the air. As the breath of air fell down, it directly shredded the sandstorm that filled the sky.

In the Western Desert, a ravine spread out for tens of thousands of miles in every direction. A ravine!

It was like a strike from a G.o.d, slicing the Western Desert in half!

A single breath of air could tear the sky and split the earth!

"Ha, ha …"

Looking at the miraculous scene, Mo Yi's entire body was covered in mud, only his mouth was twitching unconsciously.

He opened his mouth, but was unable to say anything for a long time!

When he first met the black-haired man, he already knew that the black-haired man might be very powerful, but he didn't expect him to be this powerful.

Killing Venerable Yu Hua was like killing a chicken!

I'm afraid that even the sage power is not even one billionth of the man.

Ancient Saint?

Or, quasi Emperor?

Mo Yi used his shallow knowledge to continuously guess.

He had once heard of the Ten Thousand Arts Saint's teachings about the division of Sage Realm.

Above the Saints were Ancient Saints and quasi Emperors. They were countless times stronger than ordinary sage power s!

As for the higher realms, Saint AllG.o.d had never mentioned them.

"Just a few stinky bugs, how dare they enter his seclusion!"

It's not worth dying for! "

After the black-haired man finished doing this, he let out a foul air, as if he had done something insignificant.

The black haired man did not even move!

To him, trampling dozens of Feathered Sect disciples to death was as easy as trampling dozens of stinky insects to death. It was as effortless as blowing away a speck of dust!

"Shua!"

When the black haired man's gaze fell on him, Mo Yi's heart turned cold, as if he had fallen into an endless abyss.

"Senior, I, Mo Yi, am here to thank you for your kindness, brat …"

Mo Yi quivered, and immediately forced himself to bow, as he said his thanks.

But before he finished speaking, the man had already turned his gaze away, not caring about Mo Yi at all.

Mo Yi's mouth revealed a bitter smile, this senior did not seem to like him, but he did not dare have any complaints.

"Kid, thank you for your kindness. Kid will take his leave now!"

Mo Yi was helpless and bowed again.

However, when he stood up, he suddenly felt a faint wave of spatial energy vibrating in the air.

"Buzz!"

s.p.a.ce split apart, creating an enormous tunnel.

Behind the tunnel, a figure slowly approached.

He held the Immortal Furnace in his hand, his silver hair draped over his shoulders.