The Most Powerful BOSS In the Heavens

  Chapter 614 Exhausting Ziyun Clan

  Old Sage Zihan was wearing a noble golden robe, with long dark purple hair hanging down to his feet. Although he looked very old, he was physically strong and majestic, exuding tremendous oppressive force.

   Layers of purple rays of light continued to cover behind him, occupying half of the sky, making him look like an ancient god.

  He stared at Ning Que's figure with a serious look on his face, although Ning Que looked like a mortal, not intimidating.

   But he didn't really think that Ning Que was a mortal, and it was impossible for a mortal to evolve such a terrifying chaotic storm with one breath.

   "His strength should surpass mine, and he is probably a saint king."

  Zihan Ancient Sage's eyes flickered, thinking so in his heart, but he was not afraid of Ning Que.

  Because this is the Ziyun Clan, there are many deep backgrounds of the Ziyun Clan here—not to mention that Ning Que is a saint king, even if Ning Que is a heavenly king, if he dares to act presumptuously in the Ziyun Clan, he can only be turned into ashes.

   "Your Excellency came to our Ziyun clan to fight and kill. Is it because you are brave and deceive us that there is no one in our Ziyun clan?"

   Zihan Ancient Sage said coldly, with a very strong tone.

  Ning Que laughed dumbly, took a step forward, appeared in the sky, grabbed Zikun who had only half of his body left with one hand, and grabbed Zikun with the other hand, and detained Zihao and Mo Feng who were "lingering".

   "No one to bully you? You think highly of yourself..." Ning Que said indifferently, and Zikun and the three of them instantly turned into ashes as soon as his divine sense moved.

  Seeing that Ning Que killed his son and grandson in front of him, the ancient sage Zihan was completely angry.

   "Damn you! Even if a heavenly king came, he wouldn't dare to be presumptuous in our Ziyun clan..."

  The ancient sage Zihan howled furiously, and a pair of purple battle armor filled with great holy aura emerged from his body.

  Infinite purple clouds emerged above the head, spreading across hundreds of millions of miles, and the boundless void was constantly collapsing.

  At this moment, in the entire Eternal Star Field, all the powerhouses of all forces felt the terrifying aura coming from the direction of the Ziyun Clan.

"Boundless Ziyun, spread across hundreds of millions of miles... This is a sign of the activation of the Ziyun God Armor, the township treasure of the Ziyun Clan. Could it be that the Ziyun Clan has encountered an unworldly enemy and has to activate the Ziyun God Armor? "

  In the Eternal Starfield, countless forces are shaking, and many powerful people have activated their spiritual consciousness, or used magic weapons to investigate the situation of the Ziyun clan.

  At this moment, the entire Ziyun clan was shaking violently, like a boat in a raging sea, ups and downs.

  If it wasn’t for the Ziyun Clan, protected by a Great Saint-level magic circle, I’m afraid it would have been reduced to ruins under the power of the Ziyun Divine Armor.

   "This is the most precious Ziyun armor of our clan!" Many Ziyun monks looked up at the armor shining with infinite purple light on the ancient sage Zihan, their faces were full of excitement and pride.

  The ancient ancestor of the Ziyun clan is a peerless saint.

  The Purple Cloud God Armor is the great sage-level armor left by the ancient ancestor.

   It is because of the existence of the Ziyun God Armor that the Ziyun clan has been able to prosper in the eternal star field for a long time, and has always been in the royal family sequence of the eternal star field.

   Now that this treasure armor is activated, many Ziyun monks believe that the ancient sage Zihan can instantly wipe out Ning Que, the foreign enemy.

   With the palm of the ancient sage Zihan lifted, hundreds of millions of miles of Ziyun, like a tired bird returning to its nest, frantically rushed above his head, and finally condensed into a Ziyun giant sword that pierced into the sky.

"die!"

   There was a loud shout, and Ziyun's giant sword immediately slashed down vertically, as if the sky had been opened up, the entire sky was split in half, and a straight space crack extended from the top of the ancient sage Zihan's head to the deepest part of the sky.

  The power of this sword is so amazing that all the cultivators of the Ziyun clan saw a purple pillar of heaven pressing down horizontally, and everything would be crushed and crushed by this pillar of heaven.

  But in fact, one finger blocked the purple cloud giant sword that looked like a pillar of heaven.

  A finger rested lightly on the Ziyun giant sword, motionless, as stable as Mount Tai.

   Afterwards, with a flick of the finger, the whole Ziyun Giant Sword shattered into countless pieces with a click.

  Endless purple fragments, one after another, sprinkled down, like a purple snow.

  The purple fragments scattered in the Ziyun clan were blocked by the Great Saint-level magic circle, but the countless purple fragments scattered in the wilderness around the Ziyun clan caused natural disasters.

   In the tens of thousands of miles of wilderness surrounding the Ziyun tribe, no matter the mountains, forests, or wild beasts living in it, all have been reduced to dust.

   Tens of thousands of miles away, there was a great earthquake, dust and sand soared into the sky, and it was completely reduced to ruins.

  In the Ziyun clan, there was a dead silence. Everyone seemed to be unable to feel the changes in the wilderness, and looked at that finger dully.

  It’s just a finger, and with just a light flick, it actually broke the great saint-level ultimate move that Zihan Ancient Sage used the Ziyun Divine Armor to burst out?

  At this moment, all the monks of the Ziyun clan felt a creepy feeling.

  The strength of the young man in front of him may far exceed their imagination.

   At least he is also a peerless saint.

  In hundreds of thousands of years, Ziyun monks have never been so flustered at this moment... because they feel that if they don't handle it well today, maybe their Ziyun clan will be wiped out.

  The ancient sage Zihan also panicked. He originally thought that Ning Que was at most a saint king.

   But now, he knew he was wrong.

   Moreover, it was very wrong.

  The young man in front of him is not a saint king at all, nor a heavenly king, but a peerless saint, even stronger than the peerless saint.

  "...The formation, yes, our Ziyun clan is still a killing formation of the Great Sage level. The killing formation of the Great Sage level, combined with the Ziyun Divine Armor, will definitely kill him."

  The ancient sage Zihan was flustered and ruthless, ready to even activate the Great Sage Killer in the Ziyun clan.

   However, he has no chance.

  Ning Que suddenly teleported in front of him, and lightly pointed at the center of his brow.

   "This great sage-level armor is good, but it's a pity that it falls on you."

   Ning Que said indifferently, the ancient sage Zihan had turned into fly ash, a holy level divine power was swallowed by his fingers, and then transformed into potential points.

  Ning Que grabbed Ziyun Divine Armor in his hands. This piece of Great Saint-level armor trembled instinctively in his hands, as if he was afraid that he would destroy it, and there was a hint of begging for mercy.

   "Zi Yan!"

  Ning Que called Ziyan over, and handed Ziyun armor to her.

   "Ziyun Divine Armor!" Zi Yan was overjoyed in her heart, but she never thought that this legendary treasure armor in the family would fall into her hands.

  With this precious armor, she will not be afraid even when facing the Saint King.

   "Dead, the ancient sage Zihan just died..."

  Countless Ziyun clan monks watched Ning Que kill the ancient sage Zihan as easily as he killed a chicken, and they were all terrified.

  Ning Que sat cross-legged in the void, and suddenly, endless worms of primordial origin whizzed out of him, covering the entire Purple Clan like a dark cloud.

  The Insects of Primordial Mist penetrated into the bodies of countless Zi Clan monks before they could react.

  The sound of chanting the God-Duty Jue came from the worms of the Primordial Mist, and resounded in the hearts of all the monks of the Purple Clan.

  A moment later, all the Ziyun monks knelt on the ground and worshiped Ning Que as if they were gods.

   "Meet the devil!"

  The overwhelming voice resounded through the sky.

   It's the third watch! After finishing this chapter with a complicated mood, I don't know if I will continue to talk about water!

  (end of this chapter)