I See the Aura of the Great Emperor in All My Disciples

Chapter 1062: Three-Foot God, Cold-Blooded And Heartless!

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The white-robed old man was the Ancestor of the Ice God Temple. He had reached the mid-stage Divine Master Realm when he was alive.

However, with only a wisp of remnant soul left, his strength was naturally greatly reduced. Moreover, every attack and defense required a large amount of remnant soul power.

However, he knew that he was no match for them.

He knew that the next attack would destroy his soul and prevent him from entering the cycle of reincarnation.

However, as the Ancestor of the Ice God Temple, the white-robed old man had founded the Ice God Temple and dedicated his life to the sect. Naturally, he could not bear to watch the sect he had built fall without doing anything.

He was helpless as the Ancestor of the Ice God Hall.

As a former Sect Master, Mu Fusheng expressed his respect.

And the way to show respect was to use all his strength to defeat it with his current strength…

Mu Fusheng raised his hand above his head.

In an instant, the five-colored lightning dragons in the dark clouds condensed again! White soul flames appeared between the brows of the dragon and the human at the same time.

However, Mu Fusheng did not stop there.

Under the shocked gazes of Shen Furian and the others,

Mu Fusheng took out talismans one after another and threw them into the sky. Like a storm of talismans, they enveloped the five-colored lightning dragon!

When the storm disappeared, the talismans stuck tightly to the five-colored lightning dragon and turned into scales!

The lightning dragon, which was originally condensed from lightning, now had dragon scales. It looked even more lifelike, as if a real lightning dragon had descended here.

“Gods are everywhere…”

Mu Fusheng looked at the Ancestor in white and said in a deep voice, “This talisman is called the Three-Foot God.”

This was a killing talisman in the Dao of Talismans.

It could only be carved into shape after mastering the five ancient divine lightnings.

Sensing this destructive aura, the Ancestor in white raised his head and sighed. “I didn’t expect to see five ancient divine lightnings after that battle where the inheritance was severed. Moreover, they appeared on one person at the same time.”

“It seems that the fortunes of the mortal world have improved again.”

With that, the white-robed Ancestor raised his hands, and ice auras silently condensed on his hands.

Under the infusion of the remnant soul power of the white-robed Ancestor, the seemingly peaceful ice aura transformed into Icy Mirror that covered the sky one after another!

This was the only thing the white-robed Ancestor could do now.

Facing such an attack, there was no chance of fighting head-on.

Of course, even if he defended himself, it would probably be useless…

Mu Fusheng’s attack was too ferocious.

The lightning dragon covered in talisman scales opened its mouth and roared, spewing out a lightning breath!

The ice and snow in front of him instantly melted, and space instantly exploded!

It seemed to have opened up a black hole path for it.

The scaled lightning dragon shuttled through this black hole path and charged down with a monstrous destructive aura!

It crashed straight into the Icy Mirror.

The process was not as evenly matched as everyone had imagined.

All that was left was an unstoppable, unstoppable force!

When it collided with the icicle realm, the center of it instantly collapsed!

Crackling sounds could be heard, indicating that the Icy Mirror was cracking.

Under the desperate gazes of Shen Furian and the others, the Icy Mirror was broken by the scaled lightning dragon, and the white-robed Ancestor was naturally swallowed by the lightning dragon.

The remnant soul of the white-robed Ancestor, who was in the lightning dragon, quickly turned illusory under the crazy invasion of the lightning power. However, there was no sadness or unwillingness on his face. Instead, he looked at Mu Fusheng solemnly.

“The arrival of the Son of Providence indicates that the calamity of the Mortal Realm will come again. At that time, the Mortal Realm will welcome another reshuffle. I hope you can resist those outsiders and save the Mortal Realm…”

After saying these baffling words, a wisp of the white-robed Ancestor’s remnant soul completely dissipated.

The disciples and elders of the Ice God Temple all looked sad.

The sorrow was for the death of the Ancestor.

The pain was for themselves. Because of this series of events, their Ice God Temple would completely cease to exist.

Shen Furian looked defeated.

Initially, he thought that he had calculated all the possibilities and the fate of Snowdrift Sect was completely in his hands.

However, Mu Fusheng appeared out of nowhere!

Who would have thought?

If not for Mu Fusheng’s existence which broke Snowdrift Sect’s plan to join forces with the Ice River Valley and Extreme Ice Hell with Shen Funian’s scheme, the Snowdrift Sect was bound to lose!

If only…

Thinking of this, Shen Furian paused for a moment before sighing. “Unfortunately, there are no ifs. Everything is fate.”

With this sigh, Shen Furian’s hair instantly turned white.

His hair turned white with just one sigh!

Snowdrift Sect Master looked at Shen Furian but there was no joy on his face. Instead, there was some lingering fear.

As the Sect Master of the Ice God Temple, Shen Furian was undoubtedly a formidable person.

He did not miss anything.

It was just that he did not expect Mu Fusheng to exist.

However, who could have predicted this?

Yes, if Mu Fusheng, Ye Qiubai, and Fang Qiong heard it, they would probably blurt out that their Master would!

No, it should not be said that he had predicted it. He would always achieve the worst outcome in this aspect!

“I’ve lost. Our Ice God Temple has lost.” Shen Furian’s white hair fluttered in the wind. He looked at Mu Fusheng and smiled bitterly. “I believe you won’t let us, the higher-ups, off either.”

“However, I still beg you to let those disciples of the Ice God Temple leave.”

Mu Fusheng shook his head.

This world of cultivation was cruel.

If the roles were reversed, the other party would not do this?

It was a great taboo for the royal family to cut the weeds without removing the roots!

With that, Mu Fusheng raised his hand. The scaled lightning dragon that had yet to disappear enveloped Shen Furian and the other three half-step Divine Masters. At the same time, the disciples and elders who had gone out to battle were also devoured by the lightning dragon.

None of them were spared…

When the Ice River Valley Master and Extreme Ice Gates saw this scene, they knew that they would not be spared.

He cut off his own life force and died here.

When the rogue cultivators below saw this, they shook their heads and sighed.

It was over.

In the future, the Arctic Star Region would belong to the Snowdrift Sect.

After doing all this, Mu Fusheng looked at the scattered cultivators and could only sigh helplessly.

He could not possibly place a restriction on these tens of thousands of rogue cultivators or kill them all, right?

It could only be said that this trump card had already become a clear card. He had to prepare a few more trump cards…

Fang Qiong wanted to say something but hesitated after Mu Fusheng returned to Ye Qiubai and Fang Qiong.

Mu Fusheng smiled. “Are you asking me why I’m so cruel?”

Blackie hesitated for a moment before nodding.

Mu Fusheng smiled bitterly and said, “Environment will make a person. I’m from the royal family. Even though it doesn’t seem like much, many ugly things will happen in secret. Cold-bloodedness is a compulsory lesson for the royal family…”