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Moreover, the battle between Yunping and Kunxuan took place outside the three great heavenly domains. Even a half-immortal wouldn't have the ability to stay outside the domain for so long...

Seeing the confused look on Ye Xuanqiu's face, Yunping smiled and gave an explanation.

His answer was only two words.

“Hongmeng”.

"!!!"

"Scared, aren't you?" Yunping chuckled. "If you can make a deal, why can't I?"

Ye Xuanqiu's face was unusually cold: "What did you promise him...?"

"That's none of your business. Besides, I also made a deal with that old beast Kunxuan. As for the details, that's none of your concern."

The old rogue smiled slightly, his expression clearly saying, "Come and hit me then!"

Ye Xuanqiu naturally had no way of knowing what this old rogue had promised the two Origin Ancestors. She gasped, but then a beautiful smile bloomed on her face.

"So what if Kunxuan doesn't help me? Now all twenty-one ultimates are in our hands. I only need to defeat my husband and take all twenty-one ultimates to gain the power of the Reincarnation World."

At this point, Ye Xuanqiu's aura suddenly swelled up.

Her words resonated throughout the entire world.

"I am the Origin Ancestor. The Twenty-One Ultimates are a part of the Origin Ancestor's origin. Currently, the only one that is not completely complete is Kunxuan. Once I collect all Twenty-One Ultimates and the three Origin Ancestors are all complete, I can completely restart the world and complete the cycle of reincarnation."

"My husband, come here."

The old rogue glanced at Ye Xuanqiu, who was surrounded by a whirlwind above him, and smiled as he spread his hands, saying...

"Okay."

"Sometimes, a love-hate relationship can be quite interesting."

Ye Xuanqiu laughed: "Husband, don't think too much. Although we are both complete beings, I have absorbed a large amount of the twenty-one ultimate origins. If we really want to talk about it, I am definitely above you."

A cold glint gradually appeared in the old rogue's eyes: "Domestic violence, it's not a problem if the woman takes a little advantage."

"Husband, please don't cry out in pain."

"Don't worry, your husband is a masochist. He only experiences pleasure, not pain."

Ye Xuanqiu: "As expected of you..."

The words fell.

The two figures vanished from the spot in an instant.

Zhang Ruoxue and the others stared blankly in the direction where Yun Ping and Ye Xuanqiu had disappeared for a few seconds before they came to their senses.

Where did they go?

There was no trace of him within a radius of ten miles.

However, what they didn't know was that, in order to facilitate their chaotic battle, they had already left the three great heavenly domains and gone to the outer void to wage their final battle.

The void.

The enormous Bloodthirsty Sword clashed with the Cold Blade, which exuded endless icy chill, unleashing terrifying shockwaves throughout the void, causing the three great celestial domains to tremble continuously.

Two snow-white figures, a man and a woman, constantly clashed, and with each exchange, a voice of discontent could be heard—

"Don't hit me in the face!"

"You kicked my crotch first!"

"That's a vital spot, a vital spot, you understand?... Damn it! Don't kick me in the chest!"

"Your thing is huge, it'll be fine if you kick it flat—damn it, Gan Ning's mother, how many times have I told you, don't kick my crotch!!"

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Chapter 077. The Farce Begins

"My husband, wouldn't it be nice to just stay with me like this and live in our eternal world together?"

extraterritorial.

In the void, countless collisions resulted in countless tremors.

Frost bursts forth, and blood splatters everywhere.

Ye Xuanqiu and Yun Ping's physical bodies were constantly being destroyed and reassembled in the fierce collision. For them, the damage caused by the other party could only temporarily shatter their physical bodies, but could not harm their essence at all.

Another palm strike landed.

With a bang, half of Ye Xuanqiu's face was smashed to pieces, but no blood splattered. Her body was visibly twisted, but returned to its original state after a few seconds. She then turned around and kicked Yun Ping between the legs.

From the moment this started, this woman has been relentlessly kicking the old scoundrel in the groin, and he hasn't stopped, as if he's got his sights set on that spot.

Even Yun Ping might not be able to completely block Ye Xuanqiu's attacks; among hundreds of kicks, there were always a few that successfully hit—

That taste...tsk tsk tsk.

At least Yunping felt really annoyed right now, genuinely annoyed.

After his physical body was reconstructed, he retreated rapidly, a glint of cold light flashing from his fingertips as he flew towards the Bloodthirsty Sword above, which was clashing with the Frosty Black Blade.

In an instant, the Bloodthirsty Sword seemed to gain divine assistance, its power increasing dramatically. It cleaved the black blade in two with a single strike and then hurtled towards Ye Xuanqiu's head.

Even as the Bloodthirsty Sword, capable of cleaving through three great realms with a single strike, rapidly enlarged before her eyes, Ye Xuanqiu still wore a disdainful expression. She merely raised her head, and the primordial power emanating from her body condensed into waves of impact, actually tearing open a chasm in the void and completely crushing the Bloodthirsty Sword's hard-won power!

The Bloodthirsty Sword flew out horizontally, rapidly shrinking in mid-air before becoming the length of an ordinary sword and falling into Yun Ping's palm.

The old rogue, holding the Bloodthirsty Sword, looked helplessly at Ye Xuanqiu ahead and said, "I mean, is it really meaningful for us to fight like this?"

Judging from their previous exchanges, it's clear that if they're willing, they could fight until the end of time.

Although Ye Xuanqiu did indeed master a lot of ultimate source power, the old rogue was no exception. The Blood Slaughtering Sword was also transformed from the Twenty-One Ultimate. In addition, after Ye Xuanqiu absorbed Ye Yuchan's soul, the Emperor Wen's Brush and the Emperor Wu's Halberd also returned—both of these magical artifacts are inextricably linked to the Twenty-One Ultimate.

This means that Ye Xuanqiu seems to have no way to completely subdue Yunping.

"No rush, my husband, it's not over yet."

Ye Xuanqiu smiled charmingly, flicked her sleeves, and a sudden, rolling tremor arose from the void around her.

Yun Ping frowned slightly. A particularly tall and majestic shadow gradually appeared behind Ye Xuanqiu. The shadow seemed to merge with the outer void and had a rather terrifying sense of oppression.

That seemed to be the method of the Primordial Ancestor, with the surging power of the Primordial Ancestor merging with the surrounding void, creating a scene resembling chaos.

This scene was something Yunping had witnessed during his battle with Kunxuan. It was something that no cultivator could achieve; it was a realm that only the Origin Ancestor was qualified to touch.

One after another, the dust of heaven and earth continued to gather. Although there was very little dust in this world now, Ye Xuanqiu didn't care about consuming more. As long as she won, she could reincarnate into the world.

As the progenitor of spiritual energy, the Dust of Heaven and Earth symbolizes the original power of this world. Combined with the ancestral power within Ye Xuanqiu's body and the chaos she extracted from the void, the three become one.

In an instant, that indescribable and ineffable thing suddenly appeared behind Ye Xuanqiu, and a vast void of chaos enveloped the sky, standing behind Ye Xuanqiu like the throne of the Origin Ancestor.

Yun Ping's expression changed slightly. He only glanced at the energy contained in that chaos—if nothing unexpected happened, if that thing punched him, even he would disintegrate on the spot.

Even if his physical body is gone, he can still live. But the problem is that once his physical body perishes, Ye Xuanqiu will take away the Twenty-One Ultimates he possesses, and the world will have to reincarnate and restart.

"Husband~"

Ye Xuanqiu stretched out her slender right hand with a smug look on her face, and the enormous, boundless void behind her also extended its huge iron fist.

"If I punch you, you might die."

The mocking tone seemed to be ridiculing the young man who had achieved true immortality twice.

Yunping took a deep breath, not entirely denying Ye Xuanqiu's statement, after all, one punch from that thing could really kill him.

But he's not without his trump cards.

Yun Ping suddenly flicked his sleeve, his eyes flashing with coldness, but he still smiled.

"You have a double, but don't I?"

A boundless killing intent swept and condensed all around, and the radiance of gods and Buddhas emanated from a faint point of light, which rapidly grew into a huge Buddha statue in the next few seconds!

The Buddha statue was bathed in both light and blood, its face contorted like a demon, with three heads and six arms but no Buddhist implements in its hands. Instead, it held six weapons: knives, spears, swords, halberds, clubs, and hammers. A murderous aura, clearly not belonging to gods or Buddhas, burst forth.

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On the distant other side of the void, a young man gazed at this Buddha-slaying figure with great interest and couldn't help but sigh:

"The primordial power generated by one's own will... and the method used is quite interesting. Was it learned from the Buddhism in the three great heavenly realms?"

"This wasn't expected?"

The one who uttered these words was not a single person, but a figure hidden in the void, seemingly omnipresent.

The young man shook his head upon hearing this: "Just like he said, we are indeed high above, but sometimes when we stand high, we can't see many things."

"Is it because he's special?"

"They are all special."

The young man's eyes dimmed slightly, and his tone contained a hint of inexplicable envy: "He said that every being is special, and theoretically speaking, I am too... and so are you."

"..."

The phantom remained silent for a long time, seemingly unsure how to respond.

In the end, it could only turn its gaze to the two people still facing off in the distance and couldn't help but ask, "You, are you really not going to intervene?"

"No." The young man shook his head: "It doesn't matter to me who wins or loses. I just need to wait quietly."

"As for their own problems, let them solve them themselves."

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Ye Xuanqiu's gaze was fixed on the Buddha-like figure behind Yun Ping, her brows furrowed with surprise and doubt.

He clearly saw a portion of the Origin Ancestor's power in this Buddha of Slaughter, but before that, Yun Ping had only used the lowest-grade spiritual energy!

In the void.

The young man in the white shirt inexplicably struck a rather strange pose—his right hand was spread open, his five fingers covering his face, then he twisted his waist, spread his legs, and struck a flamboyant pose, speaking with a solemn expression.