Only by experiencing it yourself can you understand...
"Walk!"
These words of retreat were almost squeezed out from between Mou Zizheng's teeth.
He clearly knew that at this time, Shen Qingyi was very likely to be injured, or even seriously injured, by the power of the Nascent Soul's self-explosion.
They also have the opportunity to take this opportunity to encircle and suppress them, which will make the sacrifice of so many monks worthwhile.
But... that kind of luck was eventually overcome by reason.
However, as everyone scrambled to their feet in a panic and had no time to retreat, they heard the sound of something rubbing against the ground.
Mou Zizheng and his group subconsciously looked towards the place where the sound came from.
Thick smoke billowed and flames flashed.
The huge sword rubbed against the ground. In the hazy smoke, everyone saw a man dragging a huge sword and walking towards them step by step.
When Mou Zizheng saw who was coming, his heart couldn't help but shrink violently.
Shen Qingyi!
Although Shen Qingyi's clothes were stained with blood and his giant sword was also stained with blood, he looked miserable, but his aura did not show any sign of injury.
What's going on?!
Mou Zizheng only felt his throat was a little dry.
They had all done this, so how on earth did Shen Qingyi escape from the center of the power of the Yuanying self-explosion?!
If even self-destruction is useless to him, then he can't think of anything else in their team that can stop him, no! Delay Shen Qingyi!
The air was filled with a strong smell of blood.
Not only was Shen Qingyi's clothes covered in blood, blood was dripping along his hair, and his fair face was also splattered with red.
There is endless coldness in the blood-red eyes.
That kind of coldness was like a ruthless evil ghost crawling out of hell, which made Mou Zizheng practice from head to toe.
Is such a cultivator really the pride of Taoism?
He still remembered that in Shen Qingyi's message, he mentioned that he had inherited the Confucianism and Taoism and did not like the ruthless way.
After entering the world of immortal cultivation, he was weak, kind and heartless...
Even though she grew up quickly later, how could some things change so drastically?
Mou Zizheng even suspected that Shen Qingyi had been possessed by some ruthless monk from some demon sect.
Seeing Shen Qingyi approaching step by step, the remaining cultivators couldn't help but become extremely nervous.
"Sir! You go first!"
Several Nascent Soul cultivators protected Mou Zizheng behind them, wanting to leave the last chance of life to Mou Zizheng.
However, Mou Zizheng did not leave.
It wasn't that he didn't want to leave, but a feeling in his heart told him that at this time, if no monks came to support them, they might not be able to leave.
On the contrary, if he is separated from others, he may die faster!
However, Shen Qingyi's pace seemed slow, but in just a moment, he was less than a few meters away from them.
Mou Zizheng could even hear the group's heartbeats beating violently due to nervousness.
"Chen Qingyi! With all the killing you've done, aren't you afraid that when you break through, the Heavenly Dao won't be able to see you covered in blood and plagued by heavenly tribulations?!"
Mou Zizheng suddenly spoke, his voice sounding a bit anxious but also trembling.
He wanted to take a gamble. There was something wrong with Shen Qingyi in front of him, especially her eyes, which were so blood red that the whites and pupils of her eyes were almost invisible.
How come this looks like a human eye?!
He even felt that Shen Qingyi seemed to be possessed at this moment.
Isn't it said that Shen Qingyi was once a kind person? Although he looked down on that kind of kindness and thought it was stupid, if he could use it, or even save his life, he still thought it was good!
Of course, if it is still impossible to "awaken" the former Shen Qingyi, it would be good to delay for some time.
“Puff!”
The hot liquid splashed on Mou Zizheng's eyes, forcing him to close his eyes.
"grown ups!"
When he opened his eyes again, Mou Zizheng heard the terrified cries of his followers.
Seeing the man's horrified gaze falling on his back, he couldn't help but look back stiffly.
However, as his head turned, more and more liquid flowed from his neck.
"Bang!"
Mou Zizheng's body fell completely to the ground, and his eyes were still fixed on Shen Qingyi who appeared behind him at some point.
Before he died, he still had an unrealistic idea.
how so?
Why did Shen Qingyi listen to his words without a pause?
When the followers saw Mou Zizheng fall, they were a little confused for a moment.
"Kill! Kill him!"
"retreat!"
In an instant, the team without followers split into two groups.
One group wanted to fight Shen Qingyi to the end, while the other group wanted to escape.
After all, there was no candidate, and all the future glory and wealth became the collapse of Daxia.
Without the last glimmer of hope, surviving... maybe it's not bad...
The team, which was originally at a disadvantage and unable to unite, became like a pile of loose sand.
The ghost hand skeleton underground was pulling and the raging fire was burning with crackling sounds.
When Yu Yan and the Yu family disciples arrived, they saw a mess on the ground.
Corpses were scattered all over the place, and pieces of broken flesh, blood, and rags were hanging on the undestroyed branches and stones. Dark red liquid was flowing in the gullies left by the battle.
A disciple in the early Nascent Soul stage was so irritated by the strong and pungent smell of blood around him that he bent over and vomited violently.
It's not that he has never participated in battles. Even though he was well protected by his family when he was at the Yu family, he was not a complete novice in cultivating immortals in the Nascent Soul area. In addition, after entering the Fallen God Realm, he followed Yu Yan around and gained a lot of experience.
But he was still disgusted by the tragic scene in front of him and vomited.
Yu Yan just glanced at the scene and the vomiting Yu family disciple indifferently.
His gaze finally fell on a huge rock.
The stone had been stained red with blood, and blood was still dripping down. What caught his attention was the upside-down object on the stone.
It should be said that any monk who enters here will be attracted by the huge rock and the inverted flag.
That thing is very eye-catching.
Yu Yan walked forward and looked at the flag of the Holy King Temple that was stuck upside down on the stone, and his eyelids twitched.
Arrogant.
This was Yu Yan’s first thought.
Such arrogant behavior is undoubtedly a naked provocation to the Holy King Palace.
Even if the Holy King Palace has no way to deal with her and originally wanted to relax for the time being, they will still become angry again because of her face-slapping behavior, right?
This forces the Holy King Palace to take action even if they don’t want to!
Although it makes you feel relieved, doesn't it put yourself in a more dangerous situation?
Act on impulse.
This is one point that Yu Yan discovered about Shen Qingyi's behavior. In his eyes, it was not rational enough!
However, although he didn't quite agree, Yu Yan felt somewhat refreshed and even wanted to laugh.
Since the Holy King Palace has continued to grow, it has become more and more arrogant.
Especially after some of the weaklings in the Immortal Alliance were left alone.
When they encountered a tough guy like Shen Qingyi, their arrogant flames suddenly seemed to hit an iron ice cave.
Yu Yan took a last look at the flag behind the boulder and waved.
"Walk!"
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