Hua Wuxiu raised his hand to wipe the blood from his lips, his eyes full of amusement, "Heh... As expected of a demon body with the mark of the demon god, it can attract heavenly thunder just after being born, destroying half of my consciousness."
He raised his eyes and looked in the direction of the Wufang boundary marker, his eyes gradually deepening.
It's time for a good show.
He thought to himself and flew towards Cangxi Mountain.
"Oh... no? What is he doing in Cangxi Mountain?" Bei Zhan asked in surprise.
Hua Yanyue also looked over, but he couldn't care less and just looked at his master's figure.
He witnessed with his own eyes the thunder tribulation that brought his master to the stage of transformation into a god, half of which was snatched away by his newborn self. He then defeated Hua Wuxiu who wanted to take over his body. It was because of this that he was able to survive, but his master could only stop at the Nascent Soul stage.
He slowly clenched his hands and stared at Shen Yushu's figure without blinking.
He stepped forward and lay on the transparent barrier, tears in his eyes.
Master…
sorry…
I have no idea…
I didn't know that it was really me who harmed you, causing you to stop at the Nascent Soul stage, preventing you from ascending and overcoming the calamity of life.
Shen Yushu looked up and looked at the thunder tribulation that was taken away, without much emotion in his eyes.
But the heavenly thunder obviously didn't think so. It just thought that someone was challenging its majesty, and actually led the thunder tribulation to another place to avoid the power of thunder.
For a moment, the thunder became more and more powerful, several times stronger than before. The huge red and black vortex enveloped Shen Yushu's head, and the purple thunder inside was ringing. It was shocking at first glance.
"The thunder tribulation has changed! This is clearly the tribulation cloud that only appears during the Tribulation Crossing Stage. Didn't Immortal Qinglian suppress his cultivation to the level of Spirit Transformation? Why did it suddenly turn into a thunder tribulation during the Tribulation Crossing Stage?" Someone exclaimed in horror.
For a moment, everyone was terrified and their eyes were nervously fixed on Shen Yushu.
Even though the Immortal Venerable Qinglian had just displayed strength close to the Tribulation Crossing Stage, that shouldn't be the thundercloud of the Tribulation Crossing Stage.
How can I possibly bear this?
Si Wuya's expression was also solemn, not to mention Ji Yuanshuo and the others.
But at this moment, a voice came, "Oh, they are all here, what a coincidence."
Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw Hua Wuxiu standing in the air in a red dress, her red dress fluttering in the wind, and her appearance was extremely gorgeous.
"Hua Jiuli! How dare you come!" someone shouted indignantly.
Hua Wuxiu tilted his head and looked at him with a smile, "Why shouldn't I come?"
"You invaded the human world. If it weren't for the immortal sect's desperate defense, you would have almost caused a disaster on earth! All lives were lost! A devil like you shouldn't exist in this world!" He spoke angrily and cursed.
"It's ridiculous. I am the devil, so what are you?" Hua Wuxiu laughed back with a mocking look in his eyes.
"What do you mean?"
"What do you mean? Hahahaha...you're asking me what I mean?" Hua Wuxiu laughed maniacally, his words tinged with icy coldness. "Thousands of years ago, the Spirit Clan was destroyed because of something. Have you all forgotten? You, the righteous immortals, keep saying you're slaying demons and protecting the world, but your hearts are filthier than anything else. Do you think the things you've done can be buried over time?"
"It's ridiculous, really ridiculous." Hua Wuxiu laughed so hard that tears came out.
"What does he mean by that?"
A disciple expressed his doubts.
"Didn't the Eldar disappear long ago? Why is he talking about the Eldar?"
"Is the destruction of the Spiritual Race related to the Immortal Sect? Why did he say that?"
One after another, doubtful voices were heard, carrying many puzzles.
Hua Wuxiu looked at these disciples and his eyes fell on Si Wuya.
"Sect Master Si, these disciples don't know, have you forgotten too?"
"And Sect Master Bai, your ancestor back then actually consumed quite a bit of the elixirs refined from the flesh and blood of my spirit race."
"Ah... By the way, Sect Master Lu, I heard that you accidentally ate the elixir made from this flesh and blood, and it nearly destroyed your Dao heart. Is that true?"
Every word he said was like a huge mountain pressing down on one's head, making it unbearable.
The eyes of all the immortal sect disciples fell on Si Wuya and his companions at the same time, with confusion and doubt.
Si Wuya closed his eyes and said, "What happened back then was done by our ancestors. It has nothing to do with today's disciples. Why should we implicate all living beings?"
Lu Jinan's eyes darkened. "It was indeed the fault of our ancestors back then. It has nothing to do with people today."
Hua Wuxiu nodded and laughed, "Hahaha, that's right, dead, all dead, so what? Even though I'm clearly dead, you still pinned false accusations on me and sealed me in a coffin with nine dragons. All these disciples are here, why don't you tell me, is it my fault, or are you, the people of the immortal sect, filthy and dirty?"
"Master...what exactly did he mean?"
A disciple came close to Bai Zhanyun and asked in a low voice.
Bai Zhanyun didn't say anything, and didn't know how to start.
Hua Wuxiu sneered, "What? You can't say it? Then let me tell you about the disgusting and ugly faces of you immortal sect people."
When the disciples heard the insult, they looked angry.
But before they could speak, Hua Wuxiu said,
"Thousands of years ago, someone spread the rumor that the flesh and blood of the spirit race was a top-grade elixir. Since then, the spirit race has been hunted down en masse. Those righteous immortal sects preach righteousness and equality in the world, but they secretly raise the spirit race for their own use. They cut flesh and bleed them daily to make elixirs, simply because the flesh and blood of the spirit race can regenerate, which only fuels their evil deeds."
"Outside, they are highly respected immortals of the righteous sect, but inside, they have become extremely ugly and shameless villains!"
After these words, the tone was not loud, but it surprised countless people.
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