Chapter 289
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Yin Xing couldn't understand why his Yinhuang Sect had fallen to such a state?
In the secret scrolls of his sect, I had seen many descriptions of the time when his sect was at its peak, when one call would gain the support of hundreds and no one dared to resist.
At that time, the Yinhuang Sect, and even the Yinhuang Clan with noble bloodlines, were all capable of dominating the entire Tianxuan Realm.
If one wants to refine pills, the top alchemists in the entire continent can be kidnapped. If one wants to refine magical weapons, no weapon refiner dares to refuse the invitation from their sect.
Heavenly grade magic tools, heavenly grade skills, ninth-grade elixirs, top-level formation plates… they are displayed like fasting pills in the storehouse of his Yinhuang Sect. He is the richest sect in the entire continent.
When did you start to fall into despair?
Did it start with a disciple in the foundation-building stage who wiped out his entire family because of a quarrel, and the entire sect was bloodbathed by his enemies?
Did it start when a captive weapon refiner refused to hand over the spirit of his weapon and would rather self-destruct with all the magic weapons, causing great damage to the vitality of his sect?
Or did it start from the time when the Holy Academy conspired to destroy his Yinhuang Sect, and united with various sects on the mainland to encircle and suppress his Yinhuang Sect, and label his sect as an evil sect?
All these are already in the past. He has recalled the past glory countless times. He has devoted his entire life to practicing and moving to the Holy Academy so that his Yinhuang Sect can return to its former glory. Unexpectedly, after the Holy Academy collapsed, his Yinhuang Sect was still like a rat crossing the street, unable to see the light of day.
He didn't expect that just because his sect's secret scroll was exposed, the lofty and arrogant Holy Academy would collapse.
Yin Xing was confused for a moment. He always felt that in this world of cultivating immortals, personal ability was the most important.
A Mahayana cultivator is worth hundreds or thousands of Fusion cultivators, and is worth tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands or millions of ordinary cultivators.
It is far more valuable to concentrate cultivation resources on one or two gifted people with outstanding qualifications than to distribute them evenly among all disciples.
In the world of cultivating immortals, strength is everything, and the number and realm of the strong are the decisive factors.
But why were the powerful Yinhuang Sect and the powerful Holy Academy eventually destroyed by a group of mobs?
The current situation of the Holy Academy is even better than that of his Yinhuang Sect. Because of Shengtian’s actions, the Holy Academy, which was hated by everyone, has restored a little reputation.
Unexpectedly, this insignificant reputation became the reason for the different treatment between the remaining disciples of Yinhuang Sect and the previous disciples of the Holy Academy.
Perhaps, the rise and fall of sects is also something that is tacitly approved by the way of heaven.
His Yinhuang Sect has run out of luck, and even if he wants to recreate its former glory, the heavens will not allow it.
The monk is supposed to go against heaven's will, but look, when has he ever been able to go against heaven's will?
If the Heavenly Dao is unhappy, even your path to ascension will be blocked.
At the moment of self-destruction, Yin Xing looked dejected.
In an instant, he thought a lot, but every thought was no different from his previous thoughts.
In the world of cultivating immortals, the strong are respected and the weak are preyed upon by the strong.
He was still unwilling to admit that his Yinhuang Sect had taken the wrong path, and even more unwilling to admit that there was anything wrong with the survival creed he had always believed in.
It can only be blamed on fate, on luck, or even on the laws of nature.
boom!
"Oh no! Old Ghost Yin blew himself up. Retreat quickly!"
"Those two youngsters actually pushed Old Ghost Yin to such an extent?"
In the distance, two Mahayana masters stopped and retreated quickly.
After a long time, the surrounding world gradually became calm, as if nothing had happened just now.
Yan Qingyan, Ling Mochen, and their two spirit beasts all disappeared.
I don't know whether he escaped in time or was annihilated by the self-explosion of the Mahayana master, and not even a trace of his debris was left.
Sheng Tian watched all this and sighed softly.
He did not sense any fluctuations in space, and the two men did not take out any teleportation magic tools or talismans.
Moreover, the moment Yin Xing decided to self-destruct, the surrounding space was blocked, and the two people... were in great danger.
Sheng Tian felt something was wrong. With the luck of those two people, they shouldn't die so easily.
But where did they go?
......
“That was a close call!”
"Oh my god, he blew himself up!"
"Why? I'm not sure I can kill him with that move just now."
"Could it be that the ancestor of the Yinhuang Sect has been forced into a corner and hates us so much that he is willing to die together with us?"
The white space always has a soft glow that fills every corner.
Large tracts of spiritual bodies are planted with various kinds of spiritual plants. The spiritual fields are surrounded by lush spiritual trees, which are arranged in an orderly manner and are pleasing to the eye.
On the open space, there is a small wooden house made of thousand-year-old spiritual wood. There is a red and blue wind chime hanging on it. The spiritual energy is floating, making a "ding-dong" sound.
After thousands of years of ups and downs in the Ascension Tower, Yan Qingyan and Ling Mochen finally returned to the place that they regarded as their "home".
Yan Qingyan sat at the door of the cabin, chattering incessantly.
Just now, they were at the center of the explosion. At the critical moment, Yan Qingyan instantly recalled Dilu and quickly pulled Ling Mochen into the space.
"I've thought about this before. Although the space is our way out, we can't rely on it too much. Otherwise, if the space is upgraded and we can't enter it one day, won't we be in trouble?"
"I didn't expect that in the end, it was the space that saved my life..."
Yan Qingyan looked dejected. She was still too confident.
I didn't expect that the gap between a small realm in the Mahayana period is so big.
Even the ninth-grade violent pill could not make up for the gap.
Ling Mochen smiled bitterly, "I am lucky to be able to save my life. Qingyan, our luck is still stronger."
"Of course!" Speaking of luck, Yan Qingyan was in high spirits. "The Yinhuang Sect is already on the decline, and we still have plenty of life left. If a young genius is killed by an old monster, the Heavenly Dao would feel sad if it had consciousness!"
Ling Mochen had no comment on this reason, but the spiritual spring space on the light screen that was a blessing from heaven and earth was enough to prove that Qingyan was a man of great luck.
The two of them were weak, yet strangely violent. The rich spiritual energy around the space formed countless tiny whirlpools around them, making the wind chimes in front of the cabin door sound even clearer.
"The effect of the Berserk Pill has not yet worn off. Once the effect wears off, we will probably be weak for a while." Ling Mochen's voice was low and a little tired.
They had just gone through a tribulation and tried their best to refine a large amount of gifts from heaven. They had not had any rest yet and had just gone through a great battle. They even used the violent pill with strong side effects. However, the effect of the pill had not yet worn off. The two men's spirits had long been exhausted, but they were strangely in a state of being energized.
Yan Qingyan leaned back and lay on the spiritual grass with her back facing the sky, looking at the sky which was bright even though there was no sun. She quietly felt the power of the medicine in her body gradually fading away, waiting for weakness to come.
Ling Mochen instantly lay beside her, their heads leaning against each other, looking up at the sky together, like two salted fish that had lost all desire to live.
"Mo Chen..."
After a while, Yan Qingyan murmured softly.
"Hmm?" Ling Mochen responded.
"Haha, I thought you were asleep..." Yan Qingyan chuckled.
The flowing fire floated out from Ling Mochen's contract space, passed through Yan Qingyan's sight, glanced at the two of them teasingly, and floated towards the sky.
Yan Qingyan chuckled, "What a nice weather."
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