The holy land of Xisi, the Holy Soul Hall.

The soul tablets of all the holy land's disciples are stored here.

At this moment, the elder of the holy land stood in the hall with a gloomy face, staring at the countless shattered soul tablets.

"What's going on?"

"What the hell is going on?"

"All the disciples in the Divine Pill Realm and the Hedao Supreme Realm were wiped out, and even the second elder's soul tablet was shattered."

"Devil Blood Wasteland, what happened there?"

"Why are almost all the people from my Sisi Holy Land faction killed?"

Elder 꺶 looked extremely gloomy.

The four holy places had made sufficient preparations for this battle.

Except for the necessary personnel who stayed behind, almost all the people fled. Under such circumstances, all the masters of the Jisi Holy Land, except the Holy Lord, died.

This result made the elder of the holy land extremely panicked.

The unknown is the most terrifying thing. He has no idea what is going on.

He paced back and forth in the hall. Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something and shouted to the guard at the door:

"Send a message to Elder Xue, have him immediately activate the sect protection formation and not let anyone in!"

"Yes, Elder 꺶!"

After receiving the order, the man walked away quickly.

"What happened?"

"Did the Heaven-Slaying Demon Sect win the battle in the Devil Blood Wasteland?"

........

A quarter of an hour later, outside the Xisi Holy Land, a stream of purple light quickly approached the Xisi Holy Land.

When this stream of light reached the gate of the holy land, it was blocked by the sect protection formation that was raised.

This person is none other than the Holy Lord Xiao Lingyu, whose soul is left.

"Hmm? The sect protection array has been fully activated. It seems that the elder already knows that the battle situation is not favorable to us!"

The Holy Lord of Silk muttered to himself.

Afterwards, he used his illusory hands to continuously form seals, casting one seal after another onto the sect protection formation.

A moment later, with a "swish", a hole with a diameter of two meters appeared in the formation barrier.

With a "swish", the soul of the Holy Lord instantly passed through the formation, and then flew rapidly towards the direction of the Holy Soul Hall.

Inside the Holy Spirit Hall, the restless elder suddenly paused and turned his head to look towards the door.

At this moment, a stream of purple light instantly shot in from outside the door and finally hovered in front of him.

"Elder 꺶, it's this Holy Lord!"

The cold voice of the Silk Saint Lord reached the ears of the elders.

"Holy Lord?"

After seeing the miserable state of the Silk Saint, the elder's expression changed drastically.

"Holy Lord, where is your body?"

Elder 꺶 asked anxiously.

Suddenly, there was a "bang", and the magic talisman that the Silk Saint Lord was attached to instantly burned up, and turned into ashes in the blink of an eye.

A talisman, carrying the soul of the Holy Lord of Silk, flew thousands of miles away. At this moment, the power it contained was completely consumed.

The soul of the Holy Lord was suspended in the void, and he looked at the elder with a serious face:

"In the battle of the Devil Blood Wasteland, our four holy lands were defeated!"

"In order to escape, this Saint Lord blew up his own body!"

Hearing this, the elder's eyes suddenly showed shock.

With the strength of the Holy Lord, what on earth had happened to him that he was willing to explode his own body in order to escape?

What happened in the Devil's Blood Wasteland?

Is the strength of the Slaughtering Demon Sect already strong enough to easily destroy the four holy places?

The Holy Lord naturally looked at him with doubt.

So he quickly and carefully recounted what had happened.

"That's what happened. It was that evil woman from the Wanyao Pavilion who caused the complete destruction of our four holy places."

At the end, the words of the Holy Lord contained a murderous intent.

Everything he said was too much of a shock to the elders.

No matter what, he could not imagine how strong Ling Yin must be to be able to defeat all four Saint Lords in a one-on-four situation.

But things have already happened, no matter how unreasonable it is, he must convince himself to accept it.

"Holy Lord, look at those soul tablets!"

"Except for you, everyone from our Holy Land who went to the Demon Blood Wasteland this time died."

"Next, how should we deal with the Ten Thousand Medicine Pavilion of the Slaughtering Demon Sect?"

Elder 꺶 pointed at the soul tablets and said with tears in his eyes.

The Silk Saint looked in the direction he pointed, and sure enough, he saw countless shattered soul tablets.

In the entire Holy Soul Temple, there are not many soul tablets that are preserved intact.

The soul of Saint Lord Xisi was shocked, and his eyes were completely stunned.

He knew that the Four Holy Lands were defeated this time, but he never imagined that the Ten Thousand Medicine Pavilion of the Slaughtering Demon Sect would be so cruel.

He actually slaughtered all the powerful people in the Divine Pill Realm and the Hedao Supreme Realm of their Xisi Holy Land.

“Ahhhh, bullshit, bullshit, bullshit!”

"Demon Slaughter Sect, Myriad Medicine Pavilion, I, Xiao Lingyu, will fight you to the death."

"I curse the two of you to be dead and your succession to be cut short..."

The Lord of Silk has completely lost his temper.

He cursed the Wanyao Pavilion of the Slaughtering Demon Sect like a swearing woman in the street.

Elder 꺶 looked at his crazy look and fell silent for a while.

After a while, perhaps because he was tired, the Holy Lord finally stopped cursing, but the look in his eyes became more and more crazy.

At this moment, Elder 꺶 asked seriously: "Holy Lord, what should we do next?"

"The Ten Thousand Medicine Pavilion of the Slaughtering Demon Sect will definitely come knocking on our door."

"Even if we have a sect defense formation, we may not be able to stop them."

not necessarily?

The Holy Lord of Silk, who was familiar with Ye Chuyao's strength, knew it very well.

The powerful array of the Silk Sacred Land could not stop Ye Chuyao.

"Elder, before returning to the Holy Land, this Holy Lord has already thought of a way to deal with it!"

"If we want to deal with the joint attack of the Slaughtering Demon Sect and the Wanyao Pavilion, ordinary means are useless."

Hearing this, the elder suddenly felt uneasy.

"Holy Lord, what are you going to do?" Elder 꺶 asked cautiously.

"I want to enter the forbidden area and merge with the corpse of the first generation ancestor!"

"I am now in the form of a soul. After merging with the body of the first ancestor, I should be able to unleash some of his combat power."

"Even if it's just the Grandmaster's fighting power, it's enough to deal with a strong enemy."

The Saint Lord Xisi said indifferently.

Hearing this, the elder's face suddenly changed: "Holy Lord, this is absolutely not allowed!"

"You should know clearly what is suppressed under the flesh body of the First Ancestor."

"Without the First Master's physical body to suppress it, once that thing is released, it will surely be reduced to charcoal."

The dialogue between the two contains a lot of information.

It is not only the physical body of the first generation ancestor, but also a suppressive object... Obviously, this sacred place of silk is not that simple and contains many secrets.

Seeing that the elders opposed his decision, the Lord of Silk said in a cold voice:

"Based on the way those people from the Slaughter Heaven Demon Sect act, they will definitely not stop until our Xisi Holy Land is destroyed!"

"If the Silk Sacred Land is completely destroyed, what else will we have left for it?"

"What does the charcoal of the spirit have to do with us?"

"Besides, ants are still ants. Even if more of them die, it won't matter."

"As long as there is hope for our Holy Land to survive, no matter what we do, it is worth it!"

Saint Lord Xisi's words left Elder 꺶 completely speechless.

After a while, he closed his eyes slightly and said in a tired voice: "In this case, everything is up to the Holy Lord!"

.........

Soon, the elder, the Holy Lord of Xisi, came to the so-called forbidden area of ​​the Xisi Holy Land.

It was a deep and dark stone cave, the entrance of which was sealed by a stone door, on which a strong defensive formation was arranged.

The Holy Lord of Silk cast one spell after another, and the defensive formation quickly dissipated.

Then the stone gate began to rumble and rise up.

"Let's go, Elder 꺶!"

In front of the Holy Lord, the two figures instantly disappeared into the stone cave.

They moved very quickly and soon reached the end of the cave.

There is nothing else here except a teleportation array with a diameter of more than ten meters.

"Holy Lord, are you really going to do that?"

The elder asked again seriously.

"Besides this method, is there any other way for us to keep the Holy Land alive?"

The Holy Lord Xisi turned his head and asked.

Hearing this, Elder 꺶 fell silent.

"The arrow is on the string and must be shot!"

"Besides, those cruel demons don't want to leave us any chance to survive."

"This Saint Lord is also desperate and has made a desperate bet!"

Lord Xisi let out a long sigh, and then a resolute look appeared on his face.

One step forward and he was immersed in the formation.

Elder 꺶 had a complicated expression. He was worried that even if they stopped the Lutian Demon Sect's Wanyao Pavilion this time.

Once that thing is released, the entire Sacred Land of Silk will be reduced to ashes, right?

"Forget it, forget it, let's take it one step at a time!"

"Let me help the Xisi Holy Land survive this disaster first."

As soon as he thought of this, he flashed and disappeared into the teleportation formation.

.........

When the two appeared again, they had come deep underground in the holy land.

This is a huge underground secret room.

In the center of the secret room was a huge altar, but there were no incense burners, candles, or anything else on the altar.

There was only a huge ice coffin lying across the sky.

This ice coffin was bound by black chains as thick as wrists. These chains were covered with golden spells and looked extremely extraordinary.

As for the other ends of these chains, they are deeply embedded in the altar.

Inside the ice coffin, a figure was lying quietly.

The man looked to be in his thirties and had a handsome appearance.

The most eye-catching thing is his hair, which is ice blue, very rare.

"Grandmaster, I, the unfilial descendant Xiao Lingyu, hereby apologize to you!"

"Now that my holy land is in trouble, I can only rely on the power of my ancestors to protect the inheritance of the holy land."

"If I have disturbed the ancestor, please forgive me."

The soul of the Holy Lord floated in the air and kowtowed three times respectfully towards the ice coffin on the altar.

Elder 꺶 was also not idle and followed suit and did the same thing.

After doing all this, the Holy Lord Xisi turned around and looked at Elder 꺶: "Elder 꺶, protect this Holy Lord!"

"This Saint Lord is about to begin!"