Chapter 433 Blood-stained Western Territory
The entire Yuntian Fairyland was shrouded in magical energy, the earth was shaking, the blood mist was surging, and scriptures were flying everywhere.
The golden light moved at a very fast speed, like a twinkling star. The nearest states all felt the might of the Zen Sea Guanwu, and countless creatures knelt down and worshiped the Immortal Origin.
The army of the dead no longer has the momentum it had at the beginning.
Some of the Ghost Marquises and Ghost Kings sensed something was wrong, and when they looked into the distance, they saw that the Ghost King they had always been loyal to, whose combat power was comparable to that of humans, was blown up by a palm from an unknown entity.
The powerful men from the Demon Kingdom who presided over the blood sacrifice altar were very sensitive to danger. When they saw Qingluan's half-body falling off the cliff, they immediately ordered their men to pack up and evacuate at any time.
The strong ones who can cultivate to the Dao Seed Realm and the Changsheng Realm all have extraordinary insight and their own judgment of the situation.
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Almost all of them have powerful protective treasures and escape techniques that they have practiced for thousands of years.
But, there is no way to stop it, no way to escape it.
The strength and speed of Chan Hai Guan Wu, who used the immortal art of physical body, were beyond their understanding.
"If she could maintain her current state, she would have used this move long ago. I don't believe that there is an invincible enemy under the Emperor of Martial Arts."
Qilin Zang said in a deep voice to stabilize the army's morale, and then looked at the prince of the Demon Kingdom.
A determined light flashed in the eyes of both men. The indomitable will accumulated from thousands of years of practice had quickly suppressed the fear in their hearts and restored their strong will to fight.
"war!"
The Demonic Prince had a strong body, an upright physique, and vitality far superior to other transcendents, and his neck grew back.
The upper body was torn and the blood flowing from the wounds burned into inky devil flames. The surrounding sky also turned inky black.
The space around his ancestral field was shaking violently, causing the flesh in his abdomen to be torn apart.
"Apocalypse..."
The Demon Prince spread his arms and roared to the sky.
From the ancestral field, a long river of scriptures and a sea of dharma energy gushed out, wrapping around the body and forming layers of protective barriers.
The residual waves that escaped alone flattened the ground beneath his feet, mile by mile. The Lingxiao City in the distance was constantly being washed away by the black magic energy.
The Third Palace Master controlled the ghost flag and flew towards the south city of Lingxiao City.
The towering body of the ghost god Moye, carrying clouds of ghostly energy, stood on the edge of the ruined city, spitting out the Turin Cold Fire from his mouth, blocking the destructive aura released by the prince of the Demon Kingdom.
At this moment, the people in Lingxiao City are far from being completely evacuated.
The fourth immortal gate, "Apocalypse", is the most powerful. The prince of the Demon Kingdom cannot fully control it at present. It takes time and a price to release it.
How could Chanhai Guanwu give him a chance?
She immediately dropped from mid-air and swung her sword.
The Second Palace Master and Lord Lan intercepted from the left and right to buy time for the Prince of the Demon Kingdom.
The orchid pattern on Lord Lan's forehead flickered, and on his skin, the Emperor's scriptures appeared. His body burst out with the Emperor's residual power. Lightning flew out of every hair, and every look in his eyes could split the void, climbing to the strongest state.
“Boom!”
The Kongming Sword cut through the light shield held up by the yellow mud lamp, and all the light and shadows in the sea of corpses were annihilated.
Zen Hai Guan Wu fell to the ground, and the three of them fought in a group.
The Second Palace Master was very fast, her body turned into lightning, assisting Lord Lan, wandering around the edge of the battle circle. She had practiced the "Nine Heavens Secret Collection" and had a very high level of attainment in thunder magic.
Lord Lan was very powerful and he managed to block Chan Hai Guan Wu's attack in a short period of time.
“Bang!”
The two swords in the hands of the Second Palace Master were split into two broken swords by Chan Hai Guan Wu. A deep blood line appeared on his chest, and the five qi seas in his body exploded, and his magic energy fell into chaos.
She flew backwards for dozens of miles, blood gushing out of her mouth.
Looking at the two broken swords in her hands, the Second Palace Master no longer had any will to fight back. Her arms became weak and the broken swords fell to the ground. She had always been strong and refused to admit defeat. She wanted to compete with anyone.
I felt that I was being locked in by Zenhai Guanwu's gaze.
How could she not understand that her death was approaching?
Escape, it's impossible to escape.
The Second Palace Master certainly didn't want to die, so he knelt down like he had done every time he made a mistake when he was young, tears streaming down his face: "Master... I was wrong... I know I was wrong..."
She wants to awaken the emotions in Chanhai Guanwu's heart. Only the emotions of the past can be the best heart-protecting mirror.
The golden figure of Chan Hai Guan Wu appeared in front of her, pointed at her eyebrow and pierced her spiritual world with one finger, and pierced her ancestral land with another palm.
“Bang!”
The Second Palace Master's protective treasure could not stop it at all.
Zuda was shattered, her entire abdomen exploded, and her body was almost torn into pieces from the waist to the abdomen.
Two other-shore heavenly pills appeared in the golden palm of Chanhai Guanwu.
The Second Palace Master seemed to have lost all her strength. She knelt on the ground, her face pale. Her voice was hoarse and leaking due to her shattered lungs: "Master! I will give you my Beyond Heaven Pill. I am truly repentant. From now on, I only wish to become a nun and practice Buddhism... cough cough... to atone for my sins..."
Chanhai Guanwu crushed the two Biantian Pills in front of her, turning them into Dharma mist and endless scriptures that dissipated in the wind.
The Second Palace Master raised his head, incredulous: "No...how could you..."
The results of thousands of years of practice were destroyed right before her eyes.
The thing she cherished most, the great achievement that was more important than her life, was actually crushed into powder by Chan Hai Guan Wu. This psychological shock was too intense, completely beyond her understanding, and it negated her entire past life.
"I will teach you one last lesson. Cultivation is not just for cultivation and strength. If one cultivates only for strength, he will become unscrupulous and fall into the abyss of desire."
Chanhai Guanwu does not want to set a bad example for the "Kongming Jue" lineage.
If she seizes the elixir today, her disciples in the future can use any plausible reasons they can make up to convince themselves to seize the cultivation of their master or disciples.
Zenhai Guanwu has his own way, and he has to cultivate his own other shore elixir.
"Today I will destroy your cultivation and take half of your life. The remaining half will be left to your senior sister. You will spend every day in fear. When she walks out of the Six Minds Mantra, her mind will be improved unprecedentedly, and she will be close to becoming the Son of Martial Arts. From now on, the difference between you two will be the difference between heaven and earth."
Chanhai Guanwu has absolute confidence in Yu Yaozi, and she must overcome the hurdle of Xianmin on her own.
Sow the seeds and reap the fruits.
Only by cutting off the cause can you obtain the result.
“Bang!”
Chanhai Guanwu swung out the Kongming Sword, knocking the Second Palace Master flying over two hundred miles away, and a large amount of blood mist burst out from his body.
Then he turned around without even another glance.
She strode forward, wielding the sword energy of the Styx, attacking the prince of the Demon Kingdom who released the Apocalypse Immortal Gate, and Lord Lan who was holding the yellow mud lamp.
"The emperor awakens his spirit, and the dragon's blood ignites."
“Ouch!”
Qilin Zang transformed into a Qilin body. The emperor's dragon blood and dragon soul inherited from the flying dragon began to burn, and the scales on his body released a green light.
His aura continued to rise, and he already had the power of an emperor.
"Master, take the Hundred Hells Wind Chime."
The Third Palace Master held a ghost flag in his hand, landed on the head of the Moye ghost god, and threw out the Hundred Hells Wind Chimes.
As the bell rang, the surrounding space vibrated and distorted.
Under the nourishment of Lingxiao City's Heavenly Law and Earthly Spring, all the supreme scriptures in the Hundred Hells Wind Chimes were revived, and the released supreme power collided with the four immortal gates, the yellow mud lamps, and the Night Emperor Silver Moon.
Shanjun Huihuo and Ziluan did not dare to approach the battlefield. Instead, they wandered around the edge of the battlefield and used Taoist magic to launch secret attacks.
Soon, the Third Palace Master and Tang Shituo joined the battle, activating the supreme magic weapons "Thunder Sword" and "Immortal Killing Sword" respectively.
"boom!"
“Boom!”
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Large areas of Yuntian Fairyland collapsed.
After the noise died down a bit, Xia Jin and Master Guan climbed to the top of the Immortal Plain.
The once prosperous Lingxiao City was mostly destroyed, and the ruins were filled with smoke and flames. The area south of Xianyuan collapsed hundreds of feet, and the terrain became low and cracked everywhere.
From ancient times to the present, there have been many changes of regime in Lingxiao's habitat.
It was not the first time that Yun Tianxian had suffered a disaster, but it had never been like today, where he was beaten beyond recognition and the landscape had changed. Even the battles between the Martial Arts Emperors had never been like this.
The material structure of Yuntian Fairyland is far superior to the twenty-eight states in the living realm.
The roar of the transcendent battle and the fluctuations of the power of the supreme magic weapon have spread far away from the fairyland and appeared in the western land thousands of miles away.
"Qilin Zang and the others are deliberately leading the war to the west." Xia Jin looked gloomy.
The two of them moved forward cautiously and found Zi Luan's body two thousand miles away from Yuntian Fairyland.
Zi Luan's head disappeared, and her body was crushed by the spatial force of Baiyu Wind Chime, leaving her bones shattered like a ball of purple-red blood mud.
Its corpse is a treasure, but Xia Jin doesn't dare to take it.
This is both the trophy of the Mist Emperor and the daughter of Fei Feng.
From the horizon, the first demon king of Lingxiao Biosphere, “Shanjun Huihuo”, roared unwillingly. All the beasts in the Western Territory crawled on the ground and the sky turned red.
When Xia Jin and Master Guan arrived, a golden tiger corpse the size of a mountain appeared on the land of the Western Territory.
The blood flowing out of the tiger's corpse gathered into a lake, and the surrounding area for hundreds of miles became a dead zone. The supernatural power made this place a restricted area. If a martial artist below the Dao Seed Realm approached, he would be killed by the remnant of the evil spirits.
Master Guan jumped into the blood lake to take a bath, absorbing a large amount of transcendent blood essence before continuing on his way.
Along the way, one could see the corpses of the Transcendents and the fragments of magical instruments. Wherever the battlefield passed, the mountains were shattered, the rivers dried up, and the landforms changed dramatically.
The blood of the Qilin, the devil blood of the Demon Prince, was spilled all over the battlefield, and it was obvious that he had suffered serious injuries.
After passing the God's Pass, the two came to a vast burning field. A long battle broke out here, and the area for hundreds of miles turned into fire.
Lord Lan's yellow mud lantern fell here, creating a canyon over ninety miles long.
The surrounding area is thus kept burning with flames forever.
Even if a martial artist at the Dao Seed Realm approaches, he will be burned to ashes.
Xia Jin found the broken body of Lord Lan at the bottom of the canyon. His soul had been destroyed and one third of his body had been beaten away, leaving it riddled with holes.
She had mixed feelings and was filled with emotion.
Lord Lan possesses the corpse of the Emperor of Martial Arts and has dominated the Southeastern Youjing for thousands of years. He is an extremely ancient existence in the southern part of Yingzhou. Who would have thought that he would die today?
One after another, the most powerful ones with resounding names fell like rain.
Who in the world is not frightened?
The higher the level of cultivation, the greater the fear.
(End of this chapter)
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