Chapter 217 He is like a nightmare, taking away my beloved, this hatred is irreconcilable, destroying the eight realms
"Ms. Wang Yu, what on earth happened..."
Ye Ming's face regained its composure. He took a few steps forward, came to the door of the quiet room, and asked in a deep voice.
"I'm not too sure, it seems like the people from the Blood Immortal Sect have suddenly set their sights on our sect and want to capture our disciples to use as medicine to refine pills..."
The female disciple named Wang Yu had a pretty face and some freckles on both sides of her nose, which made her look more youthful.
But at this moment, her face was very pale, and her eyes could not hide her fear and worry. It took a lot of courage for her to rush back here in the first time and remind Ye Ming to escape.
Now many disciples of Chenyu Sect have fled to the back mountain, and have no intention of caring about the lives of others.
When Wang Yu rescued Ye Ming, she ignored the dissuasion of other senior sisters and secretly let Ye Ming heal his wounds in the quiet room where she used to practice meditation.
She is a kind-hearted person and she simply cannot stand by and watch someone die.
"Blood Immortal Cult..."
“It’s really abominable.”
"If I recover from my injuries, I will definitely make these demons of the Blood Immortal Cult pay a heavy price."
Ye Ming's face was as gloomy as water, his fists were clenched tightly, and he seemed very angry.
However, this action seemed to trigger his injury again, making his face paler and a trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
"Master Ye Chen, your injuries have not healed yet, so you'd better not get angry. You should run for your life right now."
“The Blood Immortal Cult is becoming more and more unscrupulous. Even the Saint Ling Zhuyun of the Yao Chi Sect was hunted down by them. All the major immortal sects are helpless against the Blood Immortal Cult. What can we do?” Wang Yu’s eyes were filled with sadness and powerlessness.
"Ling Zhuyun..."
Hearing this familiar name, Ye Ming looked a little dazed, but then he quickly recovered.
Maybe I will never have the chance to explain it to her in this lifetime.
"In that case, Miss Wang Yu, let's run for our lives. You should be very familiar with the back mountain of Chenyu Sect, so I'll trouble you to lead the way..."
Ye Ming did not dare to show up rashly. He was not sure whether the people from the Blood Immortal Sect were targeting him. Now he could only follow the disciples of the Chenyu Sect and escape to the back mountain.
Once he enters the mountains, he will have a chance to escape the Blood Immortal Cult's pursuit.
Soon, Wang Yu led the way and took Ye Ming to the deeper part of the back mountain. The many Chenyu Sect disciples who were fleeing could not care about this man who suddenly appeared, and the place was in chaos.
"There are many fish that have escaped the net in the back mountain..."
But soon, masters from the Blood Immortal Sect noticed the many disciples of the Chenyu Sect who were fleeing here, and streaks of blood were rushing towards here from the sky.
"The people from the Blood Immortal Cult are here."
“Run away…”
"Someone come and save us."
Upon seeing this, many disciples of Chenyu Sect immediately showed despair on their faces.
"Fight them. I'd rather die than let them catch me."
There were also many disciples who were extremely resolute and heroic. They would rather die than surrender. They fought back with anger on their faces, intending to die heroically, and fought together with the masters of the Blood Immortal Sect.
However, this was obviously just an egg against a rock. The gap in strength was too great. They were defeated as soon as they started fighting, and they all coughed up blood and flew away.
The scene was extremely tragic for a moment.
"They are coming towards me. These people from the Blood Immortal Sect are really haunting us."
"I really want to shoot them all to death one by one."
Ye Ming watched all this from afar with a very gloomy face. Then he saw several streaks of blood falling in the direction he was fleeing.
"Don't be reckless. Once you make a move, you will be noticed by the strong men of the Blood Immortal Sect. With your current cultivation strength, you are far from being a match for the Eighth Realm masters."
"Even if you use secret methods to forcibly improve your cultivation, you will still be defeated. Instead, you may expose your location and attract a greater pursuit."
"The only way now is to try to escape..." The old ghost advised Ye Ming not to be reckless.
The two of them are in a very dangerous situation now and cannot be easily exposed to others.
"I know, I won't be reckless." Ye Ming nodded with a grim expression, and then followed closely behind Wang Yu.
"There are actually men in this Chenyu Sect..."
"Haha, maybe he's the mistress of some female disciple."
Not far away, there was a burst of bright light, and several rays of blood suddenly fell from the sky, transforming into several figures in blood-red robes, which landed in front of Ye Ming.
"Master Ye Chen, you are injured and cannot attack."
"Run away quickly, I'll help you hold them back..."
Seeing these ferocious men with hideous and mocking looks on their faces, Wang Yu's face turned pale immediately.
But she still resolutely stood in front of Ye Ming, intending to delay time for him, even though the hand holding the sword was shaking slightly.
"Haha, interesting."
"She is not very pretty, but at this critical moment, she actually wants her lover to escape first."
"It seems like she's not a virgin anymore. I want to try and see if she'll sacrifice herself for her man..."
Several monks from the Blood Immortal Sect stared at Wang Yu with amusement, constantly scanning her graceful figure with lustful eyes.
"Stop talking nonsense."
"Mr. Ye Chen and I have no such relationship at all."
Wang Yu had never been insulted and teased like this before. Upon hearing this, his face turned red and he shouted angrily.
"Oh, she's still angry. If it doesn't matter, then why did you let him escape first?"
"Why is this pretty boy worthy of you treating him like this?"
Several monks from the Blood Immortal Sect played like a cat playing with a mouse, with a playful look on their faces, and were not in a hurry to take action.
"I...I just can't leave the injured behind, and I can't stand by and watch them die."
Wang Yu shouted and suddenly drew out the long sword in her hand. The sword was as sharp as water and rushed towards several people.
"Miss Wang Yu..."
Ye Ming looked at the pretty woman standing in front of him, gritted his teeth, his expression changed from gloomy to bright, and he was struggling and hesitating in his heart.
"Master Ye Chen, run away quickly."
Wang Yu started fighting with the people in front of him, and seemed to know what Wang Yu was hesitating and struggling about, but he still shouted.
"This girl has a pure heart, but it's a pity that such people are destined to not go far in this world." The old ghost's voice, with a hint of emotion, sounded in Ye Ming's heart.
Ye Ming did not respond. He gritted his teeth, turned around and fled in another direction.
The sound of Wang Yu fighting with several others behind him became increasingly distant, until only the whistling sound of the wind remained in his ears.
He didn't want to die, nor did he want to be noticed by the people of the Blood Immortal Cult and be hunted again, so he had to run for his life.
He had had enough of this miserable life, like a rat crossing the street.
"I just want to survive. I am not wrong. People are selfish, and I am no exception. I am sorry, Miss Wang Yu."
"If anything happens to you, when I have achieved success in my cultivation, I will definitely slaughter the Blood Immortal Sect to avenge you and repay you for saving my life that day."
Ye Ming gritted his teeth, his eyes were extremely determined, and his heart seeking the truth seemed more resolute than ever at this moment.
Phew…
In the distance there was the sound of blood splattering, as if a sharp blade easily cut through flesh, accompanied by bursts of screams.
Ye Ming's figure trembled, but he did not look back, as if he did not want to see the tragic scene.
But soon, he noticed something wrong. These screams were not coming from the woman.
"Someone is coming..." the old ghost said at the right time.
"What is that?"
"Zhu Yun? Why is she here?"
Ye Ming stopped in his tracks when he heard that. In shock, he turned back to look in the direction he had just escaped.
In the void, there was a woman in snow-white clothes, as clear and holy as the moon. She was leaning on a sword, with her long black hair dancing in the wind. She was shrouded in a hazy glow, making her look like a banished fairy, ethereal, gorgeous and extremely moving.
As his white wrist swung, sword lights came down like rain, and one monk after another from the Blood Immortal Sect was pierced by the sword lights and cried out in pain.
The bodies of those Blood Immortal Sect monks who had just teased and insulted Wang Yu had already been torn apart and were dead beyond death.
Although Wang Yu was injured, he was not seriously injured. He looked up at the sky with joy and excitement, as if he did not expect someone to come to rescue them.
"Bamboo rhyme..."
"How can this be?"
Ye Ming stared blankly at the scene not far away, and a deep regret and bitterness suddenly surged in his heart.
He suddenly regretted why he didn't take action just now, but chose to run away.
From a distance, he noticed that Ling Zhuyun seemed to be looking at his location, with some surprise and confusion in her eyes.
But soon, that doubt turned into shock, chill, and disbelief.
Ye Ming trembled all over, and felt that something that belonged to him in his heart was constantly slipping away in this moment.
He quickly lowered his head and pretended not to see it, but his body was shaking continuously.
"She recognized you..."
"Although your current identity is Ye Yun, Ge Qixing has already exposed your true identity."
"That day in Anqiu City, she was attacked by people from the Blood Fairy Cult, and you shouldn't have stepped forward." The old ghost was silent for a long time, as if he had not expected that there would be such a coincidence in the world.
If Ye Ming had not listened to him just now, he would rather expose himself and take action bravely.
Then if Ling Zhuyun shows up, everything might still be salvageable and explainable.
Unfortunately, there are not so many ifs in this world.
One wrong step, all wrong.
"She and I are not meant to be together. This may be fate..."
Ye Ming was in a state of disarray. His eyes no longer had the firmness they had just now, and he even looked a little dazed and dull.
He just felt very panicked and confused at the moment, and at the same time, there was indescribable sourness, pain, and regret.
Ling Zhuyun did not chase after him. Even though her eyes were still filled with shock and disbelief, she immediately rushed towards the other members of the Blood Immortal Sect, trying to save more disciples of the Chenyu Sect.
"Ling Zhuyun, you finally showed up."
"Where are you going to escape to today?"
At this moment, the sky trembled, a loud shout rang out, and rolling blood clouds covered the sky and the sun, instantly enveloping the place as if a vast ocean was surging.
A burly figure like a demon god came walking in the air, his robes fluttering, his hair flying, his eyes cold and cruel as he stared at Ling Zhuyun who had made the move.
Elder Xue Chi, who had reached the eighth realm of cultivation, made his move. As soon as he appeared, he displayed his powerful and terrifying strength, as if a peerless demon god had revived. His brows, forehead, and cheeks were all covered with dense blood-colored demon patterns.
A blood-red phantom of a Chilong stretched across the sky and earth. Its eyes were like a blood-red lake and its body was like a mountain range. Its terrifying pressure was so intimidating that it made people feel suffocated.
Many elders of the Chenyu Sect who were fighting in the midst of a fierce battle felt their blood boiling and their hearts seemed to be about to explode after hearing this angry shout. They froze in mid-air as if struck by lightning, and then fell down like dumplings in a pot.
A powerful being in the eighth realm has already controlled the power of heaven and earth. A cultivator in the seventh realm is no different from a child playing house in front of him.
In immortal sects like Chenyu Sect, most of the elders are only at the sixth level of cultivation.
Under the murderous roar of Elder Xuechi, his body almost collapsed and exploded.
Ling Zhuyun was the first to be hit. Her body trembled, and a trickle of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth, which was covered with a veil, and soon dyed the veil red.
"If you surrender, I will let go of all the disciples and elders of the Chenyu Sect."
Elder Xuechi walked in the air, and every step seemed to be stepping on the veins of heaven and earth, shaking the mountains and causing the earth to crack.
Seeing this scene, all the elders and disciples of Chenyu Sect felt as if their minds were about to collapse, with despair in their eyes.
"Despicable..." Ling Zhuyun looked at him with cold eyes.
Elder Xuechi stared at her, sneered, and too lazy to talk nonsense, he stretched out his palm. A sea of blood rolled, blood energy swirled, the sky and the earth rumbled, it was like a mountain pressing down, bringing people unimaginable feeling of oppression.
"Bamboo rhyme..."
Ye Ming watched this scene from afar and felt his heart tremble. He was extremely worried and was about to take action.
But he also knew his own strength very well. Even if he had another epiphany between life and death, he would never be a match for a powerful person like Elder Xue Chi.
Above the sky, the blood was thick, covering half of the sky.
Seeing that the palm was about to fall in front of Ling Zhuyun and suppress her, the void around her suddenly twisted, and a slender palm like white jade stretched out and collided with it lightly.
With a loud bang, in just a moment, the terrifying and surging energy exploded, like a hurricane sweeping around, the autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves, and large areas of the void collapsed, unable to withstand the aura of this palm.
The mountains and trees on all sides seemed to have been plowed by a ferocious beast, and all collapsed and cracked.
Elder Xuechi, who was sneering as if he was trapped in a jar, suddenly froze in his tracks.
The figure standing in the mid-air kept retreating several steps, leaving big cracks in the air with each step.
"Who is it?"
He looked at his numb arm, restrained his previous sneer and contempt, became cautious and angry, stared at the void beside Ling Zhuyun, and growled.
"Great, someone came to rescue us."
"I knew that there would be someone in this world who would not let the Blood Immortal Cult do whatever it wants."
Such a scene made the many elders and disciples of Chenyu Sect around them all stunned, and then they became delighted and excited.
Ling Zhuyun was a little confused, subconsciously thinking that it was the sect's supreme elder who had learned of this and rushed over, but a familiar aura told her that it was not the Yao Chi Sect's supreme elder who took action.
The void in front of her was still twisting, and a dark crack appeared, as if it was torn apart easily by someone. A vast strong wind swept through, and a terrible nothingness continued to spread there.
Soon, chaotic mist overflowed, as if coming from an unknown dimension and time. The hazy white mist spread, and a slender figure stepped out from there. His robe was whiter than snow, spotless, like a young immortal walking out of an ancient ink painting, transcendent and otherworldly.
In an instant, the whole world seemed to be silent.
The violent aura that was raging just now was also suppressed and calmed down.
"Jiang Lan..."
Ye Ming stared at that place intently, his eyes wide open, his teeth clenched, his eyes full of disbelief and anger, and deep hatred and murderous intent surging from his whole body.
Jiang Lan, it's Jiang Lan again! No matter where he goes or appears, Jiang Lan will show up.
He was like a lingering nightmare, haunting me all the time.
"Why did he appear again..."
"He's chasing us again."
Ye Ming's whole body was shaking, his eyes gradually turned blood red, and his hatred for Jiang Lan could no longer be described in words.
At this moment, he even had the urge to rush forward and fight with Jiang Lan regardless of everything.
The old ghost wanted to speak up and ask Ye Ming to stop being impulsive, but he didn't know what to say at this moment.
Today, everything seems to be a foregone conclusion.
It seemed as if Ye Ming was covered by an invisible net from the very beginning. He was like a moth that had hit the net. No matter how he struggled, he could not escape the fate of being tightened by the net in the end.
"Jiang Lan, the Holy Son of Taiyi Sect?"
Under the sky, Elder Xuechi stared at Jiang Lan who walked out of the void, his eyes filled with surprise and uncertainty.
When that palm collided with his own just now, he subconsciously thought that this was a being at the same level as himself, whose strength and cultivation were profound and not inferior to his own.
But he never expected that the person coming would be Jiang Lan, the most famous and popular person of the younger generation in Zhongtianzhou during this period.
He is only in his twenties. How can he compare with a peerless demon like himself who has practiced for thousands of years?
"It's Jiang Lan, the Saint of Taiyi Sect..."
"Great, we are saved."
In the collapsed ruins of Chenyu Sect, many elders and disciples watched this scene and couldn't help but feel excited and encouraged, seeing the hope of survival.
Many disciples raised their beautiful faces and looked at the figure under the sky. Their eyes were full of colors, their red lips were tightly pursed, and they were secretly excited.
"Jiang Lan?"
"What brings you here?"
Ling Zhuyun stared at Jiang Lan beside her in a daze, her beautiful eyes full of disbelief. After she came to her senses, her tone was full of joy.
"I heard that you were being hunted by the Blood Immortal Cult and were seriously injured. You fled to the Luanyun Mountains. I was worried that something might happen to you, so I rushed here." Jiang Lan responded with a smile.
Ling Zhuyun's face under the veil suddenly turned red. Her heart felt warm and touched, with indescribable emotions.
"you……"
She murmured for a long time but couldn't say anything. She just felt that Jiang Lan's words in public made her ears hot and her slender white neck turned red. She was very shy.
Upon hearing this, many elders and disciples of Chenyu Sect were extremely envious.
Which woman has not fantasized about being in danger and having someone thinking of her and coming from afar to rescue her at the first possible moment?
Moreover, the person who came was of noble status. He was the holy son of Taiyi Sect, the leader of the immortal sects, and the future Emperor of Heaven who was famous throughout the world.
Perhaps only the Holy Maiden of Yao Chi Sect, who is known as the most beautiful woman in Zhongtianzhou, can receive such treatment.
"Jiang Lan..."
"You stole my beloved..."
"I hate it."
Ye Ming, who was far away, looked at the two people above the sky. He felt sourness, pain, and unwillingness in his heart, and his heart was trembling.
Especially at this moment, the two of them stood side by side, the girl was beautiful and stunningly beautiful, and the boy was handsome and elegant, with a graceful demeanor. They were like a pair of immortals. I am afraid that in the world today, there will be no more two people who are so well matched.
He had never seen Ling Zhuyun's panic mixed with shyness and joy, even her brows were tinged with joy.
Ye Ming's clenched teeth chattered up and down, his heart was bleeding and trembling constantly.
In comparison, he was like a stinky rat in the sewer, worthy of living only in filth and shadows.
The culprit who caused him to suffer such an end is now having an intimate conversation with his beloved.
"Jiang Lan, the Holy Son of Taiyi Sect..."
"You actually ignored me, so today I will test your ability."
At this time, Elder Xuechi finally confirmed that Jiang Lan's cultivation level was not at the Eighth Level Tribulation Bridge Realm.
He was surprised and worried just now, but now that he saw that he was only at the seventh level of cultivation, he felt relieved.
Jiang Lan could kill a half-step eighth realm powerhouse, but the gap between a true eighth realm powerhouse and that half-step one could be described as a chasm.
Not to mention that he is not an ordinary eighth-level powerful being. He has already survived three heavenly tribulations. As long as he survives one more, he can be called the most powerful.
The palm strike he made just now was only 30% of his strength, otherwise, how could he suffer a loss? At that moment, Elder Xue Chi took the lead and did not give Jiang Lan a chance to react. In his opinion, as long as he could kill Jiang Lan, his prestige in the Blood Fairy Sect would rise to several levels again.
The Taiyi Sect is the leader of the immortal sects, and has always been irreconcilable with the Blood Immortal Sect.
Then today he would kill the Holy Son of Taiyi Sect and spread the holy power of the Blood Immortal Sect.
"Jiang Lan, be careful..."
Ling Zhuyun reacted and saw a blood-red Chilong with a body as big as a mountain, wrapped in endless bloody murderous aura, rushing towards here, fierce and domineering, and she couldn't help but let out a cry.
"The Blood Immortal Cult has slaughtered people everywhere, causing the wrath of heaven and the resentment of the people. Today I will take in this evil dragon of yours and rid the people of this harm."
"It just so happens that Grandma Xuesha and Taoist Youming are lonely on the road."
"You can go and accompany them too."
Jiang Lan was in a relaxed posture. He swung his wide sleeves, and all of a sudden it seemed as if the stars moved and the sun and the moon lost their luster. The image of Elder Xue Chi collided with his palm, causing the entire world to tremble.
"So Xuesha and Youming died in your hands..."
The eyes of Elder Xue Chi turned cold, and the huge phantom of his Dharma body opened its bloody mouth, and blew out an endless fishy wind with corrosiveness, trying to swallow Jiang Lan.
No one dared to get close and quickly left.
Although Jiang Lan has not yet entered the eighth realm, the power and might in his every move is even more terrifying than that of Elder Xuechi.
Soon, the expression of Elder Xue Chi, no longer as arrogant and strong as before, began to change.
This child cannot be judged by common sense.
Boom!!!
There were huge collisions again and again, as if the world was turning upside down, or the sea of gods was surging, or the Milky Way was pouring down. There was a vast light between heaven and earth, all kinds of energies intertwined, and then exploded, incomparably bright and dazzling.
This is no longer a method that ordinary cultivators can understand. It seems that picking stars and grabbing the moon is just a piece of cake for them.
"With the help of heaven and earth, this boy is not far from the eighth realm..."
"This cultivation speed is incredible."
Even though he had a grudge against Jiang Lan, Lao Gui couldn't help but marvel at this moment.
"Eight Realms..."
Ye Ming felt dizzy again, with cold hands and feet. He thought that one day he would be able to catch up with Jiang Lan, trample him under his feet, and avenge all his grudges.
But now the gap between them is getting bigger and bigger, so big that he can't catch up at all.
"Run away. Ling Zhuyun has already recognized you. Once Jiang Lan is free, I'm afraid he will come looking for you."
“Although the Chen Sect is being targeted by all parties, we can only flee there…” The old ghost thought of a final solution for him.
Ye Ming gritted his teeth. While everyone was paying attention to the shocking battle, he no longer hesitated. He turned into a stream of light and went into the deep forest.
At this moment, even Wang Yu, the disciple of Chenyu Sect who had saved him before, stared at the sky without blinking, his eyes full of respect and admiration.
Only Ling Zhuyun seemed to look in the direction where Ye Ming had just escaped, then thought of something, sighed quietly, and did not chase after him.
Above the sky, the battle between Jiang Lan and Elder Xuechi was still going on.
The terrifying and surging divine power and demonic energy overflowed and continued to rush in all directions.
There, the void was shattered to a certain extreme, turning into powder piece by piece, revealing the deep, boundless, and chilling nothingness.
The elephant is invisible, the great sound is silent, and where the two were, a broken void was formed.
The horror and strength of Jiang Lan's physical body were fully revealed at this moment.
As his punch landed, the shattered void trembled, like a dead leaf in a storm, covered with horrible cracks. A gust of wind from his fist swept past, leaving a collapsed hole.
Boom, boom, boom…
Horrible black holes appeared one after another around him. Between his palms and fingers, there was a misty air flow like chaotic fog. He seemed to be standing in the chaos, opening up one world after another.
Elder Xuechi was so frightened that his face turned pale and he was trembling, no longer as majestic and domineering as he was at the beginning.
Streaks of blood splattered, his arm was broken, revealing the white bone fragments.
He is of Chilong bloodline, and his physical body is also known to be powerful in the same realm. However, in front of Jiang Lan, it is like an eggshell that breaks at the slightest touch. He grimaced in pain and cried out in agony.
"This boy's ferocity is beyond imagination..."
"I am no match for him at all."
Elder Xuechi was afraid. At his level, he didn't care much about anything except life and death. It was not shameful to escape, but it was shameful to die at the hands of Jiang Lan and become a stepping stone for his fame.
Thinking of this, he began to consider backing out.
However, Jiang Lan had already anticipated his plan. At the moment when Elder Xuechi was about to escape, he raised his arm horizontally, and a supreme seal with shining light appeared. The sun and the moon lost their luster, and the stars dimmed, and it blasted away like a towering mountain.
Elder Xuechi brought out all kinds of dazzling magical weapons to fight back, among which were several Taoist weapons with condensed Taoist traces, which were extremely powerful.
The light here is shocking and makes people tremble. One by one, the magic weapons are shattered and exploded, turning into powder on the ground.
Elder Xuechi's scalp tingled. He thought he could hold Jiang Lan back for a while, but who would have thought that even his Taoist weapon would be covered by his fist light and turned into pieces.
Under the gazes of everyone, Jiang Lan was surrounded by mist and light, his robes were fluttering, and the light of his fists was overwhelming, just like a real Emperor of Heaven, filling up the sky, leaving Elder Xue Chi with nowhere to hide and could only bite the bullet and fight against him.
Boom!!!
Then, Jiang Lan's punch landed hard on his chest. There was a crisp sound of bone cracking, and then blood exploded. A horrible big hole pierced the Blood Chi Elder from front to back.
He let out a painful cry, blood splattered everywhere, and with the support of his powerful vitality, he transformed into his original form, a Chilong, and tried to escape far away.
Cry...
The next moment, flames surged. Jiang Lan opened his five fingers, and a fairy phoenix with bright feathers and raging flames appeared. Its wings covered the sky, and it opened its mouth and spurted out a sea of fire, which spread and submerged the sky for hundreds of miles in an instant. Elder Xue Chi, who had transformed into his original form, screamed in pain.
Finally, the Immortal Phoenix stretched out its claws, tearing the void, grabbing the Blood Chi Elder like it was preying on a baby snake, and then tearing it apart in mid-air.
With a hissing sound, blood surged out, just like a pool of blood pouring out, and blood began to rain from the sky and on the ground.
Only two pieces of the Blood Chi elder were left. He fell to the ground, his eyes dim, still filled with disbelief and despair.
"How is it possible..."
"I will die in your hands."
Blood gushed out of his mouth. The vitality of the Eighth Realm Great Power was extremely strong. Until this moment, he was still alive.
"You have lasted so long in my hands. Your strength is not much weaker than that of the most powerful."
Jiang Lan stood in the air, surrounded by chaotic mist, making him look like a god descending to the earth, overlooking the world.
He clasped his palms together, and there was a loud shaking sound between heaven and earth. The power of heaven and earth responded, and the Qi of the surrounding void circulated. In the plane of nothingness, the power of the world was roaring.
Under the shocked gazes of everyone, Elder Xuechi cried out miserably, as if he was being squeezed by an invisible force of heaven and earth.
In the end, the soul inside exploded with a bang, and the body and soul were completely destroyed.
Seeing this scene, all the elders and disciples of Chenyu Sect around were plunged into shock and deathly silence.
"Very good……"
"Saved."
"As expected of the world-famous Saint Son Jiang Lan, he can destroy a powerful being in the eighth realm with just a wave of his hand. This is too powerful."
A moment later, cheers of joy and survival suddenly rang out from among the ruins.
Eyes filled with shock, admiration, respect and gratitude converged upon him.
The other masters of the Blood Immortal Sect, seeing that Elder Xue Chi was dead, knew that the situation was hopeless and did not dare to stay any longer.
However, Ling Zhuyun would not let them escape safely. She chased after them one after another, determined to wipe out the entire clan.
Many elders and disciples of Chenyu Sect also cooperated to sort out the battle situation and eliminate the remaining members of Xuexian Sect.
A disaster that would wipe out an entire family was safely resolved because of the appearance of Jiang Lan.
In a quiet room somewhere in the back mountain of Chenyu Sect, several elders knocked on the stone door of the retreat and finally invited the sect leader Lu Chenyu out.
However, everything that happened in Chenyu Sect before their eyes made them stunned, and they couldn't come back to their senses for a long time.
"Ye Ming, nothing more than that..."
"I thought this was your only chance of success, but you didn't fight for it."
Jiang Lan's figure floated and fell from the void, and then under the grateful gaze of many Chenyu Sect elders and disciples, he came to the disciple named Wang Yu.
(End of this chapter)
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