He knew that there was no turning back after self-destruction.
Qin Huai next to him twitched the corners of his lips, and didn't know what to say for a moment.
"Help me stop it." Ye Qiao held An Shu tightly in her arms. She could feel Ming Xuan's mood. However, at this time, everyone was panicking. As one of the few fusion-stage people at the scene, Ming Xuan couldn't panic. He had to calm down and stabilize the situation. His face looked very ugly, but he still forced a smile at her: "Okay."
However, he still turned back to look at the elders behind him from time to time. Mingxuan's mind was already unstable, and now his mental breakdown might have become even more serious.
Ye Qiao had no time to give him psychological counseling. The thousands of disciples behind the elder's self-explosion were the most desperate. For the disciples, it was not Qin Fanfan but the elders who brought them in and taught them step by step to grow up.
Since they entered Changming Sect, they had been trained by the masters of the twelve peaks and the elders. Now, seeing the elders they respected most self-destruct was like the sky falling.
Xue Yu tightly protected the children behind him and threw the pill bottle to Duan Hengdao, "Find a way to spread it out."
Duan Hengdao responded with a spiritual fan in his hand, and waved Danyu violently into the group of corpses. The monks who were driven had dazed expressions, and the elixir carried by the wind melted like wax at the slightest touch.
Such a poisonous pill...
Duan Hengdao threw defensive magic weapons one by one in front of him, grinning and thinking, what a loss.
Not only did he give the spiritual weapon to Ye Qiao in vain, but all the magic weapons were used by the people of Changming Sect. If he had known this, he would not have been a spectator.
While eating melons, he sent himself to jail.
Zhu You stood in front of Xue Yu with a sword in hand, and tried his best to help those disciples who were powerless to resist. He saved as many as he could. Perhaps it was because there is no greater sorrow than a dead heart, or perhaps it was because the Seventh Elder was so strong that it made people despair. Four sword cultivators, two of whom were in the fusion stage, were no match for the Seventh Elder's sword.
With this strength, no one can subdue him unless the leader of the Sword Sect comes again.
Countless disciples loosened their swords and wanted to surrender, not intending to struggle anymore.
Zhu You shouted angrily: "Cheer up! Isn't the light of your Changming Sect still here? Those elders blew themselves up because of you. What will happen to the Changming Sect if you die?"
Disciples are hope to the sect.
Perhaps Zhu You's words made some sense. Countless people grasped their swords and tried to make a final dying struggle. At the very least, they wanted to prevent the elders from sacrificing in vain.
The aura of the self-detonation spread in all directions, blocking the sword from falling from the sky. They also began to fight hard, vowing to protect the main peak to the death and not let the Seventh Elder succeed.
…
Ye Qiao’s cut was fierce enough, and the smell of blood spread, driving An Shu crazy.
No one knew what Ye Qiao was doing. It seemed that after she finished speaking, everyone fell silent. She stood behind everyone and watched the scene in front of her.
His look and expression seemed somewhat indifferent.
Nonsense, she had sucked all the blood out of the Dark Book. Ye Qiao pinched it tightly, as if she could sense the owner's collapse and anxiety.
The dark book finally moved, and the snow-white pages suddenly flew into the air. Ye Qiao's eyes lit up and he quickly grabbed them.
In an instant, they were spread out in front of her, and the silk threads covered the entire place with their fangs and claws, and a crazy atmosphere gradually spread.
Ye Qiao unfolded a book with his fingertips, holding up the jet-black book in his palm. The snow-white pages were stained with ink, and countless black lines densely stretched out, making them particularly eye-catching.
Countless people were gasping for breath, looking at the scene in a daze.
Watered with Ye Qiao's blood, Anshu felt so comfortable that he almost screamed, ahhh, it feels so good, he felt so good.
As a result, the entire Yuming Mountain was covered by those silk-like lines, exuding a strong sense of malice.
Good at evil.
Everyone at the scene frowned. Ming Xuan was slightly startled: "That book..."
Where did it come from?
Zhu You murmured to himself: "It feels a bit like the evil weapon that suppressed us thousands of years ago?"
But isn’t that thing sealed in the Wenjian Sect?
How did she get it?
Ye Qiao held the book in one hand, and condensed the palm of her hand. The spirit sword in her hand transformed into a flying fairy sword, and the aura of the peak of incarnation was poured into the sword. At the same time, all things were thrown out, and a thousand-foot vine rose from under her feet to carry her up, and she used the force to jump.
She quickly swung out the Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Origin, and countless mysterious sword shadows hovered beside her, as if waiting for her order. As Ye Qiao swung it down, the swords fell like rain, and the storm sank into the group of corpses!
Ten thousand swords return to their origin.
Ye Qinghan suddenly turned his head to look at her.
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