The more Yin Bi became less crazy, the clearer her mind became.
Along the way, he heard constant shouts and screams, and all kinds of magical weapons were thrown at him. He slashed with his sword, killed people and rushed through the barriers, without slowing down at all.
The number of people who could catch up with him was less than one-tenth of the people left in the snowfield, but there were more than a hundred people, who were chasing him relentlessly from a distance of more than ten feet. Moreover, the road ahead was vast, and there were constantly demon cultivators gathering their strength to block him. It looked like a dark mass. If he was a little slower, he would be caught in a combined attack from both sides.
No matter how you look at it, it's a hopeless and fatal situation.
True essence and demonic energy collided, and the radiance of different magic tools intertwined, illuminating the snow-capped peaks with colorful colors. Wherever Yin Biyue went, a curtain of snow rose to the sky. Blood spurted out on this path, and corpses were scattered all over the ground, extending straight to the snow-capped peaks, as if it led from purgatory on earth to the sky.
Yin Biyue had been killing anyone who stood in his way. Suddenly, he felt a sense of familiarity, as if he had also rushed thousands of miles without regard for his life and climbed the Tongtian Snow Peak.
His mind was highly concentrated, constantly calculating the sword's position and sword moves. Stepping on mountains and rivers rapidly consumed his spiritual consciousness, and the sword energy quickly consumed his true energy, making his meridians burn as if they were about to explode, but he felt no pain, only pleasure.
It feels so good!
The white-haired swordsman walked past the palaces on the snowy peaks, and strange red lights lit up one after another on the red walls and golden tiles. Thousands of red rays also flowed from the edge of the thick dark clouds in the sky.
It was the passive trigger of the large formation buried in the Golden Palace.
There was no one blocking the way in front. The demon cultivator more than ten feet behind him saw the red light rising into the sky and retreated in panic, trying to avoid the indiscriminate attack when the formation was activated.
Yin Biyue stopped at the tallest building within his sight, and stepped on the eaves of the eight-story attic. The strong wind blew his clothes and his sleeves fluttered in the wind. Blood flowed down the Linyuan Sword, and in the blood, it was like a god or demon descending to the world.
A vast expanse of red light filled the space between heaven and earth, and the thick bloody aura condensed into substance, transforming into millions of sharp blades in the air, as dense as a woven net, pressing down on the intruders!
Yu Zhanmei is not here tonight, so the power of the Heavenly Demon Formation is less than half. Otherwise, the blood evil accumulated in the Golden Palace for a million years is enough to turn anyone below the level of a Saint into ashes.
Yin Biyue flew up, and the attic collapsed under his feet. The blood on the sword had long been drained, and the sword blade was as clean as a wash, reflecting the red light all over the sky.
He lowered his wrist and then drew his sword.
The Linyuan Sword flew out of his hand, piercing the air at high speed, and a clear sound was heard, like a dragon's roar in the wild, echoing throughout the snowy plain.
Without cutting through the formation or killing the enemy, the divine soldier goes straight up to the sky.
It was like slashing a sword towards the sky.
The wind direction between heaven and earth suddenly changed.
The thick dark clouds that had been hanging around all year round above the snowfield were pierced by the sword and began to burn violently. The violent heat from the sword instantly evaporated the moisture, and there was no rain or snow at all. The starlight behind the dark clouds flowed out and shone on the white snow, like silver flakes and jade powder, flashing brightly.
As the sword flew along, a dazzling light lit up from the snow, as if drawing a line dividing day and night. The palace of the Golden Palace on the snowy peak, the continuous snow hills and glaciers in the snowy plains were all illuminated one after another.
Throughout the East Land, the demon cultivators who were chasing and blocking, the hunters in the wilderness, and the ordinary people hurrying through the streets of towns, all looked up at the sky at the same moment.
In the long dark night, sparks streaked across the sky, and vaguely one could make out the shape of a sword, piercing through the clouds and mist, revealing the vast starry sky.
There was a supreme pressure faintly emanating from above the nine heavens, and the light of the stars seemed to fall on the sword. The ancient long sword glowed with an irresistible brilliance, as if it was about to burn into a raging fire.
The indigo night sky, the silver starlight, the red flames, the picture is so magnificent and shocking that it is impossible to think.
"What kind of sword is this?"
Yin Biyue stood in the strong wind, and the Linyuan Sword fell from the sky. The process seemed long, but in fact it was only a moment. With surging energy and the power to destroy the world, Linyuan returned to his hand.
The first move of Lingxiao Sword Technique is Galaxy Sinking.
Compared to the faint light of fire during the battle with Wuwang in the seaside town, the difference is more than a world of difference.
The brilliance of the entire starry sky is concentrated on the sword.
Suddenly, some people on the snow peak turned around and ran down the mountain. The number of people was increasing. They didn’t even know why they were going down the mountain. They just followed the instinctive intuition of practitioners and ran down the snow peak as fast as possible.
Rong Zhuo's expression on the edge of the cliff turned completely cold, as if he had guessed what Yin Biyue wanted to do. If he could leave here, or if his power could leave, he would never let this sword take effect.
But at the critical moment, his consciousness was drawn into the illusion of Tianluo Jiuzhuan, under the Meteorite Abyss.
Luo Mingchuan and Yin Biyue have been working together to fight the enemy since Xingshan Temple. They know how to fight with just a glance. Later, they don’t even need to look at each other to know who will lead the enemy, who will assist, when to return to support, and when to attack from both sides.
As soon as the sword energy on Tongtian Snow Peak came together, Luo Mingchuan made a decision. This technique was similar to the meditation state of Liaoguan. If Rong Zhuo broke through the state, he would also suffer a serious backlash.
Rong Zhuo was in a fantasy world at the moment, fighting with the monsters at the bottom of the meteorite abyss, but his voice was clearly transmitted to the two people's sea of consciousness, "Even if you kill me and end this war, what will happen?"
"If I die, the blood contract of the 100,000 demon cultivators will be invalidated, and they will naturally hate you to the core. Even if you two have extraordinary cultivation, a large number of ants can still kill an elephant."
The next sentence was addressed to Yin Biyue.
"Besides, your senior brother has practiced the Nine Heavenly Movements and is a heretic. Even the righteous cultivators cannot tolerate him. After the war, who wouldn't be suspicious of him? The human heart is scarier than a sword."
"You will be standing against the whole world. Can you kill everyone in the world for him?"
Yin Biyue also replied in a voice transmission, "You and I have different views on this world, there is nothing to discuss."
No matter how hard Luo Mingchuan was on himself in the process of practicing the gentleman's way, no matter what they encountered in Xingshan Temple, he always had goodwill towards the world. He was still willing to believe in others and himself.
Without saying anything more, he grasped the sword with both hands and slashed towards the snowy peak.
With Yin Biyue's current state, he was far from being able to control Lin Yuan with Ling Xiao Sword Technique. When Lin Yuan returned to his hand just now, he felt that his wrist bones were about to break, and his meridians were hit by the sword energy, expanding to the point of almost bursting. He stood in mid-air, just taking a deep breath and concentrating his mind, and then he drew his sword again.
The sword body was condensed with blazing sparks, and wherever the sword energy went, there was a huge heat wave. The snow that had accumulated all year round began to melt, and the thousands of golden tiles on the palaces and halls were blown away. The red walls collapsed and shattered, and smoke and dust mixed with wind and snow filled the air.
Tongtian Snow Peak is the core of the entire snowfield spiritual vein. Thousands of spiritual veins converge here, condensing into a hub, forming a spiritual energy circulation with the heaven and earth.
As Xing Hechen swung his sword, his spiritual veins vibrated continuously, the cycle was broken, and the red light of the half-opened Heavenly Demon Array suddenly shrank.
His first sword cut through the dark clouds, and the formation was broken. His second sword cut through the snow-capped peaks, and the earth shook.
As the opening move of the sword technique, 'Xinghe Shen' was more about building up momentum than attacking. However, Yin Biyue did not follow the momentum with his second sword move, but chose 'Hai Chao Sheng' which was gradually getting better.
He directly used the last move of Lingxiao Sword, Return of Mountains and Rivers.
“Boom boom—”
The sweeping sword energy finally landed on the east side of the snow-capped peak, and the earth shook as if there was thunder.
At first, it was just a tiny crack, with fine snow flowing down from the mountain peak, and in a blink of an eye, it gathered into a huge snow body sliding down. The terrain of Tongtian Snow Peak is high and dangerous, and the speed of the snow increased sharply during the falling process, and finally transformed into terrible energy.
"What's going on!——"
Yin Biyue stood at the highest point of the snowy peak and could faintly hear shouts from the bottom of the mountain. The demon army stationed on the east side of the snowy plain, building ships to prepare to cross the sea, fled decisively after hearing the echo, but was immediately submerged in the snow sea that was surging like a flood.
He had been calculating from the beginning how much energy would be needed to destroy the cohesion of the spirit vein on the snow, causing a huge avalanche that had never happened before to appear on this snowy plain. He also calculated what kind of sword power, at what angle, where to land, and how large an area the avalanche would cover at most.
From the first move to the last move, although they seem to be two swords, all the tens of millions of swords in the world are contained in them.
With his consciousness and essence exhausted, Yin Biyue fell from mid-air, his whole body felt as if his tendons and bones were torn apart, and every inch of his spiritual veins and bones was in endless pain. He stood with his sword, surrounded by the turbulence of the earth collapsing and the mountains being destroyed, and the roar was as deafening as thunder.
It was clearly an extremely dangerous situation, but a familiar feeling came over him again, like an ancient torrent washing over the wilderness, rushing and drowning him in an instant.
The familiarity of seeing Changyuan Palace, the familiarity of rushing up the snow-capped peak, and the familiarity of the scene before his eyes, all of these were woven into a web, causing him to fall into a state of extreme emptiness.
You can't hear the roar of the snow-capped mountains, nor can you feel the shaking of the earthquake.
The Linyuan Sword was held quietly in his hand, and nothing had changed for thousands of years.
Almost at the same time, Luo Mingchuan on the edge of the cliff coughed up blood.
Rong Zhuo has already broken out of the realm,
"Demons are born from the evil energy of heaven and earth, and they are endless. I am the same now. I am the master of the abyss. How can you kill me in the abyss?"
In the illusion just now, the monsters in Meteorite Abyss were controlled by Luo Mingchuan, but in reality it was just the opposite. Rong Zhuo and the monsters were connected by a blood contract.
Mighty demonic energy rose from the abyss into the sky, rushing toward the snowy peaks, suppressing the endlessly vibrating spiritual veins there.
Even without the clouds, the stars in the sky would be dim.
Luo Mingchuan raised his head, his face was pale due to the severe backlash, but his pupils had turned as black as ink.
He looked into the abyss, and the abyss looked back at him.
Then he leaped down.
The author has something to say: Paper Roll: Brother Luo, wait a minute! If you have something to say, please talk it over nicely instead of causing a strike!
Bi Yue: What do you know? This is called the law of the protagonist not dying after jumping off a cliff.
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