Chapter 649: On the road to martial immortals, one must be virtuous
Eighteen sects were defeated! The defeat was sudden and clean.
Originally, it would not have been like this. There were three battles. The masters of each sect at the top held the mountain spirit treasures and surrounded the demon girl, holding hands with each other.
Tens of thousands of disciples from both sides are fighting below. Although the number of disciples is decreasing very quickly, and fierce, violent, and direct killing scenes are going on all the time, it is impossible to determine the winner in a short time.
The problem arises with the desolate beast in the middle. The desolate beast's killing power is terrifying, and it seems to have several strange states. The first devouring hurricane cannot control the formation, and it remains deadlocked for a while. Then, suddenly his eyes turned blood red and he fell into a violent state. He looked up to the sky and roared, the clouds suddenly changed, and a more majestic devouring storm came, even bringing with it the slightest trace of thunder and lightning.
So much so that the fight between the elite disciples from both sides below and the fight between masters of various sects and the demon girls above were all affected and had to retreat far away.
The formation at the top of Fulong Mountain only lasted ten breaths this time before suddenly disintegrating. Countless disciples were shocked to death, and they didn't even have time to scream.
The devouring storm continued. Amid the angry roars of wild beasts, the corpses of tens of thousands of disciples of the Eighteen Sects' main formations who died tragically, as well as the elders and disciples who were not yet dead, were strangled into mud by the storm, and then followed by the wind. Swirl into the mouth of the wild beast.
That’s right! In one mouthful, he swallowed tens of thousands of disciples from the eighteen sects and materials for dozens of formations, including the trees and rocks on the top of Fulong Mountain.
The wild beast swallows everything, and this is not just talk.
At this point, all 40,000 low-level elders and disciples of the Eighteen Sects were killed.
It’s hard not to break the balance in this scene.
The tens of thousands of elite disciples fighting below and the masters of various sects above were in a daze for a moment.
This trance is fatal——
Tens of thousands of elite disciples fell into decline in the blink of an eye.
The demon girl's aura was overwhelming, and the Hunyuanxu Martial Arts Barrier exuded a dazzling brilliance. Her nine tails were like huge pillars bearing the sky. When she was photographed fiercely, the whole sky shook and fluctuated.
Song Tianxing and Liu Qingfeng of the Xuantian Sword Sect, Zhou Fu of the Lingyun Sect, Shen Wuwei of the Haotian Sect, and others were unable to resist and flew backwards, and the sky was filled with miserable blood.
At this moment, the great elder of the Tianxie Sect, who had always been standing on the back of the desolate beast, uttered a strange note: "Duo——"
The desolate beast's double fins and fierce cattail fans were so powerful that they surged to the sky. The large and small fish mouths spat out forcefully, and a three-color brilliance thousands of feet wide flashed out, turning into strands of Jiuyou's violent energy, and rushed straight towards the people of the Eighteen Sects.
Eighteen sect disciples were unable to dodge this blow!
It's a matter of victory or defeat, life or death, in just one thought!
......
"Failed!"
"In this world of martial arts, although life and death are normal, it is a pity that the eighteen sects under the Daluo Sect have disappeared from the world and are for thousands of people. The first wave of cannon fodder under Wu Shengshi! "
Over the Great Zhou Dynasty, the father and son in the broken ship sighed with emotion.
...
“Failed!”
“Eighteen sects have been passed down for thousands of years and accumulated over many generations, and now they are destroyed in one fell swoop!”
“How should we express our gratitude to you? Ancestors explain? "
On the top of Zhongyun Mountain, in the white snow, a group of ancestors from the eighteen sects spoke in a low voice, full of sadness and sorrow.
After living for several lives, hundreds of years, countless lives and deaths, and countless years of hard training, the sect that has all the glory and belongs to is about to be destroyed.
Even if they are still there, there are only a few of them. How can they restore the scale of the sect that was established by the ancestors and sects for thousands of years?
Nowadays, the world of martial arts has begun. The martial arts accumulated over thousands of years are countless. There are countless old monsters, geniuses, and holy sons. Everyone is helpless. What hope is there?
……
“Win!”
"This move has laid the foundation for tens of thousands of miles. Gui Qingtian Xie should enter the Yuanji, enter the holy realm, and have the power to fight for immortality!"
"The Three Holy Mothers, Xue Ji, deserve the greatest credit!"< br>
"Hahahaha..."
In the black cloud, there were countless strange smiles. ……
"Defeated!"
On the top of Bawangzhai, Xin Zhuo, Zhao Yizhu and Ling Gucheng didn't even discuss whether to take action or not. They were already defeated.
From evenly matched to devastating victory, just in the blink of an eye.
The next moment, I am afraid that the eighteen sects and disciples will no longer exist.
To be honest, no matter whether you have deep feelings for the sect or not, you always have some sense of belonging in your heart. It is difficult to feel relieved when you witness all this with your own eyes and remain indifferent.
Xin Zhuo's breathing became rapid, and he suddenly grabbed Zhao Yizhu's wrist, pinched Ji Yu who had just woken up, and pinched Xiao Huang's dog's head.
Just as he was hesitating whether to run away, a harsh sword sound came from the side.
The Seven Stars Piaoxue unsheathed and drew dozens of layers of sword flowers. Ling Gucheng’s thin figure had already gone straight to the sky, and lightly dropped a sentence: "If you don’t fight hard, I will not be able to calm down!"
"Let's go! Whoever wants to die will die."
Xin Zhuo finally made up his mind and took Zhao Yizhu to leave.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Yizhu easily broke away, looked at him softly but persistently, and said resolutely and decisively:
"The way of the martial immortals is to uphold the virtues of heaven and earth, nourish my awe-inspiring righteousness, and have something in my heart." You have to make choices, even if you die, you can break through the shackles of the martial immortal, and advance deeper. If you avoid it, you will have evil thoughts in your heart, and you will not enter again.
Ah, please retreat! I...should cut off this shackles and leave a glimmer of hope for the Xuantian Sword Sect. If I can influence the situation, I can also open up the first place of survival for you in the prosperous age of Wanwu, and help you talk to those who are trying you in the future! ”
After saying this, without waiting for an answer, his white clothes were like snow, his sleeves were fluttering, he was already in mid-air, and there were eye-catching ripples and a strange aura around him.
The exquisite, fairy-like woman is now full of fierceness and killing power.
Immediately, the long sword was unsheathed, and the sound of the sword was heard across the sky. The ripples between the eyebrows disappeared, and the momentum was overwhelming.
Xin Zhuo took Ji Yu and Xiao Huang and looked at them blankly. To be honest, he didn't quite understand this kind of behavior of risking life and death.
It was like returning to the original Fulong Village. When the Hungry Wolf Village came, Cui Ying'er and the others went to their deaths without hesitation.
Same meaning, same place.
He feels that even if we run away, our martial arts will advance rapidly in the future, and it will be the same if we come back to destroy the family. Why should we do this?
However, he now faces a difficult choice, whether to run or...
"咻咻咻咻——"
The thousands of three-color brilliance spit out by the wild beast have surrounded the eighteen sect disciples.
Ling Gucheng broke in with difficulty. The fifth level of Lingtai was extremely eye-catching.
The ripples between Zhao Yizhu's brows were even more impressive, as if a power that could kill the heaven and the earth was about to appear.
Just at this moment, a figure flashed from below and stood in front of Zhao Yizhu. His palms were like warm jade, pressing the center of her eyebrows.
"Ahe, 伱..."
Zhao Yizhu was stunned and looked at Xin Zhuo blankly. She didn't know Xin Zhuo's intention.
"I know how to use your sword. Don't worry about how it came about. Anyway, I know how to do it. I actually want to keep it to save my life, or it may be of great use in the future. Now it seems that I won't be able to use it anymore!"
Xin Zhuo looked a little tired and sighed: "Master Liu Qingfeng is right, your temperament is not suitable for killing people, you are too gentle, your sword is not used in the right place, and it may be half the result with twice the result." , step back and wait for me below, I’ll come!”
Zhao Yizhu was still in a daze.
Xin Zhuo had already pushed her down lightly, turned around and looked at the killing scene in the sky, his expression calm as never before.
He saw the helplessness of Master Liu Qingfeng in Fei Tuizhong, the sadness of Master Chu Siniang, and the blood-covered bodies of Senior Brother Nangong Wentian, Second Senior Sister Su Liuli and Third Senior Brother Bai Jiansan. , saw Gongsun Li's long hair flying, and saw the fallen body of senior brother Jia Sanquan...
In fact, he was also somewhat reluctant to stand still at Jianfeng.
The next moment, his body flashed and he reached the lowest Fulong Mountain. He stepped on layers of corpses, and his momentum climbed to the ultimate peak of the Yangshi Triple Sea. He took a deep breath: "Xuantian Sword Xin Zhuo, a disciple of Zongyu Sword Peak, only uses one sword to learn the methods of Tianxie, Guiqing and Huangzhu!”
(End of this chapter)