Archfiend Chapter 865: : The Battle of the Ancestral Court (7)
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"Presumptuous!!" Before the voice fell, seven voices on the top of the mountain sounded at the same time, Xu Yangyi's voice was like a rolling thunder: "Are you in the palace?"
No one dared to answer.
I can only kneel for a long time. I don't know how many people's blood was stained on the way to the sky, and I touched the ground with his forehead.
"Retreat and guard your territory. You want revenge... Then when they come in, kill them all for the real people!"
Still no one answered.
Yes...They all know that this fight is probably not allowed, how many cultivators in Qingcheng Mountain they still don't know? No one can mobilize it at all.
But...just watched his robe die in front...just watched the tragic death of the remaining seven masters, and behind them was the ancestral court, they couldn't bear it!
"Real man..." The big man raised his head, biting his lip, "Is it really impossible?"
"No!" Xu Yangyi's voice was involuntarily raised. As the coach, he shouldn't make changes in the evening. He wanted to order everyone to step back, but when the words came to his lips, he turned into a long sigh, waved his hand, and whispered: "Everyone... …Retreat."
"The true people guarantee that there will be a satisfactory answer to this battle."
Without waiting for all the sect masters below to answer, a piece of golden core spiritual power has sent everyone down the mountain.
"Are you... okay?" Laojundian, Changqingzi looked at the other party with his hands on his brow bones, his expression was uncertain, and he pondered for a long time before asking.
Xu Yangyi nodded silently.
Some things have to be endured by someone, usually the strongest person.
After Xu Fangyuan, it was him.
There was a sudden silence in the room, and no one spoke first. The feeling of heart cutting, but not being able to speak, can only be understood and cannot be said.
A few seconds later, Xu Yangyi's choking voice sounded: "As the two great golden pills of the Dragon and Tiger Mountain ancestors, don't you feel heartache?"
Changqingzi was silent, and said for a long time: "What's the use of heartache?"
"Their sacrifice is for the existence of the ancestral court and the continuation of the incense. Only by not letting them down can they repay their spirit in heaven."
The words are so powerful that when they speak, they actually cause vibrations in the air.
Heaven and man feel!
Xu Yangyi suddenly raised his head, with clear eyes in his eyes, squinted at Changqingzi, and said with certainty: "It's not you."
Not me?
Without waiting for Changqingzi to think about it, Xu Yangyi has already grown up. "Let's go, seventeen heroes, we can't let them stay unaccompanied in eternal sleep."
Outside Qingcheng Mountain.
"Boom!" There was another punch, a crackling sound of breaking through the air quickly sounded, and seven figures flew out with blood. The seven Xuan Ming sons all appeared in their true form, and the seven giant beasts raged in the air, and the surrounding Dajin cultivators surrounded the seven battle groups.
"Ahem..." Yao Kunwu raised his eyes confused by the blood donation, gritted his teeth and looked forward. The vision is hazy, and the pain is going away. If it weren't for the voice in his heart to support him, he would have fallen down long ago.
Can't fall.
Can't lose so ugly in front of the ancestral court.
"Roar!!!" In front of him, a roar sounded, the space was slightly shaken, and the huge figure crashed into the air from a high ground, and two pitiful eyes were nailed to his body like ants.
The body is heavy... He gritted his teeth, bracing himself to stand. With a "bang", a fishy giant claw had trampled him to death in the air, crushing the joints of his whole body without emotion.
Kill!
Furious in his heart, he habitually grasped the tied sword in his hand. But I realized that at some point, the sword had fallen to the bottom.
"This is the so-called master of a country's religion?" A contemptuous voice sounded proudly above his head: "But so."
On Qingcheng Mountain, no matter who it was, his lips were bitten to death.
"Skills can be killed but not humiliated." A young monk looked into the distance, his teeth rattling: "They...damn it!"
Half of the mountain, among the seven major formations, countless monks are holding long swords in their hands. If it weren't for the golden core decree, who could bear this moment with blood?
But...now they are an army, an army that has fought fiercely on this battlefield for more than two years. They must endure, and they can only endure.
Only the sect masters of the major factions, with a calm expression and tolerance.
"Old man, perfect you..." Near the top of the mountain, all the major tribes of Taoism gathered here, Zhenwu, Quanzhen, Wenshi, Lingbao, Danding... This is where almost all the elites of Taoism are located. The sect master looked down the mountain, and Huo Ran appeared for a moment. Immediately, I couldn't bear to fill my eyes.
"You did a great job..." The master of the Chongxu School pressed his lips tightly, and his eyes passed. The seventeen people...everywhere they passed were filled with blood. Seventeen blood paths rushed in. Eight hundred meters in the Dajin Dynasty!
Only seventeen people, facing thousands of troops and horses, let go of life and death and actually broke through the eight hundred meters of the Dajin Dynasty's defense circle, and built the foundation with one. The dark tides that are slowly closing, seem to be telling the scene of the 17 people rushing into the battle just now.
This is a miracle. Every war has miracles, big and small, but some are seen, some are ignored.
"Go with peace of mind..." Wen Shipai, an old man closed his eyes: "After that, just leave it to us."
The giant beast gently crushed Yao Kunwu's body.
It can feel that people with rags under their feet have almost no movement. Although the 17 people have lifted them by a drop in the sea for tens of millions of people, they actually rushed in within a few hundred meters this time. This kind of idiot who dares to fight horses is the best choice.
"Is it dead?" The giant beast lifted his soles and sneered: "Fragile like porcelain."
At this moment, ten thousand golden lights burst out of its feet. Not only it, but at the feet of all the giant beasts, it is magnificent.
It only froze for a second, then its pupils shrank suddenly, and turned around without hesitation.
Terrible...
This trick is extremely scary! The nerves in its mind are desperately reminding it! Even fleeing to become instinct, it can feel... a majestic creature, who never knows how many planes away, stares at him with a pair of eyes that see through the netherworld.
"Escape?" Yao Kunwu panted, covered in blood, and didn't know how many bones had been broken. With a peaceful smile on his face, he smiled and shook his head: "It's late."
The wind is blowing.
The wind whipped him up because he burned his lifespan, and his aging can't hold back his doggy style. The robe that fits him is now empty, but he stands there like a mountain.
He lifted his head, glanced at the familiar moonlit night sky one last time, and finally settled on the mountain behind him.
Once this trick is used, there is no reincarnation, and the remnant souls cannot be collected. But... just like this fell among the thousands of troops, he was not reconciled.
Suddenly underestimate the heroes of the world in front of the ancestral court?
Thinking that the ancestors of the hundreds of branches of Taoism are mediocre?
Yao Kunwu is incompetent. The only one who can use it is his fate. Today, I will teach you with my life. I will be afraid of you. I will tell you that you cannot go to the 100,000 mountains behind you.
"The Order of the Eight Immortals."
In the void, a huge vortex burst open.
No... more than one, but six voices, like gods, sounded almost simultaneously.
There were originally seven people left, and one of them has already returned home.
Some inheritances are left behind, and some have disappeared in the long river of history.
"Who uses life as a bet, and who summons the saint at the cost of not entering reincarnation?" "Who dares to move the old man's Taoism?" "Life is the guide, reincarnation is the mark... Don't walk the bridge, don't look at the three life stones... Is this sect master so decisive?"
Seven voices fell from the mid-air, no one could see. Outside the sky, a tall and stalwart voice suddenly stopped, looking at the blue planet below in disbelief.
"Sure enough... there really is a foundation!" Xiahou's voice is no longer calm, but a feeling of aftermath: "Fortunately... Fortunately, Kunlun has never acted on No Return... They are still hiding. Such a profound background!"
"This realm...crosses the infinite plane...locks one person...six Yinxian? No, it's...More than that! This...the crossover actually reached the middle of the Yinxian?! Their body What point has it reached? Is there really an immortal realm? In addition to the non-return realm and the true martial realm hundreds of thousands of years ago, there are other celestial realms?!"
"This magical power can only target one opponent. But he lives and died, and the underworld has no other name. They can only be called lonely ghosts. Are they really dead?"
No one answered him.
As soon as the six voices appeared, the space seemed to be frozen.
Six Great Void Realms shot at the same time, and they were summoned by younger generations at all costs. Although they could only attack one person because of the rules of the plane and the real limit of the magical powers at the bottom of the box,... ?
On that day, Xiaoqing and the Fei Tai Xu Fahai were able to pull out a huge illusion of hundreds of thousands of meters, not to mention the Seven Tai Xu!
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Any name is the most powerful name of the day. Anyone is a genius in history. The six Xuan Ming sons who were still rushing to shoot together now didn't move in an instant.
"Swipe..." At the Dajin Palace, Liu Mingyang suddenly opened his eyes and trembled all over.
"This...what state is this?"
"This realm... is comparable to Xiahou! What the **** is this!"
It's not just him, all the cultivators of the True Martial Realm looked at the sky in shock, six green lotuses bloomed in the sky, and then... six majestic fingers crashed down!
No screams.
The six sons of Xuanming below were instantly annihilated, without responding, like bugs.
At the same time, the six voices rushing to the forefront of the Dajin Dynasty, with a smile of contentment, their bodies quietly deserted and drifted away in the wind.
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