Nightfall Chapter 48: Blood Phoenix Ming Taoshan (Part 2)

In the battle tonight, Ye Hongyu first fought against the sea, then the teacher, and finally shot against the middle-aged Taoist. This choice is very arrogant, even if she is the usual arrogant Ye Hongyu—because those three people are too Strong, so strong that she has no confidence in defeating one of them, this arrogance can't help but seem a bit ridiculous, a bit desperate.

But who is Ye Hongyu? How could she do ridiculous things? She didn't even know how to write the word despair, so what was the purpose of her three strikes?

Yes, her goal has never changed from the beginning to now! She never thought about running away, she never thought about leaving the ruling temple! Not only did she not escape, she wanted to catch the middle-aged Taoist!

She wants to exchange the life of a middle-aged Taoist! There is no doubt that this is a very arrogant idea, and it can even be said to be a gamble. But she did it, because she didn't spare her life, because she wanted that life!

Because she has a cage.

Tonight’s battle, she has no time, because Haotian has abandoned her, she has no human beings, because the master has abandoned her, but she has a good place.

The right place is where the feet stand.

She is standing on a smooth stone slab at this time.

She is in the ruling temple.

She is the verdict.

Tonight, she turned this murderous temple into a cage.

The cage is no longer just the most powerful way of ruling the temple.

And become a real prison.

Previous generations ruled on the **** seat, standing wood as a fence, and used cages to keep the previous generation of light **** seat for more than ten years.

Tonight, she will also imprison the middle-aged Taoist and suppress him.

The middle-aged Taoist has a solemn expression, and the gods of the Tianxiaxi River enter the sea like a clay cow. He closes his fingers, and then flicks out his sleeves. The pure and sincere Taoist and authentic profound arts fall on that light curtain.

The light curtain rises from the ground, stained with mottled blood, and it is the body of the cage.

Road sleeves are like hammers. In the sky of the ruling temple, thunder thundered several times, but could not shake the light curtain.

Looking at this scene, the expression of the middle-aged Taoist became heavier.

**The expression on Haihe Master's face is even harder to see the extreme, and he rushes at high speed.

They finally learned about Ye Hongyu's arrangement, and naturally they couldn't let her succeed. The cage must be broken before the cage really takes shape. If she is really allowed to put the middle-aged Taoist in the cage, the outcome tonight is unpredictable.

Xiong Chumo's chest and abdomen are sunken, and thunder is coming out, that majestic power. Coming from outside the sky, falling on him, then coming out with thunder, bombarding the cage formation!

** Hai followed closely, with a solemn expression on both palms, and Haotian Divine Hui burned fiercely again, as if to melt the cage that stood at the bottom of the palace.

The middle-aged Taoist in the fan cage will naturally not wait to die. He glanced at Ye Qiong dignifiedly, and with his hands withdrawn from the Tianxiaxi **** finger, he changed into several shapes in front of him, flapping like a butterfly!

Three unimaginable powerful forces, presented in three completely different forms, almost completely at the same time, fell on Ye Hongyu's body and on the cage formation.

Countless bright lights came, instantly illuminating every corner of the ruling temple. The smallest light of the cage array was shining clearly, and there seemed to be countless more suns in the night hall.

The light in its heyday is darkness, which makes people blind. No matter Ye Hongyu in the center of the light, or the other three people, they can't see anything anymore. Can only perceive.

The wounds on Ye Hongyu**'s body became more and more dense, and the bleeding became more and more sickly, and she was expressionless. Quietly looking at the middle-aged Taoist in the cage, although he can't see it, he still stares.

Blood water dripped down to the ground, and flowed along the ground, awakening the spirit of the Temple of Judgment that had been hidden for countless years. The cage array that had been attacked by a joint force, instead of breaking, became stronger.

At a certain moment, there seemed to be a solemn drink in the depths of the glory.

Fan cage formation, finally completed.

She finally succeeded in turning this ruling temple into a cage, trapping the most powerful enemy and protecting herself, or this is also a kind of self-trap, but she is willing.

At that moment, the middle-aged Taoist withdrew Butterfly Sanshou, slowly raised his head, the light gradually dimmed, he could see the blood-covered Ye Hongyu, and then two streams of blood flowed out of his eyes .

In just an instant, he was seriously injured under the suppression of the cage formation.

But he was still calm.

Yeh Hongyu is also very calm.

She has no strands on her upper body, and the beautiful curves unobtrusively let the night sky, the moon and stars in the night sky, and the people in the night hall watch, revealing everything, but her expression is very calm.

She loosened the hilt of the sword—from the beginning to the present, her Taoist sword has made two records, and it has not hurt Xiong Chumo and the middle-aged Taoist at all. Now, she no longer needs to draw the sword.

Xiong Chumo and ** Hai stop.

Because the cage is complete, she only needs to think, the middle-aged Taoist will die.

The middle-aged Daoist looked at Ye Hongyu quietly through that solemn light curtain, and was silent for a long time. His expression was a little complicated, some admiration, some solemn, and some pity.

"It doesn't make sense," he said.

Ye Hongyu said: "Xiong Chumo and Xiahai are just two dogs. If you take their lives, it is meaningless, but Master... you are different, and the subject will think you are alive." /

The middle-aged Taoist looked at her pityingly and said: "Even so, it is too late now. Long Qing should have already started in Song Dynasty. Even if the subject is pitying and wants me to live, it no longer makes sense." /

Hearing these words, Ye Hongyu was silent.

"And...you can't shut me down."

The middle-aged Taoist put his hand in his arms, looked at her and said with emotion: "So, it makes no sense."

Ye Hongyu looked at his hand, raised her eyebrows slightly, and said, "You can't break the cage."

"When Wei Guangming rebelled against Taoshan, he once said, my heart is bright, how can the cage be sleepy? I am not as strong as the old man Guangming. Your cage is stronger than the previous rulings, but you still can't trap me. "

When the middle-aged Taoist hand reappeared, there was an extra volume in his hand.

I don't know what material the book is made of. In such a terrifying battle, it has not been crushed by the aura, and the old and new cannot be seen. It has a subtle aura.

The middle-aged Taoist hesitated and regretted looking at the book in his hand.

Ye Hongyu vaguely guessed the origin of this book, and his expression changed suddenly.

"Being in the cage for a long time, I will return to nature."

The middle-aged Taoist finally made up his mind and groaned slowly.

As he chanted, the book in his hand. Also slowly opened a page.

The book opened the first page, and that page instantly burned to ashes.

A majestic force, very similar to the power of the apocalypse, burst out from the disappearing page of paper, and bombarded the cage formation, but it was more real than the apocalypse!

There was a loud bang, and the fan cage trembled slightly.

Look at this scene. Perceiving the magical power in that book, Ye Hongyu knew that his guess was true, his expression changed drastically, and he said coldly: "You dare to use the heavenly book as a tool!"

Yes, the book in the hands of the middle-aged Taoist is a heavenly book!

The scriptures of the heavens are written!

One page fell, and it shocked the world!

Not to mention the fan cage?

Ye Hongyu stretched her arms. The ruling robe danced without wind, and the black hair like a waterfall also danced wildly!

She actually wanted to use the cage of the Temple of Judgment to resist the heavenly book!

The middle-aged Taoist look is extremely solemn, because he found that one page of the heavenly book is not enough to break through this cage.

So the heavenly book continues to burn!

Follow the scroll. It fell page by page, and it fell into ashes.

It seems that the most original power, which is endless, is released and attacked everywhere in the night palace!

The middle-aged Taoist looked at the scroll of the heavenly book, and his expression became thinner and thinner in his own hands, and his expression became more painful.

Tao Sect disciple, who can destroy the heavenly book by himself?

The battle between Fan Cong and Tian Shu. Still continuing.

The scroll was burning page by page, and the Temple of Judgment was trembling constantly, and countless tiny cracks appeared on the stone wall, and gravels fell down, as if it were about to be an earthquake.

The battle has now entered the most terrifying moment. I was previously deterred by the Master's Apocalypse, and this time there was such a big movement. The people on Momoyama were finally awakened.

Thousands of priests and deacons stood on various peaks and in front of various temples, looking at the black and murderous temple by the cliff. Watching the temple crumbling under the night sky, his face was extremely pale.

People are panicked, people are shocked and speechless, people are at a loss and don't know what to do.

With a loud bang, the southeast corner of the ruling temple collapsed!

Countless boulders shot up, and the peach branches in the col below the mountainside were shattered. Countless priests and deacons knelt down in tears, not daring to raise their heads or make a sound.

In the Temple of Judgment, there is smoke and dust.

Xiong Chumo stood outside the battlefield, his expression extremely complicated.

This is the battle between the scroll of the book of heaven and the temple of ruling. This is the epitome of the battle between Haotian and Daomen. Even with his strength, it is difficult to join this level of battle.

It seems to be a long time, but in fact it is short.

The scroll of the heavenly book, in the hands of the middle-aged Taoist, burned about half of the pages.

The fan cage formation finally broke.

The temple of ruling seems to collapse in the next moment.

Ye Hongyu was forcibly shaken back to the Mo Jade God Seat by the power of the heavenly book.

She was pale, but she was still so indifferent.

The ruling temple was quiet for a long time.

Neither the middle-aged Taoist nor the Xiong Chumo or Huhai said anything. They looked at the blood-covered woman beside the Mo Jade God's seat, with respect, or some fear.

Almost, just a little bit.

Faced with such a powerful sniper lineup of Daomen, the young ruling priest could only be able to reverse the situation and even let the whole situation into her thoughts.

If the middle-aged Taoist did not hold the scripture of the heavenly book. If he hadn't accepted the Lord's order, and used almost blasphemous means to use the heavenly book as a weapon of the Taoist school, then Ye Hongyu might really win.

Now she is defeated, really defeated, but she faced such a strong enemy, and finally forced the other party to use all the cards, ruining the half-scrolled Taoist heavenly book, she has enough qualifications to be proud and respected.

It's a pity that I still didn't win.

Ye Hongyu's face was pale, not because she was seriously injured, not because she was afraid of the coming death, but because she knew that if she lost, then Ye Su would die.

All her purpose tonight is to capture the middle-aged Taoist, so as to exchange Ye Su's life.

The middle-aged Taoist said that it didn't make sense, but she still had to do it, because Ye Su—her brother, for her, has been all the meaning of her life since many years ago.

The middle-aged Taoist with a pious look brought the book of the heavenly scroll back into his arms, then looked at Ye Hongyu, and said very sincerely: "You are beautiful and powerful."

Ye Hongyu said blankly, "I know."

The middle-aged Taoist looked at her, at the deepest stubbornness in her heart, as if seeing the little girl in Guanli who liked to climb trees and bullied Chen Pipi when she was a child, pitying gradually.

"Unfortunately, you must die."

A corner of the ruling temple collapsed, Ye Hongyu was seriously injured, and she had no other way.

The middle-aged Taoist, Xiong Chumo and ** Hai, still looking at her, stood in three corners.

She had to die if she was defeated, because the door did not leave her way.

She stood next to the Moyu God Seat, behind her was an endless abyss. That might be a way, but not a way to survive.

At this moment, she suddenly laughed, her laughter full of anger and unwillingness, and she looked a little crazy.

She and Ye Su brothers and sisters have worked for Daomen for many years, and they will eventually die.

She was not reconciled, she tried her best, but failed to get it back.

But will she accept her fate? No, people like her and Ning Que may seem to have extremely pious beliefs, such as Haotian, such as the Academy, but in reality, they will only believe in themselves.

This point, even Haotian couldn't detect it, even the Master couldn't see through it.

Her laughter was very cold, very cold, like a sharp sword, frozen by the ice on the shore of the snow sea for thousands of years, and then pulled up by someone, echoing in the ruling temple, as if slashing everywhere.

The next moment, she stopped laughing and said: "I want to live."

Xiong Chumo looked at her mockingly and said, "Or, you can try to beg me."

Ye Hongyu ignored him, calmly repeating: "I want to live."

The middle-aged Taoist said: "You can't live."

Guanzhu is determined to kill Ye Su and destroy the Protestant Church, then she must die, especially after tonight, if she lives, then Xiong Chumo will die, and Dao Sect will fall into the sea of ​​flames.

Ye Hongyu said: "I will live."

She was very calm, because she was not begging, not pleading, but just notice.

She told these powerful people, told the viewer that if she wanted to live, she would live.

Blood is flowing on her body, flowing through the delicate collarbone, beautiful breast, and flowing into the charming belly button, as if on a perfect body, a life without regrets.

"I didn't leave before because I wanted to do something. Now it seems that I didn't succeed. Ye Su will probably die. Then I will leave naturally. Do you think you can keep me?"

She looked at the middle-aged Taoist and said with an indifferent expression: "Half a book of heaven can't kill me."

The middle-aged Taoist frowned slightly, thinking that there seemed to be something wrong.

Xiong Chumo looked at her and said, "How can you leave?"

He pointed to the cliff behind her, and said sarcastically, "Ning Que jumped down, and Haotian jumped down too, or do you want to jump down too? Do you think you can survive?"

The cliff of Peach Mountain, high into the clouds, the most terrifying thing is the formation hidden inside, and the unimaginable dangers at the bottom of the abyss. Even Wei Guangming never dared to expect to leave like this.

Ning Que jumped down and didn't die, that's because Haotian also jumped down.

No matter how strong Ye Hongyu is, it is not Haotian.

If she jumped from here, she would definitely die.

The ruling temple is quiet, and the remnant snow on the terrace reflects the moon, which is very beautiful.

Ye Hongyu looked at Xiong Chumo and laughed slightly.

She turned and walked to the terrace.

Blood flowed all the way, and the snow melted when she touched the blood on her barefoot.

Go to the terrace, lean on the railing for a moment, and then she jumped down. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point to vote for recommendations, monthly tickets, your support is my biggest motivation. For mobile phone users, please go to m. to read.)