"My origin...you don't deserve to know!"
The green fox mask disappeared from Yin Qingxue's face, replaced by a cold face in silver armor.
The eyes under the mask have an air of aloofness and arrogance.
"What a loud tone, what an arrogant guy. In fact, if you don't say it, what does it mean to you and our religion?"
"Since you know about the Blood Sea Alchemy Furnace Soul Refining Array, you should know that no matter what kind of treasure you have in this array, you will inevitably die in the end!"
The Holy Spirit Sect Saint sneered, intertwined her hands and made the seal again.
The magic formulas flew out, disappeared into the surrounding space and disappeared without a trace.
The thousands of blood threads surrounding Yin Qingxue's body changed again, and blood-red threads intertwined.
In the blink of an eye, a spherical light ball covered with strange patterns formed.
Above the ball of light, patterns and lines of strange evil light flowed.
In the center, Yin Qingxue stood proudly in the air, his body trembling slightly. Even though he was protected by a blue armor, the true energy in his body was like a wild horse, escaping uncontrollably.
"Is death inevitable? Today, I have to learn about this legendary ancient evil formation."
"Leng Yue's Twelve Fu·Pine Shadow Slash!"
The flow of true energy in the body is completely uncontrollable.
Yin Qingxue knew in his heart that there were not many opportunities left for him to take action.
He never thought that he could break through the formation here. As long as he could break through a crack, he would be able to escape.
After all, if you can't leave before the true energy in your body is exhausted, you may really have to die here. Thinking of his unfinished plan, Yin Qingxue's eyes were firmer and sharper than ever at this moment.
A low shout rang out, and he took a strong move without any reservation.
The sword technique was activated, and the Yuehua Flying Sword clenched in his hand buzzed, and flew away from his hand.
The flying sword flew in the air, and in the blink of an eye, it shot out thousands of cold sword lights.
The sword light intertwined, like the shadow of pine trees under the moon, tangible but insubstantial. The speed... is as fast as lightning.
In just a moment, the sword light spread out in all directions.
The spherical shackles that trapped Yin Qingxue exploded silently like paper, without any lag.
The sword light that broke free from the restraints intertwined into a huge sword dragon, carrying a mighty voice and heading straight for the boundary of the formation a hundred miles away.
"A good move! But if you want to break the formation and leave like this, it would be... you don't take our religion seriously."
"Bodhisattva Seal·Zhuangyan Cihang!"
The Saint Holy Spirit's face remained unchanged as her voice sounded, and Gu Jing Wubo's beautiful face became even more solemn.
Holding the Buddha's seal with both hands, the whole body suddenly bloomed with holy light.
The light shone brightly, and within a hundred miles of space, the Blood Sea Alchemy Furnace Soul Refining Array began to operate, and was blessed with boundless power.
The holy lady of the Holy Spirit gently caressed it with her bare hands, and her boundless power condensed into a huge Buddha's hand that was both holy and evil. She took the huge sword dragon condensed by the sword light into the palm of her hand, and even grabbed Yin Qingxue's body with her backhand.
Yin Qingxue's expression changed slightly, and before the Buddha's hand could catch him, he flew through the air like a giant. At the same time, the sword tactics changed again, the sword moves were accelerated again, and he shot at the holy girl of the Holy Spirit Sect one after another.
For a moment, two figures were chasing each other high in the sky, constantly making moves to block each other.
Within a radius of a hundred miles, there are other monks and mortals who have not yet left.
Before they could figure out what was going on, they felt as if their throats were being strangled by invisible hands, and all of them had expressions of pain on their faces.
"What...what's going on?"
"The Holy Spirit Cult...isn't the Holy Spirit Cult extraditing us to the Pure Land of Light?"
"I...I don't want to die!!"
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Among them, the mortals and a group of low-level monks lost their resistance first. They only had time to whimper before they fell into unconsciousness and fell to the ground.
And at the moment when consciousness dissipated and fell.
One after another, the figures let out shrill screams. Before the sound could be heard, their flesh and blood disintegrated, turning into crimson blood that dyed the earth red.
Foundation-building monks and golden elixir-stage monks lasted significantly longer.
But...that's all.
Within a moment, they all fell to the ground in despair, turning into blood and withered bones.
In the span of just a stick of incense, there was deathly silence within a hundred miles of the Holy Spirit Sect, leaving only the dead bones and the earth stained red with blood.
Only a few monks, bald in life and death, used special means to forcibly escape. Ninety-nine percent of the time, even more monks, mortals, and other living beings were killed in the formation.
The ground was stained red with blood, and countless blood mist immediately rose up, almost covering the land with a radius of hundreds of miles.
In the blood mist, the battle between Yin Qingxue and the Saint of the Holy Spirit continued.
However, the aura around the former's body fluctuated violently, and his breathing became obviously faster.
On the other hand, it can be said that the Saint of the Holy Spirit was not affected at all, and her strength even increased due to the appearance of the blood mist.
If it weren't for Yin Qingxue's top magic weapon and extraordinary strength, it would have been impossible to persist for such a long time.
But even so, the balance of victory is still slowly tilting towards the Saint of the Holy Spirit.
In the underground space under the Holy Spirit Church.
Mu Yingluo's body trembled slightly, her brows furrowed, and large beads of sweat were quietly sliding down her temples. He was breathing rapidly, as if he was having a nightmare.
Through the flaws in the formation's eyes, her consciousness spread out and she could clearly see what was happening outside.
The scene of thousands of monks, mortals, and even living beings lying in a pool of blood and dying tragically was clearly etched in her mind.
"Damn it, it turns out... the so-called Holy Spirit Cult is so cruel and cruel! They arranged evil formations and sacrificed so many creatures. How dare they...? What exactly do they want to do?"
"Mu Yingluo, Mu Yingluo, you claim to be righteous in the world, you are determined to eliminate demons and evil in the world, and do your best for the advancement of the human race. Faced with such a situation, you would choose to retreat?"
"Coward, you are such a coward, a weak and incompetent coward!"
Mu Yingluo deliberately ignored everything that was happening in the outside world, but the figures who fell helpless and died tragically were like a nightmare that she could not get rid of.
Various thoughts kept rising in her heart, which were torturing her heart, causing her state of mind to fluctuate at this moment.
Before a thought falls, another thought arises.
All kinds of distracting thoughts were intertwined and surrounded, and quietly, a faint black aura emerged in Mu Yingluo's heart.
That black energy is a sign that the monk has become possessed and the inner demons are growing.
Once the black energy appeared, it expanded rapidly at an alarming rate, causing Mu Yingluo's sanity to rapidly decline at this moment.
However, just when the black energy was about to completely occupy his heart and his reason was completely lost.
Holding Mu Yingluo's heart tightly, Su Twelve's second Nascent Soul was still in a coma. The sandalwood beads hanging around the Nascent Soul's neck shimmered at this moment.
The glimmer of light circulated, and a stream of pure Buddha essence was released.
Part of it was incorporated into Su Twelve Yuanying's body, and the other part was directly immersed in Mu Yingluo's heart.
