Between the demonic Canglan sea area, the black sea meets the bloody sky, the salty sea breeze sweeps in, and the entire coast is filled with the bloody smell of killing, as if hell is coming at the next moment.
But at this moment, a burst of clear energy suddenly came, giving the disciples a chance to breathe under the pressure of the devil's breath.
Sang Luo raised his eyes and saw a green-clothed immortal standing with a sword in hand, making a seal with one hand and raising a barrier above the sky.
Although she had never seen him before, she recognized the man immediately.
"Master..."
That was her master, Dao Zun Yuheng, the man who was one step away from becoming an immortal, but who died for the sake of the entire world of cultivation.
The fairy wind clears the capital, and the jade bones are made by nature.
Taoist Yu Heng glanced back at Sang Luo and the others, and uttered two words from his lips:
"Go quickly."
Chu Yanshu decisively grabbed Sang Luo and left. He even turned to the place where Lu Changsheng fell, picked him up and ran away with him.
But they didn't go too far because they wanted to see this battle.
In the distance, several demon kings broke through the seal one after another. Attracted by this powerful spiritual energy, they all came towards Taoist Yuheng.
Dao Zun Yuheng held a sword in one hand and made secrets in the other. With him as the center, the spiritual energy spread inch by inch along the Canglan Sea, wrapping up each of the sect disciples and sending them out of the demonic battlefield in an instant.
Seeing the disciples of the sect being rescued from before his eyes, the Twelve Demon Emperors who had just broken through the seal became furious and attacked Taoist Yu Heng.
The blood color surged, and a stream of pure energy burst out of the siege between the evil energy.
They are both at the peak of becoming gods, one against twelve.
The devil's breath turned into blood-colored sharp arrows, heading towards the young man holding the sword in the sky like a heavy rain. The Seventh Demon King revealed his black fangs and condensed a bloody long sword. There was a bloody darkness above the sky, like all the gods. God's twilight has fallen.
Dao Zun Yuheng closed his eyes, made secrets with his left hand, and held a sword in his right hand. The tyrannical spiritual energy suddenly surged, and the bright and extinguishing sword energy spread across the Canglan Sea, and he broke through the siege with one sword amidst the thick demonic breath.
Sang Luo and his party hid in the moon forest behind them, setting up a protective barrier to take a peek.
Lu Changsheng was so shocked that he couldn't close his jaw, and he couldn't even wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.
"Taoist Yuheng, you are so strong!"
The third cultivation of Fu Jian Dan, one against twelve at the same level, is basically a crushing style. It is really invincible in the immortal level!
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But in the end, the Taoist Yuheng in history still fell here.
The figure of the young Taoist Master in front of Sang Luo, his eyes darkened slightly, his fingers clasping the trunk of the moon-seeing tree. What happened to make the master fall here?
The next moment, something unexpected happened.
The Twelve Demon Emperors sacrificed blood to the formation at the same time. Taoist Yuheng instantly fell into the formation and spit out a mouthful of blood.
Outside the forest, a young girl suddenly burst in, her eyes about to split.
"Master."
The girl wore the fairy robe of a blue disciple of Xuanyuan Sect, her long hair was pulled up, and her cold face was full of worry and panic.
Lu Changsheng turned his head and was startled.
"she is?"
How could someone break in at this time and risk their lives?
Sang Luo stared and recognized the girl,
"Uncle Chuxue!"
That was Murong Chuxue in her teenage years!
Lu Changsheng's eyes flashed with surprise.
"I didn't expect Sword Master Chuxue to have such an amazing face when he was young."
Although he had never seen this sword master since he had never left home for thousands of years, he had actually admired Chuxue Sword Master for a long time.
Little was known about the battle outside Liudao Mountain, but he knew it.
Murong Chuxue, who was still a teenager at the time, stopped the three powerful incarnations of the Dao Sect and the Beast Control Sect with the Nascent Soul Realm. In the end, the Taoist heart collapsed after beating them. After returning to the sect one by one, they died of serious injuries and died in depression. This is simply called Swordsmanship alone!
Third update~
Yan: Do you admire Murong Chuxue?
Lu Changsheng: Yes, yes, I admire you!
Yan: Is there a possibility that it was your master who maimed Murong Chuxue?
Lu Changsheng: Huh? Wasn't it Changli Sword Lord who crippled my master? What does it have to do with my goddess?
(End of chapter)
