Eighteen sects were defeated! The defeat was sudden and clean.
It would not have been like this originally. There were three battles. The top masters of each sect held the mountain spirit treasures and surrounded the demon girl, holding each other's hands.
Tens of thousands of disciples from both sides were fighting below. Although the number of disciples was reduced very quickly, and fierce, brutal, and direct killing scenes were going on all the time, it was impossible to determine the winner in a short time.
The problem occurred with the desolate beast in the middle. The desolate beast's killing power was terrifying, and it seemed to have several strange states. The devouring hurricane at the first moment was unable to control the formation. After a moment of stalemate, its eyes suddenly turned blood red. , fell into a violent state, 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 lasted only ten breaths this time before it suddenly collapsed. Countless disciples were shocked to death, and they didn't even have time to scream.
The devouring storm continued, and in the angry roar of the desolate beast, the corpses of tens of thousands of the eighteen main formation disciples who died tragically, as well as the elders and disciples who were not dead, were strangled into mud by the storm, and then entered the mouth of the desolate beast as the wind swirled.
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 that’s 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 tip 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 emitted a dazzling brilliance. Her nine tails were like huge pillars bearing the sky. When she was photographed fiercely, the entire 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 wild beast, uttered a strange note: "Duo——"
The desolate beast used its fierce cattail fan with its double fins and its huge fish mouth to spit out forcefully. A three-color brilliance thousands of feet wide flashed out, turning into strands of Nine Netherworld's violent aura, and rushed straight towards the people of the eighteen sects.
The disciples of the Eighteen Sects were unable to dodge this blow!
It's a matter of victory or defeat, life or death, in just one thought!
…
"Failed!"
"Although life and death are normal in this world of martial arts, it is a pity that the eighteen sects of Daluomen have disappeared from the world and become the first wave of cannon fodder in the prosperous era of martial arts!"
Over the Great Zhou Dynasty, the father and son in the broken boat sighed with emotion.
…
"Failed!"
"Eighteen sects have been passed down for thousands of years and accumulated over many generations, but now they are destroyed in one day!"
"How should we explain to our ancestors?"
On the top of Zhongyun Mountain, amid the white snow, a group of ancestors from the 18th sect spoke in low voices, full of pathos and sadness.
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, they are just a few people. 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 opened, and the martial arts accumulated over thousands of years are countless. There are countless immortals, geniuses, and saints. Everyone is helpless. What hope is there?
…
"Victory!"
"This move will lay the foundation for tens of thousands of miles. Gui Qingtian Xie should enter Yuanji, enter the holy realm, and have the power to fight for immortality!"
"Three Holy Mothers, Snow Princess, deserves the greatest credit!"
"Ha ha ha ha……"
Countless strange smiles came from the black cloud.
…
"Failed!"
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 a crushing victory, just in the blink of an eye.
The next moment, I am afraid that all the disciples of the eighteen sects will cease to exist.
Frankly speaking, 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 ten-foot-long 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, it will be difficult for me 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 firmly and decisively:
"In the way of martial immortals, we must abide by the virtues of heaven and earth, cultivate our awe-inspiring righteousness, have thoughts in our hearts, and make choices. Only by living and dying can we break through the shackles of martial immortals and advance deeper. If we avoid giving in, we will have demons in our hearts. Read, never enter the country again!
Ah He, please retreat, I... I will 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 for you to survive in the prosperous age of martial arts, and help you fight against those who are trying to survive in the future. Practitioners can tell you the truth! "
After saying that, without waiting for an answer, he was dressed in white like snow, with fluttering skirts, and was already in mid-air, with eye-catching ripples and a strange momentum appearing around him.
The exquisite, fairy-like woman is now full of fierceness and killing power.
Immediately, the long sword was unsheathed, the sound of the sword streaked across the sky, the ripples between the brows 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 by leaps and bounds 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, run or...
"咻咻咻——"
The countless three-color brilliance spit out by the desolate beast has 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, you..."
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. It may get twice the result with half the effort. Retreat. 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 Retreat, the sadness of Master Chu Siniang, the blood all over the bodies of Senior Brother Nangong Wentian, Second Senior Sister Su Liuli and Third Senior Brother Bai Jiansan, and Gongsun Li's With her long hair flying, she saw the fallen body of Senior Brother Jia Sanquan...
In fact, he was somewhat reluctant to stay at Jianfeng.
The next moment, his figure flashed and reached the lowest Fulong Mountain. He stepped on layers of corpses and his aura climbed to the ultimate peak of the Yangshi Triple Sea. He took a deep breath and said, "Xuan Tian Sword Sect is standing at Jianfeng Peak disciple Xin. Zhuo, with only one sword, learned the methods of Tian Xie, Gui Qing Sect and Desolate Beast!"
(End of chapter)
