"Principal Xiahou, now is not the time to grieve. The immortals and others have already attacked us when we were in the world of immortality."
"Hey! Who would have thought that people who have been respected for thousands of years would be the ones who risk their own lives? We have respected them for thousands of years!"
The silver threads on Xia Houying's head grew crazily.
He still can't accept it now, just because she didn't see it with her own eyes.
Ye Kunlun remained silent, the crimes committed by the immortals had all been engraved in his heart.
A long time ago, he and Yang Feng actually knew that the immortals would rebel.
I just didn't expect that the other party would be like dog-skin plaster, sticking to wherever he went.
"Respect? Principal Xiahou, you are wrong. What they want is not what you call respect. They are just using us as their shield. What they are planning is the entire universe!"
Yang Feng couldn't watch Xia Houying remain depressed, so he told Xia Houying what he was thinking.
Only one person in the Immortal Alliance survives. Now is really not the time to be sad. Instead, we should turn grief into strength and work hard to build a stronger Immortal Alliance.
"All heavens and realms?"
Xia Houying murmured in a low voice. She hated that her cultivation was not enough and she could not gain a foothold on Netherworld Cliff.
"Brother Ye, Principal Xiahou, and all the allies of the Demon Alliance, now is not the time to be immersed in grief. The leaders of both the Immortal and Demon Alliances have died. What we have to do is to carry out their share of the fight in Netherworld Cliff. Stay alive and build a stronger alliance between immortals and demons."
Looking at the Immortal and Demon Alliance disciples who were immersed in grief, Yang Feng couldn't bear it. They thought this was a memorial to the deceased, but in fact it was a kind of blasphemy.
The lives of many disciples present were bought by the two alliance leaders with their own lives. They hoped that those who survived would take their share and return it to the immortals in double the amount.
Yang Feng's words hit the mark and struck many people's hearts.
The stronger fairy alliance and demon alliance will continue to live.
"Yes! Everyone, Brother Yang is right. Now is not the time for us to grieve. Isn't this a kind of escape if we are immersed in grief? Leaders Yan and Yun definitely don't want to see us like this."
"You enter the Bodhi Realm to practice. If you need anything in the future, tell me directly. I will also pay attention to anyone outside who is lucky enough to survive."
Yang Feng continued to speak.
"Yueying, you will be the leader of the Demon Alliance now! What do you think?"
Yang Feng turned his attention to Jiang Yueying. Jiang Yueying was slightly startled and a little at a loss.
"Yueying, you were once a member of the Demon Alliance, and you are very talented. Only if you lead the Demon Alliance can the Demon Alliance rise in the future."
Jiang Yueying heard Yang Feng's words and spoke after a long while.
"I can promise you, but you also have to promise me something."
"you say."
Yang Feng said while staring closely into Jiang Yueying's beautiful eyes.
"Well, I haven't thought about it yet. I'll tell you when I think of it."
A mysterious smile appeared on Jiang Yueying's face.
Seeing this, Yang Feng had no choice but to give up.
"Well, then you stay here and practice first. The dusty world in the Bodhi Realm is absolutely safe. Now my mentor and I are going out."
Yang Feng turned around and gave some instructions to everyone.
Qingxuan just watched the whole process with cold eyes.
Then he left the Bodhi Realm with Yang Feng.
In the Nether Sea of Blood.
It was learned that Yang Fengfeidan was not jointly suppressed by the Wushan ancestral witches, and even the Wushan people voluntarily gave up the fight for the Vulcan Halberd.
"A woman who can summon the phantom of the Chaos Green Lotus? When did it happen? Why are you reporting now?"
There was anger in Styx's voice.
"Master, calm down! My subordinates just learned that the news was blocked by the people in Wushan."
"It should be that all the twelve ancestral witches have not awakened yet, otherwise Wushan would not have been able to swallow his anger if someone came to provoke him like this."
Minghe originally wanted to use the Twelve Ancestral Witches of Wushan to extinguish Yang Feng's arrogance, but he never thought that the arrogance would not be extinguished, but would instead be fueled.
"According to the latest news, ten of Wushan's twelve ancestral witches have awakened, and two more have fallen into deep sleep and are waiting to be awakened."
"Well, I understand, what happened to other forces?"
"Reporting to the leader, a powerful battle aftermath occurred in the Bloody Plains. The specific situation is unknown."
"Trash! If you can't handle this matter properly, what do I need from you, my ancestor?"
Styx slapped him down, and the blood shadow disappeared.
"Xiao Feng, are you planning to go to the Bloody Plains now?"
Qingxuan understands Yang Feng's character, and this is indeed the case. Yang Feng is not worried about Bingyao being alone in the Blood Plains.
"The Blood Eye Clan is from the same lineage as the Blood Cloak. I'm afraid they will be detrimental to Bingyao."
"Blood Eyes and Blood Cloak are both descendants of Sin Blood. They have been dormant for so long, so they must have other agendas. By the way, the Taihuang Stone is still with you, right?"
Although he didn't know why Qingxuan asked this, Yang Feng nodded immediately.
"That's good, let's go. I'm going to be late and I'm afraid I won't be able to make it in time."
Qingxuan's figure disappeared, and Yang Feng wanted to ask if Qingxuan knew something, but he did not ask.
The bloody plain is far away from the Bodhi Realm.
It seems that even the ground here is not soaked with blood.
The original loess turned into "blood soil".
The clouds floating in the sky were also blood red, revealing an inexplicable strangeness.
Yang Feng even doubted whether this was a sea of blood, because the world of the sea of blood was also blood red.
The only difference is that there is no plain in the Blood Sea.
There is an endless bloody plain here.
Their figures looked so insignificant on the desolate bloody plain.
"This is the bloody wasteland, but I don't know..."
"Huh? What a strong cultivation fluctuation, right in front."
Qingxuan felt the trembling in the surrounding space and immediately became alert.
Because Yang Feng mastered the laws of space, he was extremely sensitive to space fluctuations.
The two passed by at high speed.
What came into view was a wall of frozen blood.
"This is what Bingyao left behind. She must be nearby."
Just as Yang Feng's hand was about to touch the bloody ice wall, he was grabbed by a jade hand.
"Do not impulse."
As soon as Qingxuan finished speaking, a big hand emerged from the blood wall and pulled the two of them into the world inside the blood wall.
Yang Feng had a bitter look on his face and looked at Qingxuan apologetically. Qingxuan didn't pay attention, but looked at the environment carefully.
This is a completely independent space, and blood pupils and blood cloaks can be seen everywhere on the ground.
Of these two types of people, one wears a blood-colored cloak, and the other has blood-colored pupils.
There is dirty sinful blood flowing in the body.
After his body fell to the ground and the soles of his feet rubbed against the real ground, Yang Feng breathed a sigh of relief.
The soul is released instantly, and the power of the soul sweeps across things a hundred meters around.
Finally, it stopped on a bloody altar.
"Teacher, let's go over there!"
Yang Feng used the power of the soul to lock the target.
Qingxuan nodded and said nothing more.
The green light flashed away.
On the bloody altar.
There were devout blood-eyed people kneeling on the ground, and there were also blood-cloaks worshiping.
A sky-blue long skirt sets off a pretty face as smooth as jade.
"Sister Yao."
"Feng, why are you here?"
Bingyao's eyes only stayed on Yang Feng for a moment, and then moved to Qingxuan.
"Huh? From the Qing family?!"
To be precise, this was the first meeting between Bingyao and Qingxuan. She had only heard about it before, and Yang Feng didn't tell her.
Remember the origin of Qingxuan.
"The Holy Lord of the Ice Tribe."
When the two women saw each other for the first time, they knew each other's identities, and they seemed to be competing against each other.
"Oh? Are the remnants of the Qing family still alive?"
"What day is it today? Not only the Holy Lord of the Ice Tribe is here, but also the Qing Clan's lineage is here to join in the fun."
The bloody altar is like a square that can accommodate thousands of people.
Some of the speakers were wearing blood-colored cloaks, their facial features could not be seen clearly, and some had a trace of blood-red reflected in their pupils.
"Call out sin and blood, or no one can protect you."
Qingxuan said without showing any signs of weakness.
Blood Cloak and Blood Eyed Man, they are all descendants of sin and blood.
"Master Sin and Master Blood, are you able to see them whenever you want?"
In the Blood Altar Square, one of the two statues enshrined in the middle projects a bloody beam of light, which shines on a man with blood eyes.
The blood-colored pupils of Xue Tong suddenly radiated a divine attack.
boom!
Qingxuan stepped forward and formed a soul shield on her body, blocking the blood-eyed man's soul attack.
"Qingxuan, if you and I join forces and destroy this altar, I don't believe in blood and sin, and I can still sit still."
Bingyao's cold voice sounded.
"good."
Qingxuan's answer was straightforward.
Yang Feng became a bystander throughout the whole process.
"Sister Yao, mentor, please be careful."
Yang Feng took action to clear the obstacles for the two of them.
The Qingfeng sword on Qingxuan's waist was unsheathed.
Qingxuan stretched out two jade fingers and tapped them twice in the air. The originally silent Qingfeng sword seemed to have awakened, emitting a bright green light.
Bingyao formed the seal with her hands, and snowflakes instantly fell from the sky.
The snowflakes flying all over the sky seemed to be pronouncing a sentence and clearing away the sin and blood on the ground.
On the bloody altar, two statues instinctively formed a layer of light. Read the book
boom!
Yang Feng's fist made of pure gold hit the blood curtain, and the blood curtain shattered into ice slag all over the ground.
"It's just two statues, watch me crush you!"
There are two statues, one male and one female.
The word "sin" is engraved on the man's forehead, while the word "blood" is engraved on the woman's arm.
Yang Feng stood in the air, and the blood-eyed people and blood-cloaks on the ground seemed to have guessed what Yang Feng was going to do next, and they all jumped into the air.
Yang Feng was surrounded.
In just a moment, Yang Feng attracted half of the firepower for Qingxuan and Bingyao.
"Stupid human race, how dare you try to violate the *** of blood and sin, you have to pay the price for it!"
A blood cloak, holding a staff, the blood ruby gem inlaid on the staff exudes dazzling light.
The eyes of a person with blood-pupiled eyes turned into rubies and could no longer be called pupils.
Yang Feng faced many opponents alone without any fear in his heart.
Killing intent filled his heart.
And inside the Qiankun Bag, there is an inconspicuous black stone with mysterious carvings.
Constantly restless, he finally broke out of the Qiankun Bag.
The desolate body on Yang Feng gathered the power of desolation on its own.
The desolate eyes at the second dantian quietly opened.
"Does Huang Xian have a grudge against Sin Blood?"
Yang Feng naturally noticed something strange in his body.
The Desolate Eyes, which usually only work in times of crisis, opened uncontrollably.
This vertical pupil reminded Yang Feng a lot.
It was this vertical pupil that absorbed and transformed lightning disasters.
"What a violent force."
In the distance, Bingyao and Qingxuan looked at each other, and finally their eyes fell on Yang Feng.
"The Taihuang Stone has worked."
"This familiar force is
Has she arrived? "
Deep underground where the two statues are located.
"No! It shouldn't be her, but this aura is her descendant."
"Sin, should we take action?"
"We don't need it for the time being. The energy accumulated in this bloody altar is enough for us to revive. The people who come this time have a lot of background. Even people from the Qing family are involved. If we take action now, all the previous efforts will be wasted."
The man named Sin spoke.
The voices of the two fell silent.
And over the square of the Blood Altar.
Yang Feng stood with his sword in hand, exuding a violent and desolate aura from the inside out.
The weapon in his hand is none other than the Wild Sword.
"Has the desolate immortal arrived?"
"The Wild Immortal is here? She wants to cleanse the blood and sin! No!"
The desolate sword brought them a full sense of oppression.
Because this sword is the lingering nightmare in their hearts.
Back then, the Desolate Immortal defeated many people with blood cloaks and blood pupils with just one desolate sword.
Including blood and sin, they were all defeated by Huang Xian.
"Feng has the Desolate Sword in his hand. It seems that the Desolate Immortal really admits that Feng is his descendant."
"The Huangmen escaped from the world, and Yang Feng now uses the identity of the descendant of the Huangxian. It is a disaster rather than a blessing for him."
Qingxuan said the key point in one sentence.
The Desolate Immortal is very strong, and the Desolate Sect is the most powerful force in the world. But that was in the past, and the glory of the past is not counted. Now the Desolate Immortal has disappeared, and the Desolate Sect has escaped from the world.
The identity of the descendant of the Wild Immortal is not easy to use.
After hearing this, Bingyao stopped talking, which was regarded as acquiescence.
Yang Feng, on the other hand, had already raised his sword to kill the enemy while the two were talking.
The Desolate Body and the Taihuang Stone were originally one, and with the Desolate Sword, even if Yang Feng couldn't use other abilities, with these few points, he was still able to kill everyone in this bloody altar square.
The desolate sword longed to drink blood. For a moment, Yang Feng even felt that the sword spirit that had been blessed with countless seals in the desolate sword broke out of the seal.
"This sword is so evil!"
Yang Feng stayed awake all the time because of Taihuangshi.
But when he saw the corpses on the ground, Yang Feng pointed his sword at the statue.
The two statues were cut in half by the wild sword.
Only a loud bang was heard.
The statue collapsed.
"Huh? Not only Tai Huangshi, but also Huang Jian! Is that person really dead?"
The reputation of Huangxian in all the worlds has been deeply ingrained in people's hearts.
Even if the Desolate Immortal disappeared for many years, no one would dare to wipe out his Desolate Gate.
"Sin and blood, I know you can hear me, punish me! Blood has soaked the earth, sin has spread throughout your soul, you should not continue to live."
"Damn it! There is a trace of the desolate immortal's memory left in this Taihuang Stone."
Yang Feng realized again.
