The battlefield around the Immortal Altar has long lost its original ethereal beauty, and the originally bright fairy light has long since turned into a dazzling bloody light.
Flesh, flesh and broken bones can be seen everywhere.
It may be difficult to imagine that more than thirty burial ghosts can already fight to such an extent with an army of thousands of monks.
But the gap between the main spirits is so difficult to make up. Even Fang Yingxing's strength cannot surpass that Bone Gun Burial Ghost, let alone those ordinary monks whose cultivation is equal to or even weaker than him. There is no such thing. Ways to contend with the buried ghost.
There are still more than twenty Buried Ghosts on the battlefield, and the remaining sixth-level soul-creating monks plus the seed-level geniuses can barely equal them in number.
Now, countless shocked eyes fell on Chen Qiyun. Who knew that this man who had killed a Burial Ghost with his invincibility just now would be stabbed in the chest by the white-haired old man the next moment.
The contrast between before and after was so shocking that it was impossible to react.
However, to everyone's expectation, Chen Qiyun still resisted fiercely at first, using secret techniques to push away the young man and the old man. But when he saw the old man's face clearly, he seemed to have no strength at all, and his eyes The light dimmed and I no longer resisted.
Chen Qiyun spoke weakly, with a trembling voice: "Take it back, this power, along with my life, I am not who I am in the first place, and I have never been..."
The old man's eyes flashed with fierce light, and without any hesitation, he made a seal with his left hand, and a golden light condensed on his hand, attacking Chen Qiyun's heart.
But it was not successful, because the sixth-level monk of the Huo Split Sect suddenly took action, burning his own blood and essence to escape from the burial ghost. A sword flashed past, as bright as a shooting star, and cut off the old man's left hand directly.
A look of horror flashed in the old man's eyes, and he was knocked into the air by the strong man at the sixth level, coughing up blood.
The young man immediately flew out and caught the old man, with a worried look on his face: "Brother, cheer up."
As soon as he opened his mouth, Fang Yingxing's eyes widened. He had always thought that the two were related by grandfather and grandson, but he didn't expect that they were actually brothers.
After a Huosi Sect monk recognized them, he suddenly let out a heart-rending cry. He knelt on the ground, his hair disheveled, his eyes full of bloodshot eyes, and he was trembling.
"This is all cause and effect, inescapable cause and effect. We are destined to die here, just like those monks of the Golden Light Clan who were refined by us, ah ah ah!"
He seemed to be going crazy, looking at the bloody ground, tears wet the broken ground.
She crawled towards the old man tremblingly and hugged his legs: "Forgive me, please, I didn't know it at that time!"
In addition, there were several disciples of the Huo Split Sect who were trembling, obviously avoiding the eyes of the old man and the young man.
"It turns out that the rumors are true. Chen Qiyun's talent is not his own, but the Dao root that robbed the top genius of the Jinguang clan." The monk who knew about it said tremblingly.
Fang Yingxing's heart was shocked, and he plundered the Dao root. It was an evil technique that had been banned for a long time. By sacrificing the other person's close relatives, he forcibly extracted the Dao root from the other person's body and transplanted it into another body.
"No wonder Jinguang's clan disappeared overnight, and even the top genius of that clan disappeared." Zhang Qingyun's eyes also had an unbelievable light.
He himself lives within the jurisdiction of the Huoshen Sect, so he naturally knows a lot more about this matter than others.
"I have also heard many rumors. I heard that Chen Qiyun, the son of Chen Huang, the old leader of the Huo Split Sect, was not very talented, so his position was shaken. However, when he heard about the peerless talent of the Jinguang clan in his jurisdiction, he... "
Zhang Qingyun didn't continue talking. Needless to say, the Jinguang clan was naturally bloodbathed by the cronies led by Chen Huang, and the old man's Dao root was extracted.
The few trembling monks at the scene were probably the monks who were on sentry duty or doing some aftermath work.
But what they didn't expect was that this extremely talented person did not die and survived with his younger brother. No wonder Fang Yingxing saw the light of hatred in their eyes at that time.
The old man's eyes were full of bloodshot eyes. He roared unwillingly and pointed at the monks of the Huoshan Sect: "You all deserve to die and you must die to avenge my parents. My little sister was only eight or nine years old at that time. You guys He can do it, what is the difference between him and an animal? My aunt, uncle, and the clan members are all dead, and there are not even corpses in the capital. If it weren’t for the old servant of the family who desperately saved my brother and me, my clan would have died that day. It was completely cut off.”
Fang Yingxing was silent. The hatred of genocide was too heavy, especially when the old man was actually just a boy of sixteen or seventeen years old. He should have been full of vigor and heroic appearance at his age, but he became like this because he lost his Dao roots.
Seeing the masters from the Huo Split Sect arriving, his eyes were full of despair, he raised his head and let out an unwilling roar.
The voice of the sixth-level spirit-creating monk was very cold, and he opened his mouth at this moment: "I didn't expect that there are still remnants of the evil species of the Jinguang clan. I'm really careless. Your Dao roots are wasted in the body of a lowly person like you. A noble person is like this." You should have noble roots and don’t fail to recognize yourself.”
The eyes of the two Jinguang brothers were filled with anger, staring at the sneering face.
The monk just sneered and glanced at them disdainfully: "Oh, by the way, the little girl who was sacrificed turned out to be your little sister. Haha, when you see us, you are still asking me if you want candies. It's ridiculous. .”
Hearing this, Fang Yingxing also clenched his fists. Some people were wearing human skin, but they were doing things comparable to evil ghosts. In this case, what qualifications did they have to accuse Burying Ghost.
In fact, many monks expressed their disgrace to Huo Split Sect's behavior at this moment, but no one stepped forward to fight against Huo Split Sect. The reason is very simple. Huo Split Sect is backed by Canghuang Sect, so if they really want to do this , will offend many people.
Moreover, now is the period of war with the Burial Ghost. If a civil war breaks out, it will be even more dangerous.
Fang Yingxing gritted his teeth, and his aura was rising steadily. He wanted to fight again. Unlike others, he had a grudge against Canghuang Huo.
However, before he could step forward, the two brothers determinedly began to burn their life essence and blood, and their auras suddenly increased.
The sixth-level monk of the Huo Split Sect looked at them and smiled disdainfully: "Ants cannot fight against giant beasts."
The old man also smiled desperately: "We can't, but immortals can."
The sixth level monk of the Huo Split Sect changed his color. He found that the aura was not rushing towards him, but towards the Immortal Flower.
They are sacrificing themselves with blood!
You know, although the avenue runes can no longer transmit life essence, the monk's own sacrifice cannot stop it.
They actually want to drag everyone here to be buried together, and use the power of the ghost-burying immortal to achieve revenge.
Their bodies gradually turned into golden dots of light and disappeared into the petals of the fairy flowers.
At the moment when the sacrifice was completed, the Immortal Flower bloomed with dazzling brilliance again, and the petals were flashing with complex avenue runes. At this moment, they were slowly opening and blooming.
