The genius of the Jinguang Clan and his younger brother would actually end their lives in this way, completely wiping out the monks of the Huo Split Sect at all costs.
Sad, deplorable, and hateful.
Fang Yingxing could completely understand what they were doing, but he absolutely couldn't agree with it.
Because their move may push the situation that was finally stabilized into an irreversible situation.
The immortal who buries ghosts is about to be born, and no one can stop it.
The emperor's body was seriously injured and in a coma, unable to fight for the army of monks.
Fang Yingxing's eyes were solemn, staring at the position of the immortal flower.
Under the bright light, every detail of the immortal flower appears so clearly. The lines on the petals are like flowing rivers or the tracks of stars. There seems to be another world hidden in the stamens, a deep and dark world.
As time goes by, the fairy flowers bloom slowly. The petals unfold layer by layer, as light and elegant as a dancer's skirt. At the moment of blooming, the entire space was enveloped in this sacred and strange light. There is a faint fragrance in the air, which makes people feel relaxed and happy, but also makes people feel a little bit uneasy.
In the sacredness of the Immortal Flower, there is also a strange aura. There seemed to be something floating in the white light, appearing and disappearing. Its shape is twisted and erratic, like a giant eye or a half-open mouth, but eventually disappears.
Fang Yingxing's eternal pupils suddenly widened because he saw a man slowly walking out of the white light.
His skin is as fair as jade, his eyebrows are picturesque, his nose is high, and the corners of his lips are slightly upturned, exuding an unattainable coldness. His face has clear lines, like jade that has been tempered for thousands of times, emitting a faint cold light. His eyes were deep and mysterious, as if he could penetrate all the illusions in the world.
He walked out of the immortal flower, as if he was the incarnation of the flower, dancing with the flower and singing with the wind. His fingers were slender and powerful, and with a single wave, there was wind and thunder. His steps were light and graceful, as if he were walking on the clouds.
Like a banished immortal, he gently landed on the statue and slowly opened his eyes, his pupils were deep black.
In an instant, blue dragons, white tigers, redbirds, and Xuanwu loomed around him, unicorns and phoenixes roared behind him, and visions appeared.
Fang Yingxing felt a strong sense of uneasiness, which he had never felt even when he was being chased by the Canghuang Sect and the Huo Split Sect.
The only thing that made him relieved was that the ghost-burier immortal was only at the sixth level of spiritual creation, and might not be able to change the entire battle situation.
The burial ghosts were going crazy. They used secret techniques to escape from the attacks of their opponents, gathered under the altar, and knelt down devoutly.
Many people with gifted physiques present were stunned.
Young Master Yuhua's feeling was the most obvious. The radiance on the body of the Ghost Burying Immortal was a sign that the Yuhua Treasure Body was favored by the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth. The Ghost Burying Immortal actually had blood with such a constitution flowing in his body.
Not only him, Xu Qing's pupils also shrank. She possesses the Blood Moon Body, the strongest constitution of the Blood Rebellion Clan, but at this moment, she felt the familiar vigorous blood energy from the body of the Ghost Burying Immortal, which was the Blood Moon Body. The strong blood energy possessed by the moon body.
Ao Yu frowned, because he felt the true dragon blood from the Ghost Burial Immortal. In a sense, it was even purer than him, and it might even be the blood of the ancestral dragon.
After a brief shock, Fang Yingxing understood that the Ghost Burying Immortal was born after tens of thousands of years of gestation. The Ghost Burying Clan spent tens of thousands of years sacrificing all kinds of powerful bloodlines and physiques to him.
The figure standing on top of the statue spoke: "Rising from the burial ground, emerging from the darkness, shining on the endless river of time, immortal, living forever, holding the moon and dying, I am an immortal, buried immortal ."
Its voice was faint and faint, as if it had reached everyone's ears after countless years.
The fact that he named Burial Immortal after him highlighted his extraordinary and majestic character.
The word "immortal" is still extraordinary, but adding the word "burial" means it already involves the realm of immortality.
From ancient times to the present, countless monks believe that only by burying themselves can they be reborn and achieve true immortality. It is in death that the ultimate vitality can be nurtured.
Mr. Yuhua's eyes were solemn and his face was gloomy. He stared at the buried immortal and said, "Do you also want to bury yourself and regain a new life like this immortal who may exist?"
The Burial Immortal slowly looked back, looked at Mr. Yuhua, and smiled slightly, but it had a mocking taste no matter how he looked at it. He said lightly: "Bury yourself? Of course not, that is not my way, I want to Buried is the whole world."
Fang Yingxing was shocked in his heart. This person actually wanted to bury the whole world just to achieve his success.
Burial Immortal seemed to sense something, whether intentionally or not, his eyes actually looked at Fang Yingxing, shining with a faint light.
"Then, let's start with your burial. Haha, let me appreciate the struggle of mortals."
He slowly raised his hand and made a seal with his right hand. A stream of light flew out of his hand and landed on the avenue rune that had been destroyed by the Imperial Sky Body. It was slowly repaired.
Someone wanted to stop him, but he touched the pollen of the Immortal Flower, and his body instantly ignited with flames. Under the burning, the flesh and blood dried up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally turned into withered bones.
A stream of energy emerged from his body and fell into the hands of the Burial Immortal.
The Immortal Burial's fingers were slender and white, playing with the mass of essence at this moment, and finally inhaled the essence gracefully, with an expression of enjoyment on his face.
His eyes looked at the battlefield again: "This is not bad, but it still feels like something is missing."
When his eyes swept across the twenty-odd sixth-level soul-creating monks and seed-level geniuses, he showed a satisfied smile: "It seems I don't need to worry, it's delicious enough, haha."
Hearing his laughter, many people felt a little creepy, and there was a chill behind them.
The Burial Immortal's face was as pale as a crown jade, with a thoughtful expression on his face.
He stretched out his fingers and seemed to be choosing, very seriously, not paying attention to other people at all.
Finally, his fingers fell on the monk of the Huo Splinter Sect who was at the sixth level of spiritual creation, and he showed a playful smile: "The two brothers who sacrificed to me in the end seemed to want me to kill you. The wishes of mortals should be answered, hahahaha, interesting, just right, you have the smell that I like."
When the strong man from the Huo Split Sect was pointed out by him, he felt a biting chill, as if he was being targeted by a hunter. He instinctively wanted to run away, but his reason told him that he was also a strong man at the sixth level of Soul Creation. Or, he will not lose so easily, and the formation has restricted his escape.
He gritted his teeth, his eyes were full of madness, bloodshot eyes popped out in his pupils, and a black-gold black iron spear formed in his hand, and he threw it violently, using all his strength at the sixth level of spiritual creation.
However, Zhan Xian's face was very calm. He slowly raised his palm, and in his palm, a layer of light curtain slowly unfolded.
Without evading, he collided with the spear with his palm, and the clanging sound of metal came to mind, sparking a series of sparks.
In the end, the spear couldn't withstand the pressure, exploded inch by inch, and turned into spiritual particles again.
