The surroundings were silent, and everyone was still immersed in the power of Three Thousand Swordsmanship, unable to regain consciousness for a long time.
Ahead, Han Xiao had been stabbed into a hedgehog by a spiritual sword, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.
Xu Yue panted heavily and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, feeling weak.
The consumption of Taoist techniques such as Three Thousand Swordsmanship is too great. Even with the support of the original true understanding, the spiritual power is still not enough.
In the distance, Wen Xu held the token in his hand tightly, looking at Han Xiao who was motionless in the sword group, and felt a chill on the back of his neck.
The matter is serious.
Now is the critical moment in the game between Yidi Mountain and Mutian Sect. Both sides are acting extremely cautiously for fear of causing some unnecessary misunderstandings.
Especially disciples like them must be more careful on weekdays.
Because if you are not careful, it is likely to interfere with the judgment of the top management, disrupt the previous deployment, and thus affect the overall situation.
And now, is it more than just a misunderstanding?
"Fellow Taoist! Do you know what you are doing?" Wen Xu gritted his teeth and shouted at Xu Yue.
At this time, he had determined that Xu Yue was from a certain sect in the Eastern Region, and he must have an ulterior motive for coming to Cangyun Mountain this time.
"This fellow Taoist, you can't escape at all in Cangyun Mountain. Come with me quickly..."
Song Liben stuck his head out of the golden holy shield. Before he could finish his words, he was frightened back by Xu Yue's look.
Wen Xu's thoughts were much more complicated than Song Li's. After all, he was a direct disciple of Yidi Mountain, which was still very different from the Huanhuang Sect.
"Fellow Taoist, which force do you belong to? Are you going to start a war with the Mutian Sect?" Wen Xu asked loudly.
"War?"
Xu Yue wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his cuffs, looked at the gentle young man, and said mockingly: "You don't need to trick me, even if there is a war, it will be between your two families. Is it none of my business?"
"you!"
Wen Xu pointed a finger at Xu Yue and couldn't say a word for a long time.
He couldn't answer this sentence at all, or he didn't dare to answer it.
Xu Yue snorted, ignored Wen and Song, and walked towards Han Xiao in the center of the sword group.
He vaguely felt that the other party's breath of life was still flowing, and it didn't look like he was dead.
If possible, he wouldn't mind giving the other party another blow to end it.
Arriving in front of the group of swords, Xu Yue waved his hand, and a blood-stained spiritual sword melted quickly like snow meeting the blazing sun, revealing Han Xiao's appearance inside.
At this time, this arrogant and violent Mutian Cult disciple lowered his head, with countless sword holes all over his body, and he was still bleeding out.
"You're not dead yet, why are you pretending?" Xu Yue sneered.
Han Xiao did not respond.
Xu Yue frowned slightly and found that the other party seemed to be holding something tightly in his hand. Upon closer inspection, he found that it was the mortal stone that he had stolen with the Feilong Cloud Exploration Hand before.
It was because of this thing that Han Xiao took Lin Yu as a hostage and threatened Xu Yue not to escape, which eventually led to tragedy.
Xu Yue guessed that this thing should be of great use, perhaps related to the conspiracy of the Mutian Sect.
"Let me see what secret this is!"
Xu Yue spoke forcefully, but he still retained some vigilance in his heart. He did not step forward rashly, but only used a ray of spiritual power to explore Han Xiao.
He originally thought that this way, even if there was a trap, he could escape immediately.
But Xu Yue still fell into the trap.
Buzz!
The moment the spiritual power came into contact with Han Xiao's body, Xu Yue felt a terrifying suction force, dragging him into a magical realm.
Looking in horror, Xu Yue found that Han Xiao had already raised his head, holding the unknown mortal stone and looking at him with a sinister smile.
"not good!"
Xu Yue immediately cut off the connection between his body and the spiritual power, intending to get rid of control.
But it was already too late. After that ray of spiritual power was captured by the field, the surrounding space was also locked, making it impossible to escape.
In a blink of an eye, the surrounding scene had changed.
The grassland is no longer there, and the sky is filled with red morning glow.
There is nothingness below, and you can't see the end even if you open your spiritual eyes.
In the sky, chariots were roaring across the sky, like an army of hunters from all directions, patrolling the imperial land.
At this time, Han Xiao was standing on one of the chariots, looking at him indifferently.
"Mu Shen Jue..."
Xu Yue looked at those chariots with a solemn expression.
The Mu Shen Jue, the Mu Tian Shen Sect's sect-suppressing technique, is a world-shaking technique that can be compared to the Three Emperors Technique of Yidi Mountain, and is infinitely powerful.
A hundred years ago, Xu Yue suffered a big loss in this technique, and was almost killed by Duan Mutian on the spot without knowing anything about it.
Fortunately, Wang Ba and many friends fought hard to save him, and he was able to survive.
Now facing this technique again, Xu Yue felt a chill in his heart, recalling the feeling of facing death head-on.
"I can feel the fear in your heart."
Above, Han Xiao spoke, his festering face kept squirming and quickly recovered in this wonderful realm.
"You are very good. You can even say you are very strong. You can defeat me at a low level...but that's the end of it."
Han Xiao squeezed the mortal stone in his hand, his body trembling slightly.
Now that this thing has been used, Xu Yue has no way out!
"rise!"
Suddenly, Han Xiao grabbed a battle flag stuck in the void and waved it hard!
boom!
Those magnificent chariots began to move, roaring like thunder and lightning, and rolled towards Xu Yue.
Xu Yue wanted to hide, but he only felt that the flow of spiritual power throughout his body had stagnated, and his movements became stiff.
Xu Yue was shocked, looking at the chariot getting closer and closer, he could only try his best to mobilize his stagnant spiritual power to protect his vitals.
The next moment, chariots rolled over, ramming into Xu Yue from all directions, and crushing him repeatedly. It was like an ancient torture, which made people's scalp numb.
In an instant, Xu Yue's body was smashed to pieces, cracks appeared on his body, and he was about to collapse.
But with the operation of the original solution, waves of wonderful energy circulated throughout the body, and Xu Yue was also quickly repairing these cracks.
"break!"
Xu Yue roared, made fist seals with his hands, and hit a chariot with all his strength.
But this time, he truly realized what it means to act like a chariot.
The fist that was originally indestructible seemed to have hit the iron plate, unable to shake it at all!
Instead, it was Xu Yue whose hand bones exploded, blood and flesh splattered, and his entire arm was wasted.
"Innocent!"
In the sky, Han Xiao crossed his arms and kept sneering at this scene.
Boom!
Another chariot ran over and completely crushed Xu Yue into the void.
Later, Xu Yue was completely submerged by the chariots, and there was no other sound in the whole world except the roar of the chariots.
This lasted for half a quarter of an hour. When Han Xiao saw that the spiritual light below had completely dissipated, he raised the battle flag in his hand and stopped the attack.
Those unstoppable chariots turned around one after another, with blood and minced meat still on their wheels, roaring back into the morning glow above.
