Tick tock…
In the sky, rain began to fall, not too heavy, and it made the scene desolate.
"Woo..."
In the battlefield, cries and howls gradually began to sound. The scarred arms pushed away the earth and waste wood that were pressing on their bodies, and stood up with difficulty. The blurred vision was full of chaos.
Immediately afterwards, people began to hurriedly shout names that were extremely unfamiliar to outsiders. They were familiar relatives and friends, and they did not know whether they had survived.
This is the scene after the war.
"Yun...Yun'er..."
Liu Ang's head was covered with blood and his ears were buzzing, but he didn't care so much anymore. He hurriedly picked up a motionless woman in red from the pile of rocks and put his trembling hand to his nose.
"call……"
Fortunately, I just fainted.
"Ahem...sister...you, are you okay!"
In the blue light, Lan Ruyan found that she was being hugged tightly by someone, and she was unharmed. When she looked up, she realized that it was Lan Qing who was trying her best to protect herself. At this time, blood was constantly flowing from the corner of her mouth, and she was obviously seriously injured.
"Old Lu, are you okay?" Qi Yuan asked anxiously, looking at Lu Jiuzhou who was blocking the storm with his sword formation.
Lu Jiuzhou shook his head, but never turned around, not wanting his friend to see his pale face.
"untie!"
Under a dim shield, Xiao Hu made a difficult secret, unlocked the magic of Protecting the Dao Mountain, and revealed the dying Fuxiang inside.
"receive……"
In the distance, Shang Jun looked pale. With a flick of his fingers, sharp swords flew out of the wasteland and floated slowly and frivolously into his sword box.
He glanced at Zuo Qingxuan, who was still standing but had turned around to leave. He knelt down, carried the unconscious Oiran on his back, and staggered towards Yidi Mountain.
Bang bang!
There were two loud noises. It was that Mu Chuxuan and Duan Mutian in the sky lost the support of the emperor general and the six-path armor. They fell one after another and hit the ground, unable to move anymore.
Seeing this, many people hurriedly gathered towards the two men, regardless of their seriously injured and dying bodies. The battlefield finally had some life and was no longer lifeless.
But not everyone was so lucky to survive.
Many people completely disappeared from the collision just now and slept forever in Yidi Mountain in the South Ridge.
Elder Xiao with a different surname in Yidi Mountain, Qianlihe Jinse who had been seriously injured, Hualien from Ten Thousand Flowers Valley...
Taiyan from Taizong, Mobaixing from Tianmoling, Cangsu from Taigu Road, Zuo Huang from Qingyuan Immortal Kingdom...
And it's not just the elders who have passed through the tribulation realm. It can be said that except for the strongest generation who are still intact, the people at the scene have suffered unimaginable heavy losses.
"Master..."
A disciple in the Solid Spirit Realm was crying, and in the end he could only find the broken sword of his Master in the Condensation Realm among the ruins.
"Old man!"
Situ Yu's whole body was glowing with jade light. It was the Jade Sect's special skill, the Heavenly Jade Body, which blocked the disaster of life and death for him.
But at this moment, he was holding a piece of jade tightly in his hand, staring into the thin black mist above, looking at the lingering magic power inside, with tears streaming down his face, filled with grief and anger.
The oiran woke up, and at first glance, he saw Hua Feng hovering beside him, and tears burst into his eyes.
Jiang Li was speechless and slowly knelt down towards the place where Jin Se disappeared.
Zuo Qingxuan lowered his head, holding a piece of cloth corner left by Zuo Huang in his hand, and slowly clenched his fist.
There was no fighting on the entire battlefield for the time being, and everyone was immersed in a sense of grief that they could not let go for a long time.
Until a red thunder flashed across the sky.
Boom! !
In an instant, a pouring rain of blood covered the entire sky, accompanied by the howling wind. It sounded to people's ears like something was crying, and people couldn't help but kneel down to pay tribute and grieve.
Immediately afterwards, the ground also cracked, and dark gaps seemed to reach straight to the center of the earth, where the souls are destined to die. At this time, strange wailings continued to be heard.
"This...this is!"
Some people's eyes gradually widened. They had seen this scene not long ago.
Heaven weeps and the earth weeps!
Only the most powerful person in this world, that is, the fallen person at the pinnacle of the Tianxuan Realm, can manifest such terrifying strange phenomena!
"Ancestor!"
"Ancestor!!"
People raised their heads in panic, looking through the rain of blood, trying their best to look at the dozens of figures in the sky. At the same time, they kept praying in their hearts that they must not be the strong ones on their side.
Boom!
At this time, another red fan struck, and the light flashed, and people finally saw what was going on.
Mutian Shenzong!
Duan Wuya and Duan Jiang were supporting an old man on the left and right. His head was hanging down feebly. His originally powerful body began to wither. Dao paths spread out from his body, but as soon as they touched the air, they slowly dissipate.
The one who died was Duan Changming, the previous generation leader of the Mutian Divine Sect!
"Ancestor Duan!"
Some people cried out in sorrow, looking at the old man they had only seen at the altar of the ancestral temple, and shed deep tears.
Duan Changnian was already old and his vitality was withered. He had already retired and could have spent his old age in peace. However, this time, at the invitation of Duan Wuya, he came out again, and finally took the lead in the fiercest collision between the two peaks of the Tianxuan Realm. Killed in action!
"Ancestor, go on your way..."
Looking at the drooping old man, Duan Wuya's tone also fluctuated violently. His younger brother Duan Jiang turned away with red eyes, unable to bear to look.
In the end, Duan Wuya put away Duan Changming's body and buried it another day. As he moved, the rain of blood in the air and the cracks on the ground began to slowly dissipate.
However……
Boom! !
The dark clouds have not receded yet.
The cracks in the ground have not yet healed.
A louder lightning appeared in the sky again, striking everyone's hearts at the same time.
"How, how could..."
People were shocked and turned their heads blankly. This time, they looked at the Yidi Mountain camp.
Si Quan...
This iron-blooded and extremely powerful ancestor seemed extremely tired at this time. His cracked body was emitting a faint golden light and stained with blood, like a candle in the wind, about to be extinguished.
At a certain moment, his body went limp and he could no longer maintain control of the air, so he fell.
"Brother Si!"
Bai Ze and Shang Daoqian on the side hurriedly stepped forward to hold him up. Their expressions of concern, anxiety, and helplessness made people feel heartbroken.
This man is their comrade who has fought side by side for many years...
"Okay... let go..."
Si Quan gave a rare smile, shook his head, looked down at the disciples who were still a little confused and scared, and didn't know what would happen in the future, and slowly spoke.
"Whether it's a hundred years ago or now, the Si family...has made mistakes, but I want the world to understand that the Si family is definitely not a traitor! Although I die today, I hope that the Si family in the future will not forget their original intentions and continue to protect the fairyland. …”
After Si Quan finished speaking, not only Bai Ze and Shang Daoqian, but also Magu, Tianmu and others also pursed their lips and sighed heavily.
In the collision just now, Si Quan did not retreat or hold back at all. He rushed to the front almost risking his life, and endured greater pressure and attacks than anyone else. In the end, he was here.
By doing this, he is not atoneing for the sins of the entire Si family...
The rain of blood continued to pour down. Bai Ze and Shang Daoqian slowly let go of their hands. Si Quan's body also fell with the wind and threw himself at Yidi Mountain, which he had guarded for countless years.
In the end, his body and soul turned into little bits of light in the air, floated higher into the sky, and finally merged into the vast sky seal and stayed in the world forever.
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