boom! boom! Boom!
Above the sky, there were roaring sounds, and the battle was as fierce as ever.
Just as the ancestor of Tianzong said, Tongxuan's defeat was only a matter of time. He was so powerful in combat that he was beaten to the point where he had no ability to stand up in front of Ye Chen.
At this moment, Xutian has been covered with a blood-colored veil, and two bloody figures are still fighting. One is the master and the other is the disciple. At this moment, they are like enemies who will never die.
puff!
Amidst the roar, Master Tongxuan was slashed into the void by Ye Chen's sword, and his bloody figure fell from the sky, which was very dazzling.
boom!
Under the gaze of everyone, Master Tongxuan's fallen body hit the ground heavily.
He was too seriously injured, with countless blood all over his body. One of his arms was torn off in the battle, and half of his head was shattered. He no longer had a human form. This was perhaps the worst injury he had ever suffered since he started practicing Taoism.
Won!
Everyone in Hengyuezong suddenly burst into joy, shaking the heaven and earth.
"He...he actually defeated the ancestor." Those who were imprisoned in the Hengyue dungeon seemed to be able to see the scene outside.
Seeing the bloody scene, his body was trembling and his face was pale, because they knew that with Tongxuan's defeat, they would never have a chance to stand up again, and the consequences could be imagined.
I regret! I regret being an enemy of Ye Chen!
At this moment, people such as Qingyang Zhenren, Zhao Zhijing, Kong Cao, Zishan, Zuo Qiuming, and Jiang Hao have only now understood what true regret is. Their past aloofness has caused a huge disaster today.
Impossible, this is impossible!
Yin Zhiping, who was chained to the stone tablet, was roaring hysterically like a mad dog, his eyes were full of ferocity, and his face was ferocious and twisted.
Ye Chen's strength was unacceptable to him, and Tongxuan's defeat was even more unacceptable to him, because his last hope was shattered. He knew that what awaited him would be death by a thousand cuts.
boom!
In the shocking tide, Ye Chen fell from the sky. Perhaps his body was so heavy that the ground cracked under his feet.
He was also injured, but in the battle with Yin Zhiping, these were nothing. He had the overbearing ancient holy body and the overbearing recovery power, allowing him to ignore the scars on his body.
"Tongxuan, you lose." Ye Chen looked at Tongxuan quietly and spoke calmly.
"I'm right! I'm right!" Under the attention of everyone, Master Tongxuan got up, staggered, and roared hysterically. Until now, he was unwilling to admit that he was wrong.
"You are right, you are right." Ye Chen said calmly, "But whether you are right or wrong, what does it have to do with us? Who cares about your right or wrong? Where does right and wrong come from in this world? , what qualifications do you have to discuss this issue with me now? When you were once so high and mighty, did you ever think that you would be like today?"
ah.!
Ye Chen's words made Master Tongxuan roar into the sky again, his whole heart burst, and he lay down on his back.
When he was dying, he smiled a little sadly.
Once upon a time, how could he not know how vicious Yin Zhiping was, how could he not know that Ye Chen was more suitable to be a leader than Yin Zhiping, and how could he not know how wrong he was.
However, he knew that he was wrong, but he was unwilling to admit it, because he was the ancestor of Hengyue and the god of Hengyue. He believed that he could not make mistakes, and his majesty could not be violated.
Now, he is reaping the consequences of his own misfortune. He is so high above others that he has been betrayed and separated from his relatives. Maybe no one will hurt him until his death. During the Ghost Festival, no one will even offer him a stick of incense. What will happen to him? It turned into a handful of loess in a tomb covered with weeds.
How could I have the face to meet the ancestors of Hengyue!
Before the light in his eyes disappeared, a flash of self-mockery flashed at the corner of his mouth, but his regret came a little late.
At this moment, the cold wind is howling, and there are still death songs resounding in the dark, carrying sadness, vicissitudes and exhaustion.
The so-called victory and defeat are so cruel, and the loser is destined to end miserably.
Why!
Seeing Master Tongxuan closing his eyes, Yang Dingtian and the others sighed, with pain still in their eyes.
Although they hate Tongxuan, he is after all their mentor who passed down their knowledge and teachings in the past.
Until now, they still remember the scene when they were brought to Hengyue for the first time. How innocent they were at that time, and how could they think of standing on the opposite side of their master.
Why!
With another sigh, Yang Dingtian moved his steps and took Master Tongxuan's body away. No matter how much he hated him, he still wanted to give him a place to return to.
kill! kill! kill!
Soon, a series of shouts of killing rang out, and a wave of figures came out of the Hengyue Sect and headed straight for Yin Zhiping.
"No, no... No..." Yin Zhiping's eyes were filled with fear, his face turned pale, and his body was trembling.
"Those who come out to fool around will always have to pay back." Xie Yun and the others came up with killing swords in their hands. No one had mercy at this moment. Blood debts must be paid with blood. If I don't kill you, how can I comfort the souls of the dead.
ah..!
Yin Zhiping was drowned in the shrill wails, and his blood flowed on the quilt, dyeing everyone's name engraved on the stone tablet red.
The end of a great drama can be described as a great joy.
But here, Ye Chen had already arrived at the door of the Hengyuezong dungeon with the killing sword in hand. His expression was neither happy nor worried, without any emotion.
"Ye Chen..." When Ye Chen was about to enter the dungeon, Chu Ling'er stepped forward and grabbed him, as if he knew what he was going to do. Others such as Yang Dingtian and the ancestor of Tianzong also looked at Ye Chen.
"I'll take care of the murder." Ye Chen said calmly, and walked into the Hengyuezong dungeon.
"Spare... spare us, spare us." Seeing Ye Chen walking in with the killing sword, Qingyang Zhenren and Zhao Zhijing begged one after another. Although they knew that these were useless efforts, they still held such A glimmer of hope.
Ye Chen said nothing and came slowly, with a very steady pace. He ignored the pleadings of Master Qingyang and others, and only kept waving the killing sword in his hand.
At this moment, he was cold-blooded than anyone else. Behind him was a series of bloody footprints. Every time he swung his sword, dozens of figures would fall into a pool of blood. Even if they were dead, there was still fear in their eyes.
Those who come out to fool around will always have to pay back!
Ye Chen's voice lingers in the dungeon for a long time. When your hands are stained with blood, you should think of this day.
ah..!
The dungeon was filled with screams and howls, which made everyone feel chilly, as if the dungeon was an endless hell.
Why!
Yang Dingtian and the others sighed again.
This is the cruelty of seizing power by force, full of blood.
At some point, the screams died out.
Under the gaze of everyone, Ye Chen walked out of the underground palace, still holding the bloody Chixiao Sword in his hand, and he was covered in blood, as if he was a blood Shura who came out of hell.
For some reason, seeing Ye Chen in this form, everyone present felt an inexplicable feeling of fear.
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