At the same time, within the sea of clouds, there was a floating palace above.
The song has a definite rhyme, and I look at the clouds and mist in front of me, rolling and changing. His eyes were completely unfocused and indifferent.
He was originally a fiery person, but now he had a somewhat cold temperament, just like Yun Gong at this moment -
It was extremely bleak and deserted!
In the past, disciples of the Lingyun Sect could be seen everywhere, finding places to practice and study martial arts and spiritual techniques in this Cloud Palace.
At this moment, at a glance, there were only three or five people scattered around. And most of them are absent-minded and have a worried look on their face.
It wasn't until Yan Feibai walked up behind her that Ge Hanyun's eyes regained some of their sparkle.
"Is the discussion over?"
You can tell by seeing Yan Feibai standing here at this time, so this sentence is just a subconscious inquiry.
Ge Hanyun turned around, but her expression was still a bit dazed.
“So, Master Lingweizi’s uncle and Master Long Ruo’s have really perished on Shangxiao Mountain?”
"yes!"
Yan Feibai nodded, his expression compared to a few days ago. More calm.
"Not only our uncle, but also the four hundred and sixth-level Taoist soldiers of our Lingyun Sect and the two thousand monks who accompanied us all died. It is said that our uncle Longruo was killed by the demon king with a casual sword, and a ninth-level monk from the Shangxiao Sect was killed. They were practicing martial arts and killed together. Poor Uncle Master, he had hated that Zong Shou all his life. But at the end, it was said that the demon king didn't even look at him. Killing Uncle Master was just incidental. On the contrary, Han Nishui was deeply hated by the demon king and was cut in half to death—"
The song contains rhyme and I don't know what Yan Feibai meant by this. It sounded like sarcasm, but there was no hint of ridicule in her tone. However, at this time, she had no intention of holding any injustice against her uncle, whom she had only met a few times.
Probably since Long Ruo was angry because of his own mistakes, resented due to jealousy, and lost his normal mind, he was destined to have this result.
With an inaudible sigh, Ge Hanyun continued to ask: "What did the elders say?"
"The leader has just abdicated! I will face the wall for nine hundred years as punishment for my mistakes."
When he finished speaking, several bells rang in the Cloud Palace. It is majestic and majestic, but at this time, it makes the already deserted palace even more desolate.
This is the final sound announcing that Lingyun Sect has become the leader. Yan Feibai made up his mind, and then said again: "My ancestor, Uncle Kuangshi, will take charge of Lingyun. I will be the chief disciple and candidate for the next leader. Starting today, Lingyun Sect will also withdraw from Donglin Yunlu. What does the sect mean? , is to talk to the demon king of Qiantian Mountain—"
Ge Hanyun suddenly realized that the so-called "talk" meant seeking peace.
At this time, Lingyun Sect no longer has the power to resist Qian Tianshan!
Thinking of Donglin Yunlu, I felt cold all over.
—There are Lingyun Sect, with nearly two dozen outer disciples, as well as disciples’ families, all intertwined.
With this retreat, all the elites of Lingyun Sect for thousands of years have been wiped out.
Thinking of the tragic deaths of those two thousand fellow disciples on Shangxiao Mountain. Ge Hanyun couldn't help but feel sad, and said angrily: "Is it possible that there are no bones left of those two thousand fellow disciples in Shangxiao Mountain, so let's just forget about it?"
In my heart, I still admire Zong Shou deeply, and I am also pleased with my own vision.
The young man who humiliated a sect on Danling Mountain with one sword was indeed extraordinary.
As expected, the body with two veins, the barrier between heaven and man, and the body with a broken soul couldn't stop him—
Two years later, the demon king finally soared into the sky and dominated the world!
But in this chest, I just felt abnormally dull at this time.
"After all, it was me, Lingyun Sect, who planned the plan first! And in this world, big fists mean the right thing. Now in Qian Tianshan, the fists are bigger than ours!"
Yan Feibai shook his head slightly, knowing that his junior sister was just using this opportunity to vent her anger. At this moment, I'm afraid most of them still have no intention of being hostile to that person.
After watching Ge Hanyun calm down, Yan Feibai spoke again with an indifferent expression.
"Even if you want revenge, this is not the time. You and I are the only direct disciples of the sect, and we have the responsibility to pass on the tradition and protect the sect. Now we not only need to make peace with Qian Tianshan, but we also need to find a way to use it. It’s his strength. If possible, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to serve under his command—"
Ge Hanyun's eyebrows were widened, and her eyes were full of surprise and disbelief.
"Half a day ago, seventeen of the sect families in Donglin were destroyed by Xueyunqi. There were four other families that were destroyed by the devil! Now outside the cloud world, there are countless demon sect monks, and even some The Lingfu sect is also watching with eager eyes."
At this point, Yan Feibai's expression still didn't change at all, as if he was treating this crisis that could destroy Qian Tianshan and kill people at any time as nothing.
"It's okay for our sect to celebrate the festival with Qian Tianshan, but if that demon king doesn't speak up, who in this world would dare to help me, Ling Yun?"
Ge Hanyun's face suddenly became extremely pale. This last sentence made her suddenly wake up.
At this time, the strength of Qiantian Mountain has actually reached this point—
Without the permission of the Demon King, who would dare to help Ling Yun in the Holy Land
As for the Holy Land Sect, I’m afraid I have to ask, what’s the benefit of helping you reach Ling Yun
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On a remote mountain range, there were loud explosions, causing the spiritual energy here to surge endlessly.
Hundreds of thousands of people gathered here, beating drums and making noise. Most of them are wearing messy clothes and armor, and the array is not very neat.
However, the densely packed soldiers gathered here, and the momentum was extremely majestic.
Beneath the mountainside, Yin Yang caressed the bloody spurge in his hand and looked at him coldly with a calm expression.
These soldiers and horses are all the masters of nearby cities and gathered here spontaneously. In fact, apart from building up momentum, it doesn't have much use. It's just a way to show surrender to Qiantian Mountain.
At this time, the dozens of spiritual masters who followed were manipulating twenty fifth-level Yuan Mie Shen Crossbows to bombard them in turn.
The seemingly indestructible spiritual formation was now full of cracks.
It only takes another half-quarter of an hour to blast it away. Even the mountain finally held on. The two thousand and four hundred Blood Cloud Riders under his command are enough to smash this mountain open by force!
There are three hundred people in the Blood Cloud Cavalry. If they are commanded by a seventh-level monk, they can compete with the ninth-level. But if there are more than a thousand people, their strength can directly enter the spiritual realm.
Unfortunately, at this time, the seventh-level monks among the Blood Riders were still just him and Zong Yuan.
In order to prevent others from taking advantage of the situation, they could only separate the two teams and let him and Zong Yuan lead them separately to kill the clans one by one.
The speed is also much slower than expected. The hidden strength and means of most aristocratic families and sects are far greater than what they appear on the surface.
For example, the Yun Tan Sect in front of us is just a small sect with less than three hundred people. Who would have thought that its mountain-protecting formation could be so strong
However, Yin Yang felt eager to try, with a little impatience in his eyes. The blood in his body also burned up, making his blood boil and unable to restrain himself.
This is the first time that the fighting spirit is so strong.
This path is after entering the seventh level, one's own accumulation has been exhausted. As your practice progresses, it will slow down.
But on that day, Zong Shou coordinated and gathered everyone's strength to resist Master Shenxiao.
The whole person's soul seemed to have been refined. The subsequent cleansing of the essence, cutting of the marrow, and strengthening of the muscles and bones were even more surprising.
Most of the Blood Cloud Riders still have toxins in their bodies, so the effects are not yet apparent at this time.
Yin Yang's cultivation has shown signs of loosening, and he seems to be on the verge of a breakthrough.
"Lord Dutong, you seem a little anxious today?"
There was an inquiry from the side. Yin Yang turned around and saw that it was Lingfa Kong who had commanded more than a hundred spiritual masters and came with him.
Frowning, Yin Yang knew that his mood was indeed a little abnormal. He nodded and said, "I am indeed anxious! Your Majesty's wedding is about to happen, but these sects have not been wiped out yet, so you are anxious?"
He had watched with his own eyes how Miss Yiren and Zong Shou came together. How could they not be here when they were getting married
Lingfa Kong was also stunned, and inadvertently, the child at the beginning had become an adult.
Two years ago, I didn't think he could survive in this cruel and troubled world. Live to adulthood, even to your wedding day.
If you miss it once, you will never miss it the second time.
"These sects are really stubborn!"
With the current momentum of Qiantian Mountain and the prestige of the Blood Cloud Cavalry, these sects only have 60% chance of fleeing Donglin, and the remaining 20% choose to directly serve Qiantian in order to preserve the Lingshan Taoism. The rest of the sects like Yun Tan Sect, who asked themselves how confident they were, actually chose to huddle inside the mountain gate and wait.
I don't know if he is really stupid, or if he is too confident in the strength of his own sect.
"Is this Yuntan Sect really ridiculous? It actually expects those sects that are helping them to come to their aid?"
According to Ling Fakong's knowledge, there are three sects nearby that are almost different from Yuntan Sect, and they are truly connected with the same spirit.
But just half an hour ago, two of these three sects had already escaped. The rest have also surrendered and are willing to be governed by Qiantian Mountain.
In his eyes, Yun Tanzong's move was nothing more than an attempt to raise his own worth. He wanted to frustrate the blood cloud cavalry's edge, and then he could win a more transcendent status in Donglin. He had no intention of fighting to the death.
I have seen several cases before, which are extremely annoying -
Yin Yang listened silently, and suddenly saw dozens of spiritual lights rising in the distance. In a matter of seconds, the spiritual formation that was on the verge of being shattered was mostly restored.
So the last trace of patience disappeared.
"Shu Xue Kill Shuangqi! Don't seal the sword until this sect is wiped out!"
Even if he was blamed by Xuanyuan Yiren afterwards, he still admitted it. Before the sound fell, he had already commanded the cavalry and started running in the void.
Yin Yang suddenly took out a small halberd and threw it suddenly. The blood knights behind him also made the same move.
Two thousand bloody halberds flashed down like meteors, hitting the top of the mountain.
The whole mountain suddenly shook,
At this time, Yin Yang also arrived in front of the spiritual formation. The blood-painted halberd in his hand slashed hard! It turned into thousands of feet, and then with a loud bang, this layer of barrier was destroyed. Crush it forcefully!
This caused nearly a hundred spiritual masters in the distance who were trying their best to maintain the formation to bleed from their mouths.
At this time, the world and hundreds of thousands of people were silent. This is the power of blood riding! Seeing is better than hearing a hundred times—