Wu Xuzi touched the mirror with his hand, and then his eyes moved.
"Brothers, please help me!"
When the words fell, several Taoists had already stepped aside and came to the side of this treasure realm.
Inspired by the soul power, a huge vortex was created on the mirror. The mirror light is so penetrating that it breaks through layers of time and space.
When the vortex finally stabilized, there were waves of ripples on the mirror surface. A blurry picture began to emerge.
It was vaguely an island in the lake, and then it gradually became clear.
When the image in the mirror is completely displayed in front of everyone's eyes. Everyone in this quiet room was suffocating for breath.
All that was seen was blood, and most of the pavilions and pavilions that were originally here were gone. There were powdery pieces everywhere, and then there were minced human flesh and blood.
The blood flowing almost dyed the lake near the island red.
At this time, there was only one person standing in the sky above the former Wuwei Temple - a young man wearing bright gold clothes, with thunder wings stretching three thousand feet behind him.
Beside him, there were still a few silver flying ants floating at this moment. It was unknown what kind of insect beast they were.
Below, there were several Taoists with grief-stricken and angry expressions. He was jumping into the air. The momentum was fierce, and it was clear that he was determined to die.
But the young man remained unmoved. He looked down with an indifferent expression, looking at the eyes of several people as if they were ants.
"It's really Zong Shou!"
A sleepy murmur sounded in the room, with both anger and shock in the tone.
At this moment, the young man's sword light trembled, and the whole island in the middle of the lake was shaken. They all trembled endlessly. The remaining buildings were also flickering. Even the lake surface within a hundred miles is full of waves.
One gold and one silver, two rays of light kept flashing, causing splashes of blood in the crowd.
The three thousand-foot thunder wings spread out, and countless black flames exploded. The blue-white sword light also flashed away.
Those Taoists were flying upward. The body and head were separated, and the corpses fell from the sky one after another.
In the whole concept of inaction, in a moment there will be no more people. Zong Shou did not leave. Instead, he used the sword energy as a pen to carve a "four" character like a dragon and a phoenix dancing on the ground.
The surrounding blood springs flowed into it. In an instant, this big character was dyed red.
Then his eyes were cold, looking over here from a distance.
The corners of his lips were slightly raised, and he gave a cold smack. A sharp sword shadow appeared in mid-air, flying towards him.
As expected, the picture in the mirror was turbulent and finally disappeared without a trace.
"Burning Sky Flame, this person must be that Zong Shou!"
"The whole family was exterminated! Another nineteen hundred lives were lost. This man is really worse than a beast!"
"It's a demon! This person's character is simply more vicious than a demonic person!"
"Four? Do you want to tell us that there will be a fifth and sixth Aspect of Wuwei next?"
"This is simply arrogant! In the tens of thousands of years my sect has been here, I have never suffered such humiliation—"
"That Wuwei Kuan is also incompetent! More than a thousand disciples, coupled with the power of the magic circle, can't even stop it for half a moment!"
"Why didn't you say it? Is this sword-guarding technique too strong?"
"This should be the Platinum Dragon Sword and the Instant Sky Dragon Sword. They are so powerful! With this sword alone, all those in the middle level of the spiritual realm will not be able to receive a single sword. No wonder Xu Wen Linya fell into his hands -"
"It's a pity. In this sky realm, we can only observe shapes and shadows, but not the source of the law. We don't know what kind of state that sect's swordsmanship has reached -"
Wujue's face turned even paler as he looked towards the side of the Ten Thousand Souls Lantern Room.
There are also monks in Wuwei Temple who leave the soul lamp here. Just now, three soul lamps were extinguished in succession. Two are at the ninth level and one is at the spiritual level.
Just now, he watched with his own eyes as this spiritual level martial artist died under Zong Shou's sword.
Together with several fellow disciples, they can't stop Zong Shou from even one sword attack!
In his Pushan Temple, only two spiritual realms have returned.
There are four thousand disciples, and the guarding formation is slightly stronger than Wuwei Guan. But how long can you resist this devil
One moment or two
There was also a sudden change in Wu Xu's eyes.
In the hundreds of years he has been in charge of the Dao Ling Qiong Realm, no one has ever been able to make him so completely lost and at a loss as to how to advance or retreat.
"quiet!"
He picked up the small hammer and struck the golden clock again.
Immediately, another grand bell rang, resounding throughout the Dao Spirit Dome.
Stay indoors and regain peace again. Wu Xu's eyelids were half open and half closed, still as calm as ever.
"The destruction of the four sects of Guanling, Wuwei, Weishan, and Wenyi is my responsibility. I did not expect it, and I did not take precautions. After this battle, I will ask the elders in the sky to discuss my crime. However, this sect is crazy and crazy. But it is not an opportunity for us. No matter what, we must solve this disaster, die for the four sects, and avenge this blood feud-"
After saying this, the faces of the many Taoists all had different expressions. Either they take it seriously, or they sneer, or they don't care, or they share the same hatred.
Wu Xu didn't pay attention and just asked lightly.
"Near Wuwei Temple, what other sects are under the jurisdiction of our Taoist Spiritual Vault Realm?"
Beneath it, a Taoist on the upper left pondered for a moment before replying: "One thousand nine hundred miles to the south, there is Dagu Temple. Two thousand four hundred miles to the northwest, there is Wuding Temple. Three thousand miles to the southeast, there is Li Temple. Shan Zong—"
Every time this man said something, everyone in the room frowned.
At this time, there are only about forty powerful people in the spiritual realm in the Qiong Realm.
The Purple Linyan Lancer was seriously injured just a year ago, and it has not yet recovered its strength.
So where should these sects stay
It is also possible to preach the Dharma of Kong, but it also requires these sects to be able to sustain it for a while -
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It was also when the Taoists in the Ten Thousand Soul Lantern Room were feeling in trouble.
At this time, Zong Shou was walking towards the south, stepping into the sky with a thousand feet step.
At this time, Xiao Jin was already sleeping on his left arm, turning into an arm guard.
A few quarters of an hour ago, when he merged with the innate cold spirit Geng Ming Qi, he had already begun to show signs of advancement.
After accompanying him to kill Wuwei Guan, he couldn't hold on any longer and fell asleep.
To his right, there were seven silver cocoons, suspended in the air, following his figure.
This is Han Xi and the six Holy Fire Silver Ants. Not long after leaving Wuwei Guan, countless silver threads spewed out from all over his body, wrapping himself tightly.
In Wuweiguan's battle, except for those Taoists above the ninth level, he almost never took action.
It was all completed by Han Xi and his soldier ants.
It seems that the creatures and flesh and blood in the Wuwei Temple are the best nutrients for its growth.
Suddenly Zong Shou paused and looked into the distance. To the south, we can already vaguely sense the Da Gu Temple, which is less than three hundred miles away.
Then the next moment, Zong Shou's eyes narrowed slightly.
As expected, the Great Gu Guan was already prepared.