The overwhelming purple finally collided with the blood-red mountains.
The purple light is like a sword, with an aura that almost tears the world apart. It is constantly tearing at the blood-red mountains, using an absolute advantage to make the blood-red mountains darker and darker.
But at this moment...
A fire began to appear in the purple light and blood-red mountains.
It was a fire as bright as the sun, and it was also a fire that could burn everything. The blood-red mountains seemed to be ignited at this moment, and the rocks, trees, and rivers completely turned into a sea of fire.
The purple light suppressed the fire, and the purple light splashed in the flames.
At first glance, it seemed that he had a huge advantage. However, I don’t know when the flames began to slowly swallow up the purple light, bit by bit...
The devouring speed is not fast, but as the flames continue to grow, the devouring speed becomes faster and faster, until finally, it can be clearly seen with the physical body.
The blood-red mountain range has completely disappeared, but it left behind a ball of fire, a fire that continuously swallowed up the purple light...
The melodious sound of the flute echoed in the air.
In fact, when the flame appeared, the sound of the flute never stopped. It was a kind of desolation, and it was also a kind of sadness that burned everything.
Just like the memory in the Shanhe Qiankun Fan.
Full of sorrow.
Finally, the purple light disappeared, and the sound of the flute also disappeared, leaving only a flame that slowly became smaller, because there was no more purple light that could be swallowed up by it.
A breeze blew by, bringing with it a little bit of fine yellow sand.
The fire went out.
It seemed as if it had never happened before. The air was still air and the wind was still slightly cool. However, everyone's hearts were in their throats at this moment.
Especially Wu Feng.
What was different from last time was that blood was still flowing from the corners of his lips, but he forced himself to endure it and just let the blood slowly flow out of his mouth instead of spurting out again.
because…
That would affect the sound of his flute.
There was a faint sadness in Wu Feng's eyes. He didn't know whether it was because of the influence of the Shanhe Qiankun Fan, or because he saw Yan Xiu's current appearance.
In short, the corners of his eyes seemed a little moist, and his eyes were fixed on the Shanhe Qiankun Fan in Yan Xiu's hand. Of course, the current Shanhe Qiankun Fan can no longer be called the Shanhe Qiankun Fan.
Because the mountains and rivers are no longer there, on the fan, apart from being completely white, there is still some blood, some blood sprayed from the mouth and falling on the fan.
The crystal-clear red light also disappeared.
However, Yan Xiu, who was holding the fan, had eyes as red as ever, and besides his eyes, there was also a red light flashing on his chest.
Just like the beating of a heart, it flashes rhythmically.
"I didn't expect the Shanhe Qiankun Fan to be so powerful? It is indeed one of the five treasures of the Yan family, but why does Yan Xiu look so weird? Could it be..."
"No, Yan Xiu has been controlled by Shura Dao! I once read in a book that if you have an unstable foundation and forcibly improve your realm and strength, you are likely to go astray and become possessed!"
"Obsessed? Are you going to turn into an evil Shura?"
"If that's the case, that would be terrible. I heard that once he becomes an evil Shura, he will lose the goodness in his heart, only do good, and lose all his mind. If you want to save him, the only way is to destroy his cultivation."
When each of the talented men looked at the red light flashing and beating on Yan Xiu's chest, their expressions became extremely frightened.
"Evil Shura?" The middle-aged man's face didn't look very good. Apparently, he seemed to have been slightly injured in the previous blow.
However, when his eyes saw the red light beating on Yan Xiu's chest, an unusually proud smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
He didn't use his sword against Yan Xiu again.
Because people who fall into evil Shura are actually no different from dead people.
A person who is bent on doing evil and is controlled by Shura Dao is undoubtedly a sad thing for the human world. Of course, there is a bigger reason why the middle-aged man does not draw a sword.
that is…
The current Yan Xiu is a Shura Dao himself.
To put it more bluntly, Yan Xiu is not easy to deal with now. Why should a middle-aged man look for trouble for someone who is not a threat and not easy to deal with
Therefore, after seeing Yan Xiu's appearance, he walked around Yan Xiu step by step and walked towards Fang Zhengzheng, who was protected by Yan Xiu behind him.
He didn't care at all about Yan Xiu's pair of bright red eyes that were staring at him.
Closer, closer...
Just when the middle-aged man was less than one step closer to Fang Zhengyi, a bright red light suddenly struck from his side.
With a murderous intent that was as cold as hell gushing out.
"Whoa!" The middle-aged man's figure flew away and disappeared in a flash, turning into a purple light and landing five steps away. He looked at Yan Xiu, who was slowly turning towards him, with an expression of extreme surprise.
Evil Shura!
The reason why he is called an evil Shura is because his mind is no longer under control, so of course he may attack people around him inexplicably.
However, the Yan Xiu in front of him obviously did not feel like he had attacked him inexplicably.
That is a kind of protection!
A kind of protection that bursts out from the heart, which does not require the mind to decide at all, and will be followed naturally, which makes people's hearts tremble.
same…
It also made the middle-aged man feel a little annoyed.
"It's really tricky! It's a pity... you have become a useless person after all!" A purple light flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes, and the sword in his hand slashed an arc of sword light from top to bottom.
At the same time, another purple light rushed towards Fang Zheng at high speed.
"Whoa!" Two bright red rays of light flashed out again, one blocking the oncoming arc-shaped sword light, while the other flew directly towards the purple light that was rushing toward Fang Zhengyi.
"boom!"
"boom!"
Two loud noises came out.
…
On the cliff of Fenggu.
Yun Qingwu's eyes were fixed on Yan Xiu, who was fighting with the middle-aged man. There seemed to be a slight tremor in his eyes, but it was only fleeting.
Immediately afterwards, Yun Qingwu's hand finally moved, and she waved gently to the dozens of demon elites standing behind her, her eyes slightly cold.
When dozens of demon elites saw Yun Qingwu's gesture, they all looked at each other, as if they could see the determination in each other's eyes.
"Kill!" Dozens of demon elites shouted coldly almost simultaneously at this moment, and then, one by one, they quickly jumped down from the cliff of the Wind Valley.
Like meteors, they scattered and flew in the direction of Nangong Hao, the talented men in front of the nearly 50,000 sergeants, and the leading sergeant.
After a while, there were only three figures left on the cliff of Fenggu, Yun Qingwu, and the two deputy commanders of the Star Territory guarding behind her, one at the reincarnation state and the other at the peak of the light return state.
Nangong Hao looked at the demon elites that were shooting towards them like meteors, and the Wuwei Sword in his hand tightened in an instant.
A "click" sound came from his palm.
It seems that he is making a huge decision, but even Nangong Hao is a little hesitant about this decision.
At this moment, the demon elites finally rushed into the crowd.
They could no longer be called the demon elites, but a group of wolves that rushed into the sheep, because after they rushed into the flock, they slaughtered the talented people standing in front of the sergeants without any hesitation.
"Archers, prepare!"
"shoot!"
"Lance and shield!"
"Block them and protect the candidates!"
Orders rang out at this time, arrows were flying all over the sky, shields were held in front, and spears were placed on top of the shields.
However, it was still unable to stop the swords in the hands of dozens of demon elites.
because…
They are all returning to the light realm.
It is really too simple for a group of demons from the Huiguang Realm to massacre some talented people and ordinary soldiers at the top of the Amaterasu Realm in front of the formation.
"Whoosh!"
At this moment, a golden light finally rushed into the sky. That light came from a sword, a crystal clear sword.
The name of the sword is Wuwei, and the person holding the sword is Nangong Hao.
Nangong Hao looked at the demon elites who rushed into the crowd, and his expression looked extremely determined. It was the determination that came after he had made up his mind and breathed a sigh of relief.
The source of this determination is of course related to the decisions he made.
Xing Qingsui's eyes also looked at the golden light rushing into the sky at this time. In an instant, his expression also changed suddenly.
only…
Soon, he recovered again, and bit his lips tightly, looking at Nangong Hao, as if he was telling something.
At this moment, black cracks suddenly appeared under the city wall of Han Yuan Department. Then, the cracks widened and turned into doors that looked like they were opening on the ground.
Such a scene not only surprised the soldiers from the Southern Region who were rushing out from the gate of the Han Yuan Tribe, but also the talented people who were resisting the demon elites.
Because, when those doors were opened, figures rushed out like ants rushing out of the ground.
"Shuashuashua..."
Densely packed and orderly.
Of course, the biggest difference from ants is that these figures are larger in size and move extremely fast. After emerging from the ground, they all move towards Nangong Hao and those who rush into the crowd like streams of light. The demon elites rushed over.
"Is this another ambush?"
"No, this belongs to our Daxia..."
"Oh my God, it's really them!"
When the talented people saw the figures rushing over, they were completely shocked, because they never expected to see these people here.
"So that's it... They have never been allowed to enter the Han Yuan Tribe. Nangong Hao... really deserves to be the most talented person in the world!" Yun Qingwu looked at the streams of light rushing out.
There didn't seem to be much shock in her eyes at the appearance of the figure, but the admiration in her eyes was not concealed.
One after another figures arrived in front of Nangong Hao in an instant.
Each one is wearing distinctive armor, which is a kind of armor made of special materials. The armor is engraved with golden threads, which look like dragons wrapped around them.
"Master Nangong!" A neat voice sounded at this time. The biggest difference between their voices and ordinary sergeants was that their voices had a kind of pride that came from their bones.
It is a kind of superiority and innate pride.
Of course, they do have the capital to be proud, because they are the Dragon Guards, a special army that originally only belonged to the direct orders of the Holy Emperor.
The soaring golden dragon mark on their chests represents their lofty status. It is the privilege of the dragon guards to not salute the prince when they see him, and to enter the imperial city without falling off the horse. This is the privilege of the dragon guards.
But today, they appeared here, at the foot of the Hanyuan Tribe in the Southern Territory, and treated Nangong Hao courteously.
Four middle-aged men walked out at this time, walked out of the dragon guards wearing bright armor, and came to Nangong Hao's side.
"Mr. Nangong, this order is not our plan." A middle-aged man looked at Nangong Hao and seemed to be asking, but there was no accusation in his tone.
"I know." Nangong Hao nodded lightly without explaining.
"Okay, I understand." The middle-aged man also nodded. He did not ask Nangong Hao for an explanation, because he already knew Nangong Hao's thoughts in making this decision.
"Leave Baixing to me, and leave the others to you. As for Fang Zhengzheng... just leave it to Yan Xiu for the time being!" Nangong Hao made a decision quickly.
However, when he looked at Yan Xiu, he obviously hesitated.
But it was just a moment of hesitation.
In fact, this decision was not a decision he wanted to make, but it was a decision he had to make.
because…
The current Yan Xiu is not a person who will obey his orders and advice.
In other words, the middle-aged man from the demon clan can't get close to Fang Zhengyi, and the dragon guard can't get close either. So, the best way is not to get close.
"Evil Shura... Yan Xiu, you must not really degenerate into an evil Shura..." Nangong Hao glanced at Yan Xiu subconsciously and sighed in his heart. Then, the Wuwei Sword in his hand pointed directly at the man standing there. The star worshiper opposite him.
The smile on Baixing's lips remained.
It seemed that he was not too surprised by the dragon guard who appeared in front of him, and he was even a little excited, an excitement that seemed to come from victory.
"When you take out your last chess piece, what do you have left?" Bai Xing looked at the dragon guards who were rushing towards the demon elites, his fingers trembled slightly, and starlight flickered.
"You can take a guess." Nangong Hao did not directly answer Bai Xing's words, but looked at the blue sky as if nothing was wrong, as if talking to himself. (To be continued.)
(End of chapter)