The sea of blood was surging, crushing everything with its tyranny and domineering power. The entire realm began to collapse from the center of the sea of blood.
Everyone was horrified when they saw this, their eyes were bloodshot, the surrounding demons screamed, and exploded one after another. The seriously injured monks had bloody marks on their bodies, their blood left their bodies, and they shattered into pieces like stone statues.
"Red Sun Sect, retreat!"
Ye Tianlang did not hesitate and used his blood-stained hands to throw out the Vermillion Bird Copper Ring. When the copper ring was vibrating and about to collapse, he forcibly activated his domain to protect the surrounding monks.
"Ling'er, be careful!"
Pei Shengyue pulled Jiang Ling'er away, waved his hand and threw out a tiger talisman, and the white tiger image roared in the sky.
The monks of the Beiji Palace frowned, their fingertips were stained with blood, and they swept the strings wildly, causing dense sound waves.
The female cultivator of the Feng family cut her eyebrows, used her essence and blood as ink, and used the pen to control the eight directions.
The two little boys from the Wu family clashed their axes, creating brilliant sparks. The Luofu sword cultivators moved in unison, their long swords slashed across their palms, and the sword formation reached the sky!
"Sister Wuchen!"
Zhuge Zigan held Mo Baichun in his arms, and everyone worked together. The surrounding Yanjia mechanisms vibrated, and in an instant they turned into a large steel bowl and fell upside down.
"Ghost King, help me!"
Regardless of the fragility of his ghost body, the cicada spirit sacrificed himself to the ghost king of the underworld and fought against the sea of blood.
“Amitabha…”
With a chant of Buddha's name, the Vajra Dharma image suddenly became bright.
Zhuo Qingfeng and Xie Jingshan clashed their swords, and the wind-chasing sword intent turned into a vast sea of blood.
Jiang Yuebai threw out a basket of flowers, Lu Nanzhi grabbed the sword pendant of the fish, and the water from the Nether Sea poured back. The flowers in the Hundred Flowers Field bloomed one by one on the seabed, stretching for hundreds of miles!
Shi Yuming stood in the middle of the crowd, with his iron rod stuck in the ground. He shook his arms with a sound like a loud bell.
"The Five Mountains suppress the mountains and rivers!"
boom!
The Five Sacred Mountains rose from the ground and collided fiercely with the surging blood waves. Under the surging blood-colored waves, lights of various colors bloomed one by one from all directions, with momentum reaching the sky and extremely dazzling.
However, the blood wave was so fierce and overbearing that the Five Mountains collapsed. Shi Yuming vomited blood and retreated, his whole body cracked.
Ye Tianlang’s Vermillion Bird Copper Ring shattered and he fell to the ground, seriously injured.
"Katsuki!"
Pei Shengyue and the White Tiger Dharma Image were engulfed by the blood wave. Jiang Ling'er screamed and rushed forward without hesitation.
Screams and roars rang out one after another, and everything was mercilessly drowned by the waves of blood until everything naturally subsided.
The blood waves slowly receded, and there was silence between heaven and earth.
The wind was whistling, and the smell of burnt blood filled the air. The survivors crawled out of the ruins, touching their bodies in confusion and horror, their faces covered in blood, as they glanced at the devastated earth and the magical barriers that were crumbling bit by bit.
The ground was covered in flames and everything was charred black. The originally crowded hillside suddenly became empty.
"Brother Ye! Someone, come, where is Jiang's people? Come and save him!"
The surviving cultivator of the Red Sun Sect held Ye Tianlang's charred body. No matter how hard they tried, they could not stop the blood from flowing out of his body. Next to him was the completely broken Vermillion Bird Copper Ring.
Except for him, the remaining four cultivators of the Red Sun Sect were all fine.
"Binger! Jinger—"
Suddenly, Pei Shengyue's sad cry was heard not far away. Her hair was disheveled and her body was dirty. She was kneeling on the ground facing the broken apricot branches, but there was no sign of Jiang Ling'er.
She still remembered that at the last moment when she was engulfed by the blood wave, it was Jiang Ling'er who used a secret method to teleport her out and die in her place.
The surviving disciples of Jinlan Sect and Jiang Clan collapsed to the ground, covering their faces and crying bitterly.
There were cries of grief coming from the Beiji Palace, Feng clan, and Wu clan. In the Zhuge clan's position, the inverted steel bowl was reduced to only half of its original shape.
Zhuge Ziying frantically searched for the cicada spirit in the ruins, but couldn't find any trace of it. He could only angrily slap the fragments of the Yanjia in the ruins.
Mo Baichun broke free from Zhuge Zigan's arms and saw his back covered in blood and the wounds were so deep that the bones were visible. Even a cold-blooded person like her had red eyes and could not say anything. She was just trembling with fear. After feeding him the pill, she beat Zhuge Zigan's arm in anger and heartache.
Zhuge Zigan's face was pale, but he was still smiling faintly, wiping away Mo Baichun's tears with his blood-stained hands.
Most of the sword practitioners of Luofu Sword Sect also died. The three monks on the Vajra Platform protected dozens of people, but their injuries were serious and difficult to treat.
The people from Guiyuan Sword Sect and Xie Jingshan were all protected by Jiang Yuebai and Lu Nanzhi's domain. Except for the flower basket and the fish pendant which were damaged, everyone was safe and sound.
But when Jiang Yuebai retracted his domain and looked for Shi Yuming, he only saw his iron rod stuck alone in a scorched earth, surrounded by people who were still in shock and had luckily survived.
Lu Nanzhi's face was also filled with sorrow. He raised his hand and patted Jiang Yuebai's shoulder. It was unknown what he was thinking. Looking at the bloody evil energy remaining on the ground, his eyes gradually became deep.
Xie Jingshan walked over, pulled up Shi Yuming's iron rod, took a deep breath, closed his eyes and tilted his head, trying to suppress his grief.
When he opened his eyes again, Xie Jingshan's eyes were filled with a more determined look, and the desire to save the world with his sword and end the war became stronger in his heart.
Jiang Yuebai released his spiritual sense to scan the surroundings. All the demons were wiped out. Although there were heavy casualties, it was not as tragic as Jiang Yuebai had expected.
There were strange monks covered in dirt everywhere in the crowd, using all kinds of strange objects to form protection and saving many people.
When Jiang Yuebai saw one of the men, who was born with a hunched neck and carrying a large iron pot on his back, he suddenly understood.
It’s someone from Ruyi Gate!
They had never appeared before, could it be that... they were trying to escape by digging a tunnel underground
The Ruyi Sect is proficient in various Taoist disciplines, especially the art of Qimen Dunjia.
Boom!
The heaven and earth suddenly shook violently, and everyone staggered. Jiang Yuebai and Lu Nanzhi held each other's arms to keep their balance.
Click! Click!
Waves of heart-pounding shattering noises came simultaneously from under their feet and above their heads. Everyone looked up in horror and saw that the sky, which was illuminated red by blood and fire, was rapidly collapsing, covered with spider-web-like bloody cracks.
The remaining trees in the forest fell to the ground like a dragon turning over, the earth was torn into pieces, and the void storm suddenly became fierce. Some people were caught off guard and fell into the abyss and rift, and were torn into pieces by the void storm in an instant.
"This world is about to be destroyed!"
Someone exclaimed, and there was an uproar. Everyone was at a loss and could only stand there in panic.
Jiang Yuebai narrowed his eyes slightly, and saw runes flashing behind the cracks in the sky and the earth, like a fishing net, wrapping up the constantly shattering glass ball, allowing it to remain 'as is' for the time being.
"The protective formation is still there, we still have time!"
Pei Shengyue walked out of her grief, holding a broken apricot branch in her arms and with tears on her face, she stood up and spoke loudly to everyone on the hillside.
At the same time, black fog rolled out again from the cracks in the earth and the sky, and the demons were making a comeback.
In the blink of an eye, the rolling devil fog boiled like the sea, and the encirclement was about to close again.
Everyone knew that they could not fight any further and had to find a way to escape from this world.
Many people used the Cloud-Breaking Charge to try to rush out from the cracks in the void that were everywhere, but the light of the realm formation was so bright that it blew those people's Cloud-Breaking Charges away.
The realm formation has been activated, protecting this realm from destruction while trapping them inside.
Pei Shengyue suddenly looked towards the southwest, which was a gap in the Demon Clan's encirclement and also the direction where the Demon Clan had the least troops at the moment.
Jiang Yuebai didn't know what basis Pei Shengyue had, he just saw her raising her arms and shouting.
"Everyone, follow me and fight your way out!"
"etc!"
Jiang Yuebai tried to speak out to stop them, but Pei Shengyue had already led the people from the Chi Ri Sect and the Jiang family and quickly broke through in that direction.
Compared to her, a little-known person, Pei Shengyue of the Jinlan Sect has long been famous in the upper realm. Most of the surviving cultivators trust her and follow her to break out.
These included the Chi Ri Sect with Ye Tianlang, Beiji Palace, Feng Family and Wu Family.
The situation was urgent, and Jiang Yuebai and the others were unable to pull everyone aside to explain. The demon army had regrouped and was charging over.
Jiang Yuebai saw that there were people from the Zhuge family supporting each other, as well as the five people from the Guiyuan Sword Sect and the three seriously injured monks from the Vajra Platform, all looking at her with trusting eyes.
The male cultivator from Ruyi Sect with a crooked neck also stayed where he was with the other Ruyi Sect cultivators. He looked at Pei Shengyue and the others, then at Jiang Yuebai, and kept calculating with his fingers.
There were some scattered cultivators around, all of whom were survivors who had just been protected in the field by Jiang Yuebai and Lu Nanzhi. They were grateful to Jiang Yuebai and were willing to protect her.
Among them were Chu Xin, who had already recognized Jiang Yuebai, and Xing Chou, who had not recognized Jiang Yuebai.
Under the gaze of nearly two hundred people, Jiang Yuebai clenched his fists and felt heavy in his heart. It was the first time in his practice that he felt the pressure and restraint of not taking a wrong step.
Taking a deep breath, Jiang Yuebai retracted his gaze and turned to the northeast.
"Follow me!"
(End of this chapter)