Since the establishment of Jiuyao Palace, the goddess ruins have never been stained with so much blood.
It is impossible to count how many people died.
Yin Hong, Elder Sheng, Wen Zhangyuan, Qi Zhangyuan, Elder Xiang...
Seeing Lu Mingshu lift the butcher knife, many people were frightened.
It's not that they haven't seen dead people before. When they reach the trance state, no matter how merciful they are, they will have a few lives in their hands. However, this does not mean that they can remain indifferent as they watch their fellow disciples being slaughtered.
Jiuyao Palace is famous for its fierce internal fighting, but it is a power struggle, and it has never been so bloody.
But, what can they say about Lu Mingshu? It was the Zhou family who opened the magic box first and released the devil inside. If they hadn't calculated first, how could they have been slaughtered instead
To kill, one must be prepared to be killed. This is an undeniable truth in the world of martial arts.
The ground was stained red with blood, and the magneto-optical aftermath seemed to sense the chilling atmosphere, with ups and downs. The wind hummed, as if the chasing soul was blowing. Her cold eyes were also stained with blood.
Those who were lucky enough to watch the Goddess's battle recalled the phantasmagoria they had seen before.
During the tracing, the goddess also carried the sword in the same way, beheading one by one.
Blood splattered and sword shadows flew.
It was obviously one-to-many, but it was like a massacre, blood sprayed all over the place.
Different from Mirage, Goddess finally died due to too many enemies and exhausted blood. But before this girl, no one stopped her.
"Enough." Suddenly a mysterious voice descended from the sky, and two figures appeared silently.
Elder Wan Yu appeared at the scene with Fu Shangqing.
He gently stretched out his hand and put it on Lu Mingshu's sword, his eyes were as calm as water: "Lu Mingshu, everyone who deserves to be damned is already dead."
The Yin Hong in his pupils slowly receded, and Lu Mingshu looked at the Supreme Elder Wan Yu in front of him.
"The Supreme Elder." She asked softly, "What capacity do you use to stop me?"
Elder Wan Yu narrowed his eyes.
Master Yu Wen jumped in his heart and shouted: "Nephew Lu! Don't be presumptuous! This is the Supreme Elder."
However, Lu Mingshu didn't seem to have heard it, and continued to ask: "If you give the order as the Supreme Elder, please forgive me for not being able to obey."
Elder Wan Yu was not angry, but asked, "Why?"
"If it was me who died today, would the Supreme Elder stop it?"
Elder Wan Yu was silent and did not answer.
The answer is obvious.
"Since you won't stop them, there's no reason to stop me."
but…
"Lu Mingshu," Elder Wan Yu said calmly, "those who persecuted you are all dead. The rest are nothing more than vassals. If you kill them too, you know that you will die in Jiuyao Palace." How many death feuds have you formed? Everyone has disciples and relatives and friends, even if you don't think about yourself, don't you think about your relatives and friends?"
Lu Mingshu sneered: "Will they be grateful to me if I let them go?"
"But if you don't let them go, you will definitely get hatred."
Lu Mingshu looked at him amusedly: "Elder Supreme, you only know how to teach disciples now, isn't it too late?"
Elder Wan Yu was silent.
"You didn't help me when I was oppressed, and you didn't help me when I was plotted against. If there is nothing to do, how can there be retribution?"
The words have been exhausted here. Elder Wan Yu gave a long sigh and withdrew his hand: "Forget it."
He turned his back, not watching this scene.
As the Supreme Elder, he is doomed to face the ancestors of all generations without face.
The blood flowed more and more, and the screams were endless. Once the devil came out of the box, it was out of control.
I don't know if it's an illusion, but the wind is getting louder and louder, like a call sign.
Master Yuwen suddenly felt something was wrong: "Why is the wind so strong?"
When He Xuan was reminded by him, he found that his whole body was covered in cold sweat, and was shivering from the cold when blown by the wind. Looking around, not only was the wind extremely strong, but the magneto-optic aftermath was also fluctuating, and the turbulence could be seen with the naked eye. Even the ground began to shake.
"The Supreme Elder!" Master Yu Wen immediately thought of it, and asked the Supreme Elder Wan Yu for help.
How could Elder Wan Yu not find out? He looked up, his expression changed several times, and he waved his sleeves again and again, but the mysterious light released was quickly blown away by the wind.
"No!" he yelled, "quick, get out!"
As soon as the words were finished, the magnetism and light fluctuated, and the mountains and rocks cracked, as if the sky was collapsing.
Elder Wan Yu rolled up his sleeves, turning into a sword light, quickly wrapped up the surrounding people and threw them out.
Just when he was about to roll up Lu Mingshu and the others, the aftermath of the magneto-optic waves swayed and involved several of them together, and they disappeared in the blink of an eye.
…
"Boom—" Langhua Peak suddenly shook violently, birds and beasts ran wildly, and the ground collapsed.
The disciples who were chattering about gossip turned pale with shock: "What's the matter, what's the matter? What's wrong again?"
Under the fluctuation several times more violent than before, the rest of the peaks were also affected, and there was even a "click" sound from the isolated peak, which broke off at the same root.
"My lord!" Xie Changhui rushed over.
Xie Lianzhen was still sitting steadily, looking straight at Lang Huafeng.
The earthquake lasted for half an hour, and then the elders who were thrown out of Langhua Peak appeared.
They were all in a panic, and they were terribly frightened.
He was in a panic because of the sudden vibration of the Goddess Ruins, but he was terrified because he had just seen the massacre.
Up to now, I have already left that place, and I still feel that there is blood in front of my eyes.
Zhou Miaoru rushed over, seeing these people, her heart sank.
Master Yuwen, Zheng Chong, Zhang Kun, He Xuan... what's going on? They are all from the Dao Zhou faction, where are her people? What about Fu Shangqing
"Bah!" Master Yuwen spat out a mouthful of sand.
He turned his head to look at the half-collapsed Langhua Peak, feeling like he was alive after the catastrophe.
After seeing Zhou Miaoru, the heart that was still worried about Lu Mingshu felt a little happy.
"Is Madam looking for the head? Or is she looking for Nephew Lu?"
Hearing Master Yuwen's tone, Zhou Miaoru's already sinking heart fell into the endless abyss.
Regardless of his distress, Master Yuwen smiled at her and said, "Tell Madam a good news or a bad news, which one would Madam want to hear?"
Zhou Miaoru didn't have the mood to argue with him, she just looked at him coldly.
Master Yuwen was in a good mood, of course he didn't mind, and said with a smile, "Madam won't answer, so let me tell you the good news first. Nephew Lu's life or death is uncertain."
Zhou Miaoru was startled, unable to figure out what he meant by that.
Before she could be happy, Master Yuwen said again: "The bad news is that those lackeys of yours can't come back." He looked at Zhou Miaoru and said word by word, "They are all dead!"
All dead.
Zhou Miaoru shrank her pupils and stared at Master Yuwen in front of her.
"Yin Hong, Uncle Sheng, Uncle Xiang, Junior Brother Wen, and Junior Brother Qi are all dead." He said softly, "The Zhou family is over."