Lan Shuixin's face turned red. He looked at Saint Linghu bitterly, cursed and roared loudly.
"Old immortal, what did you say? Chess piece? Haha, you can still say such things to me in this tone now. Only when I kill you old people and replace them to unify the Holy Dharma Sect, you will know that I …”
Saint Linghu snorted coldly. He suddenly stretched out his left hand, stretched one arm to seven or eight miles in length, and slapped Lan Shuixin on the face. Lan Shuixin, who had countless magical powers and secret techniques and mastered countless weird secret techniques, actually refused to dodge this seemingly simple slap, and was actually slapped away dozens of feet by Saint Linghu.
"Quack...ignorant...stupid!"
Saint Linghu glared at Lan Shuixin sternly, waved his right hand, and the lotus-shaped sword energy diffused in the air again, covering Lan Shuixin. Saint Linghu obviously didn't want to talk nonsense with Lan Shuixin, so he directly killed Lan Shuixin.
Yin Xuuge kept silently watching everything in front of him.
This old man with five eyes is actually the spirit of Saint Linghu, one of the three holy saints of the Holy Saint Dharma Sect
It was this guy, together with his two senior brothers, who worked together to create the most terrifying catastrophe in the ancient world of Yuanlu. Countless sects were wiped out, countless sects collapsed, countless monks were piled with corpses, and the entire Yuan Continent world was filled with blood.
Even Yin Xuege, who was originally a tree species of the Hongmeng World Tree with newly awakened spiritual intelligence, was hiding comfortably in the backwoods of the Yuanlu world, quietly breathing in the breath of Hongmeng and preparing to take root and sprout. As a result, because of three Due to the catastrophe caused by the Great Saint, poor Yin Xuege was forced to escape into the Hongmeng void with the imprint of life of countless descendants of the fugitives and the mantle of a large number of sects' orthodoxy.
And Lan Shuixin, this guy who came from the void spiritual world and was reborn, also caused a bloody storm within the Holy Sect.
But why is he here
The fight was raging outside, so Lan Shuixin should be sitting outside. How could he sneak in here
Yin Xuuge came here to plunder the cross-border communication circle. This treasure will eventually be of great use in the future. But what about Lan Shuixin? What is he doing here
The lotus sword energy shot out all over the sky, with a hint of quiet and gentle beauty, but full of the terrifying charm of destroying everything, and fell silently. Lan Shuixin yelled angrily and cursed, and the seven wolf-head daggers stuck in her body flew out with a sharp whistling sound, turning into seven short black lights and fiercely heading towards the Lotus Sword Qi.
With a 'click' sound, a small crack opened in the void, and then healed quickly.
The Lotus Sword Qi collapsed, and the seven daggers whirled and were bounced far away. Saint Linghu's flying sword also bounced back with a low roar. With this attack, Lan Shuixin and Linghu Shengren were evenly matched. Whether it was magical powers, or the flying swords and flying knives used, they were all equally matched.
Saint Linghu frowned.
"The one behind you is willing to give it up. My Green Lotus Intention is the result of eight thousand years of hard work, extracting the first wisp of clean air from the untainted green lotus every morning, and tempering it day and night with the true fire of my life. It turned into a wisp of green lotus sword intention, and then merged into the best sword embryo, thus creating such a magical weapon. I took this opportunity to go down to the next world and give this sword to the Linghu family to suppress their luck."
"Unexpectedly, these broken copper and iron smelting tools of yours can actually block the blow of my Qinglianyi?"
Lan Shuixin struggled up from the ground unsteadily. He wiped the blood stains from the corner of his mouth where Linghu Saint slapped him and laughed.
"Fart, it's just bullshit, it smells bad!"
He pointed at Saint Linghu and shouted disdainfully.
"You immortals just like to make these mysteries. What is the first wisp of dust-free air on the Innocent Green Lotus? What kind of bullshit is that?"
"My seven-handled Greedy Wolf Slayer is very simple to refine. In the past 13,000 years in the void spiritual world, more than 10 billion disciples of various sects have fallen. I extracted the wronged souls of 700 million of them and refined them into one body. I used all their The human corpse is burned into ashes and cast into the blade, and this treasure is made!"
Lan Shuixin smiled strangely as she grabbed Tanlang Tu and flew back to her.
"Old Immortal, this sword has the souls of 100 million children of saint families howling in it!"
Saint Linghu looked at Lan Shuixin disapprovingly, and casually held Qinglianyi, playing with the flying sword briskly with his fingers, letting the sword's edge create a circle of gleaming sword light in his hand.
"Want to mess with my mind? Lan Shuixin, you are still too young."
"What are the innocent souls of hundreds of millions of children of various families? In the past countless years, millions of children of various families have died every year in the Void Spiritual World. Since the opening of the Void Spiritual World, 803 families have lost their disciples. Are there more than trillions of disciples?”
Saint Linghu smiled very gently and gracefully, and grabbed the crimson seal with his backhand.
"I saw with my own eyes tens of thousands of sons and millions of grandsons being beaten to the point of losing their wits... Hey!"
Yin Xuege felt chills in his heart. The meaning behind Lan Shuixin and Linghu Shengren's words simply made his hair stand on end. The void spiritual world, what kind of damn hell is that? Won’t all the masters of the Soul Realm who ascended to that realm from the Yuanlu world become their cannon fodder
As if sensing the doubts in Yin Xuege's heart, Saint Linghu turned around with a smile and shook his head at Yin Xuege.
"It won't be cannon fodder, just a machine for breeding future generations."
"You must know that the deeper your cultivation level, the weaker your ability to reproduce. If we want to have enough troops to fight in our many families, we must have a steady stream of new blood. Those descendants of the clan who have just ascended will not be able to reproduce after their ascension. My first ten thousand year mission is to desperately give birth to a child.”
Lan Shuixin laughed, extremely arrogant and proud.
"The children they give birth to while their cultivation level is not high, and then work hard to have children, the children and grandchildren will be endless. Then when their cultivation level reaches a certain level and it becomes difficult to reproduce children, they will be sent directly to Die."
Saint Linghu smiled lightly and sighed lightly.
"That is not to commit suicide, but to make a bloody sacrifice for the benefit of the Holy Dharma. Suicide and sacrifice are very different concepts."
Smiling, Saint Linghu suddenly erupted a ball of fist-sized purple-gold light from his brows and shot towards Lan Shuixin's heart. The ball of light was so fast that it was indescribable. It hit Lan Shuixin's body hard almost as soon as it escaped from the body.
Lan Shuixin's body disintegrated in that bright light, and a dense black gas spurted out from his collapsed body.
'Swish, swish, swish', the subtle sound like the spinning of spring silkworms kept coming, and thin black rays of light were constantly drawn out from the black mist. These black threads of light intertwined and woven together, and soon a black figure about one foot tall, with a smooth face and no facial features was formed.
Saint Linghu looked at the black figure standing there quietly and motionless, and then sighed heavily.
"You are indeed not as rebellious as Lan Shuixin. In his current situation, he cannot escape from Operation Full Moon shrouded in the True Light of Five Elements. How could he be in the mood? What force could sneak in here?"
The black figure moved his neck very mysteriously. It was clearly a body made of intertwined black lights, but when he moved, a crisp sound of joints came from his body. He raised his hands again, moved all the joints in his body vigorously, and then let out a long sigh of joy.
He ignored Saint Linghu's words at all, and instead walked around the square where Yin Xuege and the others were, tilting his head and staring at Yin Xuege for a while. He returned to Saint Linghu again.
Yin Xuuge looked at this black figure with great vigilance.
Although there was no strange aura on his body, Yin Xuuge instinctively sensed that this guy was dangerous.
The extreme danger was a million times stronger than the threat Saint Linghu gave him. This feeling is as if this figure itself is the collection of all dangers in the world. His existence is dangerous to the entire world and all living creatures.
Shifang Chaodu trembled slightly, and Yin Xuuge held Shifang Chaodu tightly. In the center of his eyebrows, the Taoist palace left by Taoist Kongmiao also trembled slightly.
Saint Linghu didn't say anything, he just looked at the black figure quietly.
After a long time, the black figure who had been staring at Saint Linghu finally spoke.
Although there were no facial features on the face, an extremely hoarse, extremely turbid, muddy voice that made people's eardrums feel sore came from the body of the black figure.
"You... actually... used... the spirit... the lower realm."
"This trace of... spirit... coming... here... all the expenses... I'm afraid... will be on top of... your... three thousand years of hard work?"
"It's just... Lan Shuixin... do you... value it so...?"
Saint Linghu sneered. He looked at the black figure, and his tone unconsciously contained a hint of coldness and resentment.
"Lan Shuixin wants to destroy our foundation, how can we not take it seriously? If I don't use my spirit to go down to the world myself, the matter will not end."
The black figure was silent for a while, then he pointed his hand, and the seven greedy wolf butchers quietly flew to his side, dancing briskly around his palm.
"How come... it can't... end?"
"You... will... hand over... the foundation... of the Holy Dharma Door... in the lower realm... and it will end... naturally."
Saint Linghu looked at the black figure coldly, and his tone became extremely cold.
"Do you think it's possible?"
"Why... not... maybe... you... in... the void... the spiritual world... the foundation... is stable."
"The lower realm...the foundation...is useless."
"Who said our foundation in the lower realm is useless? It is of great use."
The black figure was silent for a long time.
After a long time, he shook his head helplessly.
"In so many... years... we... communicate face to face for the first time. And... here."
"No need to... talk about it?"
Saint Linghu pondered for a long time before he slowly shook his head and saluted the black figure solemnly.
"We, the three senior brothers, all agree that there is no need to talk."
The black figure twisted his neck, and the seven-handed Greedy Wolf Butcher volleyed towards Saint Linghu and killed him.
"Very good...go to hell...I...will destroy you...all the way."
(End of chapter)