The Ancient Battlefield of Dusk Abyss occupies a very large area, spanning half of the Immortal Realm.
At this moment, this giant formation covers the mortal realm, with mountains and ridges facing each other, plains and wilderness facing each other, just like a world in a mirror.
Between the upper and lower areas, not even a trace of sunlight can penetrate. Only the eight shining light pillars cover the entire giant array with green light. Darkness and green are intertwined, as if the underworld has come to the human world.
"Mu Wanwan." As soon as Mu You finished speaking, Mei Xueyi saw a graceful figure approaching.
Mu Wanwan, the Lord of the East Saint, usually only wears white clothes. He has a beautiful and cool face, a figure like a jade tree, and is surrounded by fairy aura. He is the most perfect image of the swordsman in the fairy tales.
He stopped at a place not too far away, and his spiritual thoughts swept over him lightly.
"Mu You! You actually associate with evil spirits and are enemies of the people of the world. It really disappoints me." Mu You was aloof and indifferent, his eyes were full of coldness and disdain, and he regarded Mu You like an ant. "Just go back to the Holy Palace to accept your guilt. Don't do that." You have to wait until I take action to kill the family. I only give you one chance, can you look back?"
Several figures appeared one after another behind him, all wearing cool and luxurious holy palace clothes.
The disciples of the Immortal Sect were all good-looking, but in front of Mu Wanwan, who looked like a spring flower and the full moon, they all looked like weeds.
Mei Xueyi's gaze lingered on Mu Wanwan's face for a while, and she couldn't help but sigh in her heart again. This most beautiful man in the fairyland really lived up to his reputation. Looking at this face, the holy and snow-white fairy lotus on the top of Lingshan Mountain will appear in my mind unconsciously, perfect and independent.
Mu You's face was sullen, his lips pursed until they turned white.
In the past, when I didn't know the inside story, even though my heart was filled with hatred and admiration, there was always a certain amount of natural admiration. Now that she knew that he was not her biological father, and that he and Beishengong were both the executioners who killed her mother, there was only hatred left in her heart for Mu Wanwan.
This man has always been so sanctimonious, and no one can break through his hypocritical mask. For example, at this moment, Mu You knew very clearly that Mei Xueyi and Wei Jinchao were good people. Without them to deal with this giant formation, the Immortal Realm would usher in an unprecedented horrific disaster. But she also knew very well that even if King Wei and Queen did good things, Mu Wanwan would still use their identities to make a fuss. In the end, the merits would all belong to the Immortal Sect, and the evil heretics would just keep their mouths shut forever.
This kind of thing doesn't happen once or twice.
Mu You's chest heaved, thousands of words were packed in his throat, but he couldn't say a word.
Mei Xueyi lazily stepped onto the bow of the boat and said with a smile: "Please don't get involved with relatives, Lord Dongsheng. If you want to annihilate your relatives in a righteous way, go home and annihilate them yourself. There is no one from your family here."
"The evil heretics dare to act unruly here." Mu Wanwan shouted coldly, and the pressure on his body swept through the world like a tsunami.
A clear light passed by, illuminating the darkness around him.
The great power of Hedao penetrates the sky and the earth, and the coercive aura on his body already carries the power that was created out of nothing. I saw the place where the clear light passed, the clear shadow of the fairy sword seemed real and illusory, and the white lotus blossoms bloomed by my ears. I only heard the sound of cranes chirping, and my heart was filled with tranquility and shock.
Mei Xueyi had many dealings with Mu Wanwan, and she knew from a distance that this was the full force of his pressure, and the purpose was to give her side a blow.
Seeing this coercion, he was about to hit the flying boat.
Suddenly a layer of green appeared on the ground. Just as the noise was too loud and disturbed the large group of fireflies in the bushes, dense green light surged up and collided with Mu Wanwan's full force of pressure. In an instant, the shadow of the sword and the lotus were left everywhere. A series of traces of erosion.
The pressure dissipated, and the overwhelming dead figurines fell back to the ground, hidden in a continuous green light. Everything that had just happened seemed to be just an illusion.
"Eastern Holy Master," Mei Xueyi said with a smile, "This is the territory of our evil heretics. The bold and unruly people are you immortals."
She calmly looked at the remaining traces of that layer of dim light. Wei Jinchao said that as long as he was in the formation, he could protect her.
Mu Wanwan's face couldn't help but become a little more solemn as his pressure failed.
"Oh, in this bright universe, there is no place for monsters like you." Behind him, a fairy sword slowly emerged, "We, the monks, should do the right thing for heaven."
"That's really interesting." Mei Xueyi crossed her arms, "Who promised you the 'orthodox' status? Fairies, demons and ghosts coexist in the world, and they are all within the rules of heaven. I have never done any bad things. Who are you for? God, what kind of way do you practice? Just because your immortal sect is prosperous, you label others as evil heretics. What's the point?"
Mu Wanwan's sword fingers moved together, and behind him, like the Thousand-Handed Guanyin, thousands of sword shadows swayed.
Just wait for him to change his tactics, and these thousands of fairy swords that are made out of nothing will wipe out the overestimating people who stand in the way.
Mei Xueyi pretended to be suddenly enlightened: "Whoever has a strong fist will be justified?"
In Mu's pale eyes, she was already dead.
His sword technique changed, and all the snow-white sword shadows in the sky turned towards each other, and each sword tip emitted a sharp light, which was dazzling.
The next moment, thousands of sword shadows penetrated the clouds and broke through the wind and struck directly at the flying boat. It was like the sun falling, light and natural. Nothing could stop it from coming, and nothing could escape from the sword.
"The dead have no right to speak." With the ultimate move of He Dao, Mu Wanwan didn't need to consider the possibility of this girl's recovery.
The only thing that can stop light is naturally light.
This is Wei Jinchao's territory, and Mei Xueyi is confident.
I saw the light beam not far away swaying slightly, suddenly setting off a wave of green light.
The waves of light rushed forward and hit thousands of sword shadows head on.
In an instant, the sword shadows disappeared one after another less than ten feet away from the flying boat, like foam and waves colliding.
Mei Xueyi's fingers trembled slightly, her lips tightened, and her eyes stared at the myriad changes in front of her.
Found!
The true form of the immortal sword is hidden in the shadow of swords all over the sky!
With a thought, her figure scattered on the spot and swayed across a distance of ten feet. A delicate white hand condensed out of the blood mist, and silently grasped the bright sword tip protruding from the green light waves.
The fairy sword is connected with its master's mind. The moment Mei Xueyi's hand touches the blade of the sword, a terrifying sword energy erupts from the sword. The hot golden spiritual energy explodes, and the power of that moment is no less than the scorching sun.
Mei Xueyi had to avoid the sharp edge, and her body dissipated again, condensing at the hilt of the sword three feet away.
This time, she no longer held back her hand, her solid hands reached for the hilt of the sword, and she grasped it without hesitation!
Through the waves of green light, Mu Bai's mocking laughter fell into his ears. Immortal swords are owned by their owners. Using someone else's sword will not only bring no benefit at all, but will also be constrained and controlled by others.
A swordsman like Mu Wanwan could easily bring this blind guy in front of him with his sword.
"Return." There was no emotion in his eyes, and he was ready to use an understatement to kill a small ant that climbed onto the hilt of the sword.
The fairy sword did not move.
It made a "嘤嘤" sound, as if it was stuck in a mire, swaying gently in place.
Mu Bai's face changed slightly, and she raised her eyes to look at Mei Xueyi.
She grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands and held it firmly in place. Sword cultivator and sword cultivator, Mu Bai's fairy sword contains as much spiritual energy as the Hedao cultivator. It cannot be drained out for a while, but it cannot escape.
Mu Wanwan's sword technique changed a lot.
The fairy sword still couldn't break free from Mei Xueyi's hand.
She raised the corners of her lips and said with a smile: "Since whoever is stronger has the right, then I, the 'Orthodox of Heaven', will now act on behalf of Heaven and accept this evil sword."
Her face was relaxed, but her heart was filled with huge waves.
She was a demon body, so she thought that absorbing the spiritual energy would be somewhat harmful, but she was actually prepared to release it at the first touch. What she didn't expect was that the feeling of the spiritual energy entering her body was not much different from before.
Can spiritual energy and demonic breath coexist in her body? No, that's not right, the aura she sucked was not with her, but went to an 'unspeakable' place.
She pressed down the thoughts surging in her mind, concentrated her mental power in her palms, and raised the suction power to the limit.
Mu Wanwan is a swordsman. He cultivates with the swordsman. He will be prosperous and suffer losses. He will definitely step forward to seize the sword.
As soon as the thought came to his mind, Mu's pale figure disappeared from the spot.
At the same moment, the green light of the fireflies on the ground surged up again, and the dead figurines came one after another and bumped into Mu Wanwan, who was teleporting.
The attacking Mu Wanwan and his party entered the area covered by the counter-array, and saw that all the dead figurines all over the mountains and plains were activated, endlessly killing Mu Wanwan and his party, dragging them into the midst of thousands of troops. The light beam reaching the sky swayed with fluorescent green light, blocking Mu Wanwan's path forward.
Outside the counter formation, another group of people arrived.
The leading man was wearing a crimson robe, with a pair of long and thin eyes that slanted into his temples, and two thin and inward-rolled lips hanging under his hooked nose. One look at his face showed that this person was not good.
The Holy Lord of the West should be at Moya. This man was a cruel man. He poisoned his biological father, abolished his cultivation and was imprisoned in the inner palace, and ascended to the position of Holy Lord. He was violent by nature, and it was said that he had harmed many women, and even their bodies could not be found.
Mu Wanwan had intended to marry Mu You to Ying Moya. Mu You escaped from the palace by running away from the palace and deliberately creating a reputation as a promiscuous seductress.
"Brother Mu, how are you? I haven't seen you for a long time, but Brother Mu is still as charming as ever! He is truly the most beautiful man in the fairyland!" Ying Moya's voice was thin and long, with a strange yin and yang flavor to his words.
He could tell at a glance that Mu Wanwan's fairy sword had fallen into the hands of the enemy, but Mu Wanwan himself was dragged in place by a group of strange figurines. If he were delayed for a moment, he would be greatly damaged.
It's really heartbreaking to watch someone coldly and say something like this at this time.
He wished he could be miserable.
She said she wanted to marry her daughter to him, but then regretted it in the end. Wasn't this a deliberate attempt to lose face
Ying Moya is determined to take revenge, and he can remember this 'small grudge' for the rest of his life.
"Holy Lord Xi," Mu said through gritted teeth in a pale voice, "We are facing a formidable enemy, so don't just sit back and watch!"
"Oh, a big enemy." Ying Moya smiled sadly, "Just these skeletons and a few juniors like Wenxu? Tsk, tsk, Brother Mu is really like this. He only increases the ambition of others and destroys his own prestige."
He said words of underestimating the enemy, but his body remained motionless, cautiously stopping outside the range of the light beam.
What a joke, even Mu Wanwan fell into it, there must be something fishy here!
Mei Xueyi glanced at him. This Western Saint Lord Ying Moya... Mei Xueyi didn't know how to evaluate it.
She only had one fight with him in her previous life, and he surrendered before even fighting him. To show his sincerity, he told Mei Xueyi his secret. After that... When Mei Xueyi saw this person, she just wanted to stay away.
The fairy sword in her hand was half empty. When she put the sword away, Mu Wanwan, the sword fairy, was half useless.
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This is the edge of the reverse formation. The formation controlled by Wei Jinchao has limited power. If Ying Moya intervenes, she can only abandon her sword and retreat.
Mu Wanwan was no longer as calm as before. After all, his lifeline was firmly held by someone. The loss of spiritual energy on the sword made him frightened. Although he couldn't figure out why the demon cultivator in front of him had such ability, one thing was clear - if he didn't take the sword back, I will be ruined!
"Holy Lord of the West, if you force this demonic cultivator to retreat, I will give you the thirteen cities in the Western Region." Mu Wanwan promised a huge profit.
"Hiss—" Ying Moya pretended to lean back, "Dong Sheng Lord is really in high spirits during happy events. How can he be so generous today! In that case, why not open the ancient realm of Dongzhou to my children and let's explore together? How about some experience to enhance the relationship between the East and West Palaces?"
Mu Wanwan gritted his teeth and responded: "Yes."
Mei Xueyi frowned and looked into Ying Moya's slender eyes.
"Oh, what a beautiful little succubus." He exclaimed, "She is truly the most beautiful person I have ever seen!"
He cautiously entered the counter formation range.
The dead figurines cannot stop the powerful Hedao, and the waves of green light are blocking Mu Wanwan, who has no time to take care of the other Hedao.
"Queen, retreat quickly!" Mu You looked at the overall situation and knew that only by retreating deeper into the counter formation could he be protected by the formation.
The fairy sword in Mei Xueyi's hand trembled violently, and she saw that nearly 70% of her spiritual energy had been drained.
If the sword cannot be destroyed, the spiritual energy can always be replenished, it is just a matter of seclusion for a while.
In a blink of an eye, Ying Moya passed through a group of dead figurines and came to Mei Xueyi.
"Don't touch me!" She lowered her voice and said to him seriously, "I don't want to be a man."
Ying Moya's extended hand paused in the air.
For a while, his small, slit eyes opened wider and wider.
The inwardly curled thin lips trembled twice, and he whispered in disbelief: "What do you mean?"
"You know and I know." Mei Xueyi said, "You should turn around and go back to your Western Continent immediately. I won't tell anyone this secret."
"Hiss—" Ying Moya's slender eyes rolled around.
He lowered his voice: "They all volunteered! My secret technique of reversing yin and yang has always only helped women who don't want to be women..."
"I know, I know." Mei Xueyi raised her eyebrows, "For example, the little girl who was kidnapped by your uncle was actually more powerful than your uncle, so your uncle had to give up the idea. Lord Xi, you are a You are a good man, I don’t know how many women in poor situations have been helped, and I admire you in my heart, but I am very happy as a woman, so I won’t bother you to help!”
The corners of Ying Moya's eyes twitched fiercely.
After a while, he said depressedly: "How did you know my top secret, which girl betrayed me? The world is really in decline, and people's hearts are not ancient!"
"Ying Mo Ya!" Mu Bai's roar came from behind, "Don't do it yet!"
The fairy sword in Mei Xueyi's hand was already weeping softly.
In a few more breaths, this sword will be wiped out.
Mei Xueyi said: "Actually, Mu Wanwan is useless. His territory is not yours yet? Holy Lord Xi is a smart man. I don't need to say more about how to make the most beneficial decision."
Ying Moya chuckled, raised his eyebrows and said, "It's not polite to come back without reciprocating. Since you have helped me a lot, I can't take advantage of you in vain. Naturally, I have to give you some benefits in return."
Mei Xueyi frowned suspiciously: "No, just turn around and leave."
I saw a flash of light in Ying Moya's hand, and a spinning purple gossip landed on Mei Xueyi's chest. She was startled, and was about to disperse her body to break up the attack, but found that the area where she was hit was neither itchy nor painful, and there seemed to be nothing unusual about it.
At this moment, the spiritual energy in the fairy sword in his hand was completely drained. The simple and spiritual fairy sword screamed sadly and disappeared into ashes in Mei Xueyi's palm.
"Pfft—" Mu Wanwan, who was trapped among the dead figurines, spat out a mouthful of blood, and his appearance instantly aged ten years.
He roared angrily: "Ying! Mo! Ya!"
At the same time, the ghostly fire gathered from all directions had condensed above the head, like a poisonous snake spitting a letter, and struck directly at Yingmo Cliff in front of Mei Xueyi.
Ying Moya smiled strangely and said hurriedly to Mei Xueyi: "Little girl, being a man is actually very good in many ways. You will know if you try it! This technique can only last three days, so you can experience what it is like to be a man for three days. …”
Before he could finish speaking, the ghostly fire had already struck in front of him, and he had to fly away. The rest of his words came from the distant wind -
"If you know the taste of the marrow and want to enjoy it for a long time, come to Xizhou and find me at any time, hahahaha!"
Mei Xueyi: "..."
The violent ghost fire that filled the sky chased Ying Moya out of the counter formation and dispersed in his arrogant laughter.
"Queen!" Mu You hurriedly drove the flying boat to Mei Xueyi and looked at her nervously, "Are you okay?"
"I..." As soon as Mei Xueyi opened her mouth, she realized something was wrong with her voice and quickly covered her mouth and... neck.
She pursed her lips sadly, pulled her collar up to her chin to cover the bones that suddenly popped out, then curled up and sat pitifully on the side of the airship.
Mu You's family all came forward, gathered around her worriedly, and kept asking nervous questions.
Mei Xueyi shook her head without saying a word.
Mu You frowned angrily: "This Ying Moya is really not a good person! He hurt the queen and dares to utter such obscene words! Queen, don't worry, I... I'll forget it, King Wei will definitely do this for you Cut into pieces by a thousand cuts!”
"The queen looks stronger, doesn't she?" Mu Longlong scratched his head, "She doesn't make any concessions compared to men. Is there anything wrong with her?"
Mei Xueyi: "!!!" My kid, can't you just be a silly kid? You are so observant at times like this!
Jiang Xinyi grabbed him and pulled the baby onto the tail of the flying boat.
"Boom -" a loud noise came from mid-air.
Mu Wanwan vomited blood again, pushed back the dead figurines and light flames in front of him with all his strength, and led his men out of the counter formation.
The Immortal Sword of his destiny was destroyed, and his cultivation level plummeted at a speed visible to the naked eye. At this moment, he was frightened, angry, and frightened.
Mu Wanwan rushed out of the formation and happened to see the Northern Holy Master teleporting with his fire spirit.
"Eastern Holy Master, why is this?!" Northern Holy Master retracted the fire spirit in shock, and his pupils shrank to the size of a needle.
The relationship between the four houses is complicated, and to put it simply, it is a word of 'profit'. After Beisheng Palace 'sold' the secrets of the ancient battlefield and Mu You's biological mother to Mu Wanwan, they have maintained friendly relations for a long time.
Seeing Mu Wanwan's embarrassment, countless calculations and calculations flashed across the eyes of the Northern Holy Lord.
Mei Xueyi held onto the side of the boat and looked out.
In his last life, there was a 99% chance that Mu You would die at the hands of Northern Saint Lord Qin Shuangxiu.
Because of his seniority, this man deliberately grew a white beard and looked somewhat kind. After the fire spirit returned to his body, a red flame mark appeared on his forehead, making his whole body look like a blessed old man.
At this time, the star-like giant formation above the head made a dull sound, and began to rotate rapidly from west to east, shrinking and condensing towards the center of the formation bit by bit.
Wei Jinchao's refining has obviously reached a critical moment.
Streams of sword light swept from a distance, and the disciples of the Immortal Sect arrived one after another, gathering outside the counter formation, like locusts covering the mountains and plains.
Mu Wanwan was about to retreat, but was persuaded by Northern Saint Master Qin Shuangxiu to stop him. The two of them discussed something unknown, but gave up their intention to leave and both stood in front of the formation.
Mei Xueyi watched coldly, her heart skipping a beat when she saw the two men's eyes constantly scanning towards the direction of the Imperial City. They obviously intend to attack the opponent's heart. Whether it is to seize the opportunity or cause the formation to collapse and bombard the mortal realm, it is a harmless thing for them.
Just listen to the strong and righteous voice of the old man with a white beard spread throughout the world: "Now there are evil demons in power, and the common people are in danger! We monks take it as our duty to subjugate and eliminate demons. In the face of danger, why should we cherish this life!"
"Destroy demons, even if you die, you will have no regrets!" Everyone raised their swords and shouted in unison.
Mei Xueyi's eyes flashed slightly.
The Southern Emperor Xuanyuan Ren is dead, and the Western Holy Lord Ying Moya is not an enemy. If the two remaining Holy Lords from the east and the north can be cooked in one pot, the Immortal Realm will be much cleaner.
She stood up straight, narrowed her eyes unconsciously, and looked stern.
"Hiss..." Mu You's voice came in a low voice, "When the queen stands like this, she is really majestic, like a man who stands tall and tall!"
Mei Xueyi: "!!!"
she! Not at all! In no mood! Be a man!
The miserable Mei Xueyi waved her hand and signaled Mu You to drive the flying boat back to the King's City of Wei. Then she threw out the dragon and swept it to the dragon's head. She used her spiritual mind to give orders to the dragon and circled to the front line.
At this moment, the locust-like monks had swarmed into the counter formation one after another.
White shadows were dyed with green light, looking like Yin soldiers and Rakshasa.
The dead figurines gathered into an army and attacked the Immortal Sect members who were coming like a tide.
Once the two sides came into contact, they immediately started fighting in a stalemate.
Compared with mortal wars, the lethality of fairy wars is countless times greater. The great monk's sword was swung out, and it could easily level the mountain top. The casualties on both sides were like cutting wheat, and each crop was flattened into mud.
Mei Xueyi controlled the dragon to hover on the battlefield, controlling the dragon to spit out balls of fire, burning everyone in the immortal sect to howl like ghosts and wolves.
The giant dragon's strength is comparable to that of Hedao. Mu Wanwan, who lost his fairy sword, can't even touch its tail. Mei Xueyi only needs to be careful of Northern Holy Master Qin Shuangxiu.
From time to time, she would turn into a blood mist, and she would loom ominously beside the enemy, holding onto their magic weapon and fairy sword, sucking it into a piece of debris.
Before her opponent could react, she had already escaped back to the dragon's head.
This superb, insidious and despicable sneak attack skill made everyone in the Immortal Sect grind their teeth with hatred in their previous life.
She focused on those disciples whose cultivation was high and low in Wenxu, and at first glance they were good disciples of the Immortal Sect. She struck quickly, accurately and ruthlessly. Wherever she passed, the precious magic weapons turned into gray embers.
Wei Jinzhao did not make any more moves. The layer of green light gathered toward the center of the formation, and the speed of the giant formation above him became more and more alarming.
Mei Xueyi looked back towards the direction of the royal city and saw several monks rushing out of the stalemate battlefield and flying towards the star-catching platform.