Wu Xuzi touched the mirror with his hand, and then his eyes moved.
"Brothers, please help me!"
When he finished speaking, several Taoists had already stepped aside and came to the side of this treasure realm.
Inspired by the soul power, a huge vortex was created on the mirror surface. The mirror light was so penetrating that it broke through layers of time and space.
When the vortex finally stabilized, waves of ripples appeared on the mirror surface again. A blurry picture began to emerge.
It was vaguely an island in the lake, and then it gradually became clear.
When the image in the mirror completely appeared in front of everyone's eyes, everyone in the quiet room was suffocating for breath.
Only a patch of blood was seen, and most of the pavilions and pavilions that were originally here have disappeared. There are powdery pieces everywhere, and there are also minced human flesh and blood.
The blood flowing almost dyed the lake near the island red.
At this time, there was only one person standing in the sky above the former Wuwei Temple - a young man wearing bright gold clothes, with thunder wings stretching three thousand feet behind him.
Beside him, there were still a few silver flying ants floating at this time. It was unknown what kind of insect beast they were.
Below, there are several Taoists with grief-stricken and angry expressions. They are throwing themselves into the air. Their momentum is fierce, and they are clearly determined to die.
But the young man remained unmoved. He looked down with an indifferent expression, looking at the people with eyes like ants.
"It's really Zong Shou!"
A sleepy murmur sounded in the room, with both anger and shock in the tone.
At this moment, the young man's sword light was trembling, and the entire island in the middle of the lake was shaking with it. The remaining buildings were also flickering. Even the lake surface within a hundred miles was filled with waves.
One gold and one silver, two rays of light kept flashing, causing splashes of blood in the crowd.
The three thousand-foot thunder wings spread out. Countless black flames exploded. The blue-white sword light also flashed away.
Those Taoists who were flying upwards had their heads separated. Their bodies fell from the air one after another.
In the entire Wuwei Observation, there was no one alive in an instant. Zong Shou did not leave, but used the energy of his sword as a pen to carve the word "four" on the ground like a flying dragon or a phoenix.
The surrounding blood springs flowed into it, instantly dyeing the big character red.
Then, with cold eyes, he looked over here from a distance.
The corners of his lips were slightly raised, and he smacked coldly. A sharp sword shadow flew in the air and struck.
As expected, the picture in the mirror was turbulent and finally disappeared without a trace.
"The Flame of Burning Sky. This person must be that Zongshou!"
"The whole family was exterminated! Another nineteen hundred lives were lost. This man is really worse than a beast!"
"It's a demon! This person's character is simply more vicious than a demonic person!"
"Four? You want to tell us that there will be a fifth and sixth Aspect of Wuwei next?"
"This is simply arrogant! In the tens of thousands of years our sect has been here, I have never suffered such humiliation——"
"That Wuwei Kuan is also incompetent! With over a thousand disciples and the power of the magic circle, they can't even stop it for even half a moment!"
"Why don't you tell me that this sword-guarding technique is too strong?"
"These should be the Platinum Dragon Sword and the Instant Sky Dragon Sword. They are so powerful! With this sword alone, anyone in the middle level of the spiritual realm will not be able to receive a single sword. No wonder Xu Wen Linya fell into his hands——"
"It's a pity that in this sky realm, we can only observe shapes and shadows, but not the source of the law. We don't know what kind of state that sect's swordsmanship has reached -"
Wujue's face turned even paler as he looked towards the side of the Ten Thousand Souls Lantern Room.
There are also monks in Wuwei Guan who left the soul lamps here. Just now, there were three soul lamps that were extinguished in succession. Two were at the ninth level and one was in the spiritual realm.
Just now, he watched with his own eyes this spiritual-level martial artist succumb to Zong Shou's sword.
Together with several fellow disciples, they can't stop Zong Shou from even one sword attack!
In his Pushan Temple, only two spiritual realms have returned.
There are four thousand disciples, and the protective formation is slightly stronger than Wuweiguan. But how long can it resist this demon?
One moment or two?
There was also a sudden change in Wu Xu's eyes.
In the hundreds of years he has been in charge of the Dao Ling Qiong Realm, no one has ever been able to make him so completely lost and at a loss as to how to advance or retreat.
"quiet!"
He picked up the small hammer and struck the golden clock again.
Immediately, another grand bell rang, resounding throughout the Dao Spirit Dome.
After staying indoors, tranquility returned again. Wu Xu's eyelids were half-opened and half-closed, still as calm as before.
"Guanling, Wuwei, Weishan, the destruction of the four Wenyi sects is my responsibility. I did not expect it, and I did not take precautions. After this battle, I will ask the elders in the sky to discuss my crime. However, this sect is crazy and crazy.
But it is not an opportunity for us. No matter what, we must solve this disaster, die for the four sects, and avenge this blood feud——"
After saying this, many Taoists had different expressions on their faces. Some were deeply convinced, some were sneering in silence, some were indifferent, or some shared the same hatred.
Wu Xu didn't pay attention and just asked lightly.
"Near Wuwei Temple, what other sects are under the jurisdiction of our Taoist Spiritual Vault Realm?"
Under it, a Taoist on the left side pondered for a moment before answering: "One thousand nine hundred miles to the south is Dagu Temple. Two thousand four hundred miles to the northwest is Wuding Temple. Three thousand miles to the southeast is Li Guan.
Shan Zong——"
Every time this man said something, everyone in the room frowned.
At this time, there are only about forty powerful people in the spiritual realm in the Qiong Realm.
The Purple Linyan Lancer was seriously injured just a year ago and has not yet recovered its strength.
So where should these sects stay?
It is also possible to preach the Dharma of Kong, but it also requires these sects to be able to sustain it for a while -
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It was also when the Taoists in the Ten Thousand Soul Lantern Room were feeling in trouble.
At this time, Zong Shou was walking towards the south, walking across the sky, taking a thousand feet at a time.
At this time, Xiao Jin was already sleeping on his left arm, transformed into an arm guard.
A few quarters of an hour ago, when he merged with the innate cold spirit Geng Ming Qi, he had already begun to show signs of advancement.
After accompanying him to kill Wuwei Guan, he couldn't hold on any longer and fell into sleep.
On the right side of his body, there were seven silver cocoons, suspended in the air, following his figure.
This is Han Xi, and the six Holy Fire Silver Ants. Not long after they left Wuwei Temple, countless silver threads spewed out from all over their bodies, wrapping themselves tightly.
In Wuweiguan's battle, except for those Taoists above the ninth level, he almost never took action.
It was all completed by Han Xi and his soldier ants.
It seems that the creatures and flesh and blood in Wuwei Guan are the best nutrients for their growth.
Suddenly Zong Shou paused and looked into the distance. To the south, he could vaguely sense that the Great Gu Temple was only less than three hundred miles away.
Then the next moment, Zong Shou's eyes narrowed slightly.
As expected, this Da Gu Temple was already prepared.