Bai Ya picked up the skull that fell to the ground, and also picked up the little white snake that had turned into an ice sculpture.
"Xiao Bai." Bai Ya called softly.
"Hiss~hiss~hiss~" There were bursts of neighing sounds from the ice sculpture.
Bai Ya heard this and immediately smiled, "Hehe, hehe, hehehehe."
Once again, he let out this weird and perverted laugh.
"Xiao Bai, I knew you wouldn't die so easily. Hehehe~"
"Luoluo, how are you?" Qingxi raised her head, looked at Luoluo in mid-air, and asked.
Luoluo's aura has been very wrong since before.
Qing Xi shouted, but Luo Luo seemed not to hear her at all.
Still floating quietly in mid-air, his body motionless.
"Luoluo." Qingxi called again.
Qingxi took out a talisman, which immediately turned into a strong wind. Her whole body became extremely light, like a feather, riding the wind and flying towards Luoluo.
"Luoluo." Qingxi saw Luoluo's eyes closed and her face looked very peaceful.
Qing Xi hugged her gently, held her in her arms, floated to the ground, and murmured softly:
"are you asleep?"
Secretly sensing, Luoluo's heartbeat is still there and her breathing is still going on.
Qingxuan, who was standing on the top of the mountain, took out the simple token again and threw it into the Valley of Death Battle.
"Boom~boom~boom~boom boom~"
The whole valley was once again violently agitated.
Suddenly I saw the corpses starting to sink into the earth.
These people who died in the battle will be left here.
Their souls will not be able to achieve transcendence and will suffer pain and torture.
Unless their sect wins the next deadly battle and brings their bones back from here.
As the next body sank, the bones emerged from the earth one after another.
These corpses are all disciples of the Qing Weizong who died in battle.
Xuan Jing scanned his eyes and began to look for the partners who had fought with him.
Although they were all corpses, he could feel the breath of his companions.
"Wang Xi, Kue, Ruoyun!" Suddenly Xuanjing shouted and rushed towards the three corpses excitedly.
"Seventy-three people! A total of seventy-three corpses!" Taoist Qingxuan at the top of the mountain looked sad.
He clearly remembered every person who died in battle.
I recalled scenes from the past and recalled young faces.
"Children, you have suffered here for so many years, and today... you can finally be freed."
Qingxuan looked at the corpses and said secretly.
Then, he withdrew his gaze, raised his head, looked at the other five peaks, and shouted in a deep voice:
"Piaomiao Sect, return my Qingwei ancestral land!"
"Yuehua Sect, return me the Qingwei Six Paths Treasure Book."
"Ba Dao Shenmen, please return the thirty-six ancient statues of Qingwei to me."
"Yun Ling Zong, give me back my Qingwei Qingjing Divine Land."
Excited voices echoed throughout the world.
"Lingjian Sect!" Finally, when Taoist Qingxuan looked in the direction of Lingjian Sect, he shouted again:
"Jian Yi, hand over your Shi Zhan Xuan Sword, which is my Qing Wei Sect's Qing Wei Zhan Xie."
The Lingjian Sect has a mysterious sword called Shi Zhan Xuanjian.
This sword was won by the Lingjian Sect from the Qing Weizong after their victory in a deadly battle.
It has been passed down from generation to generation, and now, it has been passed down to Jian Yi.
Qingwei Zhanxie has also been renamed to Shizhan Xuanjian.
"Huh!" A roar came from the top of the mountain.
Jian Yi spent his whole life practicing swords and understanding the way of swordsmanship.
The Lingjian Sect only has one Xuan Sword. If he loses the Shi Zhan Xuan Sword, his sword power will definitely plummet.
However, the rules set by the ancestors cannot be violated.
Reluctantly, with a sword chant of "Zheng~", the Zhanxuan Sword turned into a sword light and flew toward the mountain peak where Taoist Qingxuan was.
Qingxuan's right hand turned into a claw and caught the flying sword.
The sword light disappeared, and he lowered his head and looked at the ancient mysterious sword.
Qingweizhanxie has been lost for many years, and now it has finally returned to Qingweizong.
"I, the Piaomiao Sect, will definitely leave your Qingwei ancestral land within one day." On the other side, the leader of the Piaomiao Sect expressed his position.
"Your thirty-six ancient statues of the Qingwei Sect can be picked up at any time." Ba Wudi, the leader of the Ba Dao Shen Sect, also shouted coldly.
"In this quiet and peaceful land, there will be no members of my Yunling Sect tonight." The leader of the Yunling Sect said.
"The Treasure Book of the Six Paths of Qingwei is in my sect. Come to Tianheng Mountain to pick it up at any time." Yue Lingshuang, the leader of Yuehua Sect, said.
The tone of his voice was unusually cold.
If she could, she really wanted to rush into the battlefield, kill Xiao Li, and wipe out all the Qingweizong disciples.
But the formation was there and she couldn't step into it.
Furthermore, the Patriarch had set a rule that when a fight to the death is over, life and death are left to God, and no one is allowed to fight here again.
Hearing those people's answer, Taoist Qingxuan nodded.
The token that fell to the ground flew back into his hand, Qingxuan secretly activated it, and a mysterious power rose from the token.
A mysterious and ancient aura seemed to resonate in the Death Battle Valley below.
He hugged Xiao Ying and stepped onto the Blue Bird.
"唳~" Xiao Qing let out a whistle, and then took Taoist Qingxuan and flew down to the valley of the deadly battle below.
It flew down to the land where Xiao Li and the others were.
"metropolitan!"
Xuanjing hugged the three corpses and looked at the falling Taoist Qingxuan and shouted.
After these days of recovery, Xiao Li also regained some strength.
Seeing Old Taoist Qingxuan jumping down with his sister in his arms and landing in front of him, he slowly stood up and looked at his sister.
"Ying'er." Xiao Li called softly.
He had also heard Master Qingxuan's shout just now.
The Qingwei ancestral land was brought back.
"Boy, here you go!" Qingxuan handed Qingwei Zhanxie to Xiao Li.
Looking at the mysterious sword, Xiao Li took it.
Xuanjian!
Even if you can't break through the realm, you can definitely make your combat power stronger.
Holding Qingwei tightly to kill evil, Xiao Li had a thought in his mind.
"Zheng!" A sword chant rang out.
Qingwei Zhanxie trembled violently, and an extremely violent sword power rushed out from it, stabbing the sword core violently.
"Uh!" Xiao Li exclaimed softly and his body trembled.
Then, "Bah! Bah! Bah! Bah!"
There was a constant crisp and loud sound.
"Qingwei Zhanxie!" Taoist Qingxuan opened his eyes suddenly. He saw that Qingwei Zhanxie was breaking apart inch by inch and falling to the ground.
After landing, they all turned into sword powder and drifted away when the wind blew.
Qingwei Zhanxie has been lost for so many years, and now that it has just been acquired, it is... destroyed.
"This kid said before that with the Xuan Sword, he can become stronger, that is... to swallow the power of a Xuan Sword?"
No wonder, he had obtained two mysterious swords before, but he had never been seen using them.
The swords used are all the black swords.
I see!
"But this is really too wasteful!"
"Moreover, what kind of skill is this? The power of swallowing the sword increases the cultivation level?"
This kind of technique has never been heard of by Qingxuan Taoists.
If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, it would be unbelievable.
"Could it be that..." Qingxuan seemed to have remembered something: "This is the ability to become possessed by demons that he has practiced?"