"Xiao Yu, if you are really in trouble, you can retreat temporarily. Just leave this place to me and your Uncle Yi!"
Qi Fengjie looked at Yue Yu with a calm expression. He had already heard all about the temperament of the Guangling Sect's most outstanding disciple for thousands of years. Cultivators in the Golden Core Realm, like Yue Yu, are indeed rare. It's not their feelings.
Indifference, but after reaching this state, most of the immediate family members have withered away, the mood is vicissitudes, the weather is extremely cold, and there is really not much emotion left.
And Yue Yu, at such an age, has become a Golden Core cultivator. His foundation is stable, even surpassing those of the older generation. His future prospects can be said to be limitless. He has enough capital to take care of things that others cannot care about.
Qi Fengjie didn't care much about the victory or defeat in this battle. Even if he died in this battle, as long as Yue Yu could continue to grow in the future, the Fushan Sect would eventually regret what he did today.
I just feel a little disappointed in my heart.
"If I retreat today, what will happen if the Fushan Sect threatens my great-great-grandfather again in the future? Sooner or later, there will be no way to retreat."
Yue Yu shook his head slightly, then suddenly summoned the Fengya Sword, and lightly cut his wrist. Then a trace of bright golden blood gurgled from his wrist veins, and was then lifted up by a force of magic and suspended.
Stopped and mid-air.
At this moment, a glimmer of light flashed in Yue Yuanhong's gloomy eyes. Kuang Yunhua and several others from the Fushan Sect frowned slightly, subconsciously feeling that something was wrong.
What is that young man planning to do? Do you really care about Yue Yuanhong's life?
Just as the blood gathered in front of Yue Yu, it was about the size of a teacup. The blood ball immediately opened outwards, and when it finally took shape, it turned out to be a spiritual array covered with strange runes. And Yue Yu
Yu's voice also sounded at the same time. The original clear and magnetic voice was now filled with endless chill.
"May the heavens witness that there is no one here today who dares to lay a finger on the body of my great ancestor. I, Yue Yu, will cut this person into thousands of pieces and the Manchus will kill him! If you violate this oath, I, Yue Yu, will suffer thousands of thunders.
And die!"
In an instant, dark clouds suddenly gathered in the originally cloudless sky, and lightning flashed. The spiritual formation made of blood in front of Yue Yu also gradually faded, and disappeared between the sky and the earth little by little.
Kuang Yunhua's expression suddenly became stunned. He stared at Yue Yu for a long time, and then he remembered that he wanted to kill Yue Yuanhong. But just when he was about to activate the Xuan soldiers, he hesitated again and remembered what Yue Yu had just said.
"But there is someone who dares to put a finger on the body of my great ancestor. I, Yue Yu, will cut this person into thousands of pieces and the Manchus will kill him!"
The cold voice that impressed him so deeply made his heart feel cold. A chill from the depths of his bones rose up from his body. He knew that this Yue Yu could definitely do what he said. Back then in Bei
During Ma Yuan's time, such things were often done, and his temperament could be said to be retributive.
Next to him, Lian Li was looking at the sky with a look of surprise and uncertainty in his eyes: "Is this a sign from the sky?"
Yuan Ruofeng, who was rare, showed a thoughtful look: "I have heard of that spiritual formation before. It seems to be a blood oath that was circulated in the ancient times. It is said that it can connect the world and the earth, and it is extremely fulfilment. I don't know where he found it.
have to?"
"Blood oath? Connecting heaven and earth?"
Lian Li's brows tightened, but he still had no clue: "So, this heavenly omen was caused by a blood oath?"
Yuan Ruofeng shook his head: "There is some connection, but I have never heard that blood oaths can trigger heavenly signs!"
Lian Li suddenly took a breath of cold air, and then he just heard Yue Yuanhong suddenly burst out laughing: "Okay! Okay! Okay! This is the son of my Yue family! As long as you are here, Yu'er, our clan
No worries! It’s ridiculous, it’s ridiculous, I, Yue Yuanhong, have devoted my life to the Fushan Sect, but in the end I ended up like this!”
"How come this person can still speak?" Lian Li was surprised in his heart, and he used a magic power to try to lock Yue Yuanhong. However, he felt a tyrannical force gathered around this person, and he was unable to succeed for a while.
And at the moment when these words fell, Yue Yuanhong's body suddenly exploded. All flesh, flesh and bones were turned into powder. A person with advanced cultivation like Lian Li didn't think anything, and a layer of Gangjin could stop it.
The few Fushan Sect disciples who were carrying Yu Hui were killed on the spot. Even Kuang Yunhua's figure collapsed and his face turned pale, showing that he had suffered minor injuries.
Outside Xiaji Mountain, the crimson meaning in Yue Yu's eyes was beating like a flame. The hostility in him almost turned into reality, as if a peerless ferocious beast was hiding inside.
Although he and the great ancestor of the Yue family had only met once, there was no close relationship between them. Yue Yuanhong took care of him without asking for anything in return, more because of the blood connection. But that day when they got along was extremely unforgettable for Yue Yu.
.
The anger fills my chest and has nowhere to vent!
Qi Fengjie's expression was slightly condensed, and when he saw a trace of blood spilling from the corner of Yue Yu's lips, he knew that the other party was probably in an agitated mood and had lost control of his magic power. He hurriedly pressed Yue Yu's back to help him adjust his breathing.
After about a few breaths, Yue Yu's thoughts gradually returned to calm. He nodded gratefully at Qi Fengjie, looked at the remains of the jade hammer that had fallen to the ground, and then pointed the Fengya Sword in his hand at Fushan.
Zong people.
"I, Yue Yu, will definitely pay for today's hatred! When my great ancestor dies, all Fushan disciples here should be buried with him!"
High in the sky, there was another roar of thunder. At first, a few scattered raindrops fell, and then the pattering turned into a heavy downpour.
Thousands of disciples of Fushan Sect were all silent for a while. But Yue Yu, who was dozens of miles away, shook his sleeves slightly, turned around to control his sword, and returned to Xiaji Mountain with Qi Fengjie.
"In this world, every hundred years, people with good fortune are born. Those who are loved by heaven, their words and deeds all echo the heaven and earth. The same is true for those who are jealous of heaven. Beyond this,
There are also strange fates beyond the forty-nine laws of heaven, which are not controlled by heaven's will. I originally thought that you should be the only such person in this northern wilderness. But now it seems that I am wrong!"
On a hill three hundred miles away, the voice of a middle-aged man came out. However, there was no one in this space, and it seemed as if he had appeared out of thin air.
Then a moment later, a cold girl's voice came from the same hill.
"Uncle Wuji! In the sect, when it comes to the art of divination, you should be the leader among the elders. In my opinion, what type does Yue Yu belong to?"
"This uncle also doesn't know. I can't calculate this person's fate!"
The middle-aged man's voice was full of regret: "But no matter what kind of person you are, they are all outstanding people! There will never be any harm in killing them."
"So, my uncle is also planning to take action?"
"Take action? This is a bit difficult." The man smiled bitterly: "Nong Yishan has already prepared it. I can only help you get a chance to take action. If you don't want to expose your identity, you can't last more than forty breaths.
The Fushan Sect certainly has a lot of trump cards, but the Guangling Sect also has some hidden tricks!"
The woman's voice fell silent for a while, but when she spoke again, she said firmly: "Forty breaths is enough!"
Returning to the top of Xiaji Mountain, Tao Zheng came over to greet him. With concern in his eyes: "Xiaoyu, are you doing well now?"
Yue Yu raised his head and looked over, only to feel a blur of blood covering his eyes. He could hardly see the figure clearly. The violent murderous thoughts in his mind were also impacting his sanity.
"This person is from my sect, not from the Fushan Sect."
With this thought passing through his mind, Yue Yu regained some sense, and then he shook his head calmly: "I'm fine, it's just that my true energy went astray, and it won't hinder the war!"
Yi Yuanzhe and Qi Fengjie immediately looked at each other. They both saw that something was wrong with Yue Yu, but they couldn't say anything at this time. The former was unwilling, but the latter couldn't think of a way.
Yue Yu also calmed down his mind again and looked coldly at the Fushan Sect people to the east. Just when they returned, the four four-elephant constellation sword arrays were slowly advancing from four directions, approaching
It is less than forty miles away from Ji Mountain. A war is coming, and a depressing atmosphere that is almost suffocating spiritual power is spreading in the mountain. The sword array below, as well as the Fushan disciples guarding the hubs of the spiritual array, all have nervous expressions on their faces.
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Then just a moment later, behind the Fushan Sect's Yuanying monks, another large magic circle rose up. There were about six hundred people, and in the center, there were ten cloths the size of square tables. That Yuanruo
Feng Fei stood up and stood among the ten formations, then guided the entire formation and flew to the top of Xiajie Mountain.
"Sure enough, it is the formation diagram of the Ten Demon-Suppressing Sword Formation."
Yi Yuanzhe smiled and looked at the sword formation that was cautiously approaching in the distance with an unclear look: "The atmosphere is quite serious. The Fushan Sect must have worked hard. But this kind of sword formation, with the strength of that woman alone,
Can you control the power?"
"Unless it's through the power of elixir!"
Qi Fengjie inadvertently glanced at Yue Yu next to him again and said: "If the relationship is deep, it is not impossible for Yuan Ruofeng to be her double cultivation partner and lose decades of life!"
Yue Yu seemed not to notice that at this moment, his brain was already starting to perform crazy calculations. The silicon disk in his brain was operating at its highest limit in an instant. He was trying his best to analyze this Shiyufu.
The composition of the magic sword array, all the spiritual power tides perceived by the spiritual senses, and the positions where these people are standing are all added to the calculation.
The mental consumption gradually exceeded the load, and Yue Yu felt dizzy. However, this feeling of overdraft and exhaustion finally made him regain his calmness. However, although his mind was clear, the violent intention in his chest was even more intense. He wished that,
Tear Kuang Yunhua into pieces and kill all the thousands of disciples in Fushan!
"There is a flaw in this Ten Demon-Conquering Sword Formation!"