The moment Elder Huang hurriedly took Qingyao and hid in the secret passage of Tongshan Gate, the densely packed fairy sword fragments in the black clouds swooped down with the force of destroying the heaven and the earth.
The overwhelming murderous aura instantly penetrated the various formations that Tongshan Gate was proud of into dense holes, and the thousand-year-old Immortal Gate suddenly collapsed.
The disciples of the Tongshan Sect who had no time to escape were all tragically killed by the fragments of the fairy sword. In an instant, blood shot into the sky, and the sound of wailing could not be heard.
It was not just the Immortals of Tongshan who were affected by the disaster. Hundreds of thousands of ordinary people within a radius of thousands of miles became souls killed by the sword. Women, children, old and young were spared as they wished. Murderous spirit, bloody spirit, resentment and screams were heard endlessly, alarming the nine provinces.
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Wen Yi walked into the forbidden area and discovered that there was a cave inside. She originally thought it was a dark cave inside.
In fact, it is not the case. After passing through a damp and narrow mountain wall, the view suddenly opens up.
This is a valley with an open terrain. A river divides the valley into two, with green mountains and green trees on both sides. The strange thing is that there is not even a living thing in it. It is murderous and makes people uneasy.
On the other side of the river is a magnificent palace.
There was a towering stone monument erected outside the main hall. It was so far away that Wen Yi couldn't see clearly what was written on the stone monument. Just as she was about to go out, she heard some voices drifting towards her in the wind.
"Lord Lingyu." A member of the Qingyun Sword Sect suddenly appeared in the valley, and a seriously injured disciple said: "Look, Prince Li's Qianyuan Immortal Sword has shattered."
Even with Qingyao's map, Lord Lingyu and the Qingyun Sword Sect had to go through nine deaths before reaching the back mountain of the forbidden area.
This hall is the fairy relic left behind when Prince Li ascended to the throne. Among the fairy relics is a fairy sword and practice skills left by the prince before his ascension. This is the purpose of Ling Yujun coming to Tongshan Gate.
The elder of the Qingyun Sword Sect who practiced the ruthless way was seriously injured. If he did not get high-level cultivation methods to cleanse his muscles and cut his marrow, his cultivation would be ruined.
Those who are ruthless are often extreme.
If that elder goes crazy, Qingyun Sword Sect will inevitably lose troops and generals, which will cause huge trouble.
"Click——"
A fragment of flowing fire fell from the sky and landed in the forbidden area.
In an instant, like a wildfire igniting a prairie fire, the evil aura that permeated the valley suddenly surged. Black and red murderous aura rose from the ground. Wen Yi felt cold on the soles of her feet, and she quickly found a place to hide.
"ah--"
A shrill scream echoed through the valley.
The sharp blade condensed from the violent energy entered the soles of a Qingyun Sect disciple's feet, and then flew out from the top of his head. Blood splashed out, and a ferocious bloody bud condensed in the air. It was bloody and cruel.
"Formation!" Mr. Lingyu stepped forward, and the vast spiritual power rippled under his feet. The golden sword formation suddenly appeared at his feet, "Murderous aura condensed the sword. I didn't expect that Prince Ru would still have such ruthless killing power after flying for thousands of years."
trick."
Wen Yi's expression was solemn. Her current cultivation level was really too low, and even the slightest disturbance would kill her.
"Boom——"
Thunder exploded, and Wen Yi raised his eyes to look at the sky.
The clear sky was completely covered by billowing dark clouds at this moment, and fragments of the fairy sword were continuously shot out from the clouds that blocked the sky, killing the world cruelly and indiscriminately.
Countless fireballs fell from the sky. Even in the inaccessible forbidden area, Wen Yi could hear screams and wails, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.
"Young Master, we have arrived at the forbidden area."
Elder Huang's voice came from behind. There were wolves in front of him and tigers in the back. Wen Yi looked at the hall opposite, which was the only place where he could stay and hide.
While avoiding the murderous aura coming from the ground, Wen Yi dodged the fragments of the fairy sword falling from the air, and hid under the main hall in embarrassment.
She was about to push the door open and enter.
Suddenly, a sharp murderous aura fell from the sky and rushed straight towards her.
Wen Yi was taken aback. He rolled on the spot to avoid the rushing debris and hit a stone pillar next to him. He was dizzy from the pain.
"Crack--" The fragments pierced hard into the stone door weighing a thousand kilograms, and the powerful force knocked it out of a huge hole.
An indescribable stale smell penetrated Wen Yi's nose, and it was so strong that she couldn't help but gag.
"Elder Huang, Wen Yi, Wen Yi ran into the hall, kill her quickly!"
The sound coming from the main hall attracted Qingyao's attention. She covered her painful chest and said sternly: "Go quickly!"
Elder Huang gasped, "Young Master, there is no return from that place."
How could Qingyao, who was so angry, listen to Elder Huang's words? She took a pill to heal the wound and rushed forward with her sword regardless.
Wen Yi stepped into the main hall with her front foot, and the long mermaid lights on both sides of her back foot gradually lit up, and she could clearly see the appearance of the entire main hall.
The hall is extremely high, with carved beams and painted pillars, and exquisite murals painted on the mountain walls on both sides. Each stroke is filled with a frightening murderous aura that makes people's scalp numb.
Wen Yi feels that this is not a hall for people to pray, but more like a palace for daily life. Everywhere is full of the breath of life, tea cups, desks, and screens.
"Prince Ruo." Wen Yi felt as if she had heard this name somewhere.
Perhaps due to the failure of overcoming the tribulation, Wen Yi's memory of her previous life was somewhat incomplete, but this name made her feel a sense of depression.
Not far away, the fragment of the fairy sword was inserted into the stone pillar.
The memory of the original owner didn't have any fairy swords, artifacts or anything like that. Her mind was filled with love and love, between you and me, and the entanglement of love between you and me. She understood it. She was addicted to male sex and was ruined.
The weapons in the world of cultivating immortals are divided into several levels: Xuan Huang, spiritual weapons and ordinary fairy swords. Each level is divided into three grades: upper, middle and lower. This fragment belongs to the Xuan grade fairy sword and is a rare good thing.
As soon as Wen Yi's hand touched the fairy sword, his finger was cut open by the sharp murderous aura on it. The red blood flowed to the fragment, and the fragment actually swallowed it!
"Drink blood?" Wen Yi was stunned. She summoned her spiritual power and touched the fragment again. The biting murderous aura almost froze her blood.
Wen Yi resisted the pain of his blood freezing and gritted his teeth before taking it out.
"Wen Yi, I see where you can escape!" Qingyao chased after her fiercely. She was afraid that Wen Yi would try another trick, so she took out the leader's order and poured spiritual power into her palm to trigger the thunder, "This time, you
There is no life or death!”
This is the gated area of Tongshan.
The leader's order can lift the ban here.
As soon as the token came out, the originally peaceful hall suddenly became filled with murderous aura. The palace residents with closed eyes on the murals instantly opened their eyes, and the temperature in the hall instantly dropped several degrees.
"Who broke into the prince's palace without permission?"
Cold sounds came from all directions, like magic sounds filling her ears. Wen Yi felt a sharp pain in her ears as if they were being pricked by needles. She put the fragments of the fairy sword into her storage bag and held her painful head with both hands.
Cold sweat dripped from his forehead.
"It hurts!" Qingyao held her head in both hands and rolled on the ground in pain. Her father's instructions came to mind. "The forbidden area in the back mountain was once one of the palaces of Prince Brutal. It was guarded by the heroic spirits of the gods in golden armor. Anyone who broke into the palace was
There is no life, no matter what, you must hold on to the token to get a glimmer of life!"
Because of the pain, Qingyao's token fell to the ground. When she struggled to pick it up, a cold light flashed in the air and shattered the token.
"Don't—" Qingyao stared at the instigator, "Wen Yi, you hurt me!"