After thinking for a moment, Wu Liang decided to rescue the trapped warriors.
It's not that he is soft-hearted, but that these guys are still unwilling to die. The words of the master of the Dan Pavilion before his death made Wu Liang know many secrets that he didn't know before.
If a few master warriors were really trapped and died in the formation, the martial arts world would probably be completely in chaos. When the time comes, something unexpected would happen and he would be unable to face it with his current strength.
After Wu Liang figured this out, he didn't hesitate. When he passed by the medicine garden, he easily defeated the defense array of the medicine garden and picked all the dozens of remaining elixirs before slowly returning to the phantom killing array.
Wu Liang was not in a hurry to rescue these warriors. Although he did not hate these warriors, he would not be a good guy and rescue them all for no reason.
The best choice for him was to die as a master warrior, although Wu Liang knew that this possibility was unlikely.
The phantom killing array lacks a supply of spiritual energy. The phantom puppets can kill the innates well, but it is a bit difficult to kill the masters. At most, they can trap them for a while.
…
Wu Liang outside the formation was not in a hurry, but the masters inside the formation were extremely anxious.
"Ah! Help..."
The screams suddenly stopped. When the Shenwu Division once again lost a seventh-level innate strongman, Chen Jiyuan couldn't bear it anymore and shouted: "Grandmaster Wu! Please help me break the formation, my Shenwu Division
I owe you a favor!"
"The same goes for Linhaishe (Zhenlongtang)!"
"The Hu (Hong) family owes Grandmaster Wu a favor!"
The six powerful masters shouted in unison. They really couldn't bear such losses. If this continues, they might be able to break through the formation with a lot of effort.
But I am afraid that all the other innate strong men will die. Once the backbone of the army is wiped out, how can a few grandmasters alone frighten all the major sects in China?
Wu Liang outside the battle sneered, sometimes favors are worth astronomical prices. Sometimes favors are worth nothing.
After waiting for another half-quarter of an hour, more than a dozen screams were heard in the formation, and then Wu Liang's voice penetrated the formation and said calmly: "I don't need the favor, I'm going to each of your secret treasury to select three.
A treasure."
"good!"
Without any hesitation, the masters seemed to have grasped the last straw and agreed without thinking.
"You swear by your martial arts heart that you will not transfer the treasures in the secret vault."
"you……"
Several masters were furious. But they soon realized that they were under the roof and had to bow their heads. No matter how much they hated, they couldn't do anything to Wu Liang.
Wu Liang also leisurely repaired his nails. It was not until several masters screamed and swore with their martial arts hearts that Wu Liang burst into laughter and struck at the phantom killing formation with his sword.
Of course, Wu Liang was actually just pretending. If he wanted to break the formation, he could just cut off the source of the spiritual energy.
But doesn’t that seem too easy? Sometimes being too easy can make others jealous. Who can blame this? Who can prevent these warriors from detecting the trajectory of spiritual energy?
After hitting dozens of swords in a row, the phantom killing formation that was about to collapse suddenly crackled, and cracks appeared in the foundation of the formation buried underground.
Everyone in the formation was overjoyed, but Wu Liang looked back at the ruins of Tianxing Sect and sighed in a low voice: "Everything will return to dust and dust, and no one will bother you anymore."
Before these warriors could break out, Wu Liang fired dozens of spells in succession. The formations that were about to collapse in various parts of the Tianxing Sect ruins suddenly emitted a dazzling light.
A trace of disappointment flashed in Wu Liang's eyes, and his face was a little pale because of the excessive consumption of his immortal power. He slashed at the collapsed phantom killing formation with his sword again.
The seven-level phantom killing formation that had protected the Tianxing Sect for thousands of years was finally broken, and there will no longer be any trace of the Tianxing Sect in the world.
"Hahaha, we came out! We came out alive!"
Just after escaping from the hellish killing array, before these warriors could be ecstatic, several masters looked up and exclaimed in horror: "Quickly! The ruins are about to collapse!"
"What?"
"No!"
The surprise on their faces turned into panic in an instant. Feeling the bursts of destructive aura coming from the magic circles in the ruins, everyone turned around and ran away without saying a word.
Just out of the gate of hell, whoever can survive is not a human spirit. Now let alone the relics, even if there is a supreme treasure ahead, no one will take it.
A group of menacing warriors who vowed to occupy the ruins fled like bereaved dogs. Even several strong masters were swept away and rushed out. No one saw the melancholy and sadness flashing on Wu Liang's face.
"rest in peace……"
Sighing softly in the wind, Wu Liang took one last look in the direction of Dan Pavilion and turned away resolutely.
…
boom!
A loud noise resounded throughout the world, and the earth trembled.
The sect founded by the Yuanshen strongman, the last remaining power of several seven-level formations, and the power of self-destruction is definitely better than the full blow of the Yuanying strongman.
The energy aftermath swept across the entire world. From time to time, warriors with poor strength and luck who escaped from the killing array were swept by the energy aftermath, and were wiped out without any resistance.
Wu Liang, who was in the air, looked at this scene with cold eyes, as if the dead people were not people, but ants.
This is greed. If they hadn't coveted the relics left by the monks, how could they have ended up dead without any body parts.
Martial arts and immortals are enemies of life and death. Wu Liang's refusal to express his anger to them does not mean that he will be soft-hearted. He will not mind doing something convenient once.
It wasn't until the aftermath had dissipated that Wu Liang slowly fell down, looking at the warriors who were slumped on the ground gasping for breath with a smile on their faces, a bloodthirsty smile.
Six masters, dozens of innates, hundreds of acquired ones, and now there are only a dozen or so innates left, and only three or two kittens of acquired ones.
The several grandmasters also had no majesty at all. They were all like bereaved dogs, with endless fear in their eyes.
The strong Nascent Soul is too far away from them, and the explosion of the ruins is equivalent to a blow from the strong Nascent Soul. In their eyes, this is simply a power like divine punishment.
"how so?"
Chen Jiyuan murmured to himself. He has not come back to his senses until now. Warriors have been exploring ruins for hundreds of years and have encountered all kinds of dangers.
But there has never been such a huge explosion in a ruins, let alone a ruin that was completely destroyed like today.
Especially when these people saw more than half of the innate losses brought around them, several grandmasters almost vomited blood. These were innately powerful people. Although several major forces had grandmasters in charge, the innate talents were the main force.
This time, they thought the adventure was not very dangerous, but it cost Xiantian more than half of their lives. This was a disaster.
Wu Liang always didn't mind doing some errands to rub salt into the wounds. Seeing a few people still in a daze, he narrowed his eyes and smiled and said: "Don't forget your promise, don't think about transferring good things, otherwise you won't be able to make any progress in your life, so don't complain.
I."
"snort!"
Hong Qingzhong snorted softly, and the resentment in his heart almost overwhelmed his reason.
Wu Liang clearly had the ability to rescue the last few injured Xiants just now, but he just watched them die without doing anything. It was really abominable.
You must know that two of the last few innates were the backbone of their Hong family, and now they died in vain. They did not die in the formation, but died on the final road. He could resist not drawing his sword to fight.
It's not easy anymore.
Wu Liang glanced at him with a smile, and Hong Qingzhong shuddered. Then he remembered that this was a peerless strongman who defeated Nanquan, and the resentment that had just arisen in his heart immediately receded like a flood.
Wu Liang ignored him and said with a smile: "I will get back the treasure when I have time. I have gained a lot today, so I will leave first."
After speaking, he moved his feet a few times and quickly disappeared in front of everyone.
Until Wu Liang's back completely disappeared from everyone's eyes, Fang Jianbo, the silent master of Linhai Society, suddenly sighed: "In troubled times, the martial arts world is going to be in chaos."
"Um?"
The sights of all the masters turned to the dying old man. Although Fang Jianbo was ranked second in strength, he was the oldest among the masters present.
Before Liu Wuchen and others became famous, Fang Jianbo was already on the list. Although Fang Jianbo rarely appeared in these years, no one would underestimate him just because he was about to expire.
"Haha, the old man said casually, this may be the last time the old man meets you..."
Fang Jianbo did not give an explanation, chuckled lightly, and left slowly with the remaining masters of Linhai Society.
Fang Jianbo's back gradually faded away, but everyone felt a sense of silent sadness and desolation.
Grandmaster warriors are not immortal. Warriors who have reached the innate level can generally live for more than a hundred years. If they live to be one hundred thirty or forty years old without any disease or disaster, they will be considered worthy of heaven.
After reaching the master level, as long as a warrior does not die in battle, it is usually not a big problem to live over 200 years old.
Fang Jianbo is only about 150 years old now. Because when he broke through to the master level, he hit higher realms several times and suffered backlash, leaving behind hidden wounds. Now his essence and blood have been exhausted, and he may not die soon.
Everyone had forgotten what Fang Jianbo had said before. As they watched Fang Jianbo leave, Tan Yiming, who was slightly younger than Fang Jianbo, suddenly sighed and turned around to leave.
"Secret books, elixirs, and no amount of treasures can make people live forever. There is no end to the road to martial arts. If Nanquan can do it, Wu Liang can do it, so can we!"
The words left by Tan Yiming made several masters tremble in their hearts. Three flowers gathered at the top, the supreme realm, Nanquan can do it, why can't they!
Other innate and acquired warriors have also come to understand. Can the path of martial arts really come to an end by blindly searching for relics and treasures?
Nanquan masters rarely explore relics, but they still become the number one master. Are they on the wrong path?
No one will explain it to them because no one is qualified to explain it to them.
If Wu Liang saw everyone's doubts here, he would probably laugh out loud. A group of warriors in the realm of innate masters actually dared to say that the martial arts had ended. Even he did not dare to say whether the immortal path had an end. Even the Jade Emperor, the ruler of the heaven, did not have the qualifications to do so.
People are simply ridiculous.
Fortunately, Wu Liang didn't know, and even if he knew, he wouldn't say anything to them.
Everyone gradually left, leaving behind all the sadness and pain. It was good to be alive. They should have expected it the day they embarked on the road to martial arts.
The warriors walked simply and calmly.
The huge pit left alone in the wasteland tells the world about its past glory, and the Tianxing Sect, which has survived for thousands of years, was completely wiped out in the world.
The warriors dispersed in all directions, and Wu Liang's name gradually spread across the land of China. The peerless strongman who surpassed the master and the supreme realm once again appeared in front of the world.)