The world outside the Nine Mountains was as calm as ever. If it weren't for the bright red all over the ground and the blood flowing into the breeze, it seems that no one would have imagined that the Tianyun Sect, which was one of the two third-level sects in the Northern Wilderness, was almost destroyed.
No one could have imagined that in less than a stick of incense, it would be Huan Yun who finally destroyed the sect.
It’s even more unimaginable that all this happened just because of the arrival of one person, reversing life and death.
The acting sect leader of Tianyun Sect, Changqing!
At this moment, this title, name, awe, fear, fear, uneasiness appeared in everyone's mind...
There were too many emotions filling the onlookers.
And the nine great creatures also calmed down. They had no sadness or joy. To them, humans were actually no different from ants.
Even the Supreme Being is just an ant as strong as them.
The human race looks down upon all things, and similarly, all things look down upon the human race.
They returned behind Qin Xuan, and Ice Lotus Girl looked up at Qin Xuan, "Changqing, are we leaving?"
It blinked its eyes, and its voice was cold and clear, like a silver bell ringing in the sky and earth outside the Nine Mountains.
Qin Xuan didn't respond. He looked at the blood-stained world and the wind demon.
"Master..."
Feng Mo had already landed next to Qin Xuan. Qin Xuan opened his mouth, but was stopped by Feng Mo.
"He said, no need to say more!"
"Accepting you into Tianyun is the luckiest thing our Tianyun Sect has done in a million years!"
He smiled hoarsely, and as time passed, he transformed from a burly and strong man into a rickety old man.
Feng Mo looked at the blood-stained wasteland and said, "Changqing, Master, I want to thank you. If it weren't for you, millions of years of sky clouds would have been lost in the hands of an old guy like me."
Qin Xuan paused slightly, "Master, you're welcome, Chang Qing is also a disciple of Tianyun."
He and Feng Mo, one tall and one short, looked at the world.
Qin Xuan sighed lightly, after all, he still failed to save the entire Tianyun Sect.
Everything in the world changes due to cause and effect, and butterflies flap their wings.
A lot has changed since his rebirth.
Feng Mo smiled and refused to comment.
He also suffered a lot of trauma, having fought against the three supreme beings on an extraterrestrial battlefield.
If the supreme mark in Qin Xuan's body hadn't awakened him in the end, he might have been trapped in the Phantom Cloud Book.
Feng Mo never asked again, how Qin Xuan commanded the nine supreme beings, and what connection Qin Xuan had with the Northern Wilderness Forbidden Land...
He had countless doubts in his heart, but in the end, they were hidden deep in his heart.
"Join the sect. I don't know how many disciples in the sect have been harmed!"
Feng Mo turned around and looked at the cloud array and the vast mist that day.
There was sadness in his eyes, almost like this cloud, this Tianyun Jiu Mountain, this Tianyun Sacred Tree, he, a dying old guy, would no longer have the blessing to look around.
…
In the Tianyun formation, Feng Xuan and others looked extremely ugly. In front, he, the other elders, and many Tianyun experts presided over the formation.
The Tianyun Formation blocked everything. They couldn't see, let alone feel the slightest movement outside.
They only know that the outside world is led by Huanyuan, and there are nearly ten thousand strong men.
The Tianyun Formation will break sooner or later.
They prayed that the wind demon could get out of trouble and reverse life and death for Tianyun Sect.
"Uncle Feng Xuan, a disciple of the sect, injured a total of 3,700 people, including Huashen, Nascent Soul, and Dao Lord. The seventh elder even lost his arms. He took pills and his lifespan was greatly reduced.
"Someone came over, his face full of vicissitudes of life.
Cloud f!
His white beard was stained with blood, and his face was filled with sadness.
During this catastrophe, he had just come out of seclusion and reached the Hedao, and he didn't even have time to stabilize.
Three thousand seven hundred disciples!
How many resources did Tianyun Sect consume?
, how much effort was spent, how much hard work was spent.
And how many of these disciples are people around them, including relatives, fellow disciples who get along day and night, and even Taoist companions.
This time, Tianyun Sect's losses were too great and too tragic.
Everyone in the sect is fighting to the death, and no one can live in vain.
Two lines of tears fell from Yun F's eyes.
When Feng Xuan heard this, sadness rose in his heart, but he could only suppress it and keep his heart calm.
"I see!"
"Assign the remaining disciples not to skimp on the elixirs and recover their injuries. Soon, there will be a bigger battle!"
"A..."
Feng Xuan took a deep breath and said slowly: "Life and death!"
In his eyes he looked at the vast clouds, sky clouds and phantom clouds of life and death.
The light in Feng Xuan's eyes gradually became firmer, as if he already regarded death as his own.
Yun F nodded and left sadly.
At this moment, suddenly, the formation shook.
The entire Tianyun Sect and all the disciples were shocked in their hearts and raised their eyes to look into the vast clouds and mist.
"Could it be that Huanyun Sect is already attacking the formation!"
"Prepare for a fight and seize the time to heal!"
"Hurry and go to Uncle Yunf to get the elixir."
A low voice sounded in Tianyunjiu Mountain, and everyone's voice sounded suppressed and deep.
Among the crowd, there were some younger god-transformation monks gathered together.
"Flowing the river, are you afraid?"
"Afraid!"
The one who spoke was a Nascent Soul True Lord, who had just entered the Nascent Soul Realm.
No one has ever laughed at Liuhe. Everyone is afraid. Life and death are in front of us. How can we not be afraid?
"But!" Liuhe suddenly chuckled. There was a faint light in his eyes, which was a bit frightening. "My master and brothers all died in the hands of Huanyun Sect."
"So what if you're afraid? Looking at ancient and modern times, who can truly be fearless of life and death!"
"There are things you can do and things you can't do. As a disciple of the Tianyun Sect, I will put life and death aside when the sect is facing a calamity."
"Otherwise, what's the point of living?"
Liuhe chuckled and revealed the weapon in his hand.
The formation surged more and more, opening a path.
Feng Xuan looked at the vast clouds and mist. He could not sense that in the clouds and mist, this formation was left by the ancestors of Tianyun to protect the sect.
He only knew that the great formation had been broken open, and perhaps, the next moment, the clouds and mist dispersed, revealing the Huanyun Sect, hundreds of countries in the Northern Wilderness, and thousands of powerful men.
The magic weapon has fallen into his hands, and the technique is constantly running. Feng Xuan holds two pills between his teeth, ready to go.
His peripheral vision fell behind him, and suddenly, Feng Xuan's eyes froze.
Behind him, there were only 2,932 Tianyun disciples remaining, regardless of realm, cultivation, seniority, or seniority.
Only those figures stood there, like a city wall.
No one retreated, even if some people were already pale, full of fear and extremely nervous.
No one escaped, even if they knew it, even if the Tianyun Sect could survive the disaster, they would probably perish here.
Feng Xuan suddenly smiled, showing his old white teeth.
How familiar!
Tens of thousands of years ago, he was not in the Qi Refining Realm. Not long after he joined the Tianyun Sect, he looked at the wall of people under the Tianyun God Tree and saw the ancestors of the Tianyun Sect.
Just stand like this, endure the fear, put aside life and death, and stand in front of him.
In the end, among those figures, few returned alive.
Feng Xuan smiled, and suddenly, he stepped forward.
The clouds and mist have opened, revealing gaps.
"Disciple Tianyun!"
"Death without regrets!"
The eight characters are like thunder, resounding throughout the nine mountains.
Echoes filled the air, and the two thousand nine hundred and thirty-two people behind him took a step at the same time.
boom!
The ground was trembling, the void was trembling, but only those eyes lost their fear, put aside life and death, and moved forward holding the magic weapon.
"Death without regrets!"
Four words, such as Tao, a third-grade sect that has been established in the Northern Wasteland for millions of years...