As a teenager, Murong Chuxue quickly wielded her sword in the direction of Taoist Yu Heng, and the surrounding demonic aura surged towards her.
Her eyes were splitting, and she shouted,
"Master, no, no blood sacrifice!"
At the same time, Sang Luo also saw the rise of Yuheng Dao Sect, and his expression changed slightly.
"Master. Wants a blood sacrifice!"
The Twelve Demon Emperors are immortal, and he will sacrifice his own body to seal them again!
Chu Yanshu looked at Taoist Yuheng in the sky, his eyes darkened slightly,
"He's hurt."
If he had not been injured, he would not have reached the stage of blood sacrifice.
As a teenager, Murong Chuxue cried and ran in the direction of Taoist Yuheng.
Taoist Yu Heng in the formation looked back in the direction of Murong Chuxue. He suddenly raised his left hand and drew an invisible barrier. In an instant, the sky collapsed and the sea cracked——
He kneaded the heaven and earth with one hand, and cut off the sea with the sword in the other. The soft light spirit turned into a barrier to surround the girl in green, and pushed her towards Sang Luo.
The six-pointed star formation in the Canglan Sea was completed. Taoist Yuheng withdrew his eyes and turned around to enter the formation.
The ancient spell resounded through the sky, Murong Chuxue knocked on the barrier in front,
"Master, come back!"
But Dao Zun Yuheng will never come back.
Sang Luo caught Murong Chuxue who was unconscious due to the aftershock of spiritual energy.
When the breath of the blood sacrifice formation was completely annihilated, a floating tower stood on the coast of Canglan.
It was a demon-suppressing tower made of the flesh and blood of Taoist Yu Heng. At the cost of the death of a half-step immortal, the world of cultivation was able to regain its peace.
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Suddenly there was a buzz in Chu Yanshu's mind, and he felt that his eyesight went dark. He supported the trunk of the moon-seeing tree with his hands, and relaxed for a while. When he looked forward again, it returned to normal, making him feel that what he had just seen was
Everything seems to be an illusion.
Sang Luo noticed something was wrong with Chu Yanshu,
"What’s wrong with you?"
Chu Yanshu shook his head,
"fine."
But as soon as he finished speaking, Lu Changsheng fainted.
Then, a group of powerful gods arrived.
They glanced at Sang Luo and the others, then looked at the Fusheng Tower not far away, with solemn expressions on their faces.
"Why did the Twelve Demon Emperors suddenly break through the seal?"
"Tao Zun Yuheng has great righteousness and must investigate this matter thoroughly!"
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Outside the illusion, a slight smile appeared on the young man's lips.
The fun has just begun.
Sang Luo, take over!
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In the illusion, Sang Luo and others were brought back to Kunwu Sword Sect.
Lu Changsheng had been in coma for a long time, and the upper echelons of the six sects had already concluded that the Demon Emperor had broken the seal, and all the evidence pointed directly at Ning Xi.
This was the second time Sang Luo saw Ning Xi as a teenager, who looked exactly the same as the person she saw in her retrospective memory.
For a moment, she wondered whether this was a fantasy or a fact that really happened.
Su Changluo, who had just experienced the pain of losing his master, stood in front of Ning Xi with his sword in hand, his body broken and cold.
Su Changluo was injured when he was a boy in Canglan Sea. His face was pale, but he still faced off against several people.
"You say it's her, is she? Where's the evidence? You're just going to take away people from my Xuanyuan Sect with empty words. Are you trying to deceive my Xuanyuan Sect because there's no one there since my master just left?"
The elder of the First Level Weapons Sect looked at the young man in front of him with cold eyes.
"Boy, I'm just saying this to you because of the sacrifice of your master just now. Otherwise, I'll arrest you too!"
"She is your apprentice, and she and you are also suspects!"
"Quickly retreat, otherwise don't blame me for being merciless!"