Today, the Holy Spirit Sect is not in Taiping. Tens of thousands of disciples have been urgently gathered. The Qingshi Square is crowded with people. Several great elders stand in front. The leader Wan Sheng is dressed in a golden robe, as majestic as an emperor overlooking the world.
"Look in the direction of the cemetery!" an elder exclaimed, all eyes looking in the direction of Holy Spirit Mountain.
Over the cemetery, a person was suspended. He was wearing a moon-blue robe and dancing in the wind, with his black hair flying freely.
At this time, Chen Yu showed his true face and confronted Wan Sheng from a distance.
"Ordinary disciples stay here, elite disciples and elders, prepare to kill the enemy!" Wan Sheng ordered in a long voice, and a series of thunderous giants rushed into the sky, and the world was filled with murderous aura.
Wan Sheng's expression was solemn, and the hands hidden in his sleeves were tightly clenched into fists. He did not want to admit it, but deep down in his heart, there was a trace of fear.
The battle on the Canglan River left a deep impression on Wan Sheng. The casual cultivator surnamed Chen was so powerful that he and Zhu Shiji could not defeat him together.
He was fully prepared, but when Chen Yu actually came to the door, he realized that everything was in vain.
Chen Yu just stood there calmly, but like a wild beast, Wan Sheng's palms oozed with cold sweat.
Originally, Wan Sheng would leave the Holy Spirit Sect early tomorrow morning and go to Zizai Sect to find Xia Houyuan, but he never thought that the casual cultivator surnamed Chen would arrive so quickly and disrupt all his plans.
"Where are the First Elder and the Third Elder?" Wan Sheng looked at a middle-aged man standing aside.
The man is dressed in fine clothes and has a strong build. He is called Li Xiang and is the new second elder of the Holy Spirit Sect.
Previously, the second elder was Rogge, but unfortunately, he was killed by Chen Yu in the World Mountain Ancient Ruins.
Li Xiang respectfully clasped his fists at Wan Sheng and said, "I would like to report to the leader, the first elder and the third elder are not in the sect, and their whereabouts are unknown!"
"Damn it!" Wan Sheng cursed fiercely in his heart.
Logically speaking, the enemies were all coming. With Wan Sheng's character, he was absolutely intolerable and had already charged forward.
But he was still waiting. On the one hand, he was afraid of Chen Yu and did not dare to step forward rashly. On the other hand, he wanted to find Lan Tu, and then use the sect-protecting formation to bombard Chen Yu from a distance.
But he didn't know that Lan Tu, the Great Elder of the Holy Spirit Sect, had been slaughtered by Chen Yu, and the flesh and blood were thrown into the Bishui Lake by Ji Jianting. It must have been eaten by fish and shrimps long ago.
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In Wanjia Cemetery, above the sky, Chen Yu held a compass in his right hand and clicked several directions on it with his left hand several times.
"After today, there will be no Holy Spirit Cult in the world. Those who offend me will only deserve to live in history!" Chen Yu looked at the Bishui Lake in the distance, with a sinister arc on the corner of his mouth.
In the Holy Spirit Sect, on the Qingshi Square, a worried Wansheng suddenly looked around.
The second elder Li Xiang on the side also noticed something, "Leader, why do I feel that there is spiritual energy coming towards the Bishui Lake?"
"Not good!" Wan Sheng's expression changed drastically.
"Boom!" The next moment, at the end of the horizon, there was the sound of thunder, and the surging aura of heaven and earth rushed in like a tsunami, passing over the earth and rushing straight into the clear water lake.
With a buzzing sound, the originally thick curtain of light that enveloped the sect-protecting formation in Bishui Lake became more brilliant.
In the sky above the Holy Spirit Sect, spiritual energy gathered and condensed into a spiritual energy vortex.
White dragon-like spiritual energy surged in one after another, and the vortex continued to expand, gradually overflowing with terrifying energy fluctuations.
"How could it be? Is the sect-protecting formation trying to attack us?" A disciple noticed something and screamed in terror.
"Isn't the compass of the sect-protecting formation being kept by the great elder? Does he want to kill us?" In the Qingshi Square, tens of thousands of disciples of the Holy Spirit Sect were in a mess.
"Leader, did the great elder betray us? He gave the compass to the casual cultivator surnamed Chen!" Li Xiang used his heavenly eyes and saw the compass in Chen Yu's hand, and his heart was shrouded in fear.
"The Great Elder did not betray the Holy Spirit Sect!" Wan Sheng's face was livid and he stared at Chen Yu from a long distance away. "The Great Elder is dead and was killed by the devil named Chen!"
At this moment, Chen Yu's voice came from the direction of Holy Spirit Mountain and resounded over Bishui Lake, "Today, I want the bones of the Holy Spirit to pile up into mountains, and I want Bishui Lake to be filled with blood!"
Above the Bishui Lake, the constantly rotating spiritual energy vortex suddenly stopped.
The sounds between heaven and earth disappeared, everything was silent, the wind stopped, and the clouds stopped.
"Crack!" The next moment, an earth-shaking loud noise sounded, and a bolt of thunder struck down from the spiritual energy vortex.
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At this time, a hundred miles away on the city wall of Yicheng, Ji Jianting was sitting cross-legged at the top of the city, clasping his feet, drinking strong wine, and looking at the Holy Spirit Mountain in the distance.
"Boy Chen, don't worry and rush to hell. Master Dao, I will build a tomb for you and put a lot of gold, silver and jewels in the coffin for you."
"The sarcophagus is too expensive, as you know. Master Tao, I am so poor that I can't even afford a good piece of clothing. I will reluctantly buy you an ash coffin. Don't dislike it."
"You and I are considered acquaintances. Even if we go there, Master Dao, I will make you look good, so you don't have to worry about paper money. I will burn it for you every Qingming Festival and Double Ninth Festival." Speaking of emotion.
At this point, Ji Jianting was so moved that he wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.
Boom! The loud noise was like the anger of the Emperor of Heaven and the God of Thunder beating the drum. Ji Jianting was so frightened that he almost fell from the top of the city.
"What's going on?" Ji Jianting stabilized his body and looked towards the Holy Spirit Mountain, only to see an unparalleled thunder that penetrated the sky and the earth, bright and dazzling.
There was great chaos in Yicheng. Countless mortals and monks all looked towards the Holy Spirit Mountain. There, an eternal light became the only one between heaven and earth, as if it connected the Qingminghuangquan.
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The waves of Bishui Lake surged up one after another, submerging large areas of pavilions and pavilions.
As the thunder fell, tens of thousands of Holy Spirit Cult disciples howled and fled, but unfortunately they were stopped by the sect-protecting formation and could not get out at all.
The arc exploded and roamed across a large area, like shrieking silver snakes. Living lives exploded, and clouds of blood mist dispersed. It was so tragic, it was like purgatory on earth.
Over the Wanjia Cemetery, Chen Yu looked from a long distance and saw that the Bishui Lake had been submerged by lightning. Wherever the shock wave passed, everything was destroyed, evaporated, and turned into powder.
"What a nostalgic sight!" Chen Yu smiled gloomily, his left hand pointing on the compass again.
The spiritual energy vortex above Qingming dropped three thunderbolts at once. Due to the sect-protecting formation, the shocking destructive energy was all concentrated in the area of Bishui Lake.
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After half a stick of incense, the dazzling lightning arc dissipated.
Feeling that it was almost done, Chen Yu put the compass into King Solomon's ring.
When the smoke and dust dispersed, the Holy Spirit Sect, which once shocked the Xuanling world, no longer existed.
Thousands of majestic buildings have been razed to the ground, and there are only a few corpses. Because they were evaporated by the shock wave, not to mention flesh and blood, even the bones have been turned into powder.
The turbulent clear water lake has become a real blood lake. Because of the thunder, it is boiling, and wisps of blood-colored smoke are emitting. yyls