The Holy Spirit Sect, which has been inherited for more than 30,000 years and is one of the six major sects in the Xuanling Realm, was destroyed by Chen Yu and became a thing of the past.
The splendid palaces and palaces with carved dragons and phoenixes have become ruins. The glory and glory of the past are now buried under the ruins.
Like a fairy mirror, the lake is as green as a flawless emerald. At this moment, it reveals a terrifying, nauseating bright blood color, like the purest red agate.
On top of the scorched earth, a few black smoke rises, and occasionally silver arcs explode between the sky and the earth. The corpses are rarely seen. They are either flesh and blood residues or pieces of charred wood. Not to mention their appearance in life, even their gender is unknown.
Distinguish clearly.
The broad bluestone square has collapsed long ago, but there is an area that is well preserved. There is a light curtain there. Several elders of the Holy Spirit Sect looked around, their eyes full of horror. Their limbs were trembling, and their bodies were like sieve chaff.
With his open hands retracted, Wan Sheng slowly raised his head and looked in the direction of Holy Spirit Mountain.
His golden eyes were shining, dazzling and dazzling, like an unparalleled majestic god.
"The casual cultivator surnamed Chen, today there is no one but you!" Wan Sheng was so angry that he looked up to the sky and roared. A stream of blood spurted out from his Tianling Cap, straight into the sky, surging like a long river running through the sun.
The Holy Spirit Sect is really over. Tens of thousands of disciples have died. Only a few elders and the leader Wan Sheng are left.
Even if the 30,000-year foundation is still there, the Holy Spirit Sect is destined to be unable to regain its former prestige.
What is most important to a sect? The foundation may play a big part, but the inheritance of strength is undoubtedly the most critical.
What is the purpose of raising funds? The purpose is to cultivate strength.
A top sect will never let its power system collapse. When the older generation dies, new blood will immediately be added, and there will be no gap period.
Natural selection, survival of the fittest, and intrigue in the world of immortality are too cruel.
If a sect has a fault in its power system, it will definitely be coveted by tigers and wolves, and its demise will not be far away.
Even if Wansheng holds the 30,000-year-old Holy Spirit Sect’s rich heritage, he is destined to be unable to rebuild the sect within a hundred years.
On the one hand, the cultivation of any new force takes time, which can range from a few years to hundreds of years. Secondly, the other top sects in the Xuanling World who are eyeing the Holy Spirit Sect will never allow the Holy Spirit Sect to rise again and will block it.
The third aspect is that Wansheng is no longer what he once was. His life has entered his twilight years. The light of this great sun is already the afterglow and he will soon perish.
The foundation that the ancestors of the Wan family had worked hard to build over generations was just destroyed. Wan Sheng's heart was bleeding and he almost wanted to run away.
At this moment, Wan Sheng forgot everything. He just wanted to kill Chen Yu, cook his body with the ancient tripod, and then eat this demon in one bite.
Wansheng rushed towards the Holy Spirit Mountain, with two extremely thick black and yellow beads surrounding him. The black and yellow aura was hazy, and he looked like a god and demon breaking out of hell, which was extremely terrifying.
In Qingshi Square, the elders who were rescued by Wan Sheng looked at each other in shock.
The reputation of the casual cultivator surnamed Chen shocked the world. A few days ago, during the battle at Canglan River, Zhu Shiji and Wan Sheng worked together to encircle and suppress him, but they could not eliminate him.
At this moment, the demon surnamed Chen came to the door, and the liquidation was successful. He used the Holy Spirit to teach his sect-protecting formation and slaughtered tens of thousands of disciples, creating a bloody massacre that was destined to shock the world.
"Where are we going?" The fourth elder of the Holy Spirit Sect is a woman in palace attire. She looks to be in her early thirties, with a charming face and plump figure, but at this moment her peach blossom eyes are full of despair.
"Presumably the fifth elder and a dozen disciples guarding the cemetery were also killed by the casual cultivator surnamed Chen." The sixth elder was a white-haired old man. He sighed deeply, with a look of loneliness on his wrinkled face.
Melancholy, with powerless hatred.
"This man is a heinous devil. First there was the Tiandao Sect, and then there was our Holy Spirit Sect, plus dozens of small and large sects. The number of monks who died in his hands must be at least more than 100,000, right?" The seventh elder is very young, a Yushu Linfeng.
A young man in the late stage of the Golden Core. At this moment, he was clenching his fists tightly and wanted to rush forward and fight Chen Yu to the death. Unfortunately, he did not have the courage.
The two half-step Nascent Soul giants were defeated by Chen Yu. He came up with a golden elixir in the late stage, but was killed instantly.
"The people are in ruins, the world is in flames, the devil surnamed Chen is so heartbroken and full of evil. If there is a god, why doesn't he send down the catastrophe of thunder to wipe it out?" The second elder Li Xiang looked up at the sky, his heart was as gray as death.
These elders' close disciples and close relatives all died in Chen Yu's hands. They wanted to kill the thief, but their bodies were weak because Chen Yu's power was beyond their imagination.
Holy Spirit Mountain, over the Wanjia Cemetery, Chen Yu put his left hand behind his back and his right hand on the hilt of the Donglei sword at his waist. He looked at Wansheng who was speeding towards him, with a hint of disdain in his expression.
The six strongest people in the Xuanling World are Wang Wanguo of the Xuan Mo Sect, Jiang Jianying of the Wuliang Sword Sect, Bai Jiutian of the Tianyao Sect, Zhu Shiji of the Tiandao Sect, Xia Houyuan of the Zi Zi Sect, and Wan Sheng of the Holy Spirit Sect.
These six people represent the pinnacle of the Xuanling world. Chen Yu has fought with Zhu Shiji and Wan Sheng, but has never really killed them.
It’s time to overthrow the old era and make the world stunned!
"The casual cultivator surnamed Chen, even if your energy and blood are exhausted today and you die here, I will drag you to hell with me!" Wan Sheng roared, holding two black and yellow beads with both hands. At this moment, his fists were filled with black and yellow energy.
The package seems to be able to crush a star.
"Take me to hell with you? Humph!" Chen Yu snorted coldly and said: "Master Wan, I don't mean to ridicule you, but you don't have the ability yet." xdw8
The next moment, Wansheng Ba Fist struck, and a majestic black and yellow energy spread across the sky and the earth, pressing mountains and rivers, hitting Chen Yu.
"Zheng!" The sound of swords resounded throughout the world, and a bright sword energy swept across the Liuhe Bahuang and collided with the black and yellow energy.
A large swath of brilliant light filled every corner of the Holy Spirit Mountain. It was so dazzling that all four elders in the Bluestone Square closed their eyes, their sights burned severely.
Clang, clank! The sound of gold and iron clashing makes people's souls tremble. The two figures keep colliding with each other. Chen Yu and Wan Sheng fight to the death.
Every time Wan Sheng punched out, his fist force was so terrifying that it could shatter mountains and rivers. Every time Chen Yu slashed with his sword, his surging sword intent was sharp and cold, as if the heaven and earth were being cut apart.
The fists were powerful and the swords were hunting. Pieces of towering ancient trees were shattered, and the strata were opened layer by layer like flesh and blood.
"Is this a life-and-death battle for half-step Nascent Soul? It's too scary!" Li Xiang, the second elder at the peak of the Golden Core, has seen the world, but the scene before him made him dare not even breathe too heavily.
"Are we going to go up and help the leader?" asked the seventh elder.
"Don't!" Li Xiang shook his head and said: "In the eyes of these two people, the biggest difference between us and the ants on the ground is that we are bigger. Just look at it and don't cause trouble to the leader."