The scorching sun scorches the ocean, and water vapor turns into white mist and rises into the sky. There are countless swimming fish of all sizes in the ocean, floating on the boiling sea, exuding a strong smell of meat.
The entire ocean seems to have been boiled into a big pot of delicious fish soup with its own seasoning.
A giant door eight hundred feet high stood in mid-air. The giant door shone with silver light, as if made of silver, with countless intricate Dao patterns and runes carved on its surface.
In front of the giant gate, there are twenty-seven steps that are also shining with silver. The huge steps are suspended in front of the giant gate and extend all the way to the sea.
The divine power is like a prison, suppressing the entire ocean.
The leader of the Lingtai Sect, his whole body covered with scorch marks, stood on top of the huge door, holding the Haoyang Bell in one hand and staring quietly ahead.
The sea water was slowly parted as if by a pair of invisible hands, revealing the seabed thousands of feet below.
A giant over a thousand feet tall, half of his legs were inserted into the mud of the seabed. The energy and blood surrounding him condensed into substance and turned into blood-colored runes that could not be seen directly, imprinted on his body surface and the naked half of his body.
, covered with wounds missing flesh and blood.
Blood flowed out from the wound like a river, and the rich Qi and blood flowed to the mud on the seabed, immediately evaporating everything here and turning the mud into something like ceramics.
Other things remaining in the mud were burned to ashes just by the influence of the breath.
And here, the only person who was not affected was an old figure sitting on a rock on the seabed.
The old man with white beard and hair, his face covered with the ravines of time, his clothes in tatters, sitting cross-legged on a boulder, like an illusory shadow, not affected by other forces at all.
"He died like this?" The master of Demon Stone, who turned into a giant, looked at the figure of the old man in confusion and said to himself.
But his voice was like thunder, exploding here.
The leader of the Lingtai Sect also had a somewhat complicated expression. He stared at the old man for a long time before sighing softly.
"His condition is much worse than rumored. His lifespan has been exhausted. Three thousand years is already his limit. He relies on his last breath to hold on and resist the power of time.
It's a pity to leave yourself in this world..."
Demon Stone Sect Master dispersed his true body, returned to normal size, and floated in front of Xuantian Sect Master. His expression was a bit complicated, and he picked up what Lingtai Sect Master did not say.
"It's a pity that he is no longer able to fight. I am very surprised that he can last for more than three hours. If his lifespan had not been exhausted and the two of us joined forces, we would not necessarily be his opponent. He would not have died in our hands.
He just can't beat the power of time."
The two sect masters just looked at the body of the Xuantian sect master quietly, but there was not much joy of victory in their hearts. Instead, they thought of the thousands of years of game, and the last and greatest opponent died of exhaustion of life span.
A sad thought of the rabbit dying and the fox emerging in the hearts of the two sect masters.
Even if they bring down the Xuantian Holy Sect, it will have no effect. Their final outcome will inevitably be like that of the Xuantian Sect leader, whose edges have been smoothed away by the years, the anger in their hearts has been extinguished, and finally they feel that they have become bit by bit.
Powerless, life is passing away bit by bit.
No matter how desperate or unwilling you are, you will still fall into eternal sleep.
This is the great terror that all monks have to face.
"Haoyang Baozhong has recognized me as its master. I can guarantee that as long as I am still alive, the Lingtai Holy Sect will never develop into the Xuantian Holy Sect. From now on, there will only be two Holy Sects in Huliang." The Lingtai Sect Master's eyes flickered.
The words are filled with sincerity.
"Huh, I hope so." The Demonic Stone Sect Master snorted coldly, stared at the Haoyang Bell for a long time, and then turned into a ray of divine light and flew away.
Even though the Demon Stone Sect Master was worried that the Haoyang Treasure Bell was in the hands of the Lingtai Sect Master, there was nothing he could do about it. After all, in full view of everyone, the Haoyang Treasure Bell took the initiative to throw it into the Lingtai Sect Master's hands.
The Lingtai Sect Leader took one last look at the Xuantian Sect Master, then waved his hand, and the separated sea water closed.
The leader of the Lingtai Sect scanned the ships in the distance and did not expel them, but allowed them to anchor a hundred miles away. After all, a leader who had lived for three thousand years died here, and this news must be known to everyone.
The Lingtai Holy Sect also needs to establish its authority, and there is no better way to establish its authority than this.
A divine light flashed, and the leader of the Lingtai Sect also turned into divine light and disappeared.
Half an hour later, a hundred-foot-long ship slowly sailed into the sea that smelled of fish soup.
The sea surface is covered with dead fish, and all other traces are buried by the smooth sea surface. After a while, after these cooked fish disappear, the place will be revitalized again.
No one will know what happened in this ocean at that time.
A series of spiritual lights flashed on the ship, and people kept throwing themselves into the sea.
Qin Yang stood on the deck, squinting his eyes slightly, with a hint of ridicule at the corner of his mouth.
These are all bold speculators. The aura of Xuantian Sect Master has completely disappeared. The vitality has flowed away, and life has blossomed into the last brilliant fireworks. This aura cannot be concealed at all.
Hundreds of miles apart, one could feel that the battle between the three sect masters ended very quickly, and the Xuantian sect leader also fell.
Now the other two sect leaders didn't say anything. They ignored the daring spectators and didn't even stop them from approaching. Instead, they left on their own.
Naturally, everyone thought that an opportunity had come. The leader of the first sect in Huliang who had lived for three thousand years might have a backup plan after his death.
Either leave a legacy, leave a treasure, or both...
These people rushed here as soon as possible just for the possible opportunity.
However, Qin Yang didn't think there would be any chance. He had felt the change in his aura from afar before. It didn't look like Master Xuantian had been beaten to death, but more like he had entered the end of his life.
Xuantian Sect Leader must have known that he was about to die, and what he wanted to do must have been done long ago, and he would not leave anything hastily at this time.
The only thing that might be left behind should be the body...
Qin Yang did not go down in a hurry, but observed the distribution of dead fish floating in the sea. When he found a distribution of dead fish, there were obviously many missing areas, as if there was a line drawn in the sea. This line
The least number of dead fish.
Qin Yang jumped up and fell into the still hot fish soup...
The further you dive to the bottom of the sea, the greater the pressure around you, the darker it becomes, and the temperature becomes lower and lower.
After diving into the depth of a thousand feet, Qin Yang had to hold up his turtle shell and use body-refining techniques to withstand the terrifying pressure here.
We moved forward along the straight line we had discovered before. Not long after, we found that the silt on the seabed had turned into something like ceramics. We continued to move forward for a while.
Finally, on a big rock, I saw the lifeless Master Xuantian sitting cross-legged.
"These two sect masters are really nothing. They didn't even bury the sect leader Xuantian. Fortunately, I'm here."