But what exactly is Lord Shura Ming trying to do? Does he simply want to cause destruction and kill people, or does he have another purpose?
Xiao Yi thought for a moment, then used Space Movement, flashed his figure, and rushed to the next disaster-stricken town.
No matter what Shura Mingjun does, he will continue to conquer the ghost army and save the people, which can also gain a lot of source power.
At this time, Qingquan Town is in the city.
Tens of thousands of people fell into a pool of blood, chased by a ghost general and five thousand ghost soldiers.
A moment ago, all the militiamen guarding the city were killed, the dragon energy collapsed, and the people were no longer able to resist.
Immediately, the leader of the black-armored ghost had a blood-colored spiritual bead appear in his hand, constantly absorbing the energy and blood of the deceased, and blood-colored shadows floated out one after another, and were thrown into the blood-colored spiritual bead.
After a while, the bodies of all the deceased turned into foul-smelling mummies, as if they had been dead for a long time.
The blood-colored spirit beads in the hands of the black-armored ghost generals emit a strange blood-red light.
At this time, he collected the blood spirit beads, took out a black bead, put all the ghost soldiers into it, and prepared to leave.
Suddenly, a white divine light appeared next to him, condensing Bai Yichen's figure.
The black-armored ghost will suddenly disappear and escape into the earth.
At this moment, the Nether Pearl appeared in Bai Yichen's hand, emitting a powerful suction force.
The black-armored ghost was about to escape underground, but was still sucked out by the Netherworld Pearl.
Bai Yichen conducted a soul search on him and found out about Shura Mingjun's plan. It turned out that he divided the ghost army in Xuzhou into two parts. One part of the cannon fodder ghost army was used to attract human firepower, and the other part of the powerful ghost army took advantage of the opportunity.
Killing people and sucking their blood and souls.
Especially the ghost bead, which contains space and can carry the ghost army with you, makes Shura Mingjun's plan extremely feasible.
If Bai Yichen hadn't come quickly, if he had been half a step slower, the ghost general just now would have escaped underground. And there are hundreds of such ghost generals under the command of the Fierce Ghost King, and no one knows how many towns will suffer.
"Is it a blood sacrifice to summon some powerful existence?"
Bai Yichen speculated in his mind that based on the memories of the Nether Clan he had obtained, there were many exotic demons outside this world. They could be summoned through blood sacrifices to increase their power or fulfill their wishes. However, he always felt that it would not be that simple.
Immediately, he continued to use space movement and rushed to the next town.
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At the same time, Qingjiang County, Qingyuan Mountain, and Qingyuan Sword Sect.
The Qingyuan Sword Sect is a first-class sect in Xuzhou, with a strong Yuandan Realm Martial King in charge.
However, at this time, a middle-aged man in black armor suddenly appeared in front of the mountain gate of the Qingyuan Sword Sect. A black spiritual bead appeared in his hand. Immediately, a black light flashed, and more than ten thousand elite ghost soldiers of the fierce ghost level appeared behind him.
At this time, the disciples patrolling and keeping vigil had discovered the ghost army, and immediately notified the elders of the division, activating the mountain-protecting formation, and a layer of cyan formation barrier enveloped Qingyuan Mountain.
The middle-aged man in black armor also gathered more than ten thousand elite ghost soldiers behind him, and his energy quickly rose. Then a black magic knife appeared in his hand, and he suddenly slashed out. A black sword energy that was a hundred meters long was like a peerless magic sword.
The sword fell from the sky, instantly breaking through the blue formation barrier, and the mountain-protecting formation was instantly broken.
At this time, an old man in green robes appeared in the sky above the Qingyuan Sword Sect, and a green flying sword appeared in front of him. Immediately, he activated the Qingyuan Sword Art to differentiate the sword light, turning one into nine, and nine into eighty.
One moment, hundreds of cyan flying swords separated into a torrent of flying swords, which quickly attacked the black-armored middle-aged man.
This green-robed old man is none other than Taoist Qingyuan, the founding master of the Qingyuan Sword Sect. He is the Martial King of the Yuandan Realm and is world-famous for his exquisite swordsmanship with the differentiation of sword light.
"Taoist Qingyuan, suffer death!"
The middle-aged man in black armor snorted coldly, and suddenly slashed with his sword. The black ghost energy turned into a hundred-meter-long black dragon, soared out and rushed towards the torrent of green flying swords.
The huge demonic dragon collided fiercely with the torrent of green flying swords. Immediately, the demonic dragon dissipated, and the countless flying swords also collapsed, turning into a flying sword with dim green light that quickly retreated and fell back into the hands of Taoist Qingyuan.
Taoist Qingyuan suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground. However, the mark of his soul in his natal flying sword was obliterated by the demon dragon, causing his own soul to be injured.
At this time, four middle-aged men in green clothes holding blue flying swords walked up to him and said with worried expressions: "Master!"
"It's okay for you, Master. You should take the other disciples and flee immediately to preserve our sect's orthodoxy! Go quickly!"
After finishing speaking, Taoist Qingyuan once again gathered the power of his alchemy, activated the cyan flying sword, and turned into nine cyan sword lights, attacking the black-armored middle-aged man from all directions. The nine sword lights looked exactly the same, and it was difficult to tell whether they were real or fake.
But it's all true and false. If you can't see through the real killing move, you will die under this Qingyuan Sword.
The four middle-aged men in Tsing Yi looked sad, but they still understood the situation and fled in four directions with the other three generations of disciples.
The dark golden pupils of the middle-aged man in black armor flashed, and he immediately saw the authenticity of the nine cyan sword lights. The black magic knife in his hand suddenly slashed, and a black sword energy hit a cyan sword light.
The cyan sword light dissipated and turned into the flying sword body with dim cyan light.
Immediately, eight other cyan sword lights struck, but they could not even break through the protective aura of the middle-aged man in black armor.
The middle-aged figure in black armor flashed, grabbed the cyan flying sword, and then used his magic power to condense a big black hand and grabbed Taoist Qingyuan.
At this moment, the green golden elixir in Taoist Qingyuan's body suddenly exploded, and with a bang, a terrifying blue air wave swept everything.
At this time, a middle-aged man in green clothes more than ten miles away looked at the huge green mushroom cloud in the distance, and immediately knew that his master had self-destructed the golden elixir, and all this was just to cover their escape. If not, with the master's sword,
It was flying at a speed that Gui Shuai couldn't catch up with.
Immediately, he took out a communication token, passed the news to the State Mufu and the six top sects, and continued to escape with his disciples. He wanted to save his life and wait for the day to rebuild the Qingyuan Sword Sect and preserve his master's orthodoxy.
At this time, in Xuzhou City, there was the Prefecture Mufu.
Sun Nanying, the shepherd of Xuzhou, took out the official seal of the state shepherd, looked into it with her spiritual mind, and received another piece of news, and her face suddenly turned gloomy. Because this was not good news, but the news that the Qingyuan Sword Sect had been destroyed. The Qingyuan Sword Sect was a first-rate leader.
The destruction of the great sect will make everyone feel in danger, and it will be difficult for any Jianghu sect to come to their aid.
After all, no one wants to cause their own sect to be destroyed because of rescuing others.
After a while, six people came in. There were middle-aged monks in yellow cassocks, Taoist priests in blue robes, and warriors with swords on their waists. They were from Puji Temple and Taixu Temple.
Waiting for representatives from the six top sects.
At this time, the green-robed Taoist priest clasped his fists and said, "Master Zhou Mu, the master has sent me a message. I'm afraid I, Taixuguan, can no longer send out experts!"
"I am also in Puji Temple!"
"Our Ba Dao Sect can no longer send out masters!"
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In a moment, the six sects all expressed their stance that they would no longer send experts to rescue various places.
State Shepherd Sun Nanying's face was cold. He knew that this was a conspiracy of the Nether Clan, which was to frighten the six sects and make them stay in their own sect and not dare to go out. But he had no way to persuade the six sects.
Because the survival of a sect is the foundation and is more important than the life of the leader, even if the chance of an attack by the Nether Clan is low, they do not dare to take any risks.
