610, Fighting against the Three Immortals in front of Dripping Blood Cliff
Immortal Lord.
"boom--"
Han Qi's double-headed sword struck down.
The sword light tore apart the world.
The Immortal Lord of the God Clan who was blocking the way sneered, raised his hand, and raised a red halberd in his palm.
"when--"
Han Qi's long knife was blocked.
A sneer appeared on the face of the Immortal Lord of the God Clan: "It's just brute force."
After the words fell, the war halberd in his hand turned into thousands of golden lights and crashed into Han Qisuo's war puppet.
After all, he was an Immortal Lord, and he could see through the shortcomings of Han Qi, the god-slaying war puppet, at a glance.
No matter Han Qi or Xiang Lingshuang, they are unable to control their own powerful power now.
Their combat power is far from reaching its peak.
"Buzz——"
A pair of long swords struck down in the air. The Immortal Lord of the God Clan raised his hand, and the golden vortex flashing on his arms pressed against the long sword.
One person can actually block two war puppets.
"Bang——"
Han Qi's body stepped back as the golden light from the golden spear hit his chest.
He raised the long knife in his hand and cut it down again.
This time, there was a hint of surprise on the face of the Immortal Lord of the God Clan.
Even the Immortal Lords of the same level did not dare to take his blow.
How could the guy in front of me, who was obviously much worse in cultivation, escape unscathed?
Naturally, he didn't know that even if Han Qi and Xiang Lingshuang failed to integrate the power of the war puppet, they would still possess the abnormal defensive power of the God-Slaying War Puppet.
Unless they can destroy the war puppet with one blow, they will never be injured.
"boom--"
With this sword strike, the immortal king of the gods retreated sharply.
The light of the sword sliced open the heaven and the earth, causing the bloody evil energy in the surrounding void to disperse.
"Come on." Han Muye shouted, and Han Qi and Xiang Lingshuang rushed forward without hesitation.
Ahead, on the Dripping Blood Cliff, changes were also noticed, with fairy lights rising.
Han Muye raised his hand, and rays of fairy light shone, turning into various fairy patterns on his head.
Cheers came from the Spilled Blood Cliff.
"Sword Immortal Yunlan has arrived!"
"Haha, I knew the sect wouldn't ignore us!"
"Sword Immortal Yunlan, that is the strong man who suppressed Immortal Burial City."
The message was passed on in the immortal pattern, and Han Muye's eyes fell on the immortal king of the gods who was resisting the flying boat with all his strength and trying to block the flying boat's progress.
If he were the only one, Han Muye would choose to take action directly and kill him together with Han Qi and Xiang Lingshuang.
Joining forces with the two God-Slaying War Puppets, he is confident that he will leave behind an Immortal Lord.
But at this time, in Han Muye's eyes, he clearly saw the auras of three Immortal Lords flying towards him.
If you don't take a breath, the other three immortal kings will arrive.
When the four immortal kings join forces, Han Muye is not afraid, and the others on the flying boat are absolutely unable to stop him.
What's more, he didn't come here just to fight the Immortal Lord.
He came here to deliver the formation disk.
As long as the formation plate is arranged on the Blood-Drip Cliff, attracting the strong men from the immortal world to gather, and attack from both sides, the God Clan army can be left behind, and the Taoist rebels can be left behind.
"Go with all your strength."
Han Muye shouted lowly, and a green long sword appeared in his hand.
The fairy light shines, the sword light condenses, and a thousand-foot sword shadow pierces out.
"when--"
The sword light imprisoned the immortal king.
Taking advantage of this moment, Xiang Lingshuang slashed down with both swords, striking the arms of the Immortal Lord of the God Clan.
With a pitiful cry, the Immortal Lord of the God Clan turned around and ran away.
Han Qi let out a long laugh, slashed down the double-headed sword in his hand, cut open the blood in front of him, and led the flying boat behind him to rush up to the Blood Dropping Cliff.
There were blood-colored light arrays on the Dripping Blood Cliff, and golden light flashed in Han Muye's hand, reflecting the light arrays.
"It's Sword Immortal Yunlan, opening the grand formation."
There was a sound coming from the Blood Dropping Cliff.
Then a golden light curtain unfolded, wrapping the flying boat and dragging it into the Blood Dropping Cliff.
When the golden light dissipated, several old men wearing bloody armor were standing in front of Han Muye.
Elsewhere, immortal cultivators who were covered in blood or looked tired stood up.
Many people had unstable auras, some were pale, and their clothes and armor were broken.
"Everyone, Han is late, seniors have suffered a lot." Han Muye bowed.
Information behind the scenes was cut off, and there was betrayal from his own Taoist sect.
The fact that Dripping Blood Cliff has been able to hold on till now is because of its strong will.
He looked at the immortal kings in front of him with admiration on his face.
Dao Sect, Immortal Lord of Gold and Jade, Immortal Lord of Wuchen.
Sword Sect, the Immortal Lord of All Spirits.
A bloody battle between the Immortal Lord Zongtao Temple and the Immortal Lord Zhuliang.
There are two Immortal Lords presiding over the formation at Dripping Blood Cliff. One is seriously injured and is recovering, and the other was tricked out of Dripping Blood Cliff by the Taoist sect a few days ago and fell under the cliff.
"Hey, Sword Immortal Yunlan, if you don't come again, we really won't be able to hold it on the Blood Dropping Cliff anymore."
The Wanling Immortal Lord in front shook his head and sighed.
Below, rays of divine light have rushed towards them.
The large formation on the Blood Dropping Cliff opened a passage, and the Gods took advantage of the situation and came.
Several immortal kings looked at each other, their bodies glowing with immortal light, their expressions solemn.
It will take a moment to close this channel. In this moment, it will be a bloody battle.
"Seniors, please stay away. I'm going to kill you."
Han Muye shouted low and turned to look at Han Qi and Xiang Lingshuang.
The two nodded, and Xiang Lingshuang's body shape changed, turning into a golden-armored elephant thousands of feet tall.
The strong four feet stepped out and smashed a piece of divine light into pieces with one kick.
Han Qi turned into a seven-headed dragon beast that was thousands of feet tall. It flapped its four pairs of wings and spit out a golden flame-like stream of light from its mouth.
This light flame fell and traveled within a hundred thousand feet, and all the divine light was suppressed.
This ray of light borrows the power of the Xuantian Divine Fire and can incinerate all kinds of power.
Han Muye took a step forward and unsheathed the long sword in his hand, triggering a green sword light.
The sword light transformed into a dragon of light and shadow thousands of feet long, roared out, and killed the gods whose divine light had been suppressed.
Layers of divinity escape, dyeing the blood-colored heaven and earth into gold.
Han Muye didn't stop and flew out of the Dripping Blood Cliff, his sword pointed forward.
The sword light gathered again.
The three of them stood in front of the Spilling Blood Cliff and blocked the passage.
At this time, in front of him, the auras of three immortal kings from the divine race had arrived.
But Han Muye and Han Qi had no intention of giving in.
What about the Immortal Lord?
Today, we are fighting against the Immortal Lord.
"What an amazing swordsman." On the Bloody Cliff, the Immortal Lord of the Blood War Sect whispered softly.
Although he is not a swordsman, he also practices swordsmanship and has a deep knowledge of swordsmanship.
Han Muye struck out with his sword, and he could already see the depth of it.
The Wanling Immortal Lord on the side nodded.
I had long heard that there was a junior from the Sword Sect who was said to be invincible. Looking at it now, he was indeed the champ among his peers.
"boom--"
Han Muye kept holding the sword in his hand, and the fairy light condensed into a beam of light and slashed forward.
Han Qi and Xiang Lingshuang rushed out without hesitation.
Confront the three immortal kings!
Anyway, we have already entered the Dripping Blood Cliff, with a large formation of guards behind us, and several powerful Immortal Lords watching the formation. What are we afraid of?
The three God Clan Immortal Lords looked at each other and spread out, blocking Han Muye and the others.
Han Qi and Xiang Lingshuang used all their strength to suppress the Immortal Lord in front of them.
Han Muye swung the sword light in his hand, and the scattered sword light could directly cause the death of the surrounding gods.
"Get out of the way!"
An Immortal Lord shouted lowly, and the divine light on his body turned into a pair of light wings, and his body shuttled faster and faster.
But Han Muye in front of him remained unmoved at all. He just waved his sword and blocked all his attacks.
Moreover, Han Muye's sword god appears and disappears, and he may be injured if he is not careful.
The three God Clan Immortal Lords did not dare to attack with all their strength, but Han Muye and the other three fought happily.
Han Muye could move freely and horizontally with just the light of his sword, making it impossible for the three Immortal Lords to let go and fight.
Han Qi and Xiang Lingshuang didn't care and just attacked with all their strength.
It wasn't until half a day later that there was a roaring sound on the Blood Dropping Cliff.
Han Muye just raised his hand and drew back his sword.
Han Qi and Xiang Lingshuang also transformed into human beings again, landed beside him, and then the three of them flew around.
The three gods and immortal kings had hatred on their faces, but they were helpless.
The formation on Dripping Blood Cliff relies on the power of Dripping Blood Cliff itself to only allow for this void that can be fought. Even if they still have strong men, they can't get involved.
As for catching up with Dripping Blood Cliff, it is even more impossible. The formation on Dripping Blood Cliff is extremely lethal.
"Humph, so what if there are reinforcements? News came from the Chengyue Sect that their secret hand has been deployed. As long as it is activated, chaos will occur on the Blood Drop Cliff." A gloomy-looking Immortal Lord from the God Clan said coldly.
The other two Immortal Lords nodded, moved, and flew away.
On the other side of the void, a divine king who had been unable to be hidden also surged with red divine light and flickered away.
"Yunlan is good at swordsmanship."
"These two have great tricks." On the Blood Dropping Cliff, the Golden Jade Immortal Lord came up to him with a smile.
Of course the other immortal kings also had smiles on their faces.
They knew what Han Muye meant, so they had to show their strength directly so that they could talk as equals.
Sure enough, Han Muye returned to Dripping Blood Cliff and communicated with several immortal kings, and there was no longer any barrier between them.
This is the case in the world of spiritual practice, everything depends on strength.
The Dripping Blood Cliff looks like a cliff from the outside, but in fact it occupies a large area.
According to the Rain-covering Immortal World, this place occupies the node between the Rain-covering Immortal World and the void.
If the Dripping Blood Cliff is captured, there will be less barriers to the outside world.
When Han Muye stepped onto the Dripping Blood Cliff, he also found that the atmosphere here was intertwined and messy. There were not only the residual power of heaven and earth from the Rain-covering Immortal Realm, but also the impact of forces from other worlds.
No wonder the force stationed here is far stronger than that of Immortal Burial City.
This is clearly a chaotic place.
Standing on the Dripping Blood Cliff, you can see the fairy light and divine light shining in the void not far behind.
The roaring sound continued.
That place should have been the rear of this world, but now it is occupied by the Taoist sect and the army of gods, and it has become the vanguard of the attack on Dripping Blood Cliff.
The two Immortal Lords in charge of the formation tried their best to maintain the operation of the formation.
The void is vibrating visible to the naked eye.
"It's a shame that the Taoist sect rebelled. They kidnapped them and killed them. There were heavy casualties on the Dripping Blood Cliff." When they arrived at the main hall where the Immortal Lord stationed at the Dripping Blood Cliff lived, the Wanling Immortal Lord spoke in a deep voice.
These words left the two Taoist Immortals speechless.
If the Taoist sect fails to live up to expectations, there is nothing they can do.
"Yunlan, the sect leader said he would send the treasure." Wanling Immortal Lord looked at Han Muye.
Han Muye nodded and took out a golden array disk in his hand.
The Sky-shaking Golden Plate is a teleportation treasure that can break through the barriers between heaven and earth.
Seeing this treasure, everyone in the hall showed joy.
When this treasure was delivered, everyone did not hesitate and started inspiring it directly in the main hall.
There was a roar, and a pillar of light rose into the sky.
In order to activate the power of this treasure, it is not a day's work, but requires the full strength of at least three immortal kings.
Han Muye was newly arrived and was arranged to rest. In the hall, there were left the Golden Jade Immortal Lord of the Taoist Sect, the Wanling Immortal Lord of the Sword Sect, and the Tao Temple Immortal Lord of the Bloody Battle Zong.
The two Immortals Wuchen and Zhuliang are temporarily undergoing repairs.
"It will take at least ten days to activate the teleportation power of the golden plate. During this time, if there is an attack from a foreign enemy, we must resist it with all our strength."
"Also, if the three Immortal Lords cannot hold up the golden plate in seven days, we will need to support it."
Immortal Lord Wuchen looked at Han Muye and sighed softly: "This time my Taoist gate was severely damaged. I don't know what the scene will be like in the Rain-covering Immortal Realm in the future."
Han Muye also knew what he said, but could not give him any answer.
The Taoist sect, which was originally the leader and hegemon of the Rain-Flowing Immortal Realm, was split, and its strength was greatly reduced. It will never be able to suppress it in the Rain-Flowing Immortal Realm in the future.
The entire power of the Rain-covering Immortal Realm may have to be reshuffled.
There is currently no action because all parties need to deal with the divine army with all their strength.
As long as this side of Dripping Blood Cliff is calmed down, it will be time to solve the Dao Sect.
For Han Muye, the general trend of the Rainfall Immortal Realm actually has little to do with him.
It's just that he is in charge of Immortal Burial City. No matter what, he cannot escape from participating in such a major event.
And, maybe you can get a share of the pie.
"Don't worry, Immortal Lord. We, the Rain-Raining Immortal Realm, are of one mind and we will never go too far." Han Muye did not finish his words.
Some things are not just his words.
With his current voice in the Rain-Reflecting Immortal Realm, he is not yet qualified to decide the general trend.
Immortal Wuchen nodded, sighed, and turned to leave.
The station Han Muye and the others arranged on the Dripping Blood Cliff was not far from the main hall.
Standing in front of the blue-red building, the world in front of Han Muye was filled with blood-red.
Among the Yuan Shen swords in his body, the Immortal Killing Sword condensed with the intention to kill was already impatient. It was Han Muye who suppressed it forcefully to stabilize it.
Otherwise, the Immortal Killing Sword must fly out to absorb the killing energy.
The light in his eyes flashed, and Han Muye saw traces of strange power surging in the red evil aura.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! When he looked carefully, it seemed that it was gone again.
What power is this?
After concentrating and meditating for a moment, something moved in his mind.
The Baxia bloodline that had been dormant in his body quietly emerged.
This time, the world before his eyes changed slightly.
There seemed to be a golden thread emerging in front of me.
Han Muye had seen this golden thread before.
The inheritance of Tongtian Immortal Lord!
Is there also a layout for the Tongtian Immortal Lord here?
At the beginning, Immortal Lord Cangyun only said that he had arranged the means for Burial Immortal City and Broken Soul Valley.
Han Muye followed the direction guided by the golden thread and walked forward.
Unconsciously, he had stepped into a cliff full of rocks.
On the cliff, there are caves several feet high, deep and blood-red.
Stepping into the cave, the blood-evil aura is so strong that it seems to be solidifying.
These caves are the foundation of the Dripping Blood Cliff Formation.
Countless practitioners are hiding in it, activating the formation.
Han Muye walked deep into a cave and saw thousands of practitioners sitting in front of a bloody altar.
Each of these people is covered with withered bodies and seems to be about to perish at any moment.
On the altar in front of them, a ball of golden blood droplets floated.
Seeing this drop of blood, Han Muye's eyes revealed a hint of surprise.
He finally knew why he was guided here.
This drop of blood is clearly the blood of Ba Xia!
It is not the arrangement of Tongtian Immortal Lord, but the pull of bloodline power.
When Han Muye arrived, the immortal cultivators sitting around the altar also turned around.
"Boy, which family do you belong to? What did you do?" A silver-haired old man said, his voice as old as a candle in the wind.
Most of the immortal cultivators stationed on the Dripping Blood Cliff were sent here.
They live in these caves and have no contact with the outside world at all.
In this way, they did not know that the Immortal Burial City had risen in the world of cultivation, and that the Yunlan Sword Immortal had emerged from nowhere.
"Han Muye, a disciple of the Sword Sect."
Han Muye opened his mouth, his gaze swept forward, his heart moved, and he spoke again: "If we consider the origin, it is probably related to the Murong family."
Hearing him talking about the Murong family, the old men in front of the altar stood up with excited expressions on their faces.
"Murong family?"
"How is the Murong family now?"
"Boy, whose descendant are you?"
Han Muye looked up and saw that these few people had weak energy and blood, and seemed to be about to die at any moment.
The realm of cultivation is that of an immortal, but he no longer has the power he should have.
"Seniors, are you the ones from the Murong family stationed at Dripping Blood Cliff?"
Han Muye cupped his hands, raised his head and said, "Now that the Murong family has moved to Yunlan City in the wasteland, there is hope for revival."
wilderness?
Yunlan City?
The old men looked at each other with confusion on their faces.
"wilderness?"
"The Taoist sect still hasn't let go of my Murong family..."
An old man sighed.
The wasteland is not a good place.
"Hey, fellow Taoist Murong Zhuo, forget it, the Taoist sect has always behaved like this, and my Xue family has also failed like this?" An old man covered in rags shook his head and spoke softly.
The other old people sighed.
The Taoist sect is not as good as the Sword Sect and the Bloody Battle Sect, but once it takes action, it is continuous and does not give a chance.
The viciousness even surpasses other sects.
Many forces that offended the Taoist sect were exterminated unconsciously.
"Fellow Taoist, could you tell me in detail what happened to my Murong family?" An old man with slightly disheveled hair and a pale complexion looked at Han Muye.
Han Muye nodded and told the Murong family's situation in a low voice.
When they heard that the Murong family had fallen due to the strong men of the family stationed at Dripping Blood Cliff, and that all parties were suppressing them, the faces of several old people turned red.
Later, all parties wanted to destroy the Murong family, and the Murong family was the first to be exterminated, so everyone clenched their fists.
Feel the same.
Who has never had such an experience?
Approximately, the extinction process of each family is similar.
"Yunlan City?"
"Sword Immortal Yunlan?"
"One person and one sword can protect the Murong family from leaving the Taoist sect?"
"How can this be?"
When Han Muye said that the Murong family left the Taoist sect and took root in Yunlan City under his protection, everyone couldn't believe it.
The elders of the Murong family also looked puzzled.
Fortunately, Han Muye was prepared.
Before coming to Dripping Blood Cliff, he had searched for Murong's family when he was in Yunlan City and memorized many messages using their bloodline secrets.
At this time, he directly took out the golden jade slips one by one.
"My Murong family's bloodline technique!"
The old man named Murong Zhuo stood up.
Others also looked excited.
After taking the jade slip handed over by Han Muye, the expressions on everyone's faces changed.
After a long time, several people looked at Han Muye.
"Yunlan Sword Immortal."
"The blood of my Murong family is endless, please accept my respects."
Several people dressed up and bowed to Han Muye.
So what if they are powerful people who have transformed into voids, still they can't keep their own bloodline?
Now that the person in front of me takes action to save his own bloodline, he is certainly worthy of this tribute.
What's more, can you protect them for thousands of miles? One person and one sword can help the Murong family go to the wilderness. Such loyalty is worth worshiping.
Many other old men also reached out to take the jade slips and saw the message inside.
"You are the Yunlan Sword Immortal!"
"One person and one sword protects the Murong family, but there is someone like you among the swordsmen in the world!"
One by one the old men stood up.
Han Muye nodded.
"In the mortal world, I was favored by senior Murong Zheng, and I have a connection with the Murong family."
No one will take action for no reason.
He, Han Muye, rescued the Murong family to repay Murong Zheng's kindness and to fulfill his own destiny.
"Murong Zheng..." Beside Murong Zhuo, an old man shook his head and whispered: "It's a pity, we still..."
His words stopped.
The others looked at each other and said nothing.
After getting acquainted with Murong's family, Han Muye was quickly accepted in the cave.
After hearing everyone's words, he understood the current situation of Dripping Blood Cliff better.
The current pressure on the entire Spilled Blood Cliff is more terrifying than imagined.
Murong Zhuo and the others were running out of gas to keep the formation running.
Without the addition of fresh practitioners, it would not last more than half a month.
"The Taoist sect presides over this place, and we old guys are here to die." Murong Zhuo showed a hint of loneliness on his face.
Everyone knows the Taoist method of killing disobedient forces, but they are unable to resist.
Fortunately, the formation only needs to be sustained for seven days. When the heaven-suppressing golden disk is fully activated, more new cultivators will arrive, which will give everyone a breath of relief.
This chapter is not finished yet. Please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Well, when the reinforcements arrive, I can propose that the immortal cultivators on the Dripping Blood Cliff return to the Rain-Reflecting Immortal Realm." Han Muye looked at the Murong family and said,
Said softly.
With so many masters from the Murong family coming to Dripping Blood Cliff, it is a pity that there are only so few left.
Han Muye's words made everyone in the Murong family look confused.
They don't know if they will have a chance to return to the Rain Fairy Realm.
Three days passed in a blink of an eye. At the end of the third day, Han Muye and the others went to the main hall to replace the three immortal kings who activated the golden plate.
However, Han Muye, who was about to enter the main hall, was stopped by Miaoyuan Immortal Lord who had recovered from his injuries.
Immortal Lord Miaoyuan said that Han Muye's cultivation was not enough, and if something went wrong in activating the golden plate, he would be in big trouble.
Finally, Immortal Miaoyuan, Immortal Wuchen and Immortal Zhuliang entered the hall.
The Wanling Immortal Lords and others who came out of the hall looked pale, obviously suffering from great losses.
Wanling Immortal Lord and the others said a few words to Han Muye and went to retreat.
Fortunately, the golden plate is now activated and can contact the Rain-covering Immortal Realm. As long as the final transmission method is arranged, it can attract the powerful people from the Immortal Realm.
As long as the powerful men from the immortal world come, Han Muye's mission will almost be completed.
After that, it was not his business to be stationed at Dripping Blood Cliff.
On the sixth day, Han Muye was awakened from seclusion.
"Sword Immortal Yunlan, I feel something is wrong." Murong Zhuo found Han Muye and spoke in a deep voice.
wrong?
When Han Muye followed him to the depths of the cave, his eyes were filled with surprise.
The golden blood droplets on the altar had a much weaker divine light.
What's going on?
This weak divine light means that the power of the formation is excessively consumed.
"If this is the case, the formation will not last ten days."
The old man beside Murong Zhuo spoke in a low voice.
Ten days?
That's enough.
Han Muye raised his head and looked at the golden blood drops, and suddenly his heart moved.
He turned around and left. As soon as he arrived outside the main hall, he heard an exclamation coming from inside.