During the battle between the two sides, Wu Shaoqing and Xu Qingshan did not participate in the battle. They watched the civil war in their sects raging, cracks appearing on the ground, and countless buildings collapsing.
I don't know how many disciples died in it, Wu Shaoqing sighed, and she looked at Xu Qingshan from a distance.
As the scope of this battle becomes wider and wider, all the eyes of the entire Far West are focused here.
At this moment, there are more and more people watching the battle, some are casual cultivators, and some are sect elders.
At this time, Xu Zimo also came to the battlefield. He looked for a moment and saw that half of the Yin Yang Sect had been turned into ruins.
At this moment, Chu Yang was blocked by Wu Shaoqing.
"I'll hold Xu Qingshan down later. Just run away while no one is paying attention to you," Wu Shaoqing said in a low voice.
Chu Yang was silent for a moment, raised his head with bright eyes, and replied: "Sect Master, let me stay, I'm not afraid of death."
"These people all died for you, do you want their deaths to be in vain?" Wu Shaoqing took a deep breath and said, "I don't know if the Yin Yang disk left by the Yin Yang Patriarch is accurate.
But when I looked at you under the ring, even if you were easily defeated by Xu Zimo and fell down again and again, you still did not choose to give up. Even death could not make you retreat or fear.
At that time, I understood that what made me believe in you was not the Yin-Yang disk left by the Yin-Yang Patriarch, but your Taoist heart that moved me."
After hearing Wu Shaoqing's words, Chu Yang fell silent.
"I believe in you, and you should also believe in yourself," Wu Shaoqing patted Chu Yang on the shoulder, then rose into the air and killed Xu Qingshan.
The aura of the Holy Pulse Realm surrounded her, and all seven veins in her body were opened. At this moment, half of the sky fell behind her.
"Xiao Yangzi, I will lend you my power later and leave during the chaos," the voice of Old Man Samsara sounded.
"Teacher, I became a coward when I was in Tianjian Sect last time. Could it be that with the same choice, I can still only be a coward?" Chu Yang said unwillingly.
"Weak people have no right to choose. If you can't see through this, you will never become a strong person," said the old man Samsara.
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At this time, in the sky, the yin and yang diagram appeared behind Wu Shaoqing. His white robe spread out in the wind, and his black hair also spread behind him.
Xu Qingshan looked at Wu Shaoqing indifferently, and a long sword appeared in his hand. The moment the long sword appeared, a sword light surged in the air.
Xu Qingshan held a long sword with a deep gaze. He just waved the long sword lightly on the sky, and the sky was instantly divided into two poles.
"Shenwu Sword," Wu Shaoqing's pupils shrank and he said warily.
The Shenwu Sword is the real weapon left behind by Emperor Zhenwu when he ascended to heaven. When Xu Qingshan holds the Shenwu Sword, thousands of sword energies surround him.
The green robe suddenly blew up in the wind, and he slashed out with his sword, and the Yin-Yang diagram behind Wu Shaoqing immediately split into two halves.
Wu Shaoqing took three steps back and spit out a mouthful of blood. She stared at Xu Qingshan, her aura became even more majestic, and she killed Xu Qingshan again.
Xu Qingshan snorted coldly and walked in the air. Every step he took, the aura on his body was like a stormy sea.
He didn't even show his true life, and the thousands of sword energies were just like his arms, able to be used freely.
The sky was in an endless cycle of collapse and recovery. In just a few rounds, Wu Shaoqing was already seriously injured.
The Shenwu Sword streaked across the silent sky, carrying the indestructible sword energy and directly cutting off Wu Shaoqing's arms.
"Our Zhenwu Holy Sect has been silent for too long. The world may have long forgotten the glory of the Three Swords Emperor who single-handedly challenged the eight emperors to unify the Immortal Sect before he could bear the destiny." Xu Qingshan said lightly: "Today we will
Starting from your Yin Yang Sect, although we cannot restore the glory of our ancestors, it is not something you, a first-rate sect, can challenge."
Xu Qingshan's voice echoed in the Geng Geng void, as if he was speaking to Wu Shaoqing, and also seemed to be speaking to everyone watching the battle secretly.
Wu Shaoqing's arms were cut off, and her entire body was filled with spiritual energy, and a white mist filled her arms.
Not long after, she saw that she had grown new arms.
This is the horror of the Holy Vein Realm. As long as you are not completely killed, it is not difficult to regenerate a broken arm.
Of course, if you want to restore your arms, you must consume a lot of energy and blood in your body. Wu Shaoqing's face was already very pale at this moment.
On the other side, the battle between Yin Yang Patriarch and Mei Aohan was temporarily separated.
I saw that Mei Aohan's white robe had been torn into many pieces, and he looked a little embarrassed.
But the same goes for the Yin-Yang Patriarch. His face is pale and he doesn't seem to have any vitality at all.
Although he is a strong man in the Divine Vein Realm, he was already a figure from several eras ago. If it weren't for the Dust Blood Stone, he probably wouldn't have lived much longer.
Each of his battles requires a large amount of energy and blood. When his energy and blood are exhausted, it will be the end of his life.
"Grandmaster, are you okay?" Wu Shaoqing asked worriedly.
"Don't worry," Patriarch Yin Yang shook his head and replied with a deep look: "Everyone will die. The difference is that some people are unknown and some people are famous all over the world.
I don't care about these, whether it's a feather or Mount Tai.
I just want a clear conscience,
Worthy of me,
Worthy of you,
I am worthy of the sect I established with my own hands."
"Anyway, we have reached this stage, and there is nothing to hide," the Yin-Yang Patriarch said calmly.
As soon as he finished speaking, his entire body was filled with spiritual energy. At this moment, a vast aura emanated from his body.
His originally gray hair was falling rapidly at this moment, the blood on his face became paler, and his skin and flesh were sunken deep into his bones.
This old man who was already old is now aging again at a speed visible to the naked eye.
His originally shining eyes gradually lost their luster at this moment, and the old man seemed to have been drained of all his strength at that moment.
"Grandmaster, what are you going to do?" Seeing the old man's appearance, Wu Shaoqing asked quickly.
The old man smiled and shook his head, and saw a drop of blood appear in his palm.
This is his natal essence and blood that he condensed most of his remaining blood.
A Yin-Yang diagram appeared behind the old man, and he waved his right hand in the air. A six-pointed star pattern appeared in front of him, and then the ground of the Yin-Yang Sect began to shake.
A "rumbling" sound exploded underground, and a very large crack appeared on the ground, and this crack was still expanding.
A beast roar sounded underground, as if something terrifying was about to appear.
At this time, countless rays of light were seen rising into the sky from the ground of Yin Yang Sect. A six-pointed star formation reflected the sky, and the dazzling six rays of light were dazzling, illuminating the world.
