"puff!"

A mouthful of blood was spewed out, and endless fire of chaos was engulfed in the body. Just after I stepped back dozens of feet with the Immortal Bone Sword, my whole body was covered with flames. The rules of the Phoenix Law in my body seemed to be about to be exploded by the valley. The terrifying first-grade holy fire was like a curse similar to the heavenly punishment, and it was difficult to eliminate in a short period of time.

"Senior Brother Bu!"

A genius in the inner courtyard came out of the air, and the long sword turned into a ray of white light and rushed towards the Rang Sichen Jue. It had a bit of a clear sword heart. He came very timely. This sword said whether it was strong or not, but it just happened to allow the Rang Sichen Jue to retract the next palm that was slapped at me, which was also a fatal palm.

"Diet fly!"

Rang Sichen stopped, shouted softly and swept away. The fire of chaos erupted, his palm power was powerful, and there was only a loud noise in the air. The body of the disciple in the inner courtyard directly turned into a ball of blood mist and exploded!

My heart tightened, as if I was pierced by a sharp sword. I had some impression of that disciple in the inner courtyard. He was a good seedling of sword cultivator. He admired me and my senior sister Lin Muzhao very much. He hoped to become a swordsman like us, but he fell here, which is regrettable.

"Those who block me will die!"

Rang Sichen Jue kept running, rushing into the air, his palms were surging, and his body was covered with an invincible immortal artistic conception. He was stunned by the geniuses of the corpse control clan. They had to admit that Rang Sichen Jue's strength was indeed far stronger than Tang Jiuyuan, and he was not at the same level at all.

The Buddha's light flowed, and a big handprint suddenly flew out from the air. It was Zhao Hao who took action!

The palm seal was wrapped in dozens of thunder, peaceful and holy. It was broken down into dozens of major fire wheel seals when it approached Rang Sichen Jue. The roaring sounds continued to hit the golden protective Tiangang in front of Rang Sichen Jue. The protective Tiangang was like a golden wall. After dozens of blows, it did not move at all, without even a crack.

However, Rang Sichen sneered, glared at Zhao Hao in the distance, and said lightly: "Even ants dare to challenge the power of heaven?"

The chaotic fire in his eyes was flowing, as if an electric attack was on his mind. A twisted rule "puff" shook Zhao Hao back with a sound, causing him to vomit blood and be seriously injured.

...

Dan Tai Yao, Tang Queran, Ling Yun, Feng Qingyi and other disciples came with swords. I suddenly raised my head and looked at them and shouted: "Get back all, come and die!"

At this moment, a sound like thunder came from the air: "Rang Sichen Jue, I'm here!"

It is the commander of the Dongfang Qi, the Imperial Guard, and the enemy of the young generation of the Dongfang family!

"Chew!"

The sharp light of the sword intent split the sky and slashed straight towards the top of Rang Sichen Jue's head, opening and closing. A ray of transcendent holy ruins flowed around the sword light. The sword intent opened and closed, which was the 24-slash that Dongfang Qi relied on to become famous. However, Dongfang Qi had successfully overcome the tribulation and was among the young sword saints of the upper world. The sword intent became increasingly strong. In addition, the Holy Ruins fire was probably no less than mine.

"Dongfangqi!"

Rang Sichen Jue also shouted loudly: "The defeated general, what qualifications do you have to behave in front of me?"

The palm power collided with the sword light. After ten consecutive moves, Dongfang Qi's strength was still inferior. It was gradually suppressed by the palm power of Rang Sichen Jue. At this moment, another low roar in the air, and a wisp of flame rushed straight to the side of Rang Sichen Jue. With a "peng" sound, it knocked back dozens of feet. It was not someone else, but Dongfang Ping, another Dongfang family's enemy.

"Brothers join forces? Interesting..."

Rang Sichen Jue was calm and calm. He patted the Holy Ruins fire stained on his arm and said, "Since that's the case, I, Rang Sichen Jue, will kill Dongfang Wan's two favorite nephews here today, so that no one in the Dongfang family will dare to be a enemy of ten thousand people from now on!"

"Shadowless!"

Dongfang Ping said coldly, then glanced at me and said, "Bu Yixuan, take the disciples of the academy to retreat one after another. You are already injured. This is a war between saints, and you don't have to participate."

I didn't refute, just nodded. Dan Tai Yao approached with a fragrant smell, wrapped my arms around the shoulders, helped me fly, and said, "Is it okay?"

"fine."

Although I said that, the fire of chaos in my body still flew everywhere, like a curse. If it was rejected by the Phoenix Technique alone, it would probably take at least half an hour to completely reject it. This time I felt a very strong sense of frustration. The battle with Rang Sichen was a complete defeat. Without using the power of Bai Shura's taboo, I didn't even have a chance of winning.

...

In the air, the two brothers of Dongfang fought against Ring Sichen Jue. The holy fire continued to explode. The sword intent vortex flowed. The twenty-four slashes and the Divine Flame Sword Technique complemented each other. They began to gain the upper hand within less than fifty moves. Under this strong sword intent, Ring Sichen Jue had to be injured, and sword marks appeared on both arms. Of course, Dongfang Qi and Dongfang Ping were not feeling well. They were attacked by the fire of chaos, and they could not last long regardless of the outcome.

The war became more and more fierce. The vast fertile fields around Wushan were full of corpses. This battle was a million corpses and blood flowed thousands of miles away. In the distance, a shocking explosion came soon. The blue mushroom clouds produced by the self-destruction of the sacred ruins soared into the sky. Many famous saints of the righteous path of the upper realm were using their lives to slaughter demons and compose sad songs.

"Peng..."

With a loud bang, Wushan couldn't help but tremble. In the air, strands of traces of the true explanation of the Battle Defeat Art flashed past, and at the same time, the scene of the Fire Phoenix Magic Shadow Broken half of the mountain. It was her cousin, she was defeated.

My heart couldn't help but tremble, pushed Dan Tai Yao away, and urged the holy power to fly over.

In the dust all over the sky, Wushan also collided with a large hole of several miles. The hard rock was melted by the power of the fire phoenix. A terrifying gully led to the jungle in the distance. The figure of his cousin could not be seen, but an old man in a long robe and fairy-like manner appeared in the sky, full of Confucianism and Taoism. He held a golden ancient scroll in his hand. The scroll looked antique and powerful.

"The body of Fire Phoenix, the body becomes a saint. It seems that the inheritor of the Divine Flame Empress is just like this..."

With a faint ridicule on his lips, he squinted his eyes and said, "Enough, there are enough people who have died. Dongfang Wan, do you want to die more people to defend your throne?"

In the air, Dongfang Wan's delicate body descended, covered in blood, her breath was far less strong than before, but her beautiful eyes were filled with a strong hatred and said, "Sheng Confucian, you are a great wise Confucian and Taoist wise man in the upper realm, why did you kill the righteous monks in the upper realm so indiscriminately?"

"I don't want to kill people, but people want to kill me, what's the matter?" He said it lightly, but the murderous intent surged in his words was enough to make any strong man feel heartbroken.

Is this Confucian Zun?

The real strongest person in the exile land, the real taboo, that powerful aura is even more than twice as terrifying as the peerless Shura and Blood Lord. No wonder the Queen Tianxin was defeated!

“How about making a deal?”

Ru Zun looked at Dongfang Wan, his voice penetrated through the sky, and almost all the survivors in the Battle of Wushan could hear it. The exiles, the Blood Demon Clan, and the Corpse Control Clan all looked in awe in awe. Even Rang Sichen Jue, Tang Jiuyuan and others stopped and looked at Ru Zun with a fear of the gods.

"trade?"

Dongfang Wan frowned slightly and said, "Can the billions of rivers and mountains in the right path of the upper realm allow me to trade? Ruzun, you are a senior in the upper realm, why should you be so aggressive?"

"You rejected me and you will be punished."

Ru Zun frowned, and suddenly the sleeves of the ground robe gently swayed, turning into a breeze and swept across the plain. A terrifying scene suddenly appeared. In the breeze, wisps of Confucian and Taoist rules passed by. At least thousands of human soldiers on the plain suddenly looked dull, and turned into powder in the breeze. In just a moment, a medium-sized army disappeared!

"you!"

Dongfang Wan's pretty face was full of heartache, almost distorted: "Confucian Zun, you beast, you are not worthy of practicing Confucianism and Taoism at all, you are no different from beasts!"

"I'll ask again, are you willing to trade with me?!"

Confucians still speak indifferently.

"No!"

Dongfang Wan waved her sword, and a wisp of sword energy swept away.

Confucian Zun still blinked his sleeves lightly, and the true meaning of Confucianism and Taoism surged, as if the breeze had dispelled Dongfang Wan's fierce sword intent. The strength of the two people seemed to be not on the same level.

"Buzz--"

Ru Zun raised her left arm flat and her figure was slender and majestic. With a long hand away, a wounded old woman from the Dongfang family suddenly rose into the air involuntarily, her face full of horror. She was a powerful saint, but at this time she had no power to resist under Ru Zun's palm, just like a chicken under the sharp claws of an eagle.

"Another question, are you willing to trade with me?" Ru Zun said indifferently.

Dongfang Wan's eyes were red: "You...you..."

“It was too late to agree.”

The Confucian Zun chanted softly, and a loud "pan" sounded loudly in the distance. A saint named exploded his body and turned into a ball of blood mist. Countless spiritual essences feed back to the earth. At this time, no one thinks that Confucian Zun is more righteous and Taoist. This is a demon wearing the cloak of Confucian and Taoism. He kills people like a numbness, and he has a little compassion in his heart.

"His Majesty……"

On the mountain range, Shang Zhuyue, Zhong Chaoyu and other Sword Saint-level female Shi were all injured, and their faces were stained with blood. Shang Zhuyue said: "No...No..."

Ru Zun sneered: "Dongfangwan, are you willing to trade?"

"Tell me..."

The cloak tattooed with the imperial pattern flew in the wind, and the Empress Tianxin finally lowered her proud head.

...

Ru Zun smiled: "The conditions are very simple. The army of the Tianxin Empire's imperial court immediately withdrew from Zhongzhou and gave it to me. In addition, I will take action against the two major academies of Tianfeng Bailu. You are not allowed to intervene, otherwise... I will never show mercy! If you agree, withdraw your troops now. I don't want to die more people, and there are enough."

"His Majesty……"

Shang Zhuyue knelt directly on the ground, tears flowing down her face: "The two academies are the two pillars of the Tianxin Empire. How can they be slaughtered by evil spirits? If we agree, what is the difference between them and evil ways? Your Majesty... don't..."

Dongfang Wan's clear eyes were full of determination, and she looked at Ru Zun and said, "Yes, I promise you. Everyone, withdraw their troops and return to Tianzhou."

Fan Qingyan's eyes were blood red, and the sword in her hand fell into the gravel involuntarily, and a crisp sound occurred.

"It's over..."

"Zhongzhou is over..."

Everyone's faces were filled with confusion.

...

The Battle of Wushan, which lasted for two days and two nights, no one expected that it would end with such a result.

My silent call to my soul.

"Are the divine vine tree here?"

"At." Lao Shu responded.

"Please tell your master that everything about Master here, the two major academies, shouldn't have disappeared from the upper realm just like this..."

"Won't."
Chapter completed!