go away, mistress

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In the East Sea Guixu to the east of Qixia Realm, intense and cruel battles are still happening all the time. As the place where the devil energy leaks most seriously, this place is still the main battlefield for the entire cultivation world to resist the invasion of monsters.Every day, a large number of cultivators and monsters die one after another, and after the monsters die, they turn into magic energy and continue to erode the spiritual energy of Qixia Realm.However, over the past few decades, Qixia Realm's aura concentration has dropped to a much lower level than before. This has to make all the cultivators in the Cultivation Realm startled.

The figures above the entrance of Guixu at this moment are actually a group of famous and surnamed veteran Nascent Soul cultivators from Qixia Realm.But in a short while, an elder from the Yue family came out worriedly and said, "There is no way to go on like this. We old bones will return to ashes and dust to dust in just one or two hundred years. It is better to return to dust." Give up this old bone and think more about the younger generation. Let me say something selfish, a useless old man like me is still waiting to be reincarnated and rebuilt in the future. According to the decline rate of this spiritual energy, sooner or later we in Qixia Realm will have to become like other people. It’s like ruining the world!” Thinking of the one or two escaped monks who were lucky enough to escape the seal of the interface and accidentally wandered into this world, and the classics about the interface left by their ancestors, all the big heads who call the wind and rain in the cultivation world are now somewhat Qi Qiran nodded.

Even though there have been people ascending to the Upper Realm in the Qixia Realm for many years, most of them only have a handful of loess left, and it is impossible not to leave no retreat for themselves.In the current situation in the comprehension world, only old guys like them sacrificed. Which of the old monks who came here didn't have such an idea?

Daoist Tianyuan, as the senior with the longest seniority in the Xianyun Sect, could speak for himself even among the old monks in the Qixia Realm.At this moment, the white-bearded and white-haired white-browed old man nodded in agreement. He has been stuck in the level of transforming gods for hundreds of years, and now his remaining life span is only a few decades, so he naturally feels more deeply.Hearing Elder Yue's impassioned words at this moment, Daoist Tianyuan couldn't help sighing, and nodded a little sadly: "The old man doesn't have many years to live, why don't he use this remnant body to do something for his disciples and grandchildren?"

All the old Nascent Soul cultivators who have no hope of ascending are gathered here. In the Xianyun Sect alone, there are Tian Yuan and Yuan Fang, and together with the big and small forces in the cultivation world, the Nascent Soul cultivators gathered here have reached Counted twenty.Daoist Tianyuan looked at the group of old Nascent Soul cultivators who were as gray-haired as himself with some regret.These people include myself, which one was not a famous figure in the cultivation world back then, no matter if the hero did not mention the bravery in the past, Tianyuan Daojun said loudly: "Old Taoist, ask again, whether there is a return or not, Dao Have you all made up your mind?"

"Tianyuan, don't talk about it, let's get reincarnated after it's over." An elder from the Qingqiu Monster Clan shouted impatiently, making all the gray-haired old men laugh loudly. .

"Okay, old man, let's start." Tianyuan Daojun also had a straightforward temper, and said loudly.

The lively atmosphere just now became serious with the words of Daoist Tianyuan, and there was no more gag. A group of Nascent Soul cultivators sat down cross-legged in a specific order according to the pre-set formation, He closed his eyes and began to quickly chant passages of jerky and difficult scriptures.As time went by, the voices of a group of people gradually became louder and louder, but they seemed to be blessed, and the already old faces of the gray-haired old monks also became more serious with the casting of this spell. Old and gray, as if he had been sucked out of vitality suddenly.

A golden mask with a width of thousands of miles gradually gathered together with the singing of the crowd, and then slowly shrunk to become more solid, and flew over the entrance of the Eye of Return to the Market with the dazzling golden aura until it reached the entrance of the Eye of Return to the Market. The entrance was no longer visible, and the sea water that was rushing towards the Eye of Return also stopped flowing.There is no longer the sound of flowing water gathering, and the Donghai Guixu, which has been noisy for tens of thousands of years, ushered in an unprecedented tranquility at this moment.

The singing voice did not stop, but became louder and louder.Rays of light ran out from the bodies of these Nascent Soul monks one after another, and then flew straight towards the thin golden mask that had just been formed, until the mask gradually condensed into a solid golden shell, looking Like a giant golden bell jar.These golden rays of light gradually decreased until they disappeared slowly.When the golden light disappeared, the voice of singing gradually became lower, until it could no longer be heard.A gust of wind blew by, and the body of the old Nascent Soul cultivator sitting cross-legged above the eyes of the formations in the midair slowly flew away until finally there was no trace.

At the same time, the Xianyunzong, Daoxuanzong, Qingqiu, Shangmeng... There were clear and crisp sounds from the most solemn places of the family sects, and the faint sounds seemed to appear because of the quiet environment Incomparably crisp, the heads of families and sects who had been sitting in the ancestral hall for a long time collapsed one by one, only knowing that they were tightly holding the fragments in their hands.

These people in power who were killing and making decisions outside burst into tears like children who had lost their parents.The distant mountains, the glorious temples, the misty ancient temples...the distant death knells sounded one after another, and the disciples stopped what they were doing one after another, weeping and standing erect.At this moment, even the rampant monster felt trembling from the turbulent power coming from the sky, and his eyes were dull.At this moment, Heavenly Dao began to wake up.

Almost at the same time, in the forbidden area of ​​the Demon Gate, a young man in black looked seriously at the bloody vortex not far away, and kept roaring from behind the vortex.The young man saluted the gray-haired old men behind him, and bowed to get out of the way.The leader, an old man in red, nodded to his companions, "We will solve the trouble caused by our demon gate by ourselves!" Several old people around nodded firmly.

"Respectfully send off the elders." The young man who had never shed tears since he was a child was not willing to show weakness at this moment, let alone the elders whom he respected and loved who taught him since he was a child, he could not show weakness and let them leave without worry.The young man in black robes had red eyes, and he knelt upright, watching his elders crumble to powder before his eyes without blinking.The bloody vortex has since disappeared.

Watching the dust flying with the wind gradually disappear, the young man finally couldn't hold it back, and a drop of blood-tinged tears dripped from his dry eye sockets.

Across the East China Sea, not far from the Dragon Clan residence, the young man with black hair and golden eyes took a last look at the family residence that had already been reduced to ruins, and closed his eyes mockingly.Then he looked coldly at the trembling family members behind him, raised his eyebrows, "Do you want me to give you a ride? En"?

"Long Zhao, you sinner of the dragon clan!" One of them couldn't help it, tremblingly. "There are only a few of our last bloodlines left in the dragon clan. Do you want our dragon clan to be wiped out?"

"The blood of the dragon clan? Haha? Are you bedbugs worthy? Hurry up!" Long Zhao's voice was faintly impatient, and a dragon chant resounded through the sky, and a five-clawed golden dragon appeared out of thin air. His eyes stared at the few disfigured family offshoots in front of him.The golden dragon recklessly sang the family's ancient sacrificial words, and several people could not help but transform into their own bodies. Some dragon bodies with mottled colors were still trembling, but there was no half of the power of a golden dragon. Seeing Long Zhao's eyes Filled with fear.

However, Jin Long ignored it, and still chanted the soul-calling sacrificial rites passed down by the family since ancient times.As the golden dragon sang the sacrificial oration, huge skeletons slowly emerged from the ruins. The huge golden dragon sensed the familiar atmosphere, and there was a hint of warmth in its golden eyes, but with a The appearance of the huge black keel in red and black made it become icy cold.The golden dragon spewed hot dragon flames towards the skeleton without hesitation, but didn't want to conjure up a venomous face from the skeleton: "Long Zhao, you sinner of the dragon clan, you dare to come back?! "

"Hmph, you are the sinner of the Dragon Clan, right?" Jin Long snorted disdainfully, mercilessly watching the huge keel turn into ashes in the golden dragon flames before giving up.

Seeing the keel bones connected by blood floating in mid-air, even the cowardly offshoots of the Long family were full of guilt and anger at this moment, and their gazes at Long Zhao were no longer the same as before. repel. "Young master, we are willing to sleep for thousands of years and guard my homeland." At this moment, he truly surrendered to the golden dragon in front of him.

Even for the Yaozu with a long lifespan, ten thousand years is not a joke.Looking at these last relatives of his, Long Zhao restrained his arrogance, Jin Long's eyes showed strong nostalgia and gentleness, and slowly swept across the hometown where he was born: "Don't worry, everyone is together. "

A long dragon chant resounded through the sky, and the majestic Dragon Island in the past slowly sank into the bottom of the sea, followed by several huge real dragons.And from time to time, smiling spirit bodies emerged from the keel, and as the dragon island sank, they closed their eyes safely.

In the former Fengming Mountain, Li Mochen, who came with Hua Yun and Qingzhi, looked at the field full of yellow sand in front of him.Hua Yun couldn't help but changed into the original form of a phoenix bird, and a clear phoenix cry resounded through the sky, carrying strong sadness and loss.

"Let her go." Qingzhi's expression warmed up, looking at the colorful phoenix soaring in the sky, the injury will heal only after the pain is over.

Fang Han and Li Mochen nodded, they didn't say a word, just quietly watching the colorful phoenix screaming again and again in the sky.Back then, the treachery caused by the treachery of the three major forces that almost shocked the Qixia world, the three major forces paid a heavy price, the ambitions of the careerists were shattered, and only ruins remained of the once dreamland.

The most painful thing is the change of the family and the country. The three of them can't say any words of comfort, because any words seem pale.She can only silently guard her as a close friend, the only orthodox bloodline left by the Feng Clan.

Following the chaos in Guixu, the seal of the forbidden area was opened by some careerists, and the forces of all sizes in the cultivation world paid a tragic price. The consequences of the destruction of the heaven and the collapse of order have not yet been properly resolved.In order to defend the family residence, the last surviving members of the Dragon Clan resorted to the method of burning everything together, and all died in battle; the Feng Clan adopted a more decisive method and disappeared in the fire of Nirvana.All the disciples who stayed in the sect of the Demon Sect died that day... In the end, in order to completely seal the entrance of the forbidden area, they even got together with the surviving elders of their own family...

In such a tragic history, no one is the victor, only the ancient and desolate battlefield still echoes the mournful elegy.