Abandoned Immortals

A stream of blood slid from the corner of his mouth, the talisman in Lei Xuzi's hand changed rapidly, and the fiery aura enveloped the pig demon in an instant.

Two successive shocks were heard in no particular order, and the two puppets of water and soil exploded at the same time. The previous turbulent flow had not subsided, and the spiritual pressure several times above it swept again.

The pig demon was swallowed by the spiritual flow, and its aura disappeared in the storm in an instant.

Lei Xuzi's viscera were overwhelmed, and he retreated more than ten steps in a row, the puppets of the five elements were destroyed, and under the backlash of the talisman, he was also on the verge of falling.

Success or failure depends on one move, and when the spiritual flow subsides, the outcome of this competition will be known.

Suddenly, he was shocked.

Amidst the turbulent air waves, a black shadow broke through the dust and mist, reflected in his suddenly constricted pupils, and came to the front in an instant.

Sharp blades hit his face, and double axes came from both sides.

bang——

The blade of the ax hit Lei Gou, and Lei Gou's arms were severed from the base of the elbow, flying away at any time.

Just at the critical moment, the spirit seal in Lei Xuzi's hand turned sharply, and he changed positions with Lei Gou instantly, ordering him to take the killing blow of the pig demon for him.

The pig demon's eyes flashed fiercely, and when he missed the blow, he immediately bared his teeth, his face full of resentment.

His body was riddled with holes, dripping with blood, and many places were blasted to a bloody mess, exposing bones. Under the severe pain, his strength was naturally greatly reduced.

Those furious eyes stared at Lei Xuzi who was a few steps away, as if he wanted to swallow him alive and tear him into pieces.

Lei Xuzi had a solemn expression, but a look of madness flashed across his eyes.

He has experienced the ups and downs of his life, the ups and downs, joys and sorrows, ups and downs, and he has wandered between life and death several times, but since his cultivation broke through the Mahayana realm, he has few rivals among the mortal cultivators, and he has never experienced the feeling of dying.

When was the last time someone was seriously injured and your life was on the line?It's been too long.

Now, face to face with a powerful enemy, it actually aroused his desperate blood when he first entered the immortal sect when he was young.

If you can't win, there is only one dead end.

He must do his best to fight heartily, and die without regret.

Lei Xuzi stopped suddenly, and the seal on his hand changed again.

Accompanied by crackling sounds, golden electric arcs appeared on his body, and the hem of his clothes flipped violently without wind.

The arc spread around him centered on him, spreading hundreds of feet in an instant, covering the entire arena.

The pig demon raised its head and howled angrily, and turned around to rush towards Lei Xuzi, but Lei Puppet bit him tightly, flashing electric arcs all over his body, preventing him from taking half a step.

In a fit of rage, he quickly swung his giant axe, each of which accurately hit the blood talisman on Lei Gou's chest.

Gravel and mud splashed everywhere, Lei Gou's chest and abdomen were pierced by the ax blade, and his limbs and torso were suddenly shattered.

At the same time that Thunder Puppet collapsed and shattered, countless electric lights gathered in one place, tangled and twisted, and turned into a golden thunder dragon, roaring up to the sky, rushing towards the pig demon from top to bottom.

Wherever the Thunder Dragon passed, the ground cracked inch by inch, gravel flew into the air, and the air was filled with the aura of destruction.

Under the arena, the cultivators were already stunned, and the heavens and the earth would be shattered at every turn when they fought against the great powers of the Tribulation Realm.

If it wasn't for Ye Qingyu and the leader of the Yaozu to maintain the order of the arena and repair the damaged space in time, I am afraid that just the aftermath of the wave would be enough to raze the entire Tianxuan Peak to the ground.

Everyone's hearts were hanging in their throats, even the Yaoshuai who had been expressionless from the beginning, couldn't help tightening the reins, staring at the ring without blinking.

Then there was a bang, the thunder dragon and the pig demon clashed, a large piece of gravel and flying sand blocked the sight, and the battle situation on the ring was very unclear.

Who actually wins?

The monks of all sects stared at the stage intently, seeing the billowing smoke and dust slowly dissipate, and two figures gradually emerged from the fading dust, one tall and one short, one fat and one thin, they were the bruised pig demon and the fairy. Lei Xuzi with a strong character.

The distance between the two is only a few steps, Lei Xuzi's clothes are loose.

In comparison, the pig demon was much more embarrassed, his whole body was scorched black and cracked by the thunder and fire, and no one part was intact. The ax in his left hand was chopped off, leaving only half of the ax handle.

There were exclamations everywhere on the Tianxuan Peak, and many people speculated whether Lei Xuzi was the better one.

But laymen watch the excitement, and experts watch the doorway. Most of the cultivation bases present are far below the level of the two opponents. The boos just started, and Daoist Huntian snorted coldly and suppressed the booers.

Immediately, on the high platform, Lei Xuzi took a step back, and a large amount of blood splattered from his chest.

His face was pale, but he couldn't stop laughing. Suddenly, wow, he vomited a mouthful of blood, and then lay down on his back without making a sound.

There was silence up and down the ring, and after a few breaths, the ax held tightly by the pig demon's right hand also cracked, and he wanted to go further, but fell to his knees with a plop.

In the first battle, Lei Xuzi was defeated miserably, and the Yaozu won in embarrassment. There was a dead silence on the top of Profound Sky, and everyone was silent.

Ye Qingyu was the first to come back to her senses, and she winked at the two elders beside her. The two were ordered to run towards the ring at the same time.

The Yaoshuai in the distance snorted coldly, and in order to prevent them from taking the life of the pig monster, he also sent two people up to drag the dying pig monster back.

Lei Xuzi's body was carried back by two elders of Daoyan Sect. His meridians were cut off, his internal organs were all turned into coke, and he died a tragic and heroic death.

The Profound Sky Peak was shrouded in gloom, and the masters of all sects and sects were silent at the same time.

All of them had red eyes, gritted their teeth, or stared sadly.

The first battle ended with the death of Lei Xuzi, the morale of the mortal world was frustrated, and some kind of emotion was brewing in grief and anger, gradually getting out of control.

Yu Lian looked at all this from afar, feeling more and more uneasy in her heart.

She turned her head to look at Que Qingyun. The latter looked sad, regretful and compassionate. Those lonely eyes were dark and deep, hiding many thoughts that could not be understood by outsiders.

"For the second match, it's your turn to choose someone first." On the opposite side of the ring, the atmosphere of the monster army was completely different from that of the Tianxuan Peak.

The top of Tianxuan was dead, and the masters of all sects looked at each other, and finally turned their gazes to Ye Qingyu on the high platform.

In the mortal world, who can be a great leader depends entirely on Dao Yanzong's decision.

Ye Qingyu frowned slightly, and Daoist Huntian beside him was about to speak, when he suddenly heard a voice from under the high platform: "Since the matter has come to this, let the little monk try it."

Everyone turned their heads when they heard the sound, and saw a yellow-robed monk walking slowly with his hands clasped together.

The man looked young, with six scars on his head, but his aura was long and long, and his strength was unfathomable.

He walked to the high platform, Chaoye and Qingyu chanted the Buddha's name, and said: "The little monk is the Tianlan Buddhist sect, a disciple of the master of precepts, Wuming."

20 years ago, Master Jiefa passed away in Quyang, and his disciples came from afar, found a relic in the ruins of Quyang, and obtained the inheritance of his teacher.

Master Jiefa worried about the country and the people all his life, and his disciples came from Tianlan non-stop after hearing about the changes in the Yaozu.

Now is the time to employ people, he inherits his teacher's behest, does not hide selfishness, does not fear danger, and becomes the man who opened the sky.

Yu Lian's eyes fell on Wu Ming's body. His cultivation seemed to have just broken through the Mahayana realm, but there was a soft and gentle force that wrapped him up.

In that battle just now, the tragic situation of Xuzi, a high-level crossing tribulation level, is still vivid in his mind. This person is not just in the Mahayana level, but he dared to ask for a fight at this time.

Obviously, this person can't be the former, Xu Shi really has the ability that others don't know.

Taoist Master Huntian himself knew this person's cultivation, he couldn't help frowning, worried, and wanted to refute it.

But before he spoke, Ye Qingyu nodded first, and replied: "Wanwang be careful."

Wu Ming recited the Buddha's name, then touched the ground with his toes, and jumped onto the ring lightly.

The monk's robe fluttered, and the monk clasped his hands toward the monster army, and sighed: "My husband, the blood stains the mountains and rivers, and the grievances are not reconciled. I sacrifice my life to sacrifice my heart, Amitabha."

The commander of the demon army raised his eyes vigilantly, carefully sizing up the daring monk, and after a while, he winked at the person behind him.

Not long after, the Yaozu team dispersed, and a figure slowly stepped forward and appeared under the ring.

When this person's appearance was clearly reflected on everyone's faces, there was an uproar on the Profound Sky Peak.

Que Qingyun frowned, and Yu Lian's expression changed drastically.

At this moment, the person who appeared in front of the Yaozu team and was about to fight on behalf of the Yaozu was actually Yan Chengyue, the former emperor of the Dazhu dynasty!

Yan Chengyue didn't know that Yan Wenyu was dead, and his strength of character was wantonly humiliated by the monster clan. If there was a spirit under Yan Wenyu's spring, how could he not feel sorry for it?

After a brief shock, Yu Lian was furious, and her aura was turbulent under the impulsiveness, disturbing the peace of Yu Xianmen around.

Que Qingyun lightly pressed her shoulder, and the warm and cool aura poured into her body, soothing the anger in her heart.

She turned her head, and saw her teacher shook her head slightly, signaling her not to worry, and to wait and see what happened.

Yu Lian's heart was strong to suppress her impatience, the veins on her forehead were throbbing, and the anger in her chest could not be calmed down for a long time.

But seeing Yan Chengyue jumping onto the ring under the orders of the Yao Commander, the former Emperor Dazhu is now working for the Yaozu, which can be described as extremely ironic.

And the people of the Yaozu who made such an arrangement are so cruel that it is outrageous!

Monk Wuming also recognized Yan Chengyue, but his brows were calm, and he was not at all moved by the unexpected situation.

No matter what his opponent's identity was, as long as this person stands on the opposite side of the common people in the mortal world and helps the evil, he will not show mercy.

Yan Chengyue came here today, wearing a white robe, although his hair is gray, his temperament is elegant and gentle.

He stood opposite Monk Wuming, less than a hundred steps away from him.

The formation outside the arena was closed, and the battle officially began. Yan Chengyue's eyes dropped, and there was neither sadness nor joy on his old face. Without any explanation, he raised his palm and attacked Monk Wuming.

Monk Wuming held out a Buddhist bead, and the bead glowed with golden light, flashed across the void like lightning, and hit Yan Chengyue's palm.

Suddenly, two abnormal sounds were heard, and the golden Buddhist bead pierced through Yan Chengyue's palm and sank into his heart in an instant.

Yan Chengyue's footsteps stopped, his eyes slowly closed, his expression was mournful but relieved.

Monk Wuming was stunned for a moment, then his expression changed suddenly.

It turned out that Yan Chengyue's palm just now was actually false. He didn't use half of his inner strength, and even withdrew the aura around his body. The Buddhist bead pierced through his heart in an instant, and the spiritual flow wrapped in the bead was enough to destroy Yan Chengyue. vitality.

He has no intention of fighting, he just wants to die!

Still in the midst of fury, the restless masters suddenly fell silent, and Yu Lian's pupils shrank even more, and she took a step forward abruptly.

The Yaoshuai was startled, and cursed loudly: "Presumptuous!"

But above the arena, the situation has already settled down.

Two lines of tears fell from the corners of the emperor's eyes, and he recited a short poem that Monk Wuming wrote on the spot: "Blood stained mountains and rivers do not repay grievances, and sacrifice one's life for righteousness to sacrifice one's greed."

At the end, he suddenly widened his eyes and raised his voice to ask, "Who is not greedy, who is not complaining?!"

If it wasn't for the greed of the heart, why did he end up in such a ruinous situation?

He couldn't save Yan Wenyu, and he couldn't save himself again. After all, he couldn't have both the family, the country, the world and personal interests.

But until he died, he didn't know Yan Wenyu's whereabouts!

Therefore, he will not die with peace in his eyes!

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