The Rise of the Shen Family

Chapter 677 Qingyang

Above the clouds, Cangsu Zhenren's body was shaky, his face was pale, and he was almost unable to hold the ink-colored sword in his hand.

The Taoist robe on his body had long since been shattered, and the corners of his mouth were constantly overflowing with red blood, which slowly flowed down his right arm to the black-colored sword.

And the ink-colored sword in his hand seemed to be quietly swallowing his blood, the sword body was shining with bright blood-red color, and boundless suffocating aura was constantly pouring out.

At this time, Cangsu Zhenren's aura was already sluggish to the extreme, and the black hair that had been fluttering all turned into snow-white silver hair at some point.

And his forehead and the corners of his eyes also appeared several wrinkles unconsciously, and the whole person showed an old-fashioned state.

Jie Jie die!

The ghost-faced black-robed man and the other three once again controlled the mouth of the [Heavenly Burial Coffin] to kill him.

Looking at the black coffin that was getting closer and closer, a resolute expression gradually appeared on Cangsu's face.

He raised his hands above his head again, and vigorously swung out the ink-colored sword in his hand, but this time it seemed extremely difficult, as if all his strength was exhausted.

Boom

A hundred-zhang-long fierce sword light poured out, and it fell on the black coffin, and the violent spiritual power fluctuations swept all around.

At that moment, the heaven and the earth seemed to stand still, and everyone on the battlefield stared at the impact across the sky in stunned eyes.

However, at this moment, a huge force of backlash suddenly vented out from the black-colored sword, and rushed directly into the mind of Cang Su Zhenren, instantly breaking through the meridians and air pockets that he had been cultivating for hundreds of years. .

All of a sudden, his body trembled violently, and the seven orifices spurted bright red blood.

On the other side, after the huge black coffin shattered the sword beam, it once again smashed onto the guardian formation of Qingyunmen.

Boom

Accompanied by the roaring loud noise, the entire Protective Sect Great Array shattered in an instant, and countless cracks covered the entire light curtain, just like shattered glass.

Third brother, go home and have a look, I will take care of everything in the past!

The pale-faced Zhuge Wende looked at Zhentian Zhenzhen next to him and said slowly.

And as his vicissitudes and deep voice sounded, a dazzling light bloomed from his body, and it actually began to dissipate little by little.

In the place where he sat cross-legged, countless dark red blood slowly flowed out, flowing along the countless patterns on the stone platform.

Draw a strange pattern.

There is actually a bright red blood-colored Tai Chi pattern!

Looking at Zhuge Wende, who was relieved by the soldiers in front of him, a touch of pain appeared on Zhentian Zhenren's face, and he shouted in a very small voice.

Big brother!

At this moment, the wickedness in his heart that was like ten thousand years of ice finally began to melt.

And as Zhuge Wende's blood was integrated into the center of the great formation, the great formation of protecting the sect, which had fallen apart, actually radiated light again.

At the same time, Zhentian Zhenzhen calmed down his hurt mood, got up and looked around.

At this time, there was a tragic scene everywhere on Qingyun Mountain, but he did not stop too much, but turned around and fled towards the back mountain.

Now that the Protecting Sect Great Array has been broken by the Promise Sect cultivator, he must escort the true disciples who have been prepared for a long time to break out and continue his Qingyunmen heritage.

However, at this moment, a roar suddenly sounded from the sky.

He Fang Xiaoxiao, dare to attack my Qingyun Holy Land!

This resounding roar was like a muffled thunder in the sky, rolling toward Qingyun Mountain from the distant horizon.

For a while, the low-level monks of the Promise Sect at the bottom of Qingyun Mountain covered their ears one after another, and the dark red blood slowly flowed out from their seven orifices.

This sudden roar made the two ghost-faced black robes, Jun Shan Zhenren, and the others feel a little scared for a while, and they couldn't help but turn their heads and look towards the sky.

In the distant horizon, there is a dazzling aura that is as dazzling as the sun, and it is flying towards them at a very high speed.

Originally, there should be hundreds of miles between the two places, but in the blink of an eye, this aura appeared on the heads of all of them.

I saw that in the dazzling light like the sun, an old man in a white robe stood like a god. The breath emanating from his body made everyone present feel deep fear. .

Nuan Ying Great Cultivator!

The two ghost-faced black-robed men exclaimed directly, and their faces hidden behind the ghost-face masks turned pale in an instant.

And when the ghostly lingering Junshan real person saw the figure in the light group clearly, a look of disbelief flashed across his zombie-like face.

Qingyang!

On the other side, Shen Huanchi and the real person Wushang also looked up at the extremely dazzling sun in the sky, and their expressions were different.

The gloomy look on Shen Huanchi's face began to slowly disappear, he let out a long sigh, and the stone in his heart finally fell to the ground.

And the real person Wushang who was not far from him was pale and froze in place.

At the same time, on the mountain behind Qingyun Mountain, Zhentian Zhenzhen looked up at the sky and looked at the stalwart figure, and actually wept with joy.

Senior Brother Qingyang!

At this moment, the aloof Qingyang Zhenren looked around the audience, his powerful consciousness swept across the entire Qingyun Mountain in an instant, and saw everything in the sect.

When he saw that the former sect was almost reduced to ruins, and the disciples in the sect suffered heavy casualties, his face instantly turned gloomy.

You are looking for death!

The angry voice immediately exploded in the sky, and the giant palms, all condensed by red flames, slapped the three people like the ghost-faced black-robed man frantically.

Looking at the giant flame palm that seemed to be able to suppress everything, even the eyes of the two ghost-faced black-robed men flashed horror.

Let's do it together!

As soon as the words fell, the mouth of the [Heavenly Burial Coffin] in the void appeared in front of them, resisting the powerful Nascent Soul attack for them.

Boom

I saw that the first flaming palm slapped on the [Burial Coffin], causing the whole coffin to vibrate violently.

And when the second palm fell, the whole coffin was instantly knocked out, and the three Junshan elders who were hiding behind it were shocked and vomited blood.

In addition, the scorching flames slapped at the Promise Sect cultivators at the foot of Qingyun Mountain, exuding scorching aura and powerful pressure, turning countless cultivators into ashes.

As another huge flaming palm slapped on the [Burial Coffin], the whole coffin made a whining sound of 'humming'.

The faces of the three people, including the ghost-faced black robe and Junshan Zhenren, were pale, and the terrifying pressure of the Nascent Soul cultivator had already firmly suppressed them, making it difficult for them to escape.

Boom.

With a loud noise, the coffin lid of the [Heavenly Burial Coffin] was shaken open by a huge force, and the boundless and strange black gas spread out from the coffin in an instant.

When Master Qingyang noticed the breath in the coffin, the angry look on his face actually became serious.

At this time, in the sky, there are strange black clouds gathered here.

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(End of this chapter)