Not a single grass grows, everything withers, this is the scene of the holy land seen by the twenty-four divine guards. Although they were only surviving in a low-level plane like Shenzhou, and this was the first time they had come to a sacred space like the Sanctuary, they still had some understanding.

In the course of the Great War, the Sanctuary was devastated, and it was severe. But at least when the Holy Lord summoned them back, the Sanctuary wasn't what it was now. Why is it so bleak in a short period of time?

Staying in place, the twenty-four divine guards stood at the commanding heights of the holy domain when they landed, so they could see it clearly. Flowers and plants are dying, rivers are dry, spirit beasts are dying, and even demon beasts can't survive.

Not only that, but there was almost no life on the Sanctuary. The aura they breathed had also become very depressing, and it was not at all as abundant as before. What's going on? It's incredible, it's hard to understand.

At this time, the long sword in the hands of the twenty-four divine guards made a buzzing sound. Because there is the breath of the gods on the sword body, it senses a certain power. Constantly trembling, constantly making the sound of a sword, as if saying something.

Boom, boom, bang, huge power, pull the long sword. A flash of light shot into the air. The twenty-four divine guards knew that it was not that simple, so they followed this force, let go of their hands, and let the sword body fly into the distance.

The long sword emitted a powerful force, and the sword light flickered, condensing a wheel of light. The light wheel rotated, whistling again and again. In the middle of the light wheel, there are scenes of shocking!

With their hands clasped, everyone stared at the picture in front of them, sometimes looking at each other, and they couldn't accept it at all. They saw with their own eyes the changes in the Sanctuary, from initial stability to later decay, and the disappearance of the pillars of support.

"How could this be? Why did the saint suddenly turn away? Impossible! There must be something in this that we don't know. "No one would believe that the holy woman who has been standing by Muyang's side will become like this!

With this emotion, they endured the sharp pain in their hearts, and then watched it seriously. Feiling Gongzi fell into the abyss, and the blood was absorbed by the crystals. Transformed into power in their hands, everything can be explained.

Immediately afterward, the Holy Maiden faced the Holy Sword Sect alone. Then with a strong, absolute oppressive general force, the Holy Lord will be temporarily suppressed. But in the picture, there seems to be something that the saint overlooks, that is, a dark shadow.

The hearts of the people sank, and they also knew that the matter did not end there. Perhaps the twenty-four of them, and the twenty-four long swords with the aura of the gods in their hands, were the last hope of this holy realm. Not perhaps, yes for sure!

The picture changed again and again, and when they saw the Holy Maiden turn into colorful soul sand, and then saw the Holy Lord condense the body of the Feiling Prince, and finally disappeared, they understood everything. It seems that the Holy Lord is not abandoned, but has other plans.

The sword was withdrawn, and everyone looked at each other, and they all saw the same gaze in each other's eyes. It's a look of firmness, a look of conviction. Although the Holy Lord is gone, he will definitely come back, definitely!

So what they have to do now is to maintain the stable energy qi column condensed by Feiling Gongzi before. Now they are the only ones with the power of the Protoss, and the long sword in their hands, so it is incumbent on them.

Everyone listened, divided into groups of six, and rushed to four directions. With the long sword in our hands, first stabilize the pillars of qi everywhere. After a long time, this holy area will collapse, and once it collapses, the consequences will be unimaginable, quickly!"

The voice fell. , everyone stomped at the same time. Flop in four directions. If you want this plane to be stable, you must first protect the Sanctuary. Whatever the Lord has in mind, he must hold out until he returns.

Countless rays of light shot into the four directions of the Sanctuary. The twenty-four divine guards used their own strength to stabilize the divine qi in the long sword. Then he injected the sword into the dying pillar of air, and soon, the sanctuary stabilized.

The hands were sealed, and everyone sat cross-legged at the same time. There was no hesitation on their faces, only firmness. The corners of his mouth turned up, and he said calmly: "Holy Lord, I will know your intentions, so we will wait for you to come back, no matter how long!"

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom The pillar of light soared into the sky, forming a powerful barrier in the sky above the Sanctuary. In this barrier, the aura of the Sanctuary is preserved.

Quiet, calm, without a little manic fluctuation. It's been a long time since there's been such peace in the Sanctuary. The restoration of the aura has allowed many flowers and trees, and even mountains and rivers, to return to their previous appearance, but slowly.

At the same time, because of the restoration of the Sanctuary, even other planes have also returned to peace. Signs of peace appeared in the sky. In this way, when the cultivator feels the aura, he will quickly recover, and the order will return to normal.

In the Shenzhou Continent, the thin aura that originally existed was also consumed in the repeated fluctuations. The people who still exist today, in addition to knowing some punch and kick moves, even their true qi has become very thin and poor.

On top of the snowy mountains, thick white snow accumulates all year round. In this area, few people dare to come up. Because the constitution is not good, it is easy to be frozen. There was not even a trace of birds and beasts, and it was white.

At this moment, in this place that should be uninhabited, a figure actually appeared on the peak. I saw him standing quietly with his hands behind his back. Then his eyes looked into the distance deeply, as if he could see through completely.

"Huh...... Hehe...... Sure enough, since this is the case, then this seat is relieved. He smiled faintly, and the smile was very elusive. It's just that in the next second, his actions are even more confusing what he is thinking.

With a turn of his body, Mu Yang sat cross-legged. His hands were sealed, and he could see that the waves of qi on his body were constantly rising, converging above his head. After converging for a moment, it completely dispersed in an instant, surging around, and the breath was extremely pure.

At the same time as this breath spreads, the surroundings of the snow-capped mountains are actually nourished by the breath, growing patches of green plants, and even rare flowers, including Tianshan Snow Lotus, which is really a strange sight.

However, on the contrary, Mu Yang's body was shrouded in a cold energy. He turned into a suction cup, absorbing the cold ice qi continuously, and the ice gradually froze on his body, and finally turned into a humanoid ice sculpture.

When the last breath of true qi dispersed, Muyang's frozen ice sculpture lost all its life. This practice is called sangong. What kind of decision did Mu Yang make so that all his true qi could be dispersed?

No one knows the secrets. If someone is here now, they can find that the original white snow-capped mountains have turned into an oasis full of greenery, which is a very mysterious sight, it is unbelievable.

The people around Muyang were lost one by one, and in the end, he persevered hard, but he was still the only one left. In that case, what else does he have to worry about? But is he really just disheartened? I'm afraid it's not that simple.

(End of chapter)