85_85898 People are still fighting, and the only thing that can be left of the Reverse Dao Sect in the end is Shan Yusheng, and the other two ancestors, including the sect leader Long Lingxiu, Elder He, and others, have all died. This killing, after holding on for so long, is finally going to stop.

Because Shan Yusheng's body was already crumbling, after struggling to kill a person, he no longer had the strength to hold on, and suddenly fell to his knees on the ground, panting heavily.

Until the last moment, there was still no trace of fear on the old man's face, and even the expression of retreat did not reveal the slightest, as if death was not a very important thing for him, on the contrary, it was a very relieving thing.

But can he really think like this, he fought to the last moment, nothing more than for Wang Yu, in order to be able to let Wang Yu go out safely and survive safely, so he can't retreat, and he can't be afraid.

In order to block the footsteps of the mad devil, the three generations of ancestors did not hesitate to break the jade, so as the fourth generation of the ancestor, why couldn't he die for Wang Yu.

The prophecy of the ancestor is the hope of the Reverse Dao Sect, he misses the old days too much, and misses the time when he was admired and watched.

But after the disappearance of the ancestor, the Reverse Dao Sect plummeted, and it was already unable to compete with other sects.

But when the prophecy of the Ancestor appeared, this fire hidden in their hearts finally burst out of the flames again, and they once again had confidence in the future and strength of the Reverse Dao Sect.

Shan Yusheng's face was covered with bloodstains, and the Dao robe on his body, the slit that had been cut by the sword qi and sword intent, was clearly visible, and it could be seen through the slit that the body wrapped in the clothes was already bloodstained.

Being able to hold on for such a long time is really the limit of this old man. A monk is also a human being, even if he is different from a mortal, he will still hurt if he is injured, and if he is slashed with a sword or knife too much, he will still die.

This kind of thing is just equivalent to a soul, but after the monk stepped into the path of cultivation, his soul was baptized and nourished by the vitality of heaven and earth, and he evolved to the point of the original god.

Speaking of the mystery of seizing heaven and earth, the more mysterious and ingenious things are, they are often fragile, such as the primordial spirit, it is easy to die!

The appearance of Yu Sheng alone is as terrifying as it gets, so terrifying that those monks who go forward and succeed and are not afraid of life and death dare not take a step forward at this time.

Even if he is now seriously injured, scarred, and exhausted, he is still strong and people dare not despise him or take a step towards him.

Strong determination and the will not to fear death are often things that make people feel terrible, because behind this strength is hidden - it is not fatal!!

"Wang Yu's Reverse Dao Sect will be handed over to you! I'll hand over my Blue Moon Sword to you, help me find a new master!" ”

The light curtain on the teleportation array became more and more intense, more and more dazzling, the Qingyue Sword passed through the wall of light and fell in front of Wang Yu, Shan Yusheng said slowly again: "There are also these four life souls, and they will be useful to you in the future."

Before the words were finished, at the moment when the soul flew towards Wang Yu, the elders of the Seagod Sect and Si Yintong, the elders of the Remnant Cloud Sect, had already rushed over, shouting angrily to stop Shan Yusheng's move.

Maybe it was already calculated that they would definitely stop it, Shan Yusheng fought for the last bit of cultivation and threw the four life souls into Wang Yu, which also made his Yuan Shen, at the last moment, lose the possibility of being able to escape.

With the strong spells of Elder Haifeng and Si Yintong, Elder of the Remnant Cloud Sect, he and his own body turned into dust, coming quietly, leaving only dust behind!

"The stinky boy hands over his life and soul, and the old man can still be the master and spare you!" The elder of the Remnant Cloud Sect was angry, and the anger on his face was red, but until now, he didn't dare to take a step, because his life and soul were pinched in Wang Yu's hands.

Elder Haifeng, however, looked at Wang Yu and said kindly: "Little brother, if you hand over your soul to the old man and the old man, you can be accepted as an apprentice, what do you think!" ”

How funny this kind of thing is, so funny that Wang Yu bit his lip, but he couldn't help laughing, and said sadly: "If you want it, you have the ability to take it, and I won't hand it over if I die,"

"What an arrogant tone, what kind of person are you."

The elder of Si Yintong walked out with an arrow step, slapped his palms on the light curtain, and shouted: "Just teleportation formation, you dare to block the old man's footsteps." ”

The palms slapped down suddenly, like a mud cow entering the sea, and the force was completely unloaded, but it had no effect at all, on the contrary, under the action of the reaction force, Elder Si Yintong's body was also shaken apart, staring at the light curtain in horror, unable to figure out what the reason was.

"If you want to die, I can fulfill you!"

Wang Yu wiped the blood on the corner of his lips, smiled indifferently, and grabbed Elder Si Yintong's life soul, the dark red life soul with a slight shape of Elder Si Yintong's body, was pinched in Wang Yu's hand, and let out a terrible roar and struggle.

Elder Si Yintong outside. Seeing that Wang Yu really dared to do this, he was already dumbfounded, and directly knelt on the ground, prostrate and begged for mercy.

A kind of small life that is held by others, at this time, it is not as humble as even an ant!

"Spare me, I'm just confused!"

"Confused? That's just you're confused, not me. Wang Yu really wanted to laugh, but what laughed was only bitterness and sadness, this kind of person was not worthy of forgiveness at all, nor was it worth wasting his mind.

There was a snap, like a round blister, and people took a thin silver needle and penetrated it at once, and the sound that burst out.

Elder Si Yindong's life soul let Wang Yu's little sword pass through at once, leaving not even a trace behind.

The lost Elder Si Yintong withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, this terrifying death made him feel a heart-rending pain, out of fear of death, it all erupted at this moment, no matter how many pills he swallowed, no matter how many spells he used, he couldn't stop the withering on his body.

Every strand of hair on the body, little by little, began to fall off, and it was completely withered until all the vitality was exhausted.

Horror and horror, let him howl bitterly, like a pig in a cage, the butcher cut his throat with a knife, slowly let out the blood, the kind of terrible scream.

The disciples closest to him were so frightened that they didn't dare to stand beside him, not even to look at them.

Elder Haifeng and the two elders of the Remnant Cloud Sect were extremely pale, they really didn't want this kind of death to appear on them, even if they were high-ranking elders, or had the cultivation of the Yuan Infant who had reached the sky, dignity and face were more valuable than tens of thousands of spirit stones in their eyes.

But under this method of death, they really don't want to, and they don't want to die.

Dignity is something that can only be demanded by the strong to the weak, and when one's own life is in the hands of others, dignity begins to become worthless.

"We were wrong, we don't dare anymore,"

"Don't kill us, we're willing to be cows and horses."

The dignity of kneeling on the ground is no longer dignity, but shame, but for being able to live, shame is also bearable.

The corners of Wang Yu's mouth were still sneering, staring coldly at the three people kneeling on the ground, these three people, the ancestor said that it was useful, then it must be useful, and now that they are killed, they must be useful in the future.

In fact, Wang Yu killed Si Yindong's elder just to vent his anger, scare and scare three of them, and let them know that he was not a soft persimmon!

But just to this extent, I'm afraid it can't make them feel awe of themselves.

"The three of you, kill all those who participated in the killing of the Anti-Dao Sect." This sentence was cold, with a chill: "Of course, I will not embarrass you." ”

Seeing that Wang Yu didn't look joking at all, and that he still had their lives and souls in his hands, he pondered carefully, and the hearts of the three of them secretly looked at it, and in the end, no matter what, they didn't dare to disobey the will of this little ancestor.

However, it is indeed a very difficult thing for them to kill those who are involved, and then they have to kill how many disciples of their own sect.

But in the face of his own life, do these things still matter?

The battle between the mad demon and the four ancestors has been fought to the ground, and the entire scene of the fight has long gone beyond the scope of the Reverse Dao Sect and extended to more than one generation of the Beast Mountain. The fight between the master and the strong is not only as simple as earth-shattering, but more importantly, the scope of the fight is so vast, I don't know how many innocent people will be affected.

None of this matters, the important thing is to keep yourself alive. Old Ancestor and the others were not there, so naturally after hesitating for a moment, although the three of them were dissatisfied in their hearts and hated itchy, they still roared and rushed towards the crowd of those disciples.

Seeing the three elders killed, those disciples fled and hid in fear, and even those who wanted to win the immortal fate were not interested.

The fighting just now had exhausted them, and now that they came back to their senses and saw the blood and corpses all over the ground, they naturally had an indescribable fear in their hearts.

The crowd began to disperse in all directions, exhausted, but under the killing of the three Yuanying powerhouses, basically no one could escape, and there was no doubt that their bodies were left in the mountain gate of the Reverse Dao Sect forever.

The sky is full of clouds, the earth is bloody, the sky is heaven, and the earth is hell.

Wang Yu didn't want to do it, and he didn't bother to do it, and the reason why he got to the point where he is today is that he was completely forced out, and he was completely too angry.

Everyone in the Reverse Dao Sect died for him, three generations of ancestors were killed in order to block the mad devil, and fourth, five, or six generations of ancestors, in order to prevent the crowd from rushing to destroy the formation, unfortunately all of them died in battle, and even his own master, Elder Crane and the sect master, also died for him.

Many people died at the last moment, Wang Yu didn't see each other, and when he thought like this, he thought of the fat man, the two senior brothers at the mountain gate, and the mysterious and alcoholic Mo Qianxian.

The blood outside the formation was flying, which was even more frightening than the purple rain falling from the sky, this was real blood, how could it be compared to that kind of purple rain.

Although this purple rain has stopped inexplicably, the legend it brought is still in Wang Yu's heart.

When he was unconscious, he didn't know about what was happening outside, and he didn't know it, but it was a great joy to see Ziyu stop, and this kind of merit was probably done by Mo Qianxian.

"Immortal Destiny."

He babbled these words, then smiled coldly, picked up the Qingyue Sword that fell to the ground, and his face was melancholy and sad.

"Shan Old Ancestor, I will definitely find a successor for you, and I will definitely let this sword be passed on in the world!"

The sad and sad eyes were hung with a few invisible mist, and the Qingyue Sword in his hand trembled, as if it had already had a spirit, and there was also a deep sadness for its dead owner.

The sword is still reasonable, and it can also be affectionate, so what about people!

Man is a very complex thing, a thing that cannot be understood, and although man is not a thing, it is still understood as a thing.

Such as Wang Yu should have cheered up, single-mindedly sought the Tao, stepped into the pinnacle realm, avenged the sect and revitalized the mountain gate.

But for some reason, at this time, he suddenly became decadent, except for the sad sadness in his eyes, he was empty and godless, as if he was stupid, even more stupid than stupid.

The glow is scattered in the world, attracting countless people to come, and countless people are dying, because no one wants to add an opponent to themselves, so people are now blocking anyone who wants to get the fairy fate in addition to killing.

The thin golden silk thread that could not be finer could not be finer, swaying and floating on the top of the stone statue of the ancestor of the reverse path, emitting an ethereal, fairy-like gas, which attracted people's attention very much.

People are here for it, crazy for it, and even sell their companions for it, and the blood on the ground seems to be rendering its charm and its extraordinary.

The disciples who were slaughtered by the three of Haifeng, there was blood flowing on the ground, and the three of them no longer knew where to go, and they didn't know if they could survive, but there was no doubt that there were still a large number of people who were pressed by the black, rushing up one after another, just to win the immortal fate.

The formation around Wang Yu became more and more violent, and the white light curtain emanating from those spirit stones was already dazzling to the extreme, and the Pisces and Jiaolong carvings under him began to move at this time.

It seems to be alive, as if there is life, and only Wang Yu knows about these.

When he lowered his head and saw the movement under him, his face turned pale instantly, and through the carvings of Pisces and Jiaolong, he could vaguely see that there was a blood-colored world in it, boundless, even the sky and the sea were blood-colored.

It was exactly the same as the world he saw in the bloodstone when he was unconscious, and a distant call sounded softly in his ears.

"To the north, to the north, to the north."

The voice was full of vicissitudes and seemed a little sickly, like a dying old man, calling softly.

Wang Yu's heart seemed to be pricked by a needle, and he suddenly felt extremely painful, and the bloodstone in his heart became manic, and it was inextricably linked to the inexplicable voice