Wuya snorted coldly, did not say anything more, but sacrificed the spirit weapon and attacked the old man.

The last three sects have already reached a conclusion, and even the Ji family, the master of this land, has reached a consensus to abandon Cangwu Kyushu, sink Cangwu and this demon thief into the void together, and completely cut down the grass and eradicate the roots.

But he couldn't bear it in the end, Shen Zhou, where should the hundreds of millions of people above the mist go?

There is no more than a powerful spirit master above the mist, now that time is pressing, do you want to let those defenseless people and children who have not yet grown up to bury this guy together?

He doesn't want to, if the people of my generation practice for the sake of just one person's path to immortality, what's the point?

So he organized voluntary disciples and spirit masters above Cangwu Kyushu to gather here, if he could destroy this old thief, he would be half sure that this situation could be solved.

He asked his senior brother for his life, and gave a military order to the three sects, if he still couldn't at the last moment, then he would sink the continent by himself and abandon the pawn to protect the car.

After all, no matter what, you can't let the blood in the depths of the mist fill the vast realm.

There are too many secrets above the mist, so many that he can't fully know it, the scourge of blood has gradually spread within the realm, if you want to cure it, in fact, it takes a lot of effort to immigrate the people of the mist to other places and sink into the continent, which is also a solution.

It's just a pity that it's too late

Boundless flew up and fought with the old man covered in black gas.

But Wuya was finally worse than Qiao Ye, who had lived for millions of years, and after more than 3,000 moves, Wuya was knocked to the ground, and with a poof, Wuya spit out a mouthful of blood.

There was a touch of unwillingness in his heart, if only the senior brother could send a half-step Divine Dao Realm Supreme Elder to come.

But Elder Taishang is so noble, he will never make a move until the life and death of the sect is at stake.

At this moment, the boundless suddenly has a bit of sadness, is it possible that people's lives are just to pursue the so-called road of immortality?

So what is the so-called road to immortality to death?

Is the Heavenly Dao really ruthless?

Then why when he was young and started, the words of the master were still in his ears, establishing a heart for heaven and earth, establishing a life for the people, continuing to learn for the past life, and opening peace for all generations.

The appearance of the always kind, but sometimes stern master suddenly sketched in Wuya's mind.

Wuya showed a smile, as early as 10,000 years ago, the master had exhausted his vitality, and he sat on the cliff of forgetfulness, but the inheritance of the master was still there.

Establish a heart for heaven and earth, establish a life for the people, continue to learn for the saints, and open peace for all generations.

This is his way.

If in the end, there is only one person left standing at the top of the Heavenly Dao, lonely and lonely, what can he do?

He doesn't cultivate the ruthless avenue, what he wants is the ultimate affection between heaven and earth.

The shackles were broken, and bursts of golden light suddenly appeared on the boundless body, and Qiao Ye above the sky was stunned for a moment, realizing that this kid had actually been promoted?

"Sanskrit sound pure world - punish evil and destroy demons."

Bursts of golden light burst from Wuya's body, and he roared angrily in his throat, attacking that Qiao Ye.

Qiao Ye looked at the golden light for a moment, his eyebrows sank, with a hint of surprise, and he muttered,

"Sanskrit Purifying Mantra."

This son is extraordinary, if he is given another 10,000 years, maybe he can break through the shackles of Shinto and ascend to the upper realm.

But Wu Yan thought so much, what soared to the upper realm, what the Great Dao Heavenly Dao, in his eyes, it was better to kill this demon in front of him, remove the blood and protect the truth of this mist Kyushu.

Wuya's eyes are already red at this moment, with a bit of madness, and his expression is resolute, this thief is immortal, and he is restless.

"With my essence and blood as the guide, the Sanskrit sound descends into the world, the thunder Yan punishes the demons, the spiritual breath of heaven and earth, the spirit of Haoran, the arrogance lasts forever, destroy me!"

The crimson heavenly thunder came with a mighty righteousness, and the golden Sanskrit sound Mu Shi was reflected on Qiao Ye's face, with a bit of fear.

He was originally a member of the ghost clan, but he deviated from the pursuit of the way of heaven, devoured his fellow clan, killed thousands of people, and even joined the demon clan.

Under the way of heaven, he was just stealing his life, and what he was most afraid of was that he was in the pure world of Lei Yan and the Sanskrit sound.

This Sanskrit sound is a cleansing of the soul for others, and for him, the bloody demonic energy on his body will be weakened, and the evil breath of darkness must be weakened, so his strength will continue to decrease.

He had just escaped from the tomb, his body had just been reshaped, and he had not yet absorbed the spiritual breath and vitality of this Kyushu, and the Mahayana was simple, and the power of the peak of Shinto was only half exerted.

Otherwise, how could he be forced to be like this by a junior who is tens of thousands of years old.

Seeing Lei Yan descend into the world and the Sanskrit sound sung, Qiao Ye's eyes crossed the color of red, the blood on his body skyrocketed, and the red fire in his eyes burned.

"Originally, the deity didn't want to take your life so quickly, you forced me."

The black demonic breath mixed with the bloody aura rushed to his face, and as soon as he came into contact with the black qi, a spirit master who was still alive just now instantly turned into a dry bone.

On the dry earth, not only the spirit masters scattered and fled, full of panicked sounds, but even the demons were the same, the black qi did not distinguish between humans and demons, just looking at the living beings, they would pounce on them like hungry wolves.

"Kill hahahahaha."

Looking at the scene off the field, Qiao Ye couldn't help but laugh with satisfaction.

Wuya watched this scene and was about to split, and the brilliant heavenly thunder came into the world again, converging into a single force, and quickly slashed towards Qiao Ye.

But the next moment, what Wuya saw was not Qiao Ye's scorched black and his soul scattered, but a terrible shout,

"Awan"

Qu Wuyi watched as the hands snatched Bai Yuwan from his arms, and he was shot out like rags.

His eyes were full of sluggishness, and under the absolute coercion of the Divine Dao Realm just now, he had no power to resist.

He hurriedly got up, the corners of his lips were full of blood, and he propped himself up and flew towards the ground where Bai Yuwan fell.

Bai Yuwan's pale face brought out a smile, the corners of her mouth were bloody, and she was still looking at Qu Wuyi's eyes with a light smile across the thousands of meters in the air.

Finally, relieved, Ayi, I will never see you again.

Bai Yuwan wanted to speak, but she couldn't make any sound, she struggled, wanted to see Qu Wuyi, stretched out her hand, and wanted to hug him again.

But after struggling, she hung her hands weakly, her eyes were round, her eyes widened, and she looked in the direction of Qu Wuyi.

The feeling of suffocation came, and she no longer had half the strength, but her eyelids became heavier.

Finally, she could no longer see Qu Wuyi's familiar face, her eyes closed weakly, and she could only let herself fall like a broken butterfly at a height of thousands of meters, and die

The Ghost King Order in his body was drawn out like a streamer of light, disappearing into the sky.

When the Lord dies, it will shut itself off and fall into a deep sleep, until years later, when someone will be able to awaken it and pass its trials and confess it as Lord.

"Awan Awan"

Qu Wuyi finally took Bai Yuwan in his hand, his pupils were not focused, he just murmured, but the only thing that responded to him was the terrible screams on the battlefield.

"Awan, wake up Awan"

Qu Wuyi seemed to have lost the ability to speak, but kept shouting Bai Yuwan's name, and in the end, it was even more in his throat, unable to make a sound at all, holding Bai Yuwan's broken body that still had residual warmth, and howling and crying.

The terrible screams were still whistling in the wind, and the world of Qu Wuyi was finally completely darkened.

Reunited on the battlefield, he saw how happy he was when he was still alive, and how desperate he was at this moment.

Finally, he also tasted the taste of death in his heart.

As the tears fell, Bai Yuwan's body also dissipated in the wind, just like she came, leaving no trace.