"Principal Xiahou, now is not the time to grieve, the Immortal Descendants have already attacked us when they were cultivating the Immortal Realm."

"Hey! Who would have thought that a person who had been honored for thousands of years would be the one who would have lost his life? We have honored them for thousands of years!"

The silver filaments on Xiahou Ying's head grew wildly.

He still couldn't accept it, just because she hadn't seen it with her own eyes.

Ye Kunlun remained silent, the crimes committed by the Immortal Descendants had all been engraved in his heart.

A long time ago, he and Yang Feng actually knew that the immortals would rebel.

It's just that I didn't expect that the other party would stick to wherever he went, like a dog skin plaster.

"Honor? Principal Xiahou, you are wrong, what they want is not your so-called respect, they are just using us as their shield, what they are planning is the entire heavens and ten thousand worlds!"

Yang Feng couldn't watch Xiahou Ying stay depressed, and told Xiahou Ying what he thought in his heart.

The people who survived the Immortal League, there is not one in ten, now is really not the time to be sad, but should turn grief into strength and strive to build a stronger Immortal League.

"Heavens and Domains?"

Xiahou Ying murmured in a low voice, she hated that her cultivation was not enough, and she couldn't stand on the Netherworld Cliff at all.

"Brother Ye, Principal Xiahou, all the allies of the Demon Alliance, now is not the time to be immersed in grief, the leaders of the Immortal and Demon Alliances have fallen, what we have to do is in the Netherworld Cliff, together with their share, to survive and establish a stronger Immortal and Demon Alliance."

Looking at the disciples of the Immortal Demon Alliance who were immersed in grief, Yang Feng was a little unbearable, they thought that this was a memorial to the deceased, but in fact it was a blasphemy.

The lives of many of the disciples present were exchanged for their own lives by the two alliance leaders, hoping that those who survived could take their share and return it to the immortals.

Yang Feng's words, in one sentence, pierced the hearts of many people.

Stronger Immortal Alliance, Demon Alliance, continue to live.

"Yes! Ladies and gentlemen, what Brother Yang said is reasonable, now is not the time for us to grieve, blindly immersed in grief, isn't this a kind of escape? The Lord of the Yan Alliance and the Lord of the Cloud Alliance definitely don't want to see us like this."

"You go into the Bodhi realm to practice, and if you need anything in the future, tell me directly, and I will also pay attention to whether there are any lucky survivors outside."

Yang Feng continued to speak.

"Moon Shadow, you will lead the Demon Alliance now! What do you think?"

Yang Feng shifted his gaze to Jiang Yueying, who was slightly stunned and a little at a loss.

"Moon Shadow, you used to be a member of the Demon Alliance, and you have good talents, you come to lead the Demon Alliance, and the Demon Alliance will have the possibility of rising in the future."

Jiang Yueying heard Yang Feng's words, and only said it after a while.

"I can promise you, but you also have to promise me one thing."

"You say."

Yang Feng stared at Jiang Yueying's beautiful eyes and said.

"Well, I haven't thought about it yet, I'll tell you when I think of it."

Jiang Yueying had a mysterious smile on her face.

Seeing this, Yang Feng had no choice but to do it.

"Well, then you stay here and cultivate first, the dust world in the Bodhi realm is absolutely safe, and now my master and I are going to go out."

Yang Feng turned around and said a few words to everyone.

Qing Xuan just watched the whole process coldly.

Then he followed Yang Feng and left the Bodhi Realm.

Inside the Netherworld Blood.

learned that Yang Feng Feidan was not killed by the ancestors of Wushan, and even the people of Wushan took the initiative to give up fighting for the Fire God Halberd.

"A woman who can summon the Chaos Blue Lotus Phantom? When was this? Why are you here now?"

There was anger in Styx's voice.

"The Sect Master's anger is at ease! The subordinates also learned that the news was blocked by the people in Wushan before."

"It should be that the twelve ancestral witches have not all awakened, otherwise it would be impossible for Wushan to swallow his anger if he was provoked by someone like this."

Styx originally wanted to use the twelve ancestral witches of Wushan to extinguish Yang Feng's arrogance, but he didn't think that his arrogance would not be extinguished, but it was fueled.

"According to the latest news, ten of the twelve ancestors of Wushan have been awakened, and two are asleep and are waiting to wake up."

"Well, I see, are there any other forces that have happened?"

"Sect Master, the Scarlet Plains, there is a powerful aftermath of the battle, the specific situation is unknown."

"Rubbish! This little thing can't be done properly, what does this ancestor want you to do?"

Styx slapped down, and the blood shadow vanished.

"Xiao Feng, are you planning to go to the Scarlet Plains now?"

Qing Xuan understands Yang Feng's character, and it is true, Yang Feng is not at ease that Bing Yao is alone in the Scarlet Plains.

"The Blood Pupil Clan is in the same vein as the Blood Cloak, I'm afraid they will be unfavorable to Bing Yao."

"The blood pupil and the blood cloak are both descendants of sin and blood, they have been dormant for so long, they must have other plans, by the way, the Taihuang Stone is still on you, right?"

Although he didn't know why Qing Xuan was asking this, Yang Feng still nodded for the first time.

"That's good, let's go, I'm afraid it's too late to go."

Qing Xuan's figure disappeared, and Yang Feng wanted to ask if Qing Xuan knew something, but he didn't ask.

The Scarlet Plains, at a great distance from the Bodhi Realm.

It doesn't seem like the earth is soaked in blood.

The original loess has become "blood soil".

The clouds floating in the sky were also blood-red, revealing an inexplicable weirdness.

Yang Feng even wondered if this was a sea of blood, because the world of the sea of blood was also blood-red.

The only difference is that there are no plains in the Sea of Blood.

There are blood-colored plains as far as the eye can see.

The figures of the two of them looked so insignificant on the barren blood-colored plains.

"This is the Scarlet Wasteland, I just don't know ......."

"Huh? It's so strong that the cultivation is fluctuating, just ahead."

Qing Xuan felt the trembling of the space around her, and immediately became alert.

Because Yang Feng has mastered the laws of space, he is extremely sensitive to spatial fluctuations.

The two of them swept past at great speed.

What catches your eye is a frozen wall of blood.

"This was left by Bing Yao, she must be nearby."

Yang Feng's hand was just about to touch the blood-colored ice wall when he was grabbed by a Qianqian jade hand.

"Don't be impulsive."

As soon as Qing Xuan's words fell, a big hand came out of the blood wall, pulling the two of them into the world inside the blood wall.

Yang Feng's face was bitter, and he looked at Qing Xuan with an apologetic face, Qing Xuan didn't care, but looked at the environment carefully.

This is a completely independent space, and you can see it everywhere on the ground, blood pupils, blood cloaks.

There are two types of people, one with a blood-colored cloak, and the other with blood-colored pupils.

There is filthy blood in the body.

After his body fell to the ground and the soles of his feet rubbed against the real ground, Yang Feng breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Instantly release the divine soul, and the power of the divine soul swept over the surrounding things for a hundred meters.

Finally stopped at the top of a blood-colored altar.

"Mentor, let's go over there!"

Yang Feng used the power of the divine soul to lock onto the target.

Qing Xuan nodded and didn't say anything more.

The blue light flashed away.

On the Scarlet Altar.

There are pious blood-pupil people kneeling on the ground, and there are also blood cloaks worshipping.

A sky blue long skirt sets off a pretty face that is as smooth as jade.

"Sister Yao."

"Feng, why are you here?"

Bing Yao's gaze only stayed on Yang Feng for a moment before shifting to Qing Xuan.

"Huh? Qing's line?!"

To be precise, this was the first meeting between Bing Yao and Qing Xuan, she had only heard of it before, and Yang Feng didn't say it

The origin of Qing Xuan.

"Ice Clan Holy Lord."

The first time the two women saw each other, they showed each other's identities, and there was quite a kind of rivalry.

"Oh? The remnants of the Qing family's lineage are not dead yet, are they?"

"What day is today, not only the Holy Lord of the Ice Clan, but even the Qing Clan is also coming to join in the fun."

The blood-colored altar is like a square that can accommodate thousands of people.

And the people who spoke, some of them wore blood-colored cloaks, and they couldn't see their facial features clearly, and some had a touch of blood red reflected in their pupils.

"Let sin and blood come out, or no one will keep you."

Qing Xuan said without showing weakness.

The Blood Cloak and the Blood Pupil are all descendants of sin and blood.

"Lord Sin, and Lord Blood, can you see what you want?"

In the blood-colored altar square, one of the two statues enshrined in the middle, projected a blood-colored beam of light, shining on a blood-pupiled person.

The blood-colored pupils of the blood pupils suddenly radiated a divine soul attack.

Rumble!

Qing Xuan stepped out in one step, and a divine soul shield formed on his body, isolating the divine soul attack of the blood pupil people.

"Qing Xuan, you and I joined forces to destroy this altar, I don't believe in blood and sin, and I can still sit still."

Bing Yao's cold voice sounded.

"Okay."

Qing Xuan's answer was also crisp and neat.

Yang Feng became a bystander throughout the whole process.

"Sister Yao, mentor, be careful."

Yang Feng made a move to clear the obstacles for the two.

The Qingfeng sword pinned to Qing Xuan's waist was unsheathed.

I saw Qing Xuan stretch out two jade fingers and tap twice in the air, and the originally silent Qingfeng Sword seemed to have awakened, emitting a bright blue light.

Bing Yao's hands concluded the Dharma seal, and snowflakes fell from the sky in an instant.

The snowflakes flying in the sky seemed to be pronouncing the verdict, purifying the sin and blood on the ground.

On the blood-colored altar, two statues instinctively produce a layer of light. Look at the book

Bang!

Yang Feng's fist poured pure gold slammed into this layer of blood curtain, and the blood curtain shattered into ice slag all over the ground.

"It's just two statues, watch me smash you!"

These two statues, one male and one female.

The word "sin" is engraved on the man's forehead, while the word "blood" is engraved on the woman's arm.

Yang Feng stood in the air, and the blood pupils and blood cloaks on the ground seemed to guess what Yang Feng was going to do next, and they all rose into the air.

Surrounded Yang Fengtuan.

In just a moment, Yang Feng attracted half of the firepower for Qing Xuan and Bing Yao.

"Stupid Terrans, who dare to vainly attempt to violate the *** of blood and sin, you will pay for it!"

A blood cloak holding a staff with a blood ruby inlaid on the staff, radiating a dazzling light.

The eyes of a blood-pupiled person have turned into rubies, and they can no longer be called pupils when they can't see it.

Yang Feng faced many opponents alone, without any timidity in his heart.

Murderous intent permeated his heart.

Inside the Qiankun bag, there is an inconspicuous black stone engraved with mystical marks.

The constant restlessness finally rushed out of the bag.

Yang Feng's body, the barren body, condensed the power of barrenness on its own.

The barren eyes at the second dantian quietly opened.

"Could it be that the Desolate Immortal has a grudge against the blood of sin?"

Yang Feng naturally sensed the abnormality of his body.

On weekdays, the barren eyes that only worked at the moment of crisis opened uncontrollably.

This vertical pupil reminded Yang Feng a lot.

It was this vertical pupil that absorbed and transformed the Thunder Tribulation.

"What a furious force."

Bing Yao and Qing Xuan in the distance looked at each other, and finally fell on Yang Feng.

"The Wild Stone works."

"This familiar force, yes

Has she come?"

Deep underground, where the two statues are located.

"No! It shouldn't be her, but this breath is her heir."

"Sin, shall we do it?"

"Don't use it for the time being, the energy accumulated in this blood-colored altar is enough for us to recover, the people who came this time are not small, even the people of the Qing clan are involved, we will make a move now, and we will waste all our efforts."

The man called Sin spoke.

The voices of the two sank.

And over the square of the Scarlet Altar.

Yang Feng stood with his sword in his hand, and he exuded a violent and desolate aura from the inside out.

The weapon in his hand was nothing else, it was the Wild Sword.

"Is it the Desolate Immortal who has arrived?"

"The Wild Immortal is here? She wants to cleanse her blood and sin! No!"

The sense of oppression brought to them by the barren sword was full.

Because this sword is a lingering nightmare in their hearts.

Back then, the desolate immortals, with a desolate sword, defeated how many blood cloaks and blood pupils.

Including blood and sin, they were all defeated by the desolate immortals.

"There is a desolate sword in the sealing hand, it seems that the desolate immortal really admits that the desolate is his heir."

"The desolate gate has escaped, and Yang Feng is now using the identity of the desolate immortal heir, which is a curse rather than a blessing for him."

Qing Xuan said the key point.

The desolate immortal is very strong, and the desolate gate is the heavens and all the regions, the strongest force, but that was in the past, and the glory of the past is not counted, and now the desolate immortal has disappeared, and the desolate gate has escaped.

The identity of the heir of the desolate immortals is not easy to use.

Hearing this, Bingyao stopped talking, which was a tacit acquiescence.

And Yang Feng had already raised his sword to kill the enemy in the process of the two talking.

The Desolate Body and the Desolate Stone are inherently one, plus with the Desolate Sword, even if Yang Feng can't use other abilities, but with these points, in this blood-colored altar square, it is enough to kill the Quartet.

The desolate sword, eager to drink blood, for a moment, Yang Feng even felt that inside the desolate sword, the sword spirit that had been blessed with countless seals broke the seal.

"This sword is really evil!"

Yang Feng is always sober because he is too barren stone.

However, when he saw a corpse on the ground, Yang Feng pointed to the statue.

Two statues, cut in half by the Arakai sword.

Only a loud bang was heard.

The statue collapsed.

"Huh? Not only is it too barren stone, but also too barren sword! Is that man really dead?"

The desolate immortals, the prestige of the heavens and all the domains, have been deeply ingrained in people's hearts.

Even if the desolate immortal disappeared for many years, there was still no one who dared to erase his desolate door.

"Sin and Blood, I know you can hear me, Curse! The earth has been soaked with blood, and sin has spread over your hearts, and you should not go on to live."

"! There is a remnant of the desolate immortal in this desolate stone."

Yang Feng realized again.