Wind and rain.

The wind is the cloudy wind, and the rain is the blood rain of the monks of the Xuanyang Sect.

This is an extremely sad scene, too many people have fallen and shed blood here, and the top sect that once galloped through the thousands of years in the Southern Regions has now come to this point, and it will end sadly and be completely destroyed.

Many of the elders of the Xuanyang Sect, like children, were crying.

There are even some existences that are too old, and at this moment, this situation and this scene directly collapsed the Dao heart.

They have practiced for thousands of years, overlooking all living beings, and they have been closely related to this sect all their lives, and the Xuanyang Sect is already the spiritual pillar of these people to a certain extent.

Now this spiritual pillar has completely collapsed.

Those old men were screaming wildly, and the breath on their bodies suddenly fell wildly, and the skin around them was cracked, and blood continued to overflow, taking away what little vitality they had left.

The battlefield in the void does not seem to be as tragic as imagined.

The Avatar Dao Monarch made a move, and even the edge of the void could not carry such an existence with all its might.

The five Dao Monarchs and the gods walked into the depths of the void.

They face each other in life and death, and the means they have accumulated in the past have not counted the years, and now they do not need money to use all of them.

Especially the old sect master, facing the Kisuke Divine Monarch, began to really fight hard.

He is too old after all, and his mana and vitality have lost too much in the years, and he has an empty realm, but it is difficult to have the strength to match it.

Now in the depths of the void, he crushed an ancient jade jar, and an ancient flame bloomed from it.

The light blue flames, glowing with a cold luster, seemed to be not fire, but nine cold ice.

The surrounding void turbulence was annihilated by it.

It is not to be dissolved, nor to be shattered, but to be completely reduced to nothingness.

The old sect master spit this blue flame into the old man's body.

For a moment, his gray hair was dyed blue, and there seemed to be flames gushing in his eyes.

His vitality and death were dissipating in a frenzy.

But at a certain node, there is a majestic vitality bursting out in his body!

Burning himself with ancient flames, the old sect master is going to sublimate to the extreme!

Unfortunately, in the past, such a method was destined to inflict heavy damage on opponents.

But now the old sect master's opponent is Mu Kai Daojun, who overlooks the eternal years of living beings, and he has experienced countless calamities in the past years, and such a method is too ordinary in his opinion.

There was a terrifying fluctuation in the depths of the void that caused the two men to fight to the limit.

Many people felt that the final realm fluctuations of the old sect master and the Divine Monarch had surpassed the limit of the Divine Dao Monarch, and they stepped into the next realm with half a foot.

Finally, a frenzied blue flame storm swept through the depths of the void.

The old sect master was extremely sublimated, and now he chose to blow himself up at the peak.

Everything is as beautiful as a brilliant firework.

Many old people unconsciously left hot tears on their faces.

The storm gradually subsided, and the slender figure of Kisuke Shenjun slowly walked through the void unscathed.

......

Xuanyang Sect Heavenly Firmament, Jing Yuanzi's face was calm.

But Cang Junzi, who had been competing with him for thousands of years, could feel Jing Yuanzi's lowness, unprecedented depression.

"Cang Junzi, the great world is competing, the poor road seems to be going first, you and I are old guys, destined to be the background of this competition, destined to have a sad ending. Cang Junzi, the poor road is in front of Huangquan Road, waiting for you!"

His words are very sad, as if he has seen through the truth behind this golden world, the pinnacle of everything is destined to belong to Tianjiao, who started in the era of the gods, these old guys, even if they are standing quietly above the clouds now, have been eliminated, and they are greeted only by a sad end.

Even Cang Junzi's face became silent.

When a man is about to die, his words are good.

Jing Yuanzi's words fluctuated to his Dao heart, but in the blink of an eye, Cang Junzi continued to smile wildly.

"If this is the battle of the world, what can you do if the poor road is mixed with one hand? You boast that you have seen through the truth behind it, and have you ever thought that in the future, the poor road will also have the possibility of going further, and you will go on the reincarnation road by yourself! This rolling red dust, the poor road will look at you more for you!"

When the words fell, the hanging mirror in Cang Junzi's hand was raised high, and the bright glow pierced Jing Yuanzi's eyebrows like a beam.

The last generation of Xuanyang Sect was in charge, and so far it has fallen, and his soul has been scattered, leaving no trace!

Su Musha followed behind Chu Han, Ghost Flower Granny and others, and once again broke into the ruins of the mountain behind the Xuanyang Sect.

The remnants of the mountain protection array were still interfering with everyone's pace of progress.

But this is the struggle of the strong bow and crossbow, and there is only a cold divine light in everyone's eyes.

Rao had many old men who sacrificed their lives to stay together, and Su Musha and others still broke into the ruins.

Back then, the Xuanyang Sect was on the right path, and the matter of Qingfu Immortal Road was not much covered, and the monks of that generation of Xuanyang Sect thought that they would be immortal and long-sighted since then, and they were too careless, leaving too many people with coveted opportunities.

The Hanging Moon Demon Sect is one of them, coveting the Qing Fu Immortal Road for many years.

Counting down the generations of ancestors, I don't know how much effort has been spent on this ancient treasure, and even those who died because of it don't know how many mortals.

They have probed the matter to the point where they can even tell the truth from the fake.

Now Ghost Flower Granny and others are just following the guidance of their predecessors and following the map.

"Succeed, withdraw!"

Granny Ghost Flower's face was not peaceful, and there was a bright light in her hand, even if there was a ban to make up for it, it couldn't hide it all.

The cultivators no longer stayed for a long time, and Chu Han even held the Zhenlong Cave, and the frogs came out together, sheltering the ghost flower mother-in-law to evacuate.

Su Musha was the same, his eyes flashed with thunder, and the Yin Void Thunder Pupil was exerted to the extreme, looking around the void to prevent someone from making a secret move.

......

Southern Regions, Hehuan Sect.

The man who is in charge of the teachings is now in ragged shape.

The pink Hehuan robe was all damaged, and her delicate face was now stained with blood and tears.

The Taoist is like a man and not a woman, and he stands on the mountain gate in despair.

As far as the eye can see, it is a withered scene.

The monks of the Hehuan Sect were scattered in the wilderness, and the feng shui pattern that had been inherited through the ages also collapsed overnight.

The essence is all dead, and the only thing that greets the Hehuan Sect is the sad end.

Looking up at the chess Taoist with a cold expression in the clouds, the voice of the Taoist was hoarse, as if he was holding back his anger, and said in a sad voice: "Why should I be happy?"

The chess Taoist said coldly: "The road to immortality is long, and some people, living is a mistake in itself!"

The man was stunned, and shook his head after a moment.

"That's it, that's it!"

Trembling stretched out his hand, and the cheerful Taoist changed into a bright colorful Taoist robe, and gently wiped it on his face, embellished with heavy makeup.

The shrill voice slowly resounded in the empty mountain gate of the Hehuan Sect.

"I once saw that the Jinling Yushu warbler was dawning, and the flowers of the Qinhuai Water Pavilion bloomed early, who knew that it would be easy to freeze! Seeing him rise up the Zhu Tower, seeing him feasting guests, seeing his building collapse. This moss and green tile pile, I have slept in the wind and flow, and I have seen the rise and fall of fifty years. The Wuyi Lane, not surnamed Wang, Mochou Lake, the ghost cries at night, the Phoenix Terrace, the bird perched on the owl! The dream of the remnant mountain is the truest, and it is difficult to lose the old realm. I don't believe in this map, change the draft, recite a set of 'mourning Jiangnan', and sing sadly until I am old!"

On that day, the Huan Dao people swung their swords from the old site of the Hehuan Sect to kill themselves, and the sect was destroyed, and the inheritance of the ages was cut off.

The vicissitudes of chess and the eyes of the chess Taoist did not fluctuate, and he turned to look at the gods.

"The eternal plan is here to raise the Nine Heavenly Que!"