The dark clouds rolled, quickly condensing above the Shenxiao Sect, and the sky was like a tumbling picture scroll.

The sky, which had just been clear, was suddenly covered by black clouds, and the sky was obscured by stratus clouds. For a moment, the entire Shenxiao Sect was shrouded in a cloud of shadows.

Raindrops began to fall in the air, and the drizzle of cow hair melted the clotted blood clots, adding to the small pools of blood on the ground. The fine raindrops hit people's shoulders, cheeks, and sword tips with a slight sound, like the rustle of a group of children running on the beach.

The soft and light rain weighed down people's hearts, and their hearts seemed to be pressed against a big stone.

The battle of the Shenxiao Sect continued, the sword light and sword shadow mixed with the surging spiritual power, some blood splashed, and some stumps fell.

This place has become a Shura field, with roars and blood. In places that people could not see, one after another faint souls rose to the heavens, pierced through the dense rain, ignored the layers of dark clouds, and floated to a far and infinite place.

People call it Hades, and some say it's a place of reincarnation, and others say it's a city of despair, and to go there is suffering.

But no living person has ever been to the underworld, and it has always been a mystery whether there is such a place as the underworld.

Xuankong looked up at the black oppressive clouds, his heart was heavy, he didn't expect that the Shenxiao Sect would be extinct in his hands.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Lin Zhengyu and the others, although they were covered in injuries, they were still struggling to support themselves.

Now there are less than 200 disciples left who are fighting for the sect, and they have not given up hope, and they are even more resolute and have no remorse.

They are fighting for the faith in their hearts!

As a sect master, how could I be depressed and give up on myself at such a time.

Thinking like this, Xuankong mentioned the mental power he had just recovered, took a deep breath to endure the pain, and stood up with a firm expression.

With a strong shock, the purple flame on his body suddenly fell, falling to the ground, burning the bluestone slabs through black holes.

"Wushuang, it's still too late to turn back. Xuankong had a sharp momentum on his body, and he was unstoppable.

He who cultivates earth spiritual power is usually gentle and honest, and rarely has a moment of fighting spirit.

He would not allow anyone to destroy the Shenxiao Sect that had been established, developed, and maintained by the previous sect masters and the people who had worked silently for the sect for 100,000 years.

Not even his most beloved disciple!

Earthy yellow spiritual power burst out of his body, condensing into a set of dark yellow armor on the surface of his body. The spiritual power is condensed into tiny rings, which are interlocking to form a pair of chain mail, wrapping the whole body. There is a strong thick earth road on it, and the road is pervasive.

This is one of the spiritual skills of the Shenxiao Sect, Xuantong Jia.

The so-called spiritual skill is the use of spiritual power techniques, which can be attacked and defended, as long as it involves the use of spiritual power, it can be called spiritual skills.

There are three major levels of spiritual skills, from strong to weak, heavenly level, earth level, and human level. Each grade can be subdivided into three levels: upper, middle and lower.

Generally speaking, the higher the level and level of the Psionic Skill, the stronger the effect will be.

In the Shenze Continent, the earth-level spiritual skills are the highest, while the heaven-level spiritual skills almost only exist in legends.

The Xuantong Armor that Xuankong is now using is a defensive spiritual skill at the lower level of the ground level, arranging the spiritual power on the surface of the body in a special form, which can disperse the opponent's attacks all over the body, which can greatly improve one's own defense.

I saw that with a wave of his wrist, a dark two-meter-long stick suddenly appeared in the void, the material of the stick was unknown, the whole body was clear, there were no traces of carving, and it was natural.

Xuankong held a black stick that reflected a cold and cold light, and stood there, just looking at Qin Wushuang who looked like he was walking by himself.

Qin Wushuang was covered in purple fire, and his steps were equally firm.

He had made up his mind to be a sinner who had killed his teacher and betrayed his sect, and he would not look back.

Looking at his disciple's firm steps and the increasingly powerful firelight, Xuankong shook his head helplessly, disappointment and regret creeping up his blood-soaked cheeks.

It seems that the battle between master and apprentice is inevitable.

It's just that I don't know how long I can last now, Xuankong thought.

In order to save the hope of more than two hundred remaining sects, he urged the astrolabe and exhausted his spiritual power. Now he has only recovered less than one-tenth of his spiritual power, and he has no strong spiritual power but cannot use it with all his strength, which makes him a little worried.

If you can't subdue the disciples before your spiritual power is exhausted, the entire Shenxiao Sect will really be finished.

If Qin Wushuang also joined the other half of the team battle, the two senior uncles would definitely not be able to resist.

Therefore, this battle must be resolved quickly.

In a flash of thought, Xuankong picked up his stick and rushed forward, he planned to take the initiative.

The black stick did not carry spiritual power, but it carried a strong wind and smashed into Qin Wushuang's head.

This stick came first, and hit Qin Wushuang's attack before it was hit, but Qin Wushuang's thick neck was very flexible, and he actually managed to dodge this sharp blow.

But the stick continued unabated, smashing into his left shoulder, breaking it, flesh and blood gushing, and bone stubble looming.

The purple flames all over the body were dispersed and disappeared between heaven and earth.

This was not the end, the huge force contained in the black stick actually slapped his body to the ground, and his knees bent and smashed into the bluestone floor.

With a snap, the bluestone slab shattered and sank, and then there was a crackling sound, and the slate rose and fell like a wave, eventually forming a spiderweb-like crack that spread across a radius of ten feet.

Qin Wushuang's upper body twisted to the left, and he knelt in the center, blood gushing from his left shoulder.

His knees sank deep into the floor, his flesh scraped open by the sharp stone slabs, and the blood seeping into the cracks beneath him, and his black hair was disheveled, and he looked miserable.

This stick was so terrifying that it actually knocked Qin Wushuang to his knees.

Xuankong, who was seriously injured, was also uncomfortable, he used all his physical strength with this blow, and using his spiritual power and spiritual power to urge Xuantong Jia made him consume one-seventh of his spiritual power.

Naturally, he used this spiritual skill not to defend, but just in case.

After preventing this blow from being dodged by Qin Wushuang, he delivered a fatal blow to himself.

Fortunately, this stick hit Qin Wushuang's left shoulder, otherwise, it would be difficult for him to subdue Qin Wushuang.

After waving this black stick weighing 10,000 catties, the wound on Xuankong's chest and back was pulled, and blood was gurgling.

A mouthful of blood spurted out again, his body shook, and the black stick was inserted into the bluestone slab, and Xuankong held the black stick with his trembling hand to prevent himself from falling.

"You have to think about what you're doing wrong here. ”

After leaving such a sentence, Xuankong dissipated the spiritual power armor on his body and staggered around, intending to support the two worshippers.

If Qin Wushuang turned back, he would not be guilty of the past; But now that Qin Wushuang is obsessed and has no regrets, he has no choice.

For the sake of the future, I had to subdue him first, and then make plans.

Xuankong had this idea in his mind, but Qin Wushuang insisted in his heart that this was an insult to himself.

Qin Wushuang tilted his head, looking at his once most beloved master with some surprise.

Sure enough, I was nothing in his heart, and he was so ruthless that Qin Wushuang's heart ached.

But he never thought about how disappointed and sad Xuankong was by what he did.

Moreover, for Xuankong, solving the crisis of the sect is the top priority now, and as for the relationship between master and apprentice, he really can't take care of it.

Qin Wushuang's eyes lit up with monstrous hatred, only to see him lift his whole body strength, his hands pinched, Ziyan was like a butterfly piercing flowers in his palm, and finally formed a fire lotus, and in the center of the lotus was an extremely hideous skeleton, constantly making a vicious appearance of eating people. On closer inspection, this skull actually had Qin Wushuang's bone appearance.

Cursed Demon Lotus, a ground-level intermediate spiritual skill.

This was an evil method that Qin Wushuang had inadvertently found.

The demon lotus emitted by the caster is not only amazingly lethal, but also has a curse power inside, and it will not stop until it hits the target.

This skill is almost demonic, and the cost of casting it is extremely high, requiring the caster to consume the soul to form this curse. It is a yin damage trick that injures the enemy by 1,000 and self-inflicts 800.

Therefore, the cursed demon lotus was forbidden to cultivate in the cultivation world for a while, and I don't know where Qin Wushuang found it.

You dare to leave your back to me, and you also disperse the Xuantong armor.

Hmph, without the protection of Xuantong Armor, I see how you can take this trick, thinking secretly, the demon lotus on Qin Wu's hands turned into a purple light and flew out.

This demon fire rises against the storm, as big as a millstone.

In an instant, it flew to the back of Xuankong, and the skull's jaw opened and closed violently, as if it wanted to eat Xuankong in one bite.

Xuankong was defenseless, and the blow slammed into the wound in his back.

Ahh

With a cry of pain, Xuankong landed on the ground with his face and fell straight to the ground.

This power slammed into his body with the power of a terrible curse, and the purple flame and the power of the curse were mixed together, wreaking havoc in his body, and the strong earth spirit power wanted to block it, but it was difficult to expel the invading power from his body.

The power of the evil curse, like a maggot attached to the bone, climbed up to the soul of Xuankong, and wanted to devour his soul.

Xuankong couldn't move, and used his spiritual sense to manipulate the little spiritual power left, trying to expel the evil power in his body and soul, but with little effect.

The strange power of the curse struck like a tidal wave, and after the elimination of the part, more sprung up, and it was not clean at all.

Coupled with the purple flame that eroded into the body, it was constantly burning the body, which made Xuankong face an unprecedented crisis.

Seeing that the attack worked, the corners of Qin Wushuang's mouth twitched, blood gushed out of his mouth, and he pulled his legs out of the broken floor, and the debris fell in a torrent.

He struggled to his feet, his left arm hanging and weak, and his spine tilted to the left by the blow.

Looking at Xuankong with a cold face, Qin Wushuang gritted his teeth: "This time, you hit really hard!"

He turned his neck, made a tooth-aching creak, and continued: "Don't underestimate me, I also cut my realm, but I am much better than your good apprentice." ”

"Next, you go and die!"

He was now like a demon fished out of hell, with a bloody and evil aura all over his body, not human, and very hideous from a distance.

Xuankong lay on the ground with his head tilted, Zi Yan overflowed his body and burned through the bluestone slab under him, through this raging purple fire, he saw the demonic Qin Wushuang slowly walking towards him, and behind him was a terrifying Shura field.

He could only watch as the life of a disciple of the Famous God Xiao was harvested by a ruthless blade under the rolling dark clouds, and he could do nothing about it.

On the other side, the offensive of the "three-edged succubus" became more and more erratic, and the two uncles were covered in bruises, and they couldn't hold it for too long.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that he was stupid and useless. If it weren't for his temporary soft-heartedness, things would have developed into an irreparable situation.

He is a sinner of the Shenxiao Sect.

Qin Wushuang finally walked in front of Xuankong's body, ready to deliver a fatal blow.

He lowered his head and saw Zheng Xuankong lying there motionless, his dim eyes full of death, and he couldn't help but feel his heart fluctuate.

He can finally kill Genkong and destroy this place that he loves and hates.

In addition, he will also get the antidote from the eternal killing, get back everything that belongs to him, and start a better future.

At this moment, the hustle and bustle around seemed to disappear, and everyone stopped their movements and looked here.

Success or failure, life and death, will be decided at this moment.

The purple flame was like a coiling dragon, flexibly entangled on Qin Wushuang's intact right hand, and the scorching heat rushed to his face, and it contained a rich fire Dao rule, as if it wanted to burn through the void.

Aimed at Xuankong's head, this punch was fierce, without half a minute of stagnation and hesitation, just like the stick that Xuankong slammed on his shoulder.

Everyone in the Shenxiao Sect held their breath, some people covered their eyes and didn't dare to look at this cruel scene, some people scolded Qin Wushuang angrily, and some people cried out in grief.

"Sect Master, be careful!"

"Stop, you wolf-hearted devil!"

Offering Li Wushuang went crazy and wanted to rush over to stop Qin Wushuang, he roared angrily: "You bastard! I didn't expect us to raise a white-eyed wolf like you for so many years......"

But now he still can't get rid of the siege of the three ghostly demon girls, and he can't go to the rescue at all.

The three sisters are one step away from the realm of slashing me, but their body skills and cooperation are wonderful, and it is difficult to find the slightest flaw in fighting with them for a long time.

Seeing that the punch was about to be blasted down, a sonic boom suddenly came from the top of the mountain where the needle could be heard.

The void was cut open with a fine line, and then a stone with a red body flicked away Qin Wushuang's fist with lightning speed.

Ziyan instantly collapsed and scattered in all directions, and under this dark sky, it was like a brilliant firework blooming in an instant.

And what caused all this was just an ordinary stone, which did not contain spiritual power, and did not have amazing properties. But it was with the purest physical strength that he prevented Qin Wushuang's fatal blow.

Who is it?

Qin Wushuang raised his head angrily and looked into the distance.

I saw a bald boy with golden eyes and vertical pupils, and his whole body exuded a golden-red light, sitting on the back of a trembling four-headed snake on the ground and looking at him, with a pair of majestic eyes full of ancient wells.

Countless pale golden runes of different shapes enveloped his body, and a faint blue-white lightning bolt flickered on each rune, and the skin under the runes emitted a strong blood light.

The golden light and the red light complement each other, and the magic is extraordinary!

In addition, on the back of the four-headed snake lay a young man whose face was unclear, and a little girl with an angry face.

Qin Wushuang narrowed his eyes and looked at it, and found that the young man sitting on the plate was actually very similar to Xiao Yichen, and couldn't help but gasp: "How is it possible?"

The rest of the people soon noticed that the boy had suddenly appeared, and they were all shocked.

......

At the same time, in the snake cave a hundred miles away, Qi Yue's corpse suddenly disappeared, and a place that spanned a hundred miles appeared out of thin air in the black clouds above the Shenxiao Sect, and the double pupils opened again, only this time the golden ring inside was no longer dazzling, showing endless ashes and dead silence.

The body was like a puddle of mud, with its sternum and limbs broken, lifeless, and even dripping with residual black blood from below.

But "he" was supported by the rapid whirling wind above the Nine Heavens, and the heavy pupils silently watched everything below, without any human emotions in their eyes.

This is an extremely strange scene, and if you are seen, you will be scared to death by this formation.