The voice of the Holy Spirit, roaring in the sky.

Throughout the Holy Head Peak, the earth trembled, and many people's souls shook and their faces turned pale.

Although the Holy Soul is only the main soul among the millions of soul flags, and it can even be said to be an instrument spirit, the power it possesses is still not something that mortals can resist.

Just a roar is unbearable.

Lu Qingshan stood outside the eighth battlefield, looking up, his eyes becoming deep.

"What is this Holy Soul going to do?" Lu Qingshan naturally heard the Holy Soul's roaring words very clearly.

Armistice?

How is it possible to cease fighting?

Once the war is armisted, it means that the Yuan Ling Sect will have to give up the inheritance of the ancestor Yuan Ling Sword Saint.

How could the upper and lower levels of the Yuanling Gate agree?

Absolutely impossible.

This battle, which has lasted for hundreds of years, is the rules of the game formulated by the two holy weapons a hundred years ago.

Now, if the Holy Soul wants a truce on one side, how can Yan Luo agree?

Wow!

In the sky, it was like a sea, and the pale blue water rippled, and a dreamlike woman walked out of the sky.

That woman was Yanluo.

Yan Luo's whole body was shrouded in a pale blue wave of water, and his eyes were like jewels, exuding a charming blue.

And that long flowing hair, a faint blue, waving in the wind.

A layer of light curtain, like a nine-day waterfall, fell from the sky, protecting all the people in the Yuanling Gate.

The light curtain isolated the holy souls in the millions of soul flags, making it impossible to easily attack anyone.

Then, Yan Luo raised his pale blue eyes, and pieces of cold light spread out in all directions, surround the surroundings, causing snowflakes to fall between the heavens and the earth.

On the black sky, the Holy Soul saw the snowflakes around Yanluo, and the ghostly body subconsciously trembled, and his eyes dodged.

"What did you just say?" Yan Luo seemed to be a Nine Heavens Fairy who did not eat fireworks in the world, and there was no trace of emotion in his voice.

In his pale blue eyes, there were snowflakes.

The body of the Holy Soul shook again, and smiled, as if he knew that it was annoying Yanluo, and immediately laughed and said: "I didn't mean that, I mean, it's been more than a hundred years, I'm so weak, I want to sleep for hundreds of years, so I came here to stop the war!"

Lu Qingshan's jaw was stunned, the holy soul in the millions of soul flags was so jealous of Yan Luo?

Lu Qingshan couldn't help but think, is Yan Luo really just a holy artifact?

"I refuse!" Yan Luo's voice came out coldly, and in his eyes, a light blue light flowed, and one by one the snowflakes filled with light blue actually flew out of his eyes and circled around him.

Even, the water waves that shrouded Yan Luo's body seemed to turn into cold ice in the circulation, and a very terrifying chill spread across the sky.

The Holy Soul hurriedly stepped back and distanced himself from Yan Luo a long enough distance before he said slowly, "Don't get me wrong, I really want to sleep for a while, I'm too weak." ”

In Yan Luo's eyes, the light flowed, as if he was thinking, and after a long time, Yan Luo raised his eyes and said, "If you want to sleep, it's not impossible." As long as you hand over all the things of the Yuan Ling Sword Saint and can't hide any of them, then you can sleep in peace. ”

Yuan Ling selected the disciples of the sequence, in order to be able to obtain the inheritance of the Yuan Ling Sword Saint, if a million soul flags slept for hundreds of years, then it was undoubtedly unacceptable for the Yuan Ling Gate.

"Impossible!" the Holy Spirit's eyes were like black jewels, full of fear, but his tone was very resolute.

Once the Yuan Ling Sect obtains the inheritance of the Yuan Ling Sword Saint, then if someone cultivates to the Holy Realm, they don't even need to be in the Holy Realm, but only a half-saint, they can cooperate with Yan Luo to completely suppress themselves.

The Holy Soul is naturally aware of this.

"If you don't want to, then the battle will continue on the nine battlefields!" Yan Luo's eyes flashed, and his words were half threatening, and he said: "You have to understand one thing, it's not that I can't suppress you, but I just don't want to be ruined, and I don't want to bring misfortune to the Yuanling Gate." If you insist, then I'll have no choice but to take action......"

The Holy Soul had a bitter face, and did not refute Yan Luo's words, obviously he was really afraid of Yan Luo.

Outside the eighth battlefield, Lu Qingshan was very surprised to see that Yan Luo actually had the power to suppress millions of soul flags?

It's just that it sounds like once it is suppressed, it will inevitably be ruined, and it will even bring misfortune to the Yuanling Gate?

Lu Qingshan shook his head, completely unable to understand.

I don't know when, Zhen Han has already come to Lu Qingshan's side, and he seems to be ready to make a move.

Once the two Holy Realms made a move, then Zhen Han's first task was to take Lu Qingshan out of here and ensure Lu Qingshan's safety.

Right now, seeing Lu Qingshan shaking his head, Zhen Han seemed to guess Lu Qingshan's inner thoughts, and explained in a low voice: "The Holy Realm is an even more terrifying level of life, once they make a move, they can make the heavens and the earth lose color, the mountains collapse, the rivers dry up, and its peerless power is not something we can imagine." And ......"

When he said this, Zhen Han looked at the holy soul on the black sky, his expression became solemn, and said: "Once they make a move, then it will inevitably alarm the terrifying existence of some half-saint families and sage gate valves.

Even, in order to hide the secret, our Yuanling Sect is likely to disappear completely from now on......"

Zhen Han's words made Lu Qingshan speechless.

Two holy weapons, the things involved can be so troublesome?

Lu Qingshan's gaze became far-reaching, knowing that all this was due to insufficient strength.

If the strength was sufficient, how could they not dare to suppress the millions of soul flags, and how could they be afraid of the Half-Saint Family and the Sage Gate Valve?

In the sky, the situation is tense, and it can be said that it is on the verge of eruption.

The million soul flags only occupy forty percent of the firmament, and Yan Luo controls sixty percent.

The Holy Spirit didn't want to fight anymore because he had already seen the future, and it was a sure defeat.

Yan Luo also saw the final ending.

Therefore, it is impossible for Yanluo to agree.

But if it is really to be forcibly suppressed, then the price to pay is too great.

But when Lu Qingshan looked up, he always felt that Yan Luo seemed to be ready to make a move.

Lu Qingshan could feel it, and the Holy Soul could also feel it, his face couldn't help but turn black, and his eyes like black gems turned around.

Finally, he sighed, seemed to feel very aggrieved, and said: "It's been more than a hundred years of fighting, I really don't want to fight, why don't I return that one to you, how about we stop fighting?"

As he spoke, a huge picture scroll suddenly rose into the air, and then slowly unfolded.

As the scroll slowly unfolded, Lu Qingshan's breathing suddenly became rapid.