Martial arts become gods

Chapter 3194
The people in the Lingtian Pavilion of the Fengling Tribe Divine Wind Institute fell into a passive and beaten situation, and there was no room for relaxation.

"Damn it, our Fengling Clan will never let this matter go!" The people of the Fengling Clan couldn't even cover it up. In fact, anyone with a discerning eye knew who attacked Taihuang Highness.

"Hmph, you Wind Spirit Clan don't even want your face, yet you still have the nerve to say such things!"

"Now that the enemy is in front of you, you actually want to attack the Taihuang Temple. What kind of shit is the Wind Spirit Clan? It's better to disappear!"

All kinds of disdainful voices resounded immediately, making the faces of the Fengling Clan members red with anger.

They didn't expect that moving a Taihuang Palace would bring them such a big trouble.

In fact, if it was normal, it would be hard for people with so many influences to make a move because of their face. They gave everyone a good reason to sneak attack on the Taihuang Palace this time, and they were undoubtedly digging their own graves.

Even if they don't have all their power here, once they are wiped out, the strength of the Wind Spirit Clan will definitely shrink significantly.

The Lingtian Pavilion of the Kamikaze Institute will definitely be more serious, and it will definitely be devastated, and it may be directly removed from the mainland.

They all regret it now, it may be too late.

The battle continued, no less tragic than before.

Because of Mo Xian's death, the people who came were quite angry, and quickly harvested the life of the other party.

Yin Qiantong killed each and every one of the strong men of the Wind Spirit Tribe like a ghost with one sword.

Helena holds a huge sword. Although the sword is not very sharp, anyone who touches it will be instantly smashed to pieces.

Kong Ling and Mo Qianrong activated Yitian Soul Suppressing Sword and Yin Yang Seizing Soul Wheel respectively, no one could match them...

At the same time, countless eyes were constantly searching the battlefield, and they all had a little luck in their hearts.

Perhaps, Mo Xian is not dead yet.

After such a period of time, the war came to an end, and everyone in the Lingtian Pavilion of the Fengling Tribe Divine Wind Institute was eliminated.

The entire Taihuang Palace has been stained red with blood, like a purgatory on earth.

"Mo Xian..." Yin Qiantong searched around, desperately trying to move the ruins away, in order to avoid hurting Mo Xian, she dared not use Yuan Force at all, she could only use her flesh and blood, her hands were soon dripping with blood.

The same is true for Helena, holding the pendant in one hand, while the other hand is constantly fidgeting in the ruins.

They searched all over the place, and almost dug the Taihuang Temple three feet into the ground, but in the end they only found the cracked Dark Demon Howling Spear.

The dark devil's howling gun pierced straight into the ground, and all the spiritual energy in it had dissipated. It was no longer an indestructible weapon, as if it could be easily destroyed.

There is still Mo Xian's breath around, which is slowly fading away.

Immediately afterwards, they found the ring that Mo Xian had almost destroyed.

Wisps of faint light emerged, which were the fragments of the remnant soul left by Mo Xian.

Everyone stretched out their hands, trying to catch these soul fragments, but in the end they could only watch them dissipate.

All the signs indicated that Mo Xian had really fallen.

For a moment, Taihuang Palace fell into great sorrow.

"No...impossible, it's not true!" Helena held the pendant tightly, her eyes already blurred by tears.

Yin Qiantong's face was extremely pale, and he slashed out with a sword.

The fierce sword light actually directly divided the space, leaving a dark and deep crack in the space, which spread to a very far place, as if dividing the Absolute Beginning Domain into two.

Although most people didn't know them, it could be seen at this moment that they might have an unusual relationship with Mo Xian.

After a long time, everyone came back to their senses and began to tidy up the battlefield. Although Mo Xian was gone, the living would continue after all.

Three days later, a simple tomb appeared on the peak of a lonely mountain near Taihuang Temple.

There is no tombstone in the tomb, but a cracked spear standing against the wind.

Countless people stood in front of the tomb, mourning silently for the owner of the tomb, even the sky was very gloomy and oppressive.

After an unknown amount of time, someone finally came to his senses, stepped forward and saluted the grave, then turned and left.

Everyone stepped forward to salute one after another, then turned and left. No one spoke, and everything went on so silently.

After the last person saluted, the entire mountain fell into solitude, leaving only the lonely and simple tomb.

The dead are already dead and cannot be changed, but the living still have to move on.

"He doesn't like too complicated, maybe this way is the most suitable for him!"

"This is a place he liked very much before, and he said that he would be satisfied if he could be buried here after death."

"Such a good person, but he just disappeared!"

Countless people have mixed feelings in their hearts, how great it would be if everything could be repeated.

It's a pity that the most terrible thing is time, there is no chance to start over.

The Taihuang Hall soon began to be rebuilt. With the efforts of everyone, the messy Taihuang Hall was quickly restored to its original appearance, but some things could never go back.

A month later, the brand new Taihuang Palace reappeared on the mainland.

Han Ling'er stood in front of the square. She has become the new hall master and will continue to lead the Taihuang Hall to glory.

Below are countless members of the Taihuang Hall, but compared to before, the number has dropped sharply, which makes people feel a little embarrassed.

In the great battle a month ago, although the Hall of Great Desolation was preserved, its foundation had already been damaged.

Han Ling'er spoke calmly, without any passionate speeches or mobilization.

She just spoke some very common words, talking about the not-so-long history of Taihuang Temple.

Everyone listened quietly, those who could stay were the elite among the elite, who survived the test of blood and fire.

After finishing speaking, Han Ling'er was already tearful.

It is obvious to all how difficult it is for the Taihuang Palace to come to this day. At the poorest time, even a piece of Yunling Stone could not be produced.

But when everything gradually got better, some people disappeared so silently.

Sadness seemed to be contagious, and soon everyone fell into great sadness.

In front of the solitary grave, Su Feng sat on the ground casually, with two wine bowls in front of him, empty wine jars were already piled up around him, and the acrid smell of inferior wine lingered in the air for a long time.

"We agreed to die in the same year, the same month, and the same day, but I'm sorry, I can't seem to do it. But don't worry, someone will pay the price for this!" After drinking the last bowl of wine, Su Feng turned and left.

Not long after, another person came, it was Mr. Yun, and he also brought a lot of wine, bad wine.

Seeing the empty wine jars on the ground, he was slightly taken aback, and after glancing at the direction Su Feng left, he sat down silently, drinking one bowl after another.

He also said something similar to Su Feng, then turned and left.

A gust of wind blew by, the cracked spear trembled slightly, and then returned to calm.

This solitary tomb may be the last evidence of his existence.

(End of this chapter)