After the ascent failed

Chapter 589
"boom!"

A huge wave of light swept across the sky, and the flags in the hands of Taoist Dengxuan, Gu Qian and others were all shattered.

Gu Qian's complexion was pale when a terrible mana impact struck, and he suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, falling downward.

With her Golden Core cultivation base, she is too small in front of the strong Earth Immortals.

Just a mana aftermath can seriously injure her.

"Sister Gu!"

"Gu Daoyou!"

Ye Yao exclaimed, and hurriedly drove towards Gu Qian to catch her.

At the same time, Qingchen turned into a spirit sword, emitting bursts of blue light, and carried the two of them back.

"I didn't expect that there are still some people who are loyal to him in the Demon God Realm. Since he hides like a turtle, I have no choice but to let you bury him with him."

Mo Yao stood proudly in mid-air, holding a golden sacred lotus in his hand, as if a god descended from the sky.

He looked at Ye Yao, Gu Qian and the others indifferently, and the Jinlian spiritual pressure was slowly released, suppressing the sky.

With a sound of "嗖", a streak of green flowers suddenly flashed out, and the Qingchen sword flashed in front of Gu Qian, and with a sharp edge, it greeted the Fanjin Shenglian.

"A mere sword spirit, like an ant!"

Seeing the Qingchen sword coming through the air, Mo Yao's eyes flashed with contempt.

With a flick of the fingers, the golden glow of the Fanjin Shenglian skyrocketed, turning into golden raindrops and rolling down wildly.

An ear-shattering explosion sounded, and in the void, the cyan sword light was instantly covered by golden light. Mo Yao turned his palm, and fine cracks appeared on the surface of the Qingchen sword, which was about to turn into fly ash.

"Qingchen!"

Gu Qian's eyes were red, and he wanted to call Qing Chen, but it was too late.

"Buzz!"

A heavy low cry resounded in the void, and the sword energy was filled with mournful sounds. The next moment, the Qingchen sword's light dimmed, and the sword body turned into two pieces.

Looking at the gradually dimming cyan sword in the sky, Gu Qian looked desolate.

Qing Chen has followed her for many years, although they are not masters and servants, they have already connected with each other, unexpectedly now Qing Chen is buying this short time for her at her own expense.

Gu Qian has a strong personality, but she couldn't help but her eyes were red as she watched Qing Chen fall.

She stared blankly at the broken Qingchen sword, there was no trace of sword spirit in it, but she still reached out to take the remaining half, and put it into the Qiankun bag with great care.

"go!"

A loud shout came from beside his ears, and Bai Feng and Han Xiaoxiao flew over hand in hand. When Bai Feng pressed the Qiankun bag, there was a loud sound of wind bursting continuously from the sleeve robe, as if some terrible method was brewing.

"Your grandfather, relying on a doppelgänger to dominate here, this is to drive the old man crazy!"

Bai Feng roared ferociously, and saw a red light flying out of his Qiankun bag, turning into a bloody talisman and rising into the sky.

"Boom!" There was a violent vibration, the sky flashed with spiritual light, and the surrounding mountains and rivers shook.

"Holy Blood Talisman!"

"When did this kid take the Holy Blood Talisman away again?"

Seeing this scene, the three old immortals in Bloody Holy Land looked at each other in blank dismay.

"It's already at this time, do you care when he took the holy blood talisman? As long as he can stop Mo Yao, even if this is the last holy blood talisman, so what?"

"Everyone, give him mana quickly. Although the holy blood talisman is powerful, but Baifeng is not strong enough, he will inevitably be backlashed by the talisman!"

"That's right, with our help, even if it doesn't last long, it's still enough for him to fully display the power of the Holy Blood Talisman."

The three of them chatted quickly, and then gave an order, and all the experts in the Holy Land of Blood flew out, casting their spells, and the vast magic power rushed towards Bai Feng.

Although the Holy Blood Talisman is strong, Bai Feng's cultivation must not be able to resist its backlash. At this time, everyone needs to work together.

Moreover, everyone in Bloody Holy Land has the same technique, and sending mana to Baifeng will not have any impact.

Bai Feng was stunned for a moment, feeling a little unbearable, suddenly a surge of force was added to his body, and without any hesitation, he slammed out the formula.

A round of blood-red light swept wildly, with the white phoenix as the center, the sky and the earth were filled with scarlet, up to the high mountains and down to the deep sea, the blood of countless monsters was drawn out by the talisman, turned into pillars of blood and gathered in the talisman.

"Boom!"

Huge light waves converged in one place and exploded with a bang, instantly scorched earth for a hundred miles around, and the coercion of the Tongtian Lingbao shrouded in the sky was also weakened by a few minutes.

"Amulet?"

Some surprise flashed in Mo Yao's eyes.

"A talisman of this level can only be refined in the spirit world. There is no corresponding material in the lower world. It seems that it was left by an ascended monk in the demon god world."

"However, after so many years, the power of this talisman has been reduced by more than half. It is really insignificant. Against me, there is only a dead end in the end."

Mo Yao shook his head and said disdainfully, while speaking, he spread his five fingers lightly, and the Vatican Gold Holy Lotus immediately spun and flew out.

The golden and red rays of light intertwined together, and the spiritual pressure in the void was like a sea, shaking the sky and the earth. Seeing this, all the monks retreated one after another, but they were still quickly submerged by the aftermath, and many people turned into blood mist and exploded on the spot.

Immediately afterwards, under the suppression of the golden light, the blood-colored rainbow quickly flew back at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it quickly became thinner just like the enchantment just now.

"Flying the tree, since you are looking for death, then I will help you!"

Looking down at the white phoenix, Mo Yao swung the Vatican Gold Holy Lotus in the air, a large piece of golden brilliance surged down, and several huge mountains below instantly turned into powder and collapsed.

Obviously, the Holy Blood Talisman failed to do him any harm.

Bai Feng was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect that even the holy blood talisman could not stop him, but he wouldn't be so stupid as to really fight a strong earth immortal, then he touched the Qiankun bag, all kinds of talismans The capital is generally thrown out in one go.

The densely packed one, at least hundreds of them, exploded one by one in the air.

Even Mo Yao, who came from the spiritual world, saw that someone could sacrifice so many talismans at once, and a gleam of disbelief flashed in his eyes.

He quickly picked up a formula, and the golden light suddenly turned into lightning, rushing down among the talismans like a sharp sword.

"Puff puff" several muffled sounds came out, and all the talismans disappeared in an instant, but the strange thing was that Bai Feng also disappeared without a trace at this time.

Not only that, Taoist Dengxuan, Gu Qian and others also disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Everyone seemed to have evaporated, and the surroundings were empty.

Mo Yao glanced around, his face gloomy.

Suddenly, a sharp light flashed in his eyes, and he sneered, "You want to hide it from my eyes, even if it's just a mere illusion talisman?"

Before he finished speaking, Mo Yao's figure flickered, appearing hundreds of miles away as if teleporting, and a ray of light from his fingertips darted in.

Suddenly there was a piercing sound in the void, and the space trembled slightly, showing a group of monks from the Northern Territory who were flying away.

"I said, if Ye Chunyang doesn't show up, I'll kill you all." Mo Yao looked at everyone with indifference like a judgment fairy who came across the border.

"Let's go everyone!"

Daoist Dengxuan stepped forward with a single step, and the aura in his body surged. He drew a formula with both hands, and an ancient bronze lamp faintly appeared in front of him.

The aura of this ancient lamp is extremely extraordinary, and it is obviously a magic weapon of some kind of high rank.

After offering the ancient lamp, Daoist Dengxuan sat cross-legged on the spot, with a calm and natural expression, as if what he was facing was not a desperate situation, but an extraordinary practice of meditation.

But at this moment, his eyes were full of firmness, and nothing could shake him. After the magic formula was played, the ancient bronze lamp showed a simple and vast aura, just like the Qingchen sword just now, with an indomitable momentum, he went straight to Mo Yao attack.

"Unbelievable!"

Mo Yao showed sarcasm, without looking at Taoist Dengxuan, he flicked his fingers casually.

With a loud bang, the light of the ancient bronze lamp suddenly faded, hanging in the air motionless, while Taoist Dengxuan's eyes were numb, his arms hung down unnaturally, and the breath of life gradually dissipated.

"Uncle Dengxuan!"

Gu Qian turned her head and looked at the slightly skinny figure of the old man in Taoist clothes, feeling hard to calm down.

Taoist Dengxuan's face was very peaceful, without any pain, but never angry.

It never occurred to Gu Qian that Taoist Dengxuan, who had targeted her everywhere in the past and hated her and Ye Chunyang because of Zhang Wuchen's death, would make such a decision to exchange his life for them to escape.

"Can you escape?" Mo Yao sneered lightly, and waved his hand to cast a formula.

Suddenly, there were countless streamers flashing around Gu Qian, and then his body involuntarily rose into the air, and was restrained in mid-air.

"According to the information I got, it seems that you are Ye Chunyang's confidante in the Demon God Realm, right? I wonder how he will feel if I kill you?"

Mo Yao put one hand behind his back, and with the other hand, he cast a spell across the air, looking at Gu Qian lightly.

Gu Qian looked in pain, she tried desperately to mobilize her mana, but her cultivation level was far from Mo Yao's, and she couldn't get rid of his magic formula at all.

Below, Ye Yao, Bai Feng and others all showed determination.

Among them, the only cultivator in the Dongtian Realm was dead, and it was impossible to compete with Mo Yao. Even though they knew that an egg hits a rock, they would not sit still.

"Ye Chunyang, do you still want to hide and be a turtle?"

"Don't you want to take revenge for the curse I planted in your body back then? My avatar descended into the lower realm just to kill you. Why, don't you dare to come out and fight me now?"

Mo Yao shouted sharply.

His voice echoed in the air, but there was no response for a long time.

"If you want to kill him, step over my corpse first!" Gu Qianhan said in a voice.

Although restrained, she looked determined.

"Hehe, you are so stupid, do you really think that I dare not kill you?"

"Ye Chunyang is a person who deserves to die. It is the same in the spirit world, and it is also the same in the demon god world. All of you will die."

Looking at Gu Qian's fearless face, Mo Yao's face was cold. Why are so many people willing to stand by Ye Chunyang's side? No matter in the spirit world or the demon world, he seems to be everyone's belief.

This made Mo Yao very unhappy.

He suddenly raised his hand, and slapped Gu Qian across the air with a giant palm, intending to kill him on the spot.

At this moment, the mutation protruded!
A mysterious force came from nowhere, Mo Yao suddenly turned into nothingness before the wind fell, and everyone who was suppressed by the Vatican Gold Saint Lotus suddenly felt the pressure loosen.

"You really worked so hard to find me."

(End of this chapter)