After the ascent failed

Chapter 893
"Mo Yao, dead!"

Among the crowd, there was a shocking voice, no one could have expected this result.

Mo Yao, the young master of the Lingxiao Realm, the leader of the younger generation in the Human Sovereign Realm, is the dazzling genius who has the most hope of ascending to the Immortal Realm in the Lingxiao Realm for tens of thousands of years.

In this battle, he was assisted by the will of the Mahayana, and he also had the most powerful spiritual treasures such as the True Spirit Sword, which gave him an absolute advantage.

However, he was ultimately defeated and killed.

This young master of the Lingxiao Realm, a genius with outstanding talents, fell here.All the Void-Returning Elders in the Lingxiao Realm were also beheaded.

There was silence in the hall, and everyone's eyes were on the golden giant, that little-known young man who possessed such tyrannical strength.

Lord Youming's face was extremely ugly. He originally thought that Mo Yao could win, and with the help of the latter, he could successfully get rid of Ye Chunyang and take Gu Qian back to his side.

As a result, Mo Yao was instantly killed and was vulnerable.

This made a series of plans of Lord Nether had to be rethought.

In mid-air, the golden giant's brilliance receded, and Ye Chunyang's soul flew out at this time, returning to his body.

His complexion was a little pale. Although Mo Yao was killed in this battle, controlling the statue consumed a lot of his soul. Now his soul is weak and it will take some time to recover.

Luo Qingcheng hurriedly supported Ye Chunyang, mobilizing his spiritual power to recover his true essence.

Gu Qian moved her body and wanted to move forward, but finally stopped, a wry smile flashed in her eyes.

"How are you? Are you okay? Are you feeling better?" Luo Qingcheng asked softly.

"I'm fine." Ye Chunyang shook his head slightly.

Under the transmission of Luo Qingcheng's true energy, his breath recovered a little.

He raised his head and looked at the field. Everyone couldn't help lowering their heads. No one dared to look at him. Those forces that originally intended to support Ling Xiaojie also quietly took a few steps back to express their position.

The surrounding area was quiet, only the Nether clan and his party stood there, a little abrupt.

Ye Chunyang looked at them.

Lord Youming's face was terribly gloomy. He stood still, staring at Ye Chunyang, then moved away to look at Gu Qian.

"I thought I would get you, but I didn't expect you to make a choice after all." Venerable Nether said slowly.

Gu Qianmei looked at Lord Nether, frowned slightly, and did not respond.

She is very grateful for the life-saving grace of the other party. When she was exiled in the Nether Realm, if there was no Lord Nether to save her, she might not be alive today.But at the same time, he also planted a forbidden spell on her, trying to use her to achieve his goals, so at the double cultivation ceremony that day, the grievances between the two were cleared up, and Gu Qian didn't want to have any entanglements with the Nether Race.

Without getting the response he wanted, Lord Nether's heart gradually turned cold. He took a deep look at Gu Qian for the last time, then turned around and said, "Let's go."

The three elders of the Nether clan followed closely behind.

The expressions of the monks from all sides flickered, and some people looked at the golden giant in the palace with greed in their eyes.This giant is a condensed form of thirteen Mahayana statues. It is impossible to say that there is no heartbeat.

But after sweeping Ye Chunyang again, those greedy people only felt a chill, and immediately extinguished the thoughts in their hearts.

Is Ling Xiaojie and his party strong enough?
As a result, they all perished.

Is there anyone here who can guarantee the strength to surpass them?
Although treasures are good, life is more important. After all, there is more than one fairy trail on this island, and treasures may be found in other places as well.

So everyone dispersed and rushed out of the palace one after another.

However, at this moment, unexpected changes happened.

The earth trembled suddenly, and around the fairy pavilion, streaks of dark magic fog rose into the sky, turned into light nets, covered them from the sky, and instantly covered everyone in them.

The faces of the people changed, and before they could react, formation flags suddenly floated in the void, and then a series of demons turned into sharp beams of light and pierced down, and some monks with slightly lower cultivation were directly strangled on the spot.

"who!"

Someone opened their mouths to shout, but saw a huge sword appearing across the sky from outside the hall, and slashed down from a distance. The red-flaming sword light touched everyone's body in two.

Looking at this scene, Ye Chunyang's expression changed slightly, and he pulled Luo Qingcheng, Gu Qian and others back.

"Slaying Spirit Sword! It's from the Ancient Spirit Race!"

Ye Chunyang's heart sank when he heard the mysterious man's voice in his mind.

"How does the ancient spirit know we are here?" Ye Chunyang asked.

"This family was originally responsible for guarding Penglai Xiandao. It couldn't be easier to find you. At this time, the attack should be to wipe out everyone."

The mysterious man responded: "The ancient spirits have mastered the restrictions on the island, so we can't fight against them, find a way to get out!"

Ye Chunyang's eyes flickered, and he looked up into the sky.

Right now the entire fairy pavilion is banned and closed, and it is almost impossible to escape.

"My lord, what should we do now?"

On the side of the Nether clan, the Great Elder You Ming exclaimed in surprise, some of those who were killed by a sword just now were in the late stage of returning to the void, and they didn't even have the slightest resistance.

Lord Nether's face turned cold, and he flew forward, but when he touched the magic mist, he was also shocked back.

"Magic?"

Lord Nether raised his eyebrows, and at the same time, there was a soft cry from outside the hall.

"I didn't expect Lord Youming to come here as a clone. It's surprising." A cloud of black mist drifted, and Dacheng Shengmo appeared in midair, looking at Lord Youming in surprise.

"Great holy demon?" Lord Nether frowned, staring at the other party and said: "Why, is it possible that the demons also want to start a war with my Nether race?"

"Hehehe... Lord Youming was joking. You and I are allies. How can I do something to hurt my allies? I came here today just because I was entrusted by someone to get something." Test smiled.

In the spiritual world war in ancient times, the Demon Race and the Nether Race once reached a consensus, and the two races were considered to have some friendship.

At this time, Luo Bai also appeared, followed by a group of experts from the ancient spirit clan.

Venerable Nether narrowed his eyes slightly, then looked at Dacheng Shengmo, and said: "In this case, please untie the formation, if you read correctly, this heavenly formation seems to be the supreme formation of your demon race. , Your Excellency did not hesitate to use this, which surprised this deity."

"Tie the sky array!"

Hearing Lord Nether's words, all forces were shaken. Some older monks were no strangers to this magic formation. It was recorded in the sect's classics that countless strong men had fallen under this formation.

"Haha." Dacheng Shengmo laughed wildly, "it's no problem to release the restriction and let the Lord go out, but as I said just now, this trip is to get some things, as long as the things are in hand, the formation will naturally be removed .”

At this point, Dacheng Shengmo looked at Lord Youming with a smile that was not a smile, and said: "Speaking of which, what I want to take next seems to be in the hands of the Lord."

Lord Nether frowned, then understood something, and said in a cold voice, "You want the Penglai Immortal Talisman?"

"Exactly." Dacheng Shengmo swept away everyone in the arena, and smiled playfully: "As long as you are willing to hand over the Penglai Immortal Talisman, I can let you leave safely."

On the other side, Luo Bai looked down, raised his hand towards Mo Yao's corpse, and the Penglai Fairy Talisman on the latter's body flew into his hand.

"There are still seven left." Luo Bai glanced at everyone, and the Spirit Slaying Sword in his hand exuded a solemn murderous aura.

Lord You Ming's face turned cold, and he sneered at Dacheng Shengmo and Mo Bai, and said, "I do have a Penglai Immortal Talisman in my hand, you want it, do you have the ability?"

The smile on Dacheng Shengmo's face faded little by little, the previous playfulness disappeared, and his eyes gradually became cold.

"If that's the case, I'm afraid the avatar of the lord will stay here today." Dacheng Shengmo said coldly.

Immediately raised his hand and waved, "Do it!"

Luo Bai let out a smirk, and shook the Spirit Slaying Sword in his hand, the blood-red light cut through the space, and slashed towards everyone with incomparable force.

At the same time, a group of masters of the ancient spirit race rushed out one after another.

The people present are not ordinary people, and all the people who can come here are the top powerhouses of various forces. Naturally, it is impossible to sit and wait for death.

But soon the monks of various forces found that the mana in their bodies was greatly suppressed, and the strength they exerted was less than two or three tenths of the usual strength. Looking up, they saw the magic mist surging in the sky. Once the spiritual power was released, it would be eaten away by it immediately.

The Heavenly Demon Formation arranged by Dacheng Shengmo has the effect of restraining everyone's mana!
The shock of the crowd was no small matter, and they hurriedly withdrew their mana and retreated, but it was too late at this time, Luo Bai came with the Spirit Slaying Sword, and the masters of the ancient spirit clan launched a lore attack one after another.

For a moment, screams continued to be heard from all parties, the scene was one-sided, and most of the people were killed or injured in a blink of an eye.

"Shhhhh!"

There was a bright rainbow in the void, Luo Bai held the Spirit Slaying Sword in his hand, and instantly slashed three strikes, causing blood mist to fly everywhere he went.

His sword energy targeted the Celestial Star Clan and the Barbarian Clan, and the strong men of the two tribes joined forces to resist, but it was useless. The terrifying Jianhong directly cut all the strong men of the two tribes in half, and the Nascent Soul and Dongtian strangled together.

The Spirit Slaying Sword is the most precious treasure of the fairy clan. It exists at the level of a fairy sword. It is easy to kill the Void Returning cultivator. What's more, after being suppressed by the Shuantian Demon Formation, everyone's mana cannot be used normally. How can they resist?
The Tianxing clan and the barbarian clan were destroyed, and Luo Bai immediately had two more Penglai fairy talismans in his hands, and then he swept his eyes again, looking at the Tianpeng clan, Xuanji Palace and the Zhenfeng clan.

"what?"

Suddenly, Luo Bai let out a cry of surprise, and looked at Ye Yao in the True Phoenix Clan with some surprise, "It's surprising that the True Phoenix Clan still has descendants who can inherit the blood of the True Spirit. It is also slightly useful.”

Luo Bai sneered, appeared in front of Ye Yao in a flash, raised his hand and grabbed her.

"Young master, let's go!"

In front of Yu Zhifei, the real phoenix feathers flashed, protecting Ye Yao behind her.

"roll!"

With a wave of Luo Bai's giant sword, the huge sword glow slashed down in the air, the real phoenix plume was on the verge of falling, and Yu Zhi immediately vomited blood and flew away.

And Luo Bai's hand had already landed on Ye Yao's shoulder.

(End of this chapter)