After the immortal disappeared

"Don't forget, Bai Ziqi will be back soon." He Lingchuan had already begun to make plans, "His target is both me and Master Qianhuan, so I might as well save some energy for him."

His subordinates all thought that he was still plotting against Yao Kingdom.

Thinking that it was too late, Yao Kingdom was a thing of the past, and he had already planned on Bai Ziqi.

Wang Fubao couldn't help but ask: "Lord, what about here?"

Wan Qiliang said contemptuously: "Use your brain. At this time, which fool would want to enter Tianshui City?"

Wang Fubao glared angrily and stumbled out of habit: "Just because we won't enter doesn't mean there aren't idiots who don't want to enter!"

"We will leave this place to the snipe and clams for now." He Lingchuan looked at Tianshui City in the night, "We will be back soon."

A few words of understatement concealed the murderous aura.

Wan Qifeng and others looked at him, unable to hide the admiration in their eyes.

The Lord entered Yao this time. There were more than a dozen people when he came and a dozen people when he left, but he turned the prosperous Yao country upside down and fell into ruin!

King Yao, Qingyang, Bai Tan, and the God of Heaven are all part of his plan.

Even the tempo of this great turmoil secretly planned by Qingyang was actually controlled by He Lingchuan. He must blast accurately at the critical moment to create an irreversible situation.

Such a character is respectable and terrifying.

Fortunately, fortunately, such a character is their lord.

Wan Qiliang and others were even more excited.

The Lord always keeps his word and if he says he will come again in the future, he will definitely come. So, what will it be like when the Lord leads them to Tianshui City again?

Just imagining it is worth looking forward to.

…

Yao Palace.

The formation of the Frost Immortal Palace has been completely destroyed. Almost all the beautiful palaces and high walls have been bulldozed, leaving only a few broken walls. The landscape here seems to have been smashed by a cluster of meteorites, with large and small craters everywhere.

The battlefield spread all the way to Yuquan Palace and the vast Imperial Garden at the rear. Even the trees were not spared as far as the eye could see.

The power of this battle is shocking and terrifying.

The cold spring is still there, but the sea of ​​fog has disappeared, revealing corpses scattered all over the ground.

The gods fight, causing disaster to the fish in the pond.

Most of the courtiers in Shuangxian Palace died, and the remaining dozen huddled behind the broken wall, shivering.

Did that earth-shattering battle just now really happen in the human world?

King Yao was lying on the ground, dying, with only You Rongzhi beside him.

He looked up at the white light disappearing in the sky, his face full of disbelief.

Ran away?

The immortal's external appearance actually, actually left him and ran away?

Qingyang was supported by Yuan Xuan as he approached. The clothes on his shoulders and abdomen were stained with blood, and his expression was a little weak.

In the battle just now, more than thirty Qingwei people died, and even she was seriously injured; Bai Tan herself was fine and only suffered some flesh wounds.

Bai Tan ignored the bleeding from his wounds and knelt down with the temple soldiers:

"Thank you God for your protection!"

His face was respectful, but his heart was bleeding. In this rebellion, of course, he brought his confidants and elites into the palace. There were only about 500 people in total. They were his most loyal and reliable force, but more than 300 people died. Even if three or four thousand of the city patrol troops outside the palace died, he would not feel so distressed.

The temple soldiers suffered more than 800 casualties, some of whom were affected by the fight between the gods, and some who died of exhaustion of their essence, energy, and blood borrowed by the goddess Fenghe.

The person Bai Tan knelt down to was not the goddess Fenghe, but a Qingwei beside Qingyang!

This man is called Wang Liang. He has an ordinary appearance and average cultivation. He is not outstanding among the Qingwei. Now he is covered in glory. His right arm is cut off at shoulder level. There is a big hole in his abdomen, which almost penetrates to his back. Half of his face is unknown. It was eaten away by something, and the exposed bones were all green.

An ordinary person would have been unconscious for such a serious injury, but the remaining half of his face looked indifferent, as if he felt no pain at all.

He even stood in front of Qingyang, without even looking at Bai Tan who was kneeling on the ground. He just looked back at King Yao and said, "Pack this kind of stuff, and you have to force me to go down to the realm myself!"

The dissatisfaction is palpable.

"Thank you for your hard work, God. Your efforts will not be in vain, and the harvest in the future will definitely far exceed expectations." Qingyang bowed his head and saluted him instead, "Best regards, God!"

Wang Liang snorted and suddenly walked towards a broken wall, kicking away the rubble.

The Frost Immortal Palace has collapsed, the ruins and rubble are scattered all over the ground, and there are debris everywhere. Wang Liang picked up a branch casually, as if picking something up from the ground.

It was very dark and no one else could see anything unusual, but Bai Tan took a closer look and found a spider on the branch, which was only as big as a fingernail.

In this hill-like pile of debris, the little spider was as inconspicuous as dust, but Wang Liang studied it carefully.

As he watched, cyan foam suddenly appeared from the spider, and it instantly disappeared into nothingness.

"It's the burrow spider's spy! Someone has been secretly monitoring this place."

Burrowing spider? Qingyang raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard the name.

After speaking, Wang Liang raised his head and opened his mouth, and a ball of silver light seeped out from the seven orifices, flew straight to the sky, and disappeared into the thick clouds.

In the battle against the giant snake, the clone of the god was consumed a lot, and with a little bit of strength left, he reluctantly returned to the divine realm.

Immediately afterwards, Wang Liang screamed, and the skin on his face began to fall off.

Even if he is a spare skin, the power of the gods is not so easy to bear. Now that the god has left, he will have to bear the pain of disintegration.

Wang Liang had to fully experience how Lu Shishi died after Bai Zhan Tian Shen left that year.

But before he could scream in pain for the second time, Qingyang pulled out Yuan Xuan's long knife and chopped off his head.

This kind of suffering is unbearable for human beings, so let's just give it a quick death.

With just this one move, Qingyang's wound was pulled, and she frowned in pain, but she still said: "In today's battle, Wang Liang has made contributions, and the fifty Qingwei who died have made contributions. I will report to the emperor and give preferential treatment to their families!"

This was said to the remaining Qingwei.

She glanced at the ground again:

Wulinghe, who was originally possessed by the goddess Fenghe, fell in a pile of rubble with his eyes wide open. The fatal injury was a big bloody hole on his chest, which could fit a person's head.

This was the wound left by the trident, but there was no blood because the wound was frozen by frost.

The clone of the goddess Fenghe died directly in the battle just now and failed to return to the divine world!

For the goddess Fenghe, this was a major loss, and it might even cause a significant reduction in the strength of the original body.

The two clones of the gods, plus Qingyang and more than a thousand soldiers with Yuanli, were able to drive away the giant snake Dharma image of the Qianhuan Zhenren!

He is indeed worthy of being one of the leaders of the ancient immortals and Lingshan. His Dharma image alone is so powerful.

She approached King Yao and looked down at him.

King Yao's eyes were full of resentment. Every time he breathed, his lungs were like a broken bellows: "Why, why..."

He refused to accept it, even if he died.

"I said it before, I am here to help you." Help you recognize your own duties.