She Made The Whole Cultivation World Cry

The sea of ​​blood surged into the sky, crushing everything tyrannically, and the entire realm began to collapse from the center of the sea of ​​blood.

Everyone was horrified when they saw this, their eyes were filled with blood, the surrounding demons screamed, and they exploded one after another. The seriously injured monks had blood marks on their bodies, and their blood and energy separated from their bodies, and they shattered into pieces like stone statues.

"Scarlet Sun Sect, stand back!"

Ye Tianlang didn't hesitate, and used his blood-stained hands to hit the Suzaku copper ring. When the copper ring was shaking and about to collapse, he forcefully activated the field to protect the surrounding monks.

"Be careful, bell!"

Pei Shengyue pulled Jiang Ling'er away, waved a tiger talisman, and the white tiger talisman roared into the sky.

The monks in the North Pole Palace frowned, their fingertips were stained with blood, and they frantically strummed the strings to arouse dense sound waves.

The female cultivator of the Feng family opened the center of her eyebrows, turning her essence and blood into ink, and her pen filled all directions.

The two boys from the Wu family clashed with their axes, creating brilliant sparks. The Luofu sword was neatly trimmed, the long sword passed through the palms of the hands, and the sword formation reached the sky!

"Senior Sister Wu'an!"

Zhuge Ziqian held Mo Baichun in his arms, and everyone worked together. The surrounding armored machines vibrated, and instantly turned into a large steel bowl, which fell upside down.

"Ghost King, help me!"

Regardless of the frailty of the ghost's body, the cicada spirit sacrificed its body to the ghost king of the underworld, resisting the sea of ​​blood.

"Amitabha……"

With the sound of the Buddha's name, the Vajra Dharma suddenly shines brightly.

Zhuo Qingfeng and Xie Jingshan clashed their swords, using the wind and sword intent to transform into a vast sea of ​​blood.

Jiang Yuebai made a flower basket, Lu Nanzhi grabbed the sword pendant of the cockroach, the water of the Underworld Sea poured in, and the flowers of the Hundred Flowers Domain bloomed one by one on the bottom of the sea, stretching for hundreds of miles!

Shi Yuming stood in the center of the crowd, his iron rod stuck on the ground, his arms shook, and the sound was like a bell.

"The five mountains control the mountains and rivers!"

boom!

The five mountains rose from the ground and violently collided with the surging blood waves. Under the surging blood waves, rays of light of various colors bloomed from all directions one by one, soaring into the sky and extremely bright.

However, the blood wave was fierce and domineering, and the five mountains collapsed. Shi Yuming vomited blood and retreated, his whole body cracked.

Ye Tianlang's Suzaku copper ring shattered and hit the ground with serious injuries.

"Katsutsuki!"

Pei Shengyue and the White Tiger Master were swallowed up by the blood wave. Jiang Ling'er screamed and rushed forward without hesitation.

Screams and roars followed one after another, and everything was mercilessly drowned by the waves of blood until everything calmed down naturally.

The blood wave slowly receded, and there was silence between heaven and earth.

The wind whistled, and the air was filled with the smell of burnt blood. The survivors climbed up from the ruins, stroking their bodies in confusion and horror, their faces covered in blood, scanning the devastated land and the bits and pieces of broken spell barriers.

The ground was covered with fire and blackened, and the once crowded hillside suddenly became empty.

"Senior Brother Ye! Come on, where are Jiang's people? Come on and save him!"

The surviving monks of the Scarlet Sun Sect held Ye Tianlang's charred body. No matter how hard they tried, they could not stop the blood spilling all over his body. Next to him was the completely broken Suzaku copper ring.

Except for him, the remaining four monks of the Scarlet Sun Sect were all fine.

"Linger! Bell--"

Pei Shengyue's sad cry suddenly came from not far away. Her hair was disheveled and her body was dirty. She was kneeling on the ground facing the broken apricot branches, but there was no trace of Jiang Ling'er.

She still remembered that at the last moment when she was swallowed by the blood wave, Jiang Ling'er used a secret method to change places, directly replaced her, and died for her.

The surviving disciples of the Jinlan Sect and the Jiang family collapsed on the ground, covering their faces and crying bitterly.

In the Arctic Palace, the Feng clan and the Wu clan heard cries of grief. At the Zhuge family's position, only half of the large upside-down bowl made of steel remained in tatters.

Zhuge Ziying frantically searched for traces of the cicada spirit in the ruins, but couldn't find it. He could only angrily slap the fragments of the armor in the ruins.

Mo Baichun broke away from Zhuge Ziqian's arms and saw that his back was bloody and bloody, with deep scars visible on the bones. She was cold-blooded and her eyes were red. She couldn't say anything, but was afraid and trembling. After feeding him the pill, Angry and distressed, he beat Zhuge Zigan's arm.

Zhuge Ziqian's face was pale, but he still smiled faintly, and wiped away Mo Baichun's tears with his bloody hands.

Most of the sword cultivators of the Luofu Sword Sect also died. Three monks from the Vajra Terrace protected a dozen of them, and they were seriously injured and could not be treated.

The members of the Guiyuan Sword Sect and Xie Jingshan were all protected by the domains of Jiang Yuebai and Lu Nazhi. Except for the damage to the flower basket and the fish pendant, everyone was safe.

But when Jiang Yuebai put away his territory and looked for Shi Yuming, he only saw his iron rod stuck alone in the scorched earth, surrounded by people who were still in shock but were lucky enough to survive.

Although he knew it might all be fake, Jiang Yuebai's nose still felt sore when he really saw this scene. He tilted his head and couldn't bear to watch anymore. He couldn't stop thinking, why must there be a war?

Lu Nanzhi also had a sad face. He raised his hand and patted Jiang Yuebai's shoulder. He didn't know what he was thinking. His eyes gradually deepened as he looked at the bloody demonic energy remaining on the ground.

Xie Jingshan walked over, pulled out Shi Yuming's iron rod, took a deep breath, closed his eyes and tilted his head, holding back his grief.

When he opened his eyes again, Xie Jingshan's eyes had a more determined look, and the idea of ​​​​sword saving the world and ending the war became stronger in his heart.

Jiang Yuebai let go of his spiritual consciousness and scanned the surroundings. The demons were all wiped out. Although the casualties were heavy, they were not as tragic as Jiang Yuebai expected.

I saw strange monks covered in dirt everywhere in the crowd. They used various strange objects to form protection and saved many people.

Jiang Yuebai suddenly realized when he saw one of the men with a crooked neck carrying a big iron pot on his back.

He is from the Ruyi Sect!

They had never appeared before. Could it be that they were... trying to dig a tunnel underground to escape?

Ruyimen is proficient in various miscellaneous studies, especially the art of Qimen Dunjia.

Boom!

The world suddenly shook violently, and everyone staggered. Jiang Yuebai and Lu Nazhi held each other's arms to stand firm.

Click! Kaka!

Waves of heart-stopping shattering sounds were heard from under their feet and above their heads at the same time. Everyone looked up in horror and saw that the sky, which was red with blood and fire, was rapidly breaking apart, covered with spiderweb-like bloody cracks.

The remaining trees in the forest swayed this way and that, like an earth dragon turning over, the earth was torn apart, and the void storm suddenly became violent. Some people were caught off guard and fell into the abyss rift, and were instantly torn into pieces by the void storm.

"This world is going to be destroyed!"

Someone exclaimed, and there was a huge uproar. Everyone was at a loss and could only panic on the spot.

Jiang Yuebai narrowed his eyes slightly and saw runes flashing behind the cracks in the sky and the earth, like a fishing net wrapping the shattering glass ball, keeping it 'as is' for the time being.

"The world-protecting formation is still there, we still have time!"

Pei Shengyue came out of her grief, holding broken apricot branches in her arms, with tears on her face, she stood up and spoke to everyone on the hillside.

At the same time, from the cracks in the earth and sky, black mist rolled out again, and the demons made a comeback.

In the blink of an eye, the billowing magic mist boils like a sea, and the encirclement is about to close again.

Everyone knows that the fight cannot continue and must find a way to escape from this world.

Many people used Poyun Chong and tried to rush out from the cracks in the void everywhere, but the light from the realm array shone brightly, knocking away those people's PoYun Chong.

The realm formation has been activated, protecting the realm from destruction while also trapping them in it.

Pei Shengyue suddenly looked to the southwest. That was the gap in the demon's encirclement, and it was also the direction with the fewest demon troops at the moment.

Jiang Yuebai didn't know what Pei Shengyue's basis was, so she just raised her arms and shouted.

"Everyone, follow me and fight out!"

"etc!"

Jiang Yuebai tried to stop him, but Pei Shengyue had already led people from the Chiri Sect and the Jiang family to quickly break out of the encirclement.

Compared to a little-known person like her, Jinlan Sect Pei Shengyue had long been famous in the upper world, and most of the surviving monks trusted her and followed her to break out of the encirclement.

This includes people from Chiri Sect, Beiji Palace, Feng family and Wu family who lead Ye Tianlang.

The situation was urgent, and Jiang Yuebai and the others could not drag everyone to explain that the demon army had regrouped and came to kill them.

Jiang Yuebai saw people from the Zhuge family supporting each other, as well as five members of the Guiyuan Sword Sect and three seriously injured monks from the Vajra Platform. They all looked at her with trusting eyes.

The male Ruyi Sect cultivator with a crooked neck also stayed where he was with the other Ruyi Sect cultivators, looking uncertainly at Pei Shengyue and the others, then at Jiang Yuebai, counting something with his fingers.

There are some scattered monks around, all the survivors who were protected by Jiang Yuebai and Lu Nazhi in the field just now. They are grateful to Jiang Yuebai and are willing to protect her.

Among them are Chu Xin, who has recognized Jiang Yuebai, and Xingchou, who has not recognized Jiang Yuebai.

Under the gaze of nearly two hundred people, Jiang Yuebai clenched his fists and felt heavy in his heart. For the first time since his practice, he felt the pressure and restraint of not taking a wrong step.

Taking a deep breath, Jiang Yuebai retracted his gaze and turned his head towards the northeast.

"Come with me!"