20demayo Chapter 227 Common Cemetery
Chapter 227 Common Cemetery
Chen Linjian's robes were completely stained with blood, and blood was sliding down from time to time, landing right on Long Yuyin's shoulders.
Long Yuyin was dazed and lifted her eyelids a little, barely able to see the two people in the air. She had completely collapsed on the ground, and now she did not have any intact bones to support her body to fight again.
She looked at the pierced Chen Lin sword, sadness welling up in her heart. After a moment, a figure of a young man emerged in her mind. It was Nie Li.
She smiled sadly, and the Holy Son of Lihuo was already walking slowly towards her. She didn't expect that after their last separation, there would be no chance for them to meet again...
She hated herself for not being strong enough to stop a murderous demon from the Demon God Sect. She hated herself for not living long enough to see Nie Li return.
The Holy Son of Lihuo pulled the sword out of Chen Linjian's head, and Chen Linjian's entire head and various brain tissues exploded together, and then he looked at Long Yuyin.
The Holy Son of Lihuo laughed, and his laughter was so evil that it made people tremble. The fighting force guarding the Soul Palace was basically wiped out, and all this happened in just two minutes. Even the reinforcements of the Yuanshen Sect had not arrived at the Soul Palace yet!
The Holy Son of Lihuo did not kill Long Yuyin directly, but instead condensed a ball of Netherworld ghost fire in his hand and threw it onto the Soul Palace. The fire, which had been gradually dying down, was ignited again in an instant, licking the last soul fire inside.
In the Soul Hall, there was a faint wailing sound, which then turned into a roar. The burning of the Netherworld Ghost Fire caused these unconscious soul fires to begin to scream. The sound gradually disappeared, and the Yuanshen Sect no longer had a Soul Hall. Only half a wall of charred and shaking broken arms and ruins remained.
The Holy Son of Lihuo laughed wildly, but felt a little bored. Looking at Long Yuyin who was crawling on the ground like a reptile, he felt a little disdainful. He had not even used one tenth of his strength, but they were already unable to bear it.
“Yuyin!!!” An old woman’s trembling voice came out. The moment they knew that the Soul Palace was under attack, they rushed here, but what they saw was still just corpses everywhere...
The old woman and the group of Yuanshen Sect elders behind her were simultaneously blinded by the scene in front of them. Their vision began to blur. These dead bodies on the ground were the regenerative power of Yuanshen Sect. They were all their descendants!
They looked at the rampant Son of Fire. He failed last time, but he came back again just a few months later. They were filled with anger and sadness, but they had lost their rationality.
Powerful Heavenly Force burst out from their bodies one after another. The combined power that burst out after burning their life essence was actually constantly approaching the Son of Fire.
"So you humans are always inferior. The essence of life is never endless. The strong always rely on strength!"
The Saint of Lihuo clenched his right hand, and the Netherworld ghost fires scattered everywhere began to move towards him and gather. The invisible force once again lifted the Saint of Lihuo up, ready to deal with the attacks of these old guys in front of him.
The rolling power caused the colorful clouds in the sky to float and swirl together to form a huge thundercloud. The thunder rolled and then sank into the center of the formation formed by several people.
In an instant, everything within a radius of fifty meters began to shake violently, and some smaller objects were overturned.
The large formation headed by the old woman moved towards the Holy Son of Lihuo at an extremely fast speed under the control of a group of people. The Holy Son of Lihuo raised the sword in his hand again, and also rolled up the wind and clouds into a ball. The Holy Son of Lihuo was not afraid but went straight towards the large formation.
Two extremely powerful forces collided with each other, and everything around them was swept away and mixed into the storm formed by the two.
The strong wind swept everything around, and the remaining ruins of the Soul Palace were blown away, turned into dust and merged into the storm.
Upon seeing this, the elders of the Yuanshen Sect began to burn their life energy more violently. They all emitted a fluorescent light that was sometimes strong and sometimes weak. The storm they gathered also expanded during this period. Sparks were actually produced between the friction between the two storms, and the temperature had already exceeded a thousand.
The Netherworld Ghost Fire that was scattered around the Holy Son of Lihuo also began to expand, further increasing the temperature of the environment. Everyone felt a little unbearable, but there was nothing they could do. Only in this way could they fight for a glimmer of hope for the Yuanshen Sect!
The elders in the storm have already seen the younger generations rushing over. Their cultivation is much higher and is enough to deal with the Holy Son of Lihuo.
They also want to survive, but in the current situation, if they stop their own storm, they will be torn to pieces by the Holy Son of Fire in an instant.
If we continue, we might seriously injure the Holy Son of Lihuo!
They smiled at each other, free and determined.
The powerful force of the Heavenly Dao burst out at once. The eye of the storm accommodated the images of six people. They stood at six points of the hexagon. One of the red dots became stronger than the others in an instant.
"Yin'er, live well..."
It was Long Yuyin’s grandmother. Now Long Yuyin was the head of the Longyin family. She had to live well so that the Longyin family would have spiritual support.
Long Yuyin already knew what they were going to do, and tears rolled down her eyes, but her paralyzed body prevented her from making any moves.
The friction between the two storms gradually decreased, and the two storms also offset each other. The power of heaven radiated from them also gradually decreased. Although the Holy Son of Lihuo had the Netherworld Ghost Fire as a source of power, his body could not withstand such a long period of wear and tear.
There was no explosion...
The two storms dissipated calmly, but one side had lost all life, and on the other side, the Holy Son of Fire felt a sweetness in his throat and spat out a mouthful of blood, obviously seriously injured.
The Holy Son of Lihuo looked at the people from the Yuanshen Sect who had rushed over and laughed like crazy. The Yuanshen Sect was just so-so, and if they wanted to defeat him they could only rely on the tactic of human wave.
"The Yuanshen Sect's Soul Palace has been destroyed. Cover my retreat!"
Before retreating, the Holy Son of Lihuo still cast a provocative look at him, as if to say, I can come and go freely, what can you do to me?
After saying this, his men blocked the Holy Son of Lihuo without caring about their own lives. They obeyed their Holy Son's every word, even though they would definitely not survive afterwards!
The subordinates of Saint Lihuo rushed towards the people of Yuanshen Sect like moths to a flame. It must be said that although their cultivation was generally low, they did effectively send Saint Lihuo away.
The Holy Son of Lihuo, dragging his seriously injured body, had disappeared from everyone's sight. The people of Yuanshen Sect quickly killed all the monsters, and the air was filled with the smell of blood.
The entire area of the Soul Palace has completely become a common graveyard for humans and demons...