20demayo Chapter 128: The Destruction of the Moon-carrying Holy Land
Chapter 128: The Destruction of the Moon-carrying Holy Land
The disciples coming and going in the sect were in a hurry. They were busy moving the most important inheritance in the Xianyue Holy Land to other places.
Over the past thousand years, the Xianyue Holy Land has plundered the heritage of countless sects. In addition, the endless stream of geniuses that have emerged in the holy land over the years have perfected and improved the skills, making it possible for the sect's secret chambers to hide the skills that countless martial artists have long dreamed of.
"Master, why are you so sure that if the Great Yuan Daoist Master breaks the sixth-level formation, we can escape safely?"
"If something goes wrong, the thousand-year heritage will be destroyed."
The elder at the side asked in a low voice.
In response, Bu Zuhua just waved his hand, appearing to be confident.
"The sixth level of formation is not a killing technique like the previous ones, but a teleportation technique."
"Teleport?"
The elder had obviously never heard of this kind of thing and was completely confused.
Bu Zuhua nodded and continued.
"That's right. Although this formation doesn't have much power, it can teleport people in it thousands or even tens of thousands of miles away."
“And this teleportation formation has many requirements, the most fatal of which is the damage to the physical body.”
"If it's only a few dozen miles away, a top-3rd rank warrior can easily handle it. But if it's a thousand miles away, even a Tian Yuan realm warrior would probably suffer a lot of damage. At the very least, he'd feel dizzy and have a swollen brain for a few days, and his internal energy wouldn't flow smoothly. At the worst, his internal organs would shift and he'd die on the spot."
"And the distance that this sixth-level formation can teleport is ten thousand miles."
When he said this, a smile appeared on Bu Zuhua's lips.
The distance is ten thousand miles, even you, the Great Yuan Dao Zun, may not be able to bear the pain.
Even if you, the Great Yuan Daoist Master, have great martial arts skills, you can withstand this formation.
But with a distance of tens of thousands of miles, in an unfamiliar area and without a map to guide you, it would take at least half a month to get back even if you travel day and night.
By that time, the Xianyue Holy Land was already deserted.
There might even be enough time to plant a few hidden mines for the Yuan Dynasty.
"Da Yuan Dao Zun, one day my Yue Xian Holy Land will make a comeback. By then, without your protection, what ability will Da Yuan have to stop us? You will pay me back a hundredfold for everything you have done today!"
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As the blurry scene in front of him gradually became clear, Yan Xiu looked around.
The effect of this teleportation array on him was almost negligible.
Looking around, it is a desolate scene. The strong wind brings fascinating flying sand, gravel, sand and desolate hills, which are the only scenery here.
In the distance, a poisonous snake that had merged with the dead tree was baring its fangs, and a hare at the entrance of the cave was sniffing cautiously with its wet nose.
Yan Xiu soared into the air and observed the world with his spiritual sense.
After a moment, he slowly opened his eyes, identified a direction and rushed away.
The nearest town to him was almost a thousand miles away.
If the person teleported here was a warrior in the innate realm, after experiencing the influence of the teleportation array, it is very likely that he would die here for the rest of his life.
After an incense stick of time, Yan Xiu arrived in the city.
After finding a caravan of merchants and asking for their approximate location, Yan Xiu turned into a shadow and left.
For him who has the magical power of flying golden light, a distance of ten thousand miles would take only an hour at most.
In the holy land.
Many disciples who heard the news breathed a sigh of relief and slowed down their hurried pace.
Less than an hour later, the heart-wrenching voice rang out again.
"It seems that the thousand-year-old heritage of the Moon-Bearing Holy Land is indeed well-deserved. We have made the right decision to come here this time."
Yan Xiu's calm voice echoed throughout the sect.
All the disciples who were carrying the objects froze in place, with expressions of disbelief on their faces.
"How is it possible?! Didn't the headmaster say it was a success?"
"Could it be that the formation failed? Otherwise, why would this Taoist master arrive so quickly?"
"Impossible, impossible!"
When Bu Zuhua heard this voice, he felt as if his head was hit by a heavy hammer and he stood there in a daze.
He hurried over to check the formation, thinking that it had failed.
After confirming it, he let out a miserable laugh.
The Holy Land of the Moon is destroyed!
Yan Xiu walked slowly towards them with his hands behind his back, ignoring the seventh level of the formation.
Everyone in the holy land has stopped what they are doing and is looking at the Taoist Master Da Yuan who is walking towards them.
Every step Yan Xiu took seemed to step hard on their hearts. Seeing Yan Xiu walking around as if he was in his own back garden, no one in the huge Xianyue Holy Land came out to stop him.
"Do you have any last words?"
Yan Xiu's cold and emotionless voice echoed in everyone's ears.
Yan Xiu, who soared into the air, was like a guillotine that was slowly raised above everyone's head and could fall at any time.
"Little thief, even if I die today, I will tear off a piece of your flesh!"
A slovenly old man with standing hair and beard stomped his foot suddenly, and the fierce aura of a peak Tianyuan realm warrior burst out from his body. He jumped up and attacked the arrogant Yan Xiu.
Yan Xiu just glanced at him briefly.
In an instant, a purple light pierced through it.
The lifeless corpse fell from mid-air and hit the ground heavily, stirring up a cloud of dust.
This scene immediately stimulated several people.
They stood out of the crowd at the same time, looked at each other, and then drew their weapons.
"watch out!"
Without too many words, they worked together tacitly and brought their lifelong skills to the extreme.
But the next moment, the Ziyuan Sword mercilessly wiped out several people.
Before the bodies even hit the ground, someone else rushed up.
Immediately afterwards, dozens of disciples used their most sophisticated skills and attacked Yan Xiu repeatedly.
Many elders also joined in.
Although they knew that this was all futile, how could a martial artist just wait to be killed?
Bu Zuhua looked at the purple light in the sky that was moving continuously and ruthlessly reaping lives.
There was no joy or sadness in his eyes, the ending was already determined.
Facing the disciples of Xianyue Holy Land who came one after another, Yan Xiu had a blank expression on his face and just put his fingers together and drew a line in front of him.
The Ziyuan Sword spun in the air, and the sword body vibrated rapidly.
Everyone only saw a flash before their eyes, and when they came to their senses, they were shocked by the scene before them.
The countless illusory Ziyuan swords were densely packed and covered the sky, filling the entire eye socket.
Each sword flashed with a terrifying cold light.
Thousand Machine Sword Technique!
Yan Xiu waved his sword lightly, and thousands of Ziyuan swords harvested lives accurately and fatally.
"Da Yuan Dao Zun, we will not let you go even if we become ghosts!!"
Screams and the sound of swords penetrating into bodies came one after another, but the dying struggle and curses could not change anything.
In the blink of an eye, the huge Holy Land of Xianyue was turned into a river of blood and corpses were everywhere.
In just a few breaths, hundreds of disciples died.
Not far behind.
The Flower Fairy, Master Zhichan, Zhang Laoqi and others who arrived late happened to witness this scene.
They were all dumbfounded and couldn't utter a word for a long time.
This kind of swordsmanship is something I have never heard of or seen before!
"It is not an exaggeration to call this man a swordsman in this world."
Everyone who heard this nodded secretly.
After just a stick of incense, the corpses piled up like a mountain under Yan Xiu's feet.
Broken limbs and arms can be seen everywhere, the strong smell of blood floats in the air, and the hideous scarlet becomes the only color here, making it look like a scene from Hell.
Bu Zuhua's eyes were wide open, and he was nailed to death in front of the ancestral hall of the ancestors of the Xianyue Holy Land, and he died with his eyes open.
As the last scream died down, thousands of disciples and elders of the entire Xianyue Holy Land were killed.
Yan Xiu maintained the same posture from beginning to end, as if he was a god looking down at the world, and even the corners of his clothes were not wrinkled.
"Have you seen enough?"