dognovel Chapter 230 Destruction
Chapter 230 Destruction
This is a technique of refining blood souls, gathering the blood essence of countless people to unleash the most powerful blow.
Having fallen to this point of extinction, everyone present knew very well that it was time to sacrifice their lives. Whether the Iron Fan Sect would survive or not depended on this one move.
At this time, everyone had a tragic and solemn look on their faces, and they forced all the blood and essence in their bodies out from between their eyebrows.
Yu Congxiu knelt in the air, pointing his purple iron fan towards the sky, muttering, "Ancestors, I, your humble disciple Yu Congxiu, will borrow your blood and soul to protect our sect today!"
Bai Zhiyao stood far away, looking at this familiar scene, and suddenly felt a little emotional.
This technique of sacrificing and refining blood souls seems to be the last life-and-death technique among all the major sects in Jiuzhou. Her Longyuan Sword Sect has this unique technique, and so does the Iron Fan Sect.
What surprised her even more was that when Lingxiao was destroyed that day, the head of the Lingxiao Sword Sect also called on the spirits of his ancestors to borrow the soul power of the dead.
On that day, Changying of Nancangzhou and the immortal Du Fang both forced her to use this life-and-death move.
Seeing this, a tear suddenly fell on Bai Zhi's originally calm face.
At this point in the fight, the demise of the Iron Fan Sect was already foreseeable.
And at this time above the nine heavens——
Yu Congxiu was emitting divine light. After all, the eight hundred years of accumulation of the Iron Fan Sect was no small matter.
As he continued to chant the blood curse, the entire Great Steel Wall suddenly began to shake violently.
Countless Great Walls cracked, and red blood flew out from below and merged into the fan above Yu Congxiu's head.
Beneath this steel wall, countless ancestors of the Iron Fan Sect over seven hundred years ago are buried. When the wall broke, the souls of the ancestors flew out and flew into the iron fan of the sect leader.
First comes blood, then soul power.
Yu Congxiu's body was enveloped in a shimmering purple aura, and his aura began to rise. Rays of light shot up into the sky, piercing the darkness of the night sky.
In the vast sky, it forms an extremely huge fan that covers the sky and the earth.
A terrifying aura emanated from the fan handle.
Yuan Ying looked at the scene in front of her coldly:
At this moment, she felt the oppressive aura of the Ninth Realm on the fan. Her body was wrapped in a blue aura and she slowly soared into the sky.
Above her head, a white branch appeared, only the size of a palm, shining with a lustrous luster.
This white jade tree was lustrous and shiny, illuminating the entire night sky for a moment.
This is one of the two pillars of the spirit and ghost clans, Yuan Ying's promotion tool, and also the ninth-level powerful ghost clan member who can ascend to the ninth level. Under the abyss of the sea of realms, there is a pure white branch.
Only the powerful ghosts who are about to break through can use the evil god's aura of this sacred jade tree to reach the ninth level.
This is the case with Changying, the great pillar of Nancangzhou, and also with Yuanying, the powerful ghost clan.
There is no other way for ghost cultivators to ascend to the ninth level except the only way above the sea of realms. It is also the most terrifying path and the reason why the ghost clan can continuously create powerful warriors in the ninth level.
Bai Zhi looked at the jade tree above her head, and suddenly her expression became a little dazed: she seemed to see another Chang Ying. If the Tianxin Seal had not been cut off by her, Chang Ying would have returned to the sky.
At this time, Yuan Ying and Chang Ying's faces, bodies, and cultivation were almost exactly the same.
In an instant, Bai Zhi seemed to be dreaming of returning to the Longyuan Sacred Mountain, where she reached the ninth level and killed Chang Ying. That was her peak and her glory.
She was in a trance.
The entire promotion fortress was shrouded in Yuan Ying's promotion magic weapon. In the white light, the night sky was completely illuminated, and countless strange shadows shone in the air.
Suddenly, there was no sound of wind in the sky. Everyone breathed rapidly and looked up at the sky.
As blood essence left their bodies, everyone in the Iron Fan Sect knew that they would not live long. They all hoped that the Sect Leader, in this moment of extreme sublimation, would kill the Ninth Realm Powerful Being of the Spirit Ghost Clan.
Each of them has no regrets and is willing to dedicate their lives.
Just for that ultimate blow, to completely destroy the powerful ghost spirit, this murderous and sect-destroying demon king.
Yuan Ying looked at this scene and suddenly sneered:
"Yu Congxiu, do you really think that you can shake my imperial weapon just by ascending to the initial stage of the Ninth Realm? You underestimate the power of the Ninth Realm experts!"
She took the first step, and the white jade tree above her head swayed and flew towards the giant fan above Yu Congxiu's head.
A powerful being in the Ninth Realm, who masters the laws of heaven and earth, is the venerable ruler of the whole state and inherits the fortune of the whole state. How could he be killed by someone who forcibly ascended to a false realm and relied on the blood and essence of countless people?
Yuan Ying snorted in disdain.
A dark purple fluorescence began to linger on the white jade tree. In that fluorescence, it seemed as if an ancient beast was opening its mouth as wide as the abyss, constantly exerting its strength, biting towards the giant fan.
Suddenly, Yu Congxiu roared wildly, and the giant fan turned, drawing a curtain of light that pierced the sky and faced the huge mouth of the abyss.
Yuan Ying's expression suddenly froze, and she immediately put away her contemptuous look. She drew a strange Taoist gesture on her chest with her hand, and the golden divine nature pierced into the white jade tree.
The yellow and white light became stronger, and the force of a devastating blow collided in an instant.
Suddenly, the moment after the collision, the space between heaven and earth seemed to be torn apart, and countless void cracks appeared.
The time here seemed to stop in that instant, causing the entire space to tremble.
Yuan Ying's body immediately flew backwards, the scales on the bone dragon's body were cut into pieces, and it fell down the mountain with a roar and fell into the icy lake.
Above the sky, the torn void cracks began to slowly heal again, and between heaven and earth, a ray of purple cloud shone from the east.
The day is finally coming, piercing the dark night sky.
Countless disciples held their breath and looked up at the sky.
There, the giant fan above Yu Congxiu's head disappeared, and his body floated down like a fallen leaf, swaying from the sky and landing on the square.
Countless Iron Fan Sect disciples rushed forward, constantly calling out:
"Master! Master!"
Yu Qinghan knelt on the ground and helped his father up, his face full of tears. He saw that Yu Congxiu's entire face had turned to ashes, and there were thin white marks on his facial bones.
From the top of his head to his feet, all the flesh and blood on his body turned to ashes.
All the vitality in his body was shattered by this power of the Ninth Realm.
At this moment on the square——
There was dead silence all around, no one spoke. After a long while, someone suddenly burst into tears. The crying quickly became contagious, and the crying and sobbing sounds of hundreds of people slowly echoed everywhere.
Yu Qinghan silently wiped away her tears and silently picked up her father's body:
A gentle morning breeze blew by, turning the sect leader's entire body and clothes into ashes like an incense burner, which were blown away by the morning breeze in Yu Qinghan's hands.
A red blood ball hung in the air, transforming into countless drops of blood essence and being sent into the center of each disciple's eyebrows and brain.