Chapter 2652 Holy Blood Sect

Ziyuan was startled and said: "This stone bridge is too dangerous, Brother Qingxuan, are you sure you can pass it?"

Yang Qingxuan said: "Let me try, you go back to the holy vessel."

The two women turned into rays of light and flew into Yang Qingxuan's body.

Yang Qingxuan took a step forward and walked towards the stone bridge.

At this time, two figures flew from a distance, a man and a woman, and exclaimed at the same time: "Naihe Bridge? Yang Qingxuan!"

The two stopped at the head of the bridge, not daring to go on the bridge without authorization.

Seeing Yang Qingxuan Pagoda's first step on the bridge, golden light began to surge from his body, turning into the scriptures of Wuxiang Tathagata's Original Vow Sutra, shining on his body.

Thick dead air lingers around him, all of which are blocked by the scriptures.

Yang Qingxuan walked a few steps cautiously, then stopped, having a certain understanding of the death on the bridge, and then continued to move forward.

But the pace was still steady and even, and he quickly reached the place with gravel.

Yang Qingxuan looked down, those stones were real stones, completely unable to see the shape of the human body, completely petrified by the dead energy.

Yang Qingxuan continued to walk forward, the stone was stepped on to make a "crack" sound, and then turned into powder.

Suddenly, low whimpers came from both sides, and a large number of human figures appeared in the billowing dead air, rushing towards Yang Qingxuan.

The leader was the warrior who had just died under Yang Qingxuan's nose, his face was full of resentment, viciousness and unwillingness.

Countless hands stretched out from the dead air.

With a flash of golden light on Yang Qingxuan's body, he took out his halberd Tianxu, and slashed to both sides.

"laugh!"

The golden light shone, and the dead air was split.

But they became one again in an instant, and those hands still stretched out desperately, grabbing Yang Qingxuan's body.

"It's so troublesome."

Waving the halberd in his hand, he received the star ring, raised his hand to make a tactic, and the whole body was ignited with flames, turning into an eternal burning body.

All the dead energy was burned instantly, and those hands retreated desperately, not daring to come up again.

Yang Qingxuan turned into a flame and ran forward.

There were a lot of wailing and screams from both sides from time to time.

Suddenly, all the voices stopped, Yang Qingxuan's heart skipped a beat, and his footsteps stopped abruptly.

At the front of the bridge, under the surge of countless dead energy, a huge undead was transformed into a huge undead, with dim light flashing in its eyes, and its palm pressed down like a canopy.

A vortex appeared in the palm, and countless undead souls rushed out crying and crying.

Yang Qingxuan made a seal with his hands, and a pillar of fire rushed up behind him, turning into a magic sky and earth in the air, and slapped it with Liuyang Palm.

"Boom!"

The two palms collided, and countless horrified screams sounded, and those dead and innocent souls were all rescued by the Heavenly Fire of Purification.

The huge undead in front of the Naihe Bridge shattered.

The fire turned into a vortex and rushed straight there, opening up a path leading to the other shore.

The man and woman at the other end of the bridge watched Yang Qingxuan cross the bridge, their faces turned pale, they glanced at each other, and they froze there, neither going on the bridge nor leaving.

The huge tornado of fire rushed to the other side of the bridge, directly transformed into Yang Qingxuan's real body, stepped on his feet, and continued to run forward.

Not long after, a resplendent and resplendent building appeared in front of it. It was a majestic hall, abruptly appearing on the ground.

Yang Qingxuan froze for a moment, his eyes flashed golden, and there were a lot of signs of fighting and two corpses in the open space in front of the hall.

Yang Qingxuan went over to take a look. He had seen those two corpses before, and they were the ones who entered the ancient battlefield together this time.

He raised his head and stared at the hall solemnly.

Suddenly a figure flickered out from inside, with a look of panic on his face. When he saw Yang Qingxuan, he hurriedly said, "Go, friend, there are ghosts inside!"

Yang Qingxuan had also seen this person before, and he was a companion of the two who died. I don't know which family they belonged to.

He frowned and said, "Ghost?"

At this moment, hearty laughter came from the hall, "It is such a joy to have friends coming from afar. No one has visited my Holy Blood Sect for many years. Now that you are here, why not come in and talk about it."

The other person said: "Can you go in?"

Yang Qingxuan pondered for a while, and said with a smile: "As the friend inside said, if you come, you will be safe, let's go."

The other person said: "Okay."

The two immediately entered the hall hand in hand.

The inside was resplendent and resplendent, filled with laughter and laughter, and the hall was full of hundreds of people, having a banquet.

The glamorous maids shuttled back and forth, bringing all kinds of berries and fruits.

Right above the main hall, the author, an old man in red, stroked his beard, pointed at an empty desk next to him, and said with a smile, "Two friends, please sit down."

The other person glanced at Yang Qingxuan and said in a low voice, "Are these people people or ghosts?"

Yang Qingxuan said: "I don't know."

The man frowned and said, "Then do you want to go there?"

Yang Qingxuan said: "Let's go."

Immediately, he walked to the case table generously and sat down directly. The other man followed and sat beside Yang Qingxuan.

Immediately, a maid served fruit wine and other things, all of which were full of aura and fragrant.

The old man at the top was blushing and said with a smile: "The old Sacred Blood Sect Patriarch Situ Hong, I don't know the names of the two friends."

Yang Qingxuan reported his name, and the other person said: "I'm Zhang Heng."

Situ Hong said: "The two of you are here for the battle spirit?"

Yang Qingxuan's expression froze, and he asked lightly: "I wonder if there is a fighting spirit here?"

The noisy voices in the hall suddenly stopped, and then burst into laughter. All the warriors in the meeting laughed and rolled forward and backward. The maidservants also covered their mouths and snickered, their eyes swept over Yang Qingxuan and Zhang Heng from time to time.

Situ Hong said: "We are what you call fighting spirits."

The smile on his face remained undiminished, and he said: "Our entire sect was suppressed by Naiheqiao back then, and then all of them were refined to death. Then the resentment persisted, and a fighting spirit was formed in this unique environment. It was a blessing in disguise. After becoming a battle spirit, I still had a lot of resentment at the beginning. But as the years passed, the resentment dissipated little by little. Finally, one day we all figured it out, so we put aside everything and started Live happily. Staying here is much better than entering some reincarnation."

The main hall was full of cheerful voices again, and everyone sang and danced, entertaining to their heart's content.

Zhang Heng breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a wry smile: "There is such a fighting spirit..." He picked up the wine glass, drank it all in one gulp, and praised: "Good wine."

Yang Qingxuan picked up the wine glass, looked at the yellow-orange liquid in the glass, and said suddenly: "The war spirit is formed by will, since the resentment is gone, how can it still exist?"

As soon as this remark came out, the hall fell silent again.

All eyes were on Yang Qingxuan, that kind face began to turn ferocious, and a fierce aura gushed out from his body.

Situ Hong's face suddenly turned into a beast shape, like a fox, and shouted: "I didn't want to kill you, but since I'm going to die, I can't blame us!"

Zhang Heng said in surprise: "Not good! Brother Qingxuan, go away, I will block this old fox."

Yang Qingxuan's golden eyes flashed, staring at Zhang Heng, and said lightly: "Let me stop you, Lord Sacred Blood Sect Master."