Chapter 415 Blood River
Ning Wuxie suddenly became alert, his consciousness fixed on that place.
His body kept twitching, making a terrifying spasmodic posture, as if all the joints and meridians had been broken and shattered.
Ning Wuxie felt something was wrong.
"Brother! Behind!" Xuan'er suddenly called from behind. Ning Wuxie turned around suddenly and saw that the five hundred evil tigers behind him had all knelt on the ground without knowing when, looking up at the sky, and black evil spirits poured out of their seven orifices, rising in the air and forming a human figure.
Xuan'er was chasing the human sect monks with the Wu Gu tribe, and was stopped from coming over for a while, but she was always watching here. Seeing this weird scene, she screamed immediately.
The human figure formed by the evil spirit was obviously Yuchi Songxu, and his momentum was not much weaker than before!
"Do you think you only know the kind of magic that can help you escape from life-and-death situations?! My five hundred evil tigers are my second life!"
Yuchi Songxu laughed arrogantly, "Since I can't beat you, I will kidnap the daughter of Heaven. I am now a pure evil body. No matter what kind of body skills you have, you can't catch up with me!"
After saying that, the black evil spirit instantly swept towards Xuan'er.
Ning Wuxie was about to chase him when he suddenly heard the sound of water behind him.
He turned his head and saw that Yuchi Songxu's body had been lifted up and leaned against the shore. At this moment, the handle of the Heart-Calling Sword flashed an unprecedented red light.
He quickly reached out and leaned over to hold the Heart-Calling Sword.
Or, the Blood-Sorrowing Sword.
In an instant, Ning Wuxie's eyes opened slightly, and his mind established a connection with the Blood-Sorrowing Sword. He felt the blade shape of the Blood-Sorrowing Sword, the huge blood contained in it, and... the entire Sorrow Cloud River.
He turned his head suddenly to look at the black evil body that was flying towards Xuan'er, with a cruel smile on his lips, and his body instantly flew up on the spot!
In his hand, the entire Chouyun River was held in his hand. The mighty river was like a blood dragon being led by a rein, flying high with Ning Wuxie!
Everyone on the ground and in the air was shocked, and even stopped in the fierce fight.
The entire Chouyun River was held in Ning Wuxie's hand. He flew high, and the river water followed him like a long dragon to the sky. The scarlet river water became transparent under the sunlight, and the anaconda crocodile inside could be vaguely seen.
Yuchi Songxu was also frightened and stood still. In his evil spirit form, he looked up at this miraculous spectacle, with no expression on his face, and just murmured:
"Ah, Ai Xue Dao... How could it be..."
"Do you want to compete with Ai Xue Shen Dao to see who has more evil spirit?" Ning Wuxie said coldly.
He raised his right arm, and the river water in his hand also turned into a long sword. The sword was hundreds of meters long, and Ning Wuxie seemed to be just a small dot below.
"Destroy it!"
The long sword fell with a bang.
...
Take Xuan'er and the Wu Gu tribe to kill all the cultivators of the Renzong and recover Nanzhao City. Ning Wuxie had to leave here quickly.
Fortunately, even the Immortal Saint Realm could not break through the space and directly travel. It took Ye Qingxuan seven days to get here from Renzong City even if he took the fastest flying boat.
"Although Nanzhao City has been restored, I advise you to hide deeper in the Ten Thousand Mountains. Ye Qingxuan of the Renzong will be here soon, and he may be angry with you." Ning Wuxie said to Chi Niang and others.
The Wu Gu tribe surrounded him and Xuan'er, very reluctant to leave.
He saw the figures of Yan Juesan and the Ai Xuejiao people, and walked forward.
"I'll take the Sorrowful Blood Blade away. Leave the matter of the Mad Blood Emperor to me. You don't have to stay here anymore."
Yan Juesan wanted to struggle for a few more words, but seeing Ning Wuxie's domineering and confident look, he didn't dare to say anything and lowered his head obediently.
"We're leaving. You should hurry to the depths of the Shiwan Mountains. There are only seven days. Don't go back to Nanzhao City. Wait until Ye Qingxuan leaves before coming back."
After Ning Wuxie repeatedly reminded him, he and Xuan'er soared into the sky and flew north in the eyes of Chi Niang and others.
...
Seven days later.
The flying boat exclusively for the Human Emperor, the black and gold giant ship arrived at the Shiwan Mountains.
"Report to the Human Emperor."
A cultivator wearing a black and white Taoist robe, but with more exquisite and luxurious patterns, walked into Ye Qingxuan's room. The room was antique, elegant and quiet. A low table was placed in the middle. On the screen behind the table, Ye Qingxuan's figure could be seen faintly.
"Still no news of Yuchi?"
"No." The cultivator lowered his head. Xing He had already reached the Hexu realm, but in the Human Sect and in front of the Human Emperor, he was still a guard who could only deliver letters.
"The scouts are back, they said..." Xing He hesitated and bent his waist even lower.
"Go ahead, I've been mentally prepared." Ye Qingxuan's voice was calm and calm.
"They said... the bank of the Chouyun River and in Nanzhao City are full of the corpses of the disciples of the Human Sect."
"Yes." Ye Qingxuan said.
"No... corpse of General Yuchi was found, only the corpses of the five hundred evil tigers under his command, all kneeling on the ground, looking up at the sky, with horrible dead faces..." A trace of cold sweat oozed from Xing He's forehead.
"Yes." Ye Qingxuan's voice trembled a little.
"And that's..." Xing He raised his head and took a look.
Ye Qingxuan cleared his throat, "Speak."
"There is another strange thing. The Sorrow Cloud River, which was originally blood-red for thousands of years, has now turned green, just like all the rivers in the world, just like the water of the East China Sea turned from green to blue overnight..."
Bang!
A loud explosion suddenly came from behind the screen. A porcelain piece of a teacup pierced the screen, passed Xing He's ear, and pierced into the door with a thud!
Xing He raised his head and looked at the Human Emperor in astonishment.
The Emperor of Humanity is… angry?
Why would he be angry?
He was not angry that 500 soldiers of the Human Clan died in battle, nor that General Yuchi’s life and death were uncertain, but he was angry that the water of the Sorrow Cloud River turned from red to green?
“The Emperor of Humanity…?”
“It’s okay.” Ye Qingxuan’s voice sounded like a long sigh, “Tell the boat to turn around and go directly to Xuelong Ridge.”
“Turn around?” Xing He was a little surprised, “The corpse of my Human Clan cultivator…”
“Go to Xuelong Ridge now! Don’t you understand!!”
Ye Qingxuan suddenly shouted, and the screen, table, incense burner, and potted plants all exploded and slammed against the walls on all sides. Xing He, who was in the Hexu realm, did not dare to raise his head, and used his spiritual power to block the screen fragments that hit his head.
He was even more stunned, and slowly raised his head, but was suddenly startled.
Ye Qingxuan had already stood in front of him silently, and his narrow and long phoenix eyes looked extremely calm, but gave people a sense of terror.
"Go." He gently placed his hand on Xing He's shoulder, and the latter immediately bent his knees. "Go to Xuelongling first. I will arrange for the bodies of my comrades."
"I will obey the order of the Emperor."
Xing He could not bear this kind of pressure, and knelt on one knee with a thud, turned around and left.
Ye Qingxuan walked to the window and looked at the towering Shiwan Mountains. The hull of the flying boat was turning from south to north.
"Ning Wuxie..." He gritted his teeth and spit out these three words viciously.
"Xuelongling is the last place. I don't know what you can do!"
He roared like a low roar, and then remembered his previous loss of composure, and quickly closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
Calm down, calm down.
Even Yuchi Songxu, who was a sixth-level immortal, could be killed by them...
It must be the result of the action of the Immortal Wuyuan.
Yan Xiao is dead. There should be only one immortal in their group now. They should not go directly to Xuelongling, but wait for a few more years, and there will be at most two immortals by then.
And I have four celestial beings under my command!
Besides, by that time, I should have reached the realm of immortal saints...
Immortal saints, a realm that no one has set foot on in Lingwu Continent for ten thousand years!
He exhaled the turbid air in his chest and finally regained his composure. The feeling that everything was under control returned to his body.
As long as I reach the realm of immortal saints, I can suppress them all by myself!
Ye Qingxuan showed a confident smile at the corner of his mouth, turned around and walked back to the futon to sit down, quickly entered into meditation, and began to practice.