Chapter 324 From Dust to Dust, From Ashes to Ashes

The Black and White Impermanence quickly rushed to Feng Xiao's front. Under Feng Xiao's terrified eyes, they simultaneously raised their soul-chasing sticks and pointed at Feng Xiao.

This finger suddenly sent out a strange force, making Feng Xiao instantly feel that his soul seemed to be pulled by something and was about to leave his body.

Feng Xiao's whole body was shocked and he wanted to resist desperately, but he was now completely powerless, so how could he still resist?

In the blink of an eye, a ball of mist that could only be detected by divine consciousness flew out of Feng Xiao's body, and Feng Xiao's body, which was nailed to the ground, instantly lost its strength and could no longer move.

The mist that flew out was naturally Feng Xiao's soul. Even if he was dead, Feng Xiao's soul still did not stop struggling, trying to resist the pull of the Black and White Impermanence on him.

"Huan Yin, let me go, let me go!" Feng Xiao's soul kept begging for mercy. He really couldn't bear the pain of his soul being imprisoned for ten thousand years. He couldn't imagine what method Huan Yin would use to deal with him during these ten thousand years.

Huan Yin looked at Feng Xiao's soul coldly and said, "You have never shown mercy to my Sword Pavilion, so what qualifications do you have to ask me to show mercy!"

After that, he gathered his spiritual power and pointed directly at the Black and White Impermanence. The power of Impermanence also increased suddenly at this moment, and Feng Xiao's soul was sucked closer at an accelerated speed.

Just when Feng Xiao was completely desperate, just when Huan Yin thought that his master's revenge was finally avenged, suddenly in the air in front of Huan Yin, a strange breath appeared directly above Feng Xiao.

This breath came very abruptly, without any signs at all, which surprised Huan Yin.

When Huan Yin hurriedly raised his eyes to look at the air where the breath came from, he suddenly found that a black vortex had condensed there at some point. The vortex was so deep that it looked like a mysterious portal leading to nowhere.

Before Huan Yin had any reaction, a strange breath suddenly came from the vortex, instantly covering Feng Xiao in it.

As soon as the breath arrived, Feng Xiao's soul, which was constantly flying towards the Black and White Impermanence, stopped moving and just stopped in mid-air.

Huan Yin was shocked. It seemed that someone wanted to save Feng Xiao. How could he let such a thing happen?

Without any hesitation, Huan Yin took out the Yang Sword and suddenly slashed at the breath that enveloped Feng Xiao's soul.

There was no roar or collision. Huan Yin's sword slashed through the breath and even Feng Xiao's soul, but it didn't touch it at all, as if he just slashed in the air.

"How could this happen!" Huan Yin was surprised. On the one hand, it was because the vortex and breath that suddenly appeared were too weird. On the other hand, when he slashed just now, he clearly felt that the breath was exactly the same as the breath that came out of hell when Lu Ya opened the boundary gate to hell.

However, the black vortex was clearly not a boundary gate, so who could do something similar to Lu Ya?

First it was the heaven, is there someone in hell targeting him now?

Huan Yin was unwilling to give up, and kept waving the Yang Sword, but every move failed, which was completely meaningless.

Looking at Feng Xiao's soul shrouded by the aura, he was also shocked at first, but soon the aura changed, as if he was confused and thinking.

Finally, after twenty breaths, Feng Xiao's soul suddenly laughed wildly: "Hahahaha... Huan Yin... Huan Yin... Interesting, interesting!"

"I know, so that's it, so that's it! Hahaha... My king succeeded, now he is the emperor, and you, hahaha... You have fallen to this point!"

"Huan Yin, I'll wait for you in hell, we will fight again there! Hahaha!"

Feng Xiao's laughter became more and more wild, and then a suction force suddenly came out from the vortex that suddenly appeared, and in the blink of an eye, Feng Xiao's soul was pulled into the dark depths of the vortex. And the vortex slowly disappeared after Feng Xiao flew in.

Huan Yin looked at the place where Feng Xiao's soul disappeared, and his expression kept changing.

At the last moment, he finally felt that the force that had just sucked away Feng Xiao's soul was Feng Xiao's own power. He could not have misjudged Feng Xiao's aura.

However, the strength of the suction force was beyond his comprehension. What did it mean?

This meant that there was another Feng Xiao on the other side of the vortex, Feng Xiao from hell!

It was a clone! Feng Xiao, who had been at odds with Jian Ge for decades and almost completely destroyed Jian Ge, was actually just a clone. The vortex before was obviously Feng Xiao's main body, in order to let his soul return to hell!

When Feng Xiao was enveloped by the aura from the vortex, the doubts and thoughts that appeared were probably because he was trying to obtain all the memories of his real body, so he laughed wildly later.

But what did Feng Xiao mean by those words? King? Emperor? Fall to this?

When Huan Yin thought of Feng Xiao's words just now, he suddenly felt a confusion in his mind, as if he had lost some of his memories. But no matter how he tried to remember, it didn't work at all. Instead, his head hurt more and more, and he felt like it was about to explode.

"Brother!" Suddenly, Xiaotian's shout poured into Huanyin's mind, making Huanyin, who was in a mess, suddenly sober up.

Huanyin then realized that he was different and quickly calmed down, but at this moment he was already sweating all over and panting.

"Xiaotian, thank you." Huanyin spoke softly, still feeling scared.

Finally, after a long while, Huan Yin finally relaxed completely. He looked at the mess around him again, knelt in front of the Sword Pavilion, kowtowed three times to the Sword Pavilion, and said loudly: "Master, Grand Master, Grand Uncle, all the ancestors of the Sword Pavilion, I, the unfilial disciple Huan Yin, swear here that I will kill every enemy, even if it means going to heaven or hell, I will never give up!"

After saying that, he stood up, looked at the Sword Pavilion reluctantly again, turned around and flew towards the direction of the Wuliang Hall on the main peak.

A moment later, Huan Yin came to the center of the square on the main peak of Wuliang Sect again.

"Rest in peace, fellow disciples, let the sect be buried with you!" Huan Yin murmured softly, and then he suddenly revealed the aura of the skills belonging to the "Wulian Zhenjing" with his spiritual power, and raised his hand and suddenly pressed it downwards.

The moment Huan Yin pressed it, an extremely complex and incomprehensible pattern flew out of his hand and moved towards the ground under his feet. At the same time, an identical strange pattern appeared on the ground, which echoed with the one Huan Yin had cast, and instantly emitted a strong light.

The spell cast by Huan Yin was a secret he learned when he comprehended the "Wuliang Po Jing" under the cold pond when he was young.

When the Wuliang Venerable failed to prove his Dao, he knew that his life would not last long, so after he founded the sect, he also knew that he could not protect the sect for a long time.

He was afraid that after his death, the Wuliang Sect would decline without the leadership of outstanding descendants, and it might even be seized by others one day, making his hard work and Dao become the property of outsiders. Therefore, he set up a formation here, which can only be opened by those who have successfully practiced the "Wuliang Zhenjing". And its function is to annihilate the entire Wuliang Sect, so that the sect and everyone will disappear on the land of Jiuzhou. Dust to dust, earth to earth.

However, I am afraid that Venerable Wuliang did not expect that his descendants would be so unbearable. Before Huanyin, no one could cultivate the "Wuliang Sutra", and they had been in endless decline over the years, bullied, and had too many things taken away by others.

Fortunately, Venerable Wuliang had prepared in advance and hid the "Wuliang Sutra" very secretly, so it has never been known to outsiders. Even if Yijianfeng took over Wuliangmen, there was not much gain in the end.

Now, Wuliangmen is gone, so Huanyin decided to activate the annihilation formation to make everything in Wuliangmen disappear, and no one would disturb it from then on.

The sound of "boom" sounded, accompanied by the shaking of the five peaks of the entire Wuliangmen, and the trembling of the earth.

Such a movement was too loud and too incredible. Although the sect war in the distance had already started, and some people were even fighting, they were also shocked by the movement from Wuliangmen. They stopped temporarily and looked in the direction of Wuliangmen.

In the eyes of everyone, the five peaks of Wuliangmen shook together, and then began to sink.

"What happened to Wuliang Pavilion? How could this happen!" A cultivator looked at the sinking mountain with a look of surprise, a little horrified.

"Wuliang Pavilion is sinking, Wuliang Pavilion is actually sinking! Is it a change in heaven and earth?"

"Where are the cultivators in Wuliang Pavilion? What are they doing?"

As the momentum of the five peaks of Wuliangmen grew louder and louder, the speed of sinking became faster and faster, and the shouts of the cultivators in heaven and earth became stronger and stronger.

Huanyin still stood in the air, watching the mountain peaks under his feet getting farther and farther away from him, his face full of reluctance.

"Goodbye, my master..." Huanyin murmured softly, saying goodbye to everything under his feet.

Finally, after a little while, the entire Wuliangmen Five Peaks, under the powerful traction of the formation created by the Wuliang Venerable, completely sank below the ground and disappeared from Huanyin's eyes.

Perhaps thousands of years later, someone will find the disappeared Wuliangmen again by chance, and maybe one day someone other than Huanyin will learn the Wuliangmen's Dao.

But now, I'm afraid no one can find the Wuliangmen again under the cover of the Wuliang Venerable's formation.