Chapter 1483 Sorrow

What the black-mole skeleton man said was absolutely right. Although the powerful sword art like the God-Killing Art, which was powerful enough to defy the heavens, was activated by the comprehension of the sword, it also consumed a lot of true essence and spiritual power.

The total number of people in the Righteous Path and the Ghost Xuan Sect was less than a hundred. After the reinforcements of the corpse-driving craftsmen arrived, they joined forces and had as many as six or seven hundred people.

If the consumption continued, the situation would be favorable to the corpse-driving lineage.

The corpse-driving craftsmen could take turns to attack, while the disciples of the Righteous Path and the Ghost Xuan Sect could only cope with it, without any chance to breathe or rest.

The God-Killing Art could block it for a while, but it definitely could not block it for a lifetime.

In just a moment, when Ye Xiaochuan's spiritual power was exhausted, the disciples of the Cangyun Sect who had reached the spiritual silence realm would probably have to use the Beidou God-Slaying Sword Art, which also consumed a lot of true essence and could be backfired by the evil spirit at any time. At that time, they would just be waiting to die.

Unlike them, another group of righteous disciples broke through without spending much money. They flew north for more than a hundred miles and landed on a hilltop. The disciples of Xuantian Sect and Piaomiao Pavilion were still the same as usual, and even their hair and clothes did not seem to be messy.

Zuo Qiu said: "Brother Jiang, I think something is wrong. Why haven't the disciples of Cangyun Sect and Jiaye Temple broken through yet? Let's go back to meet them." Jiang Qingxian shook his head and said: "Didn't Brother Jiexian send a message to us not to go over and break out to the north on our own? If they were in danger, they would definitely send a message to let us go over. Those corpse drivers are a mob, not a concern, and they can't hurt the elite disciples of Cangyun Sect and Jiaye Temple.

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Zuo Qiu frowned. She certainly knew what Jiang Qingxian was thinking. She wanted to say more, but the Xuantian Sect disciple named Ye Dachuan shook his head slightly to stop her.

Yang Yishuang and Qin Fanzhen's thoughts were similar to Zuo Qiu's. They were a little worried about whether the disciples of Cangyun Sect and Jiaye Temple could break out smoothly.

However, Jiang Qingxian was the one who had the final say in Xuantian Sect, and Yang Ling'er was the one who had the final say in Piaomiao Pavilion.

Qin Fanzhen's words were effective, but there were only 17 or 18 disciples of Tianshi Dao who entered the Shiwan Mountains this time, and most of them stayed in Wushan. There were only three fellow disciples around her. Even if she returned to take Ye Xiaochuan and others, she would be powerless to take the three fellow disciples with her.

The moonlight in southern Xinjiang was beautiful, especially in the mountain area covered by the thin rainbow seven-color miasma. The water-like moonlight shone on the colorful miasma smoke, which was magnificent.

However, who knew how many conspiracies and killings were hidden in this beautiful place?

Although Yang Ling'er knew that Cangyun Sect and Jiaye Temple were in danger, she did not think that Ye Xiaochuan, who was as slippery as a loach, would be in any danger of life. That guy was born in the year of the cat and had nine lives.

As long as Ye Xiaochuan would not die, Yang Ling'er would not go all out to rescue the lives of other disciples of Jiaye Temple and Cangyun Sect.

Before coming to Southern Xinjiang, her master Guan Shaoqin had privately told her that if she encountered danger in Southern Xinjiang, it was best to preserve the strength of Piaomiao Pavilion, even if she had to abandon other righteous fellow disciples.

Gesang held Wangcai and sneered at the group of people around her. She was not a fool. How could she not see that these masters of cultivation from the Middle Earth seemed to be of one mind on the surface, but in fact they were all thinking of killing people with borrowed knives.

Originally, Gesang thought that Piaomiao Pavilion would advocate returning to meet the companions of Cangyun Sect and Jiaye Temple, but when she saw Yang Yishuang whispering to Yang Ling'er for a long time, Yang Ling'er just shook her head slowly, and she understood everything.

She felt very sad in her heart.

The battle of Woniu Peak was about to end. Ye Xiaochuan's true energy was consumed too much, and he had stopped urging the Killing God Sword Art.

Zhao Wuji, Gu Paner, Ning Xiangruo, and Yang Shijiu had even activated a round of Beidou Zhushen Sword Formation. Although the corpse-driving craftsman suffered heavy losses, he also suffered great losses.

The righteous disciples were fine, after all, they were all elites. Zhu Changshui, who had the lowest cultivation level, was also at the peak of the seventh level of out-of-body state.

The Ghost Xuan Sect was in a tragedy. All the 300-member sects that could fly in the air were here, and most of them were at the flying and Yuanshen realms. In a hard battle, they lost almost one-third of their members.

The situation became increasingly difficult for the righteous, and the corpse-driving craftsmen finally put their minds at ease.

Although they lost a lot of people and puppet zombies that night, it was worth it to kill the 19 elite disciples of Cangyun Sect and Jiaye Temple!

At this moment, the disciples of the righteous and Ghost Xuan Sect had been compressed into a very small circle by the corpse-driving craftsman, and the disadvantage in numbers was indeed a bit large.

If the 36 young masters of Piaomiao Pavilion and Xuantian Sect returned to receive the guidance, the situation would definitely not be so bad. After all, most corpse-carrying craftsmen were not highly skilled, and it was no problem for these righteous disciples to beat ten of them alone.

The magic weapons shuttled back and forth, the sword rain rushed down, and the colorful streamers intertwined... forming a beautiful but cruel picture.

Ye Xiaochuan wanted to send a paper crane to Yun Qiyou, but he didn't have the time. He was thinking that he was really sorry for Yun Qiyou. He didn't even say goodbye to her before he died.

He also wanted to send a flying crane to the old drunkard master to thank him for his upbringing and teaching...

He was thinking about many things, but found that his life was full of regrets.

What made him saddest was that he was already thirty years old and still a little virgin. After he died, he went to the underworld. How should he explain to the King of Hell?

Almost everyone was injured, and they all knew that tonight was inevitable.

The corpse-carrying craftsman's laughter became louder and louder, and the laughter was arrogant and ferocious.

The black mole skeleton man said loudly: "Everyone, do you still want to resist? Surrender now, I can leave you a whole body, otherwise I will refine you into puppet zombies in a moment!"

The righteous disciples all spit in anger, and the disciples of the Ghost Xuan Sect cursed directly.

After being frustrated for so many years, these disciples of the Ghost Xuan Sect have long wanted to have a vigorous battle. Even if they die, they don't want to live in the cracks.

Seeing that the righteous disciples and the Ghost Xuan Sect disciples would rather die than surrender, the black mole skeleton man's expression gradually became cold.

He said coldly: "Since you want to die, then I will grant you your wish!"

"Hehe..."

Just when the righteous disciples and the Ghost Xuan Sect disciples were ready to fight to the death, a silver bell-like laughter suddenly came from the sky.

"Who is this? He is so arrogant. He is still besieging the Ghost Xuan Sect of our Holy Church. Do you think that my Holy Church is without people?"

Everyone was shocked and looked up. They saw a large black cloud coming quickly. Before the corpse driver could react, the black cloud had already covered their heads.

Then, everyone saw a girl walking out of the black cloud.

This girl had charming eyes and charming manners. She was dressed very revealingly. She was a beautiful girl who came out to wander around with two red cloth belts wrapped around her body. She didn't even wear a pair of shoes and socks. There was a small bell tied on her white wrist and ankle. Almost everyone didn't care about the girl's unruly dress. Their eyes were focused on the girl's white right hand, because at the slender fingertips of her right hand, a short dagger emitting purple light was turning.