Chapter 1615: The Invasion of the Army 2-in-1 (12)

Chapter 1615: The Invasion of the Army 2-in-1 (12)

Ke Feichen never thought that he could leave this death mine alive. When he woke up from the memories before his death, he was shocked to find that the executioner whom he hated so much turned around and stabbed the purple robe with his palm. Monk chest.

The terrifying power erupted from the executioner's hand, which was far stronger than the purple-robed monk who guarded this spiritual mine. He knew that in the Tianyue Clan, the purple robe represented the supreme Mahayana monk. However, the executioner in front of him shattered the purple-robed monk's Daoji with one blow, and the flawless aura of the Mahayana monk was rapidly collapsing.

Why?

Isn't he a lackey of the Tianyue Clan?

Didn’t he help the Tianyue Clan to kill countless members of the powerful spiritual clan?

Ke Feichen's head fell into a brief stagnation.

At this moment, the pale face of the purple-robed monk showed incredible fear. He was horrified to find that the hand holding the soul-absorbing chain inserted into his chest directly held all his cultivation base, and the majestic spiritual power that expanded to the limit shattered his Dao base into pieces. In an instant, the purple-robed monk felt the realm of the person in front of him. He was actually an expert in the Xuantian stage who controlled spiritual power!

"You...you are not Yang Da! Who...are you..."

The executioner looked at him indifferently, and the soul-absorbing chain in his hand continued to spread inside the purple-robed monk's body, driving the purple-robed monk's familiar spirit-absorbing formation patterns into his own body. The executioner said coldly: "Who am I? I am the patriarch of the Guanghao Clan that you clansmen have tried every possible means to find. The evil spirit in your mouth, Tian Zhenghao."

Hearing the words Tian Zhenghao, the bloodshot eyes of the purple-robed monk almost popped out of his head.

"It's actually you...I didn't expect you to be...poof..."

The array patterns were gradually completed in the purple-robed monk's body. The purple-robed monk knew that if he fell into the hands of this evil spirit, dying calmly would be the best outcome. He suddenly burst into laughter: "I didn't expect it! I didn't expect it! Tian Zhenghao, who was famous back then, has been hiding in the spiritual power mine of our Tianyue clan, surviving in the world by making his own clan members into spiritual seeds. Didn’t you threaten to lead all the Lingzai tribe to eradicate all our superior tribes? How come you are killing your own people here year after year?”

"As a dying person, you talk a lot of nonsense."

Tian Zhenghao grabbed the purple-robed monk's Tianling with one palm, completed the final formation sealing, and made the purple-robed monk into a spiritual seed. But in fact, the purple-robed monk's physique cannot be used as a spiritual seed, because non-spiritual clansmen cannot continuously produce spiritual power. When the spirit-absorbing formation pattern draws out all the mana from the purple-robed monk, the purple-robed monk will die of exhaustion.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The purple-robed monk looked at Tian Zhenghao with vicious eyes.

"Tian Zhenghao, Tian Zhenghao! I can't survive in your hands, I know! But don't even think about surviving today! The moment my breath fades, the guard army of my Tianyue clan guarding the spiritual mine will immediately block and surround this place. The elders of our tribe will not let you go! If you dare to cause trouble in our core spiritual mine, you will die!"

Tian Zhenghao said coldly: "Counting the days, today should be the day when the hand of heaven is extradited from the final setting sun. The Yinli clan represented by the Tianyue clan and the Yangli clan represented by the Qianyang clan seem to be The Hands of Xuandao have reached cooperation, but in fact, almost all the powerful men of your Tianyue Clan have gone to ambush near Zhongyan Sunset. Now there are no Xuantian period elders to guard the spiritual mine, so they can't help me. what?"

"you……"

The purple-robed monk gasped: "So what? Even if you take advantage of the situation and destroy my clan's spirit mine, our clan will still be greatly strengthened when we get the hand of heaven. When the time comes, we, the lowly spirit clan like you, will Dig them all out and create a bigger spiritual power mine! Will you only make our clan more angry?"

Tian Zhenghao said coldly: "Who told you that I am here to destroy the spiritual power mine? And how can such a sacred body as the Hand of Heaven be something that dirty people like you can get your hands on?" As he spoke, the last formation pattern appeared. After the sealing was completed, Tian Zhenghao carried the purple-robed monk to the cliff of time and space, coldly hung him on the soul-absorbing chain, and threw him into the endless cliff of time and space.

The purple-robed monk was falling rapidly. Along the way, he saw a long string of dense spiritual seeds on the soul-absorbing chain. The dead eyes of the spiritual seeds were all staring at him, like countless evil ghosts crawling out of hell. Eventually his chain reached its end, making him one of the countless spiritual species on the soul-absorbing chain.

After finishing all this, Tian Zhenghao turned to look at Ke Feichen. Ke Feichen looked at Tian Zhenghao with disbelief. The fear in his eyes gradually turned into fanaticism. He hurriedly knelt in front of Tian Zhenghao and kowtowed.

"Thank you, patriarch, for the rescue! Thank you, ancestor, for the rescue!"

Knocking and stumbling, hot tears filled Ke Feichen's eyes.

"Clan leader! Why did you abandon our clan? Without your leadership, our Guanghao clan would be miserable! Didn't you say that you would lead us to resist the three upper clans? Clan leader, clan leader!"

Ke Feichen kowtowed and cried. Seeing the man in front of him, he felt extremely wronged.

Tian Zhenghao helped Ke Feichen up with his strong hands, and said in a ashamed tone: "It is the clan leader who is sorry for you." Ke Feichen, with tears in his eyes, shook his head: "Clan leader, as long as you are still alive, our Guanghao clan will have I hope..." As he spoke, Ke Feichen glanced at the countless spiritual species under the cliff, and suddenly a chill came over him. He asked in disbelief: "Clan leader, why are you doing such a thing here? Then... …Those are our tribesmen!”

Tian Zhenghao’s eyes fell.

"Because only by doing this, only by turning my own people into cruel spirit seeds one by one, can I really come to this core spirit mine, hide my identity and gain the trust of the Tianyue tribe, and complete today's task."

Hearing this explanation, Ke Feichen hurriedly said: "I know that you have difficulties, patriarch, you don't need to explain to me, you must have your intentions, I Ke Feichen fully believe that everything you do is for the rise of our spiritual power clan! You are the hope of countless spiritual power clans!"

"From today on, there is no hope."

Tian Zhenghao's lonely eyes stared at Ke Feichen, and Ke Feichen saw infinite guilt in this man's eyes. Ke Feichen subconsciously felt that Tian Zhenghao's deep guilt was not because he personally made countless people into spirit seeds. Although Tian Zhenghao also felt deeply guilty about this matter, now Tian Zhenghao's eyes expressed a deeper guilt than this cruel thing.

Ke Feichen was a little puzzled.

"Patriarch... why... why is there no hope?"

Tian Zhenghao did not answer Ke Feichen.

"Will the tribe members blame me? Will I become the biggest sinner in the history of the spiritual power tribe?"

"No, tribe leader! As long as you are ultimately for the spiritual power tribe, the tribe members will understand your behavior."

Tian Zhenghao pressed Ke Feichen's shoulder and murmured with his head down.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry for you, I'm really sorry, don't forgive me, I don't deserve forgiveness..."

Before Ke Feichen could react, Tian Zhenghao burst out with powerful magic power, suddenly soared into the air, and flew over the spiritual power mine. At this moment, the guards stationed nearby finally came to support, and the mighty army advanced from the surroundings of the spiritual power mine to the center.

"Tian Zhenghao! You have no way to escape! Surrender immediately!"

The guards from all directions only dared to besiege the spiritual power mine, and did not dare to approach Tian Zhenghao, the killing god, because they knew that without the Xuantian period elders guarding, they could not capture this killing god at all. The only plan now is to besiege Tian Zhenghao, delay Tian Zhenghao's escape as much as possible, and wait for the return of the Xuantian elders who went out.

But Tian Zhenghao did not want to escape. He came high above the spiritual power mine and stood among hundreds of huge spiritual power crystals. These spiritual power crystals have been absorbing the spiritual power of all spiritual species. Each crystal contains the spiritual power of an ordinary Mahayana cultivator.

Tian Zhenghao stood among these crystals, looking at the complicated time and space faults in the distance. Suddenly, he made up his mind and shouted angrily. The aura he unfolded was like a star explosion. I saw the cross light spot on his forehead flashing rapidly, and hundreds of spiritual power crystals around him lit up with the same cross light. Then the spiritual power crystals exploded in this light, and the huge spiritual power contained in the crystals all turned into cross light, and gathered towards Tian Zhenghao's forehead like thousands of rivers returning to the sea.

Seeing this scene, the guards who besieged Tian Zhenghao retreated collectively.

"Quickly retreat! Tian Zhenghao is one of the people who has the most profound grasp of the spiritual power law among the spiritual power clan. Now all the spiritual power in the spiritual power mine can be used by him! Avoid its edge! Avoid its edge!"

All the cross lights gathered in Tian Zhenghao's body. At this moment, he was the brightest star in the spiritual power mine. The majestic spiritual power equivalent to hundreds of Mahayana monks gathered in Tian Zhenghao's body. However, with so much mana, Tian Zhenghao can still easily and accurately control every ray of spiritual power, thanks to his most essential understanding and cognition of spiritual power.

Tian Zhenghao's shining body is fading quickly, and all the cross lights are condensing and compressing towards his brow. All the majestic spiritual power is gathering towards one extreme point, evolving into an absolute destructive force. Compressing spiritual power to such an extreme, Shu Han can't do it even with the Feixian Daoyin now, but it is no problem for Tian Zhenghao.

The spiritual power of hundreds of Mahayana monks gathered together to form the sharpest sword. However, Tian Zhenghao did not point this sword at the Tianyue clan guards who surrounded him, but aimed at the time and space cliff in the distance.

"Ahhh!"

Tian Zhenghao shouted angrily, and the cross light between his eyebrows suddenly shot out a nearly solid spiritual light. Wherever this spiritual light passed, the solid time and space of the fairyland was instantly shattered, leaving a deep space-time crack.

When the gathered spiritual light bombarded the time and space cliff on the opposite bank, a violent space-time wave rippled out, and all the guards were shocked and looked at Tian Zhenghao who was shooting at the time and space cliff in horror.

"What does he want to do!"

"What does he want to do!"

At the same time, outside the fairyland, the high priest of the Yuming clan, who was sitting cross-legged above the fairy palace, suddenly opened his eyes, and his deep eyes looked at the fairyland boundary wall. At this moment, the fairyland boundary wall was still calm, but the eyes of the high priest of this boundary wall were different.

He soared into the air, and the four priests who stayed behind immediately followed.

The high priest's long sleeves fluttered, and he suddenly pointed at the boundary wall of the fairyland. The thunder generated by the dawn light swiftly bombarded the boundary wall of the fairyland. The other four priests immediately used the power of the dawn light to assist the high priest in bombarding the boundary wall of the fairyland.

In an instant, a violent light wave exploded on the boundary wall of the fairyland.

The intensity of the light wave was hundreds of times that of the previous bombardment by Xue Qing and his group.

In the fairyland, an even more violent space-time fluctuation rippled from the space-time cliff bombarded by Tian Zhenghao. This time, the space-time fluctuation was very violent, like a tsunami that was about to sweep across the entire fairyland. Then, Tian Zhenghao and the circle of Tianyue clan guards who surrounded him saw the indescribable light for the first time.

The dawn light finally descended on the fairyland.

Outside the fairyland, the fairyland boundary wall cracked at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the crack became larger and larger, far from the cracks that Xue Qing and the others had blasted out before. Seeing that the fairyland gap had expanded to its limit, the high priest waved his hand, and the magnificent fairy palace rose into the air. The high priest stood on the fairy palace and controlled the fairy palace to rush towards the fairyland gap.

The magnificent fairy palace was just a light spot for the fairyland, but the fairy palace suddenly hit the fairyland gap, and the fairyland gap was knocked open. The high priest quickly cast a spell to stabilize the fairy palace, and used the fairy palace to support the fairyland gap so that it would not heal.

After stabilizing the fairy palace, the high priest came to the sky above the Yuming army, pointed to the fairyland gap that was blocked by the fairy palace, and shouted loudly: "Yuming army! Attack the fairyland!"

All the Yuming army shouted in unison.

"Yes, sir!"

The mighty army immediately moved in an orderly manner towards the gap in the fairyland, and the armies led by the Mahayana entered the gap in an orderly manner.

In the fairyland, Tian Zhenghao and the guards suddenly saw a corner of the palace rushing out from the morning light, followed by a silence like death. At this moment, Tian Zhenghao seemed to have exhausted all his energy, and returned to the cliff of time and space with a dying breath, sitting next to Ke Feichen. Even though the guards surrounding Tian Zhenghao felt that Tian Zhenghao's breath was weak, they did not dare to close in rashly. They were all frightened by the protruding corner of the palace.

Ke Feichen looked back and forth at Tian Zhenghao and a corner of the Fairy Palace with shocked eyes, and asked with a dry mouth: "Patriarch...you...what did you do?"

Tian Zhenghao still did not answer Ke Feichen's question, and said as if talking to himself: "I have fought all my life, I am too tired, and I don't want to entangle with the Yinli Clan, Yangli Clan and Yinli Clan anymore. The Fairyland is a dead end. For our Lingli Clan, there is no possibility of rising. In this case, let's all welcome the end..."

Ke Chenfei widened his eyes, and he heard the meaning of horror from Tian Zhenghao's words.

"Patriarch, what are you talking about!"

"Child, sit down, take one last look at this world."

However, as soon as the words fell, a stronger dawn light burst out from the corners of the Fairy Palace's clothes. Ke Feichen looked far away and saw a regular army of colorful lights pouring out from the gaps around the palace. One after another, one team after another, it seemed endless, and soon occupied half of the sky.

The mighty army of believers spread out like a swarm of locusts.