Chapter 1774: Leaving the Customs
"Boom!"
A huge wave of light swept across the sky, destroying all the flags in the hands of Taoist Deng Xuan and Gu Qian and others.
Gu Qian's face turned pale as the terrible impact of magic power came. She suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell downwards.
With her cultivation in the Golden Core Realm, she was too insignificant in front of the powerful earthly immortals.
A single wave of magic power could seriously injure her.
"Sister Gu!"
"Daoyou Gu!"
Ye Yao exclaimed, and hurriedly drove the light to Gu Qian and caught her.
At the same time, Qing Chen turned into a spirit sword, emitting bursts of green light, carrying the two of them back.
"I didn't expect that there were still some people loyal to him in the demon god world. Since he is hiding and acting like a turtle, you will have to be buried with him."
Mo Yao stood proudly in the air, holding the Brahma Golden Holy Lotus, like a god descending from heaven.
He looked at Ye Yao, Gu Qian and others indifferently, and the spiritual pressure on the golden lotus was slowly released, suppressing the sky.
With a whoosh, a green light suddenly flashed out, and the Qingchen Sword flashed in front of Gu Qian, with a sharp edge, heading towards the Brahma Golden Holy Lotus.
"A mere sword spirit, like an ant!"
Looking at the Qingchen Sword breaking through the air, Mo Yao's eyes flashed with contempt.
With a flick of his finger, the golden light of the Brahma Golden Holy Lotus surged, turning into golden raindrops that rolled down wildly.
A deafening explosion sounded, and in the void, the green sword light was instantly covered by golden light. Mo Yao clenched his palm, and fine cracks appeared on the surface of the Qingchen Sword, and it was about to turn into ashes.
"Qingchen!"
Gu Qian's eyes were red, and he wanted to summon Qingchen but it was too late.
"Buzz!"
A heavy low hum resounded in the void, and the sword energy was filled with mournful cries. The next moment, the light of the Qingchen Sword dimmed, and the sword body broke into two.
Looking at the gradually dimming green sword light in the air, Gu Qian looked desolate.
Qingchen has been with her for many years. Although they are not master and servant, they have long been in tune with each other. I didn't expect that Qingchen would use her as a price to buy this short moment for her.
Gu Qian has a strong character. Seeing Qingchen fall, she couldn't help but tear up.
She stared at the broken Qingchen sword. There was no trace of the sword spirit in it, but she still reached out to take the remaining half and put it into the Qiankun bag with great care.
"Let's go!"
A loud shout came from her ears, and Bai Feng and Han Xiaoxiao flew over together. Bai Feng pressed the Qiankun bag, and the sound of wind bursting kept coming from his sleeves, as if brewing some terrible means.
"Your grandfather, relying on a clone to bully here, is this going to drive me crazy!"
Bai Feng roared with a ferocious face, and saw a red light flying out of his Qiankun bag, turning into a blood-red talisman that rose into the air.
"Boom boom" a loud vibration, the sky flashed with spiritual light, and the surrounding mountains and rivers shook.
"Holy Blood Talisman!"
"When did this kid take the Holy Blood Talisman again?"
The three old immortals in Xueluo Holy Land looked at each other when they saw this scene.
"It's already this time, do we still need to care when he took the Holy Blood Talisman? As long as we can stop Mo Yao, even if this is the last Holy Blood Talisman, what can it do?"
"Everyone quickly send him magic power. Although the Holy Blood Talisman is powerful, Bai Feng's cultivation is not enough, and it is inevitable that he will be backfired by the talisman!"
"Yes, with our help, even if it can't last long, it is enough for him to fully exert the power of the Holy Blood Talisman."
The three of them talked quickly, and then with an order, the strong men in Xueluo Holy Land flew out, each casting spells and pinching their fingers, and the vast magic power rushed towards Bai Feng.
Although the Holy Blood Talisman is powerful, Bai Feng's cultivation will definitely not be able to resist its backlash, and at this time everyone needs to work together.
Moreover, the skills of everyone in the Xueluo Holy Land are of the same origin, so it will not cause any impact on Bai Feng to transfer mana.
Bai Feng was stunned for a moment, and when he felt that it was difficult to support, a surge of power suddenly came to him. He immediately cast the spell without any hesitation.
A round of blood-red light swept wildly, with Bai Feng as the center, and the sky and the earth were all scarlet, from the mountains to the deep sea. The blood of countless monsters was extracted by the talisman, and turned into blood columns that gathered in the talisman.
"Boom!"
The huge light waves gathered in one place and exploded. The area within a hundred miles was instantly scorched earth, and the pressure of the Tongtian Lingbao shrouding the sky was also weakened by several points.
"Spiritual talisman?"
Mo Yao's eyes flashed with some surprise.
"Talismans of this level can only be refined in the spirit world. There are no corresponding materials in the lower world. It seems that it was left by an ascended cultivator in the demon god world."
"However, after so many years, the power of this talisman has been reduced by more than half. It is really insignificant. If you go against me, you will only die in the end."
Mo Yao shook his head disdainfully, and as he spoke, he gently opened his five fingers, and the Brahma Golden Holy Lotus immediately rotated and flew out.
The golden and red lights intertwined together, and the spiritual pressure in the void was like the sea, shaking the heaven and earth. Seeing this, all the cultivators retreated one after another, but they were soon submerged by the aftermath, and many people turned into blood mist and exploded on the spot.
Immediately afterwards, the blood-colored rainbow was suppressed by the golden light, and it quickly flew back at a speed visible to the naked eye, just like the barrier just now, and soon became thinner.
"An ant trying to shake a tree. Since you are seeking death, I will grant your wish!"
Mo Yao looked down at Bai Feng, holding the Brahma Golden Holy Lotus and waving it in the air. A large piece of golden light rushed down, and several huge mountains below instantly turned into powder and collapsed.
Obviously, the Holy Blood Talisman did not cause any harm to him.
Bai Feng was stunned. He didn't expect that even the Holy Blood Talisman couldn't stop the opponent. However, he was not stupid enough to fight a powerful earth immortal. Then he touched the Qiankun bag again and threw out all kinds of talismans without any cost.
There were at least hundreds of them, which exploded one by one in the air.
Even Mo Yao, who came from the spiritual world, saw that someone could offer so many talismans at once, and a trace of disbelief flashed in his eyes.
He quickly pinched a spell, and the golden light suddenly turned into lightning, rushing down among the talismans like a sharp sword.
"Puff" several muffled sounds came out, and all the talismans disappeared in an instant, but strangely, Bai Feng also disappeared at this time.
Not only that, Taoist Deng Xuan and Gu Qian and others also disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Everyone seemed to have evaporated from the world, and the surroundings were empty.
Mo Yao glanced around with a gloomy face.
Suddenly, a sharp light flashed in his eyes, and he sneered: "Your tricks, a mere illusion world talisman, do you think you can hide it from my eyes?"
Before he finished speaking, Mo Yao's figure flashed, and he appeared a hundred miles away like teleportation, and a ray of light flashed in from his fingertips.
A sharp sound suddenly came from the void, and the space trembled slightly, revealing a group of Northern Territory cultivators who were flying away.
"I said, if Ye Chunyang doesn't show up, I will kill you all." Mo Yao looked at everyone with indifference like a judgement fairy who came across the boundary.
"Everyone, go!"
Deng Xuan Taoist took a step forward, and the spiritual energy around him surged. He drew a spell with his hands, and a bronze ancient lamp appeared in front of him.
The aura of this ancient lamp was extremely extraordinary, and it was obviously some kind of extremely high-grade magic weapon.
After offering the ancient lamp, Deng Xuan Taoist sat down on the spot, his expression calm and natural, as if he was not facing a desperate situation of life and death, but an ordinary meditation practice.
But at this moment, his eyes were full of determination, nothing could shake him. As the spell was cast, the bronze ancient lamp revealed an ancient and vast aura, just like the Qingchen Sword just now, with an unstoppable momentum, and rushed straight towards Mo Yao.
"Don't overestimate your own ability!"
Mo Yao showed sarcasm, without even looking at Taoist Deng Xuan, and casually flicked his fingers.
With a loud bang, the light of the bronze ancient lamp suddenly shrank, and it hung in the air motionless, while Taoist Deng Xuan's eyes were wooden, his arms drooped unnaturally, and his life breath gradually dissipated.
"Uncle Deng Xuan!"
Gu Qian turned around and looked at the slightly skinny figure of the old man in Taoist robes, and her heart was uneasy.
Taoist Deng Xuan's face was very peaceful, without any pain, but he was forever lifeless.
Gu Qian never thought that Taoist Deng Xuan, who had always targeted her in the past and hated her and Ye Chunyang because of Zhang Wuchen's death, would make such a decision to use his life to exchange for their chance of escape.
"Can you escape?" Mo Yao sneered coldly and waved his hand to cast a spell.
Gu Qian was surrounded by countless flashes of light, and then his body was involuntarily lifted into the air and was bound in mid-air.
"According to the information I have received, it seems that you are Ye Chunyang's confidante in the Demon God Realm? I wonder how he would feel if I killed you?"
Mo Yao put one hand behind his back and cast a spell in the air with the other hand, looking at Gu Qian indifferently.
Gu Qian looked painful. She tried her best to mobilize her magic power, but she was far from Mo Yao's cultivation level and could not break free from his spell at all.
Below, Ye Yao, Bai Feng and others all showed a resolute look.
Among them, the only cave heaven cultivator was dead and could no longer compete with Mo Yao. Although they knew it was like an egg hitting a rock, they would not sit and wait for death.
"Ye Chunyang, do you still want to hide and be a coward at this point?"
"Don't you want to avenge me for planting the God-killing Curse in your body? I came to the lower world to kill you. Why, now you don't dare to come out and fight me?"
Mo Yao shouted.
His voice echoed in the air, but there was no response for a long time.
"If you want to kill him, step over my body first!" Gu Qian said coldly.
Although she was bound, she looked firm.
"Haha, it's really stupid. Do you really think I don't dare to kill you?"
"Ye Chunyang is a person who deserves to die. This is true in the spirit world and the demon god world. All of you must die."
Looking at Gu Qian's fearless face, Mo Yao's face was cold. Why are so many people willing to stand by Ye Chunyang? Whether in the spirit world or the demon god world, he seems to be the faith of everyone.
This made Mo Yao very unhappy.
He suddenly raised his hand and a huge palm hit Gu Qian through the air, wanting to kill him on the spot.
At this moment, something strange happened!
A mysterious force came from nowhere, and before Mo Yao's palm wind fell, it suddenly turned into nothingness and dispersed. The people who were suppressed by the Brahma Golden Holy Lotus suddenly felt the pressure relieved.
"You really took great pains to find me."