Chapter 29: Bloody Disaster

This was a groundbreaking event, rarely seen in modern history.

A strong and iron-blooded army, with only a few hundred people, but as majestic and magnificent as a mountain, dares to attack an immortal heritage.

It has to be said that Wanchu Holy Land is in a very tragic situation. The Holy Lord died not long ago, and after they finally elected a new Holy Lord, someone came to their door.

In the outside world, hundreds of ancient creatures were like ancient demons, with overwhelming arrogance. That momentum alone was enough to collapse the sky and destroy the void.

It makes people fear from the bottom of their hearts, submit, tremble with fear, and dare not resist at all.

Countless disciples of the holy land turned into blood mist in an instant and dissipated between heaven and earth. If they were not powerful enough, they could not even withstand the natural aura emitted by these creatures.

In the core area of ​​Wanchu, there are living fossil-level characters, their eyes are wide open and their hearts are filled with despair.

What kind of sin has he committed? A large group of devils who are at least the King of Slayers have come here. Is there any way for Wan Chu to survive?
"The descendants who blaspheme God shall be destroyed at the beginning of eternity!"

Qinghe whispered the cause and effect, and it reached the ears of everyone in this space.

The seemingly gentle tone sent chills down the spine of everyone who heard it.

The beauty in purple, with skin as white as cream and a slim figure, was so beautiful that it made people intoxicated. But the words she spoke made people feel as if they were falling into the abyss and were chilled to the bone.

"She is the ancient king who caused chaos in Kunyun Ancient City. She is from Zishan!"

The new Wanchu Saint Lord said, quickly explaining the situation.

Every holy land has its own information channel. Not long ago in Kunyun, Wanchu Holy Land suffered a great loss.

It would be fine if only an ordinary powerful person died, but the beheading of the Holy Lord was really undignified. It was equivalent to a slap in the face to the Wanchu Holy Land, making them pay special attention to it.

Therefore, after Qinghe organized his troops to withdraw from Zishan, Wanchu actively participated in the exploration of Zishan by various holy places and aristocratic families.

This is what is called entering the Purple Mountain in the original book. The result is obvious: they failed to succeed and a large number of famous people in the Dragon Transformation Realm died, and there were even masters at the Immortal Level.

But from this we also know that Qinghe and their lineage came from Zishan, so they are not completely ignorant.

Saint Lord Wanchu reacted quickly. He rang the Taoist bell nine times in a row. This was a signal that the holy land had entered a moment of life and death, and it ordered all the great masters who were in seclusion to wake up.

The entire holy land entered a state of war to fight against foreign enemies.

One after another, streams of blood and energy like dragons rushed up into the sky. They were all powerful men of the time, with abundant blood and energy and extraordinary fighting power.

There are more than hundreds of them, and these are the essence of Wanchu Holy Land and its important combat force.

"These holy places are really cowardly. They can easily send out hundreds of powerful people, but they let a few small demon kings roam the Eastern Wilderness and think they can challenge the holy places."

The Emperor Xian chuckled and did not comment.

More than seven hundred copper warships took off, all of them were heavy weapons of war, comparable to the powerful ones, and possessed combat power of that level.

There were even three warships among them that had particularly different auras, as if they could rival the king of the three immortal swords of the human race.

Thousands of puppets appeared, all of them were strange corpses from ancient times, and were trained by the holy land with special means. Although they were not as powerful as complete ones, they also possessed some of the combat power of powerful ones and could fight for a short time.

These war machines moved together, emitting all kinds of destructive lights. For a moment, the entire Wanchu was filled with brilliant light, illuminating the entire holy land.

Thousands of light beams are equivalent to a powerful attack. Even the kings have to retreat and turn away, otherwise they will be turned into powder and crushed in an instant.

"In terms of the current situation, there is still something to it."

You Lian commented, not really caring, and just played with her fingers out of boredom.

The four kings, Blood Dragon, Dapeng, Lightning and Black Water, guard the formation flag to prevent an ancient sage from suddenly jumping out and running away with Wan Chu's treasure.

Qinghe and Youlian are standing by to support and can intervene at any time.

More than three hundred immortal three-slash Taoists, clad in iron armor, formed a large black mass, like a black torrent, rushing past everything, destroying everything in their path, and making the earth tremble.

Palace after palace was breached, and all kinds of fleeing people were crushed, leaving mud all over the ground, with only blood mist floating. Whether in the sky or on the ground, the figures of iron-blooded warriors were everywhere, destroying everything that stood in their way.

This is simply an unstoppable group of soldiers, and they have an indescribable terrifying power.

Because they are a group of kings, and there are even semi-saints in charge. Who in the world can compete with them?

"Combined formation!"

The leading half-saint of the ancient clan shouted loudly, and mysterious runes flashed on all of them, connecting them together.

The various forces seem to be integrated and can be fused together.

This is an ancient battle formation that can command and integrate the power of the tribesmen. This kind of inheritance is almost lost in the world today, and the holy land has not mastered this method.

"cut!"

A purple divine sword, piercing through heaven and earth, penetrating everything, cutting the sky in half.

That kind of power was too terrifying. The ancient war ships, the ancient strange corpses, and the mighty beings of the time were all nothing but chickens and dogs, unable to withstand a single blow. It was almost as if he had the complete power of the Holy Way.

If it weren’t for the extraordinary nature of this ancient land, with an ancient Taoist aura stabilizing the terrain, the oldest holy land in the Eastern Wilderness would have been sunk in an instant.

The Wanchu Holy Land blew up almost all of its ancient ships and puppets before it was able to stop the aftermath.

The terrifying energy storm spread in all directions. Under this earth-shattering force, there were almost no living people within a radius of thousands of miles, except for a few core areas of Wanchu that were guarded by formations.

Everything returns to the Tao and heaven, back to nature.

This was a massacre. A casual blow from the Slayer could shatter mountains into pieces, shake the sky, and turn several powerful people into blood mist.

Faced with the hordes of Immortal Three Dao Slayers, the strong men from Wanchu Holy Land had no power to fight back at all. They were crushed and trampled by their horses.

Many young monks tried to escape, but facing the Immortal Three Dao Slashers, there was no way to go up to the sky, and no door to enter the earth. Where can they escape to? The outcome has already been determined.

Unless the oldest great sage of Wanchu Holy Land is still alive, there may still be a glimmer of hope to turn the tide.

This is almost impossible. The time period is too long ago, and the ancient books of Donghuang clearly record that he passed away and cannot reappear.

Blood rain was falling from the sky, it was so desolate, as if even the heavens were feeling emotional and shedding tears.

The ancestral kings knew that this was just a normal phenomenon caused by excessive killing and bloodshed in a confined space. Such racial wars were not uncommon in ancient times.

Inside the Supreme Palace, tears of blood flowed from the eyes of the new Wanchu Saint Lord, because he was hurt by the dazzling sword light.

"Is it really still impossible to stop it?"

The four directions were blocked by the formation, and he couldn't even keep some fire. His heart sank.

I might become the last Holy Lord of Wanchu. The glorious Wanchu will end in my hands.

Even though he was a powerful man, he couldn't help but cry and found it difficult to control his emotions.

He pulled himself together and shouted loudly.

"My race has been with Wanchu for a hundred thousand years, and we are determined to die today!"

"As the Holy Lord, I ask all the Supreme Elders to open the eternal divine treasure and reveal all the essence."

"Even if we can't win, we must bite off a piece of flesh from the enemy!"

The Supreme Temple, located in the abyss of chaos, is itself a holy vessel.

All the ultimate foundations of Wanchu Holy Land are sealed here!

(End of this chapter)