Although Emperor Qing was not afraid of fighting Frost Python while he was injured, he was not in a good condition. Therefore, after a fierce battle, Emperor Qing gradually showed signs of fatigue.
Fighting two Saints and Saintesses consecutively was indeed too stressful. Frost Python sneered when he sensed Emperor Qing's exhaustion.
"Emperor Qing, you are too arrogant. You have already fought with Yun Luan, and now you want to fight with me? Do you really think you are invincible?"
Frost Python knew that he would not be Emperor Qing's opponent if he was in his best condition. However, Emperor Qing was already exhausted and was like an arrow at the end of its flight.
Facing Frost Python's sneer, Emperor Qing said indifferently, "I don't know if I am invincible, but I am more than enough to deal with you."
After he finished speaking, the Azure Sacred Fire around Emperor Qing suddenly surged. A cold light flashed in his eyes. Emperor Qing shouted coldly, "Azure Annihilation."
Along with this cold shout, the green flames suddenly exploded, instantly enveloping the Azure Supreme Thearch and the Frost Python. From afar, it looked like a green sun.
Azure Annihilation was Emperor Qing's killer move. Frost Python's expression changed completely when he was enveloped by the azure flame. He said in disbelief, "Emperor Qing, you … are you crazy? Do you want to die together? "
"Haha, so what if I die together? Once I am done with you, everything will be settled." Emperor Qing laughed loudly when he heard Frost Python's exclamation.
Emperor Qing did not have any more energy to defeat Frost Python, so he chose to die together with it without hesitation.
Under the cover of the Green Flame Sacred Fire, Emperor Qing and Frost Python's figures began to slowly dissipate. Not long after, the two of them disappeared from the sky one after another. At the last moment, Frost Python's heart was filled with unwillingness, but it was useless.
Emperor Qing and Frost Python disappeared at the same time. This year's Hundred Spirits Pool Battle came to a successful end. Next, it was time to divide the Spiritual Pools.
According to what was said before, the Sacred Yin Clan would be eliminated directly, while the Ancient Sacred Clan, Sun Sacred Clan, and Sky Sacred Clan would share the hundred Spiritual Pools equally.
That was his original plan, but in the end, Qin Shuirou proposed that only twenty Spiritual Ponds would be enough. After all, the Heavenly Saint Sect did not contribute much and could be regarded as an enemy. If the Spiritual Ponds were divided equally, the disciples of the Sun Saint Sect would definitely be unhappy. Moreover, Qin Shuirou knew very well that if it were not for him, the Heavenly Saint Sect would not even get a single strand of hair. Thus, they would not be qualified to divide the Spiritual Ponds equally.
At Qin Shuirou's request, the Heavenly Saint Sect received 20 spiritual pools, while the Ancient Saint Sect and Sun Saint Sect each received 40 spiritual pools.
This kind of harvest was indeed considerable, so Zhao Hefeng and the others were all smiles.
Just as the battle for the Hundred Spiritual Pool came to an end, on the other side of the Ancient Sacred Clan, Saint Qingjue's expression was very ugly. He walked all the way to the cave residence in the deepest part of the Ancient Sacred Clan.
This cave residence could be said to be the highest standard and also the most mysterious cave residence in the Ancient Sacred Clan. The owner of this cave residence was the old ancestor of the Ancient Sacred Clan, Randeng Kosei.
Saint Qingjue came personally for the matter of the Sacred Yin Clan.
Some time ago, Xiao Chen captured the Saintess of the Sacred Yin Clan, Mu Yao, and several disciples of the Sacred Yin Clan. Originally, according to the usual practice, the two clans should have negotiated and then the Sacred Yin Clan would compensate and the Ancient Sacred Clan would naturally release them.
This was originally a very simple matter and had happened many times in the past. Both the Ancient Sacred Clan and the Sacred Yin Clan knew how to deal with it.
However, this time, things suddenly became a little strange. Saint Qingjue was in charge of negotiating with the Sacred Yin Clan and had already sent someone to pass the news to the Sacred Yin Clan.
He originally thought that the Sacred Yin Clan would send someone over soon, but after such a long time, there was no reply from the Sacred Yin Clan at all. It was as if they didn't know about this matter at all.
This was very strange. One had to know that Mu Yao was the Saintess of the Sacred Yin Clan. There was no reason for the Sacred Yin Clan to abandon her.
It was because of this that Saint Qingjue sent another message to the Sacred Yin Clan a few days ago. This time, there was finally a reply from the Sacred Yin Clan. However, this reply made Saint Qingjue even more confused.
"If you want to kill, then kill." It was very simple. If you want to kill, then kill. This was the Sacred Yin Clan's reply.
There was no hesitation at all. The Sacred Yin Clan's attitude was very unyielding, and they didn't care about the life and death of Mu Yao and the other disciples. After receiving this reply, Saint Qingjue was naturally furious in his heart. However, he was more puzzled because the Sacred Yin Clan's actions were indeed a little too strange.
Although he was puzzled in his heart, Saint Qingjue also knew that if he killed Mu Yao, things might get out of hand. Therefore, he could only come and ask for his master's opinion.
As a disciple, Saint Qingjue naturally entered Randeng Kosei's cave without any obstruction. The cave of Randeng Kosei was very big, almost equivalent to a small world. There were mountains and rivers, and the environment was very beautiful.
On the peak of a mountain surrounded by clouds, Saint Qingjue saw his master, Randeng Kosei.
There was only a single praying mat on the peak of the mountain, and Randeng Kosei was sitting cross-legged on it with his eyes closed. His white hair fluttered in the wind, giving people a feeling of immortality.
It wasn't appropriate to call Randeng Kosei an old man because apart from his white hair, Randeng Kosei's skin didn't have any wrinkles and was as smooth as a baby's.
Therefore, Randeng Kosei was more like a young man with white hair. He looked young, but at the same time, he gave off an aged vibe. It was especially so when he opened his eyes. His pair of turbid eyes seemed as though they could see through everything in the world.
Randeng Kosei gazed at Saint Qingjue and said unhurriedly. "What's the matter?"
"Master, about the Sacred Yin Clan …" Facing Randeng Kosei's question, Saint Qingjue recounted the matter truthfully.
Ancient Saint Randeng's expression didn't change at all when he heard Saint Qingjue's words. He was still as calm as an ancient well. He sighed softly and said, "What will come will come. That woman still can't let go of what happened back then. Forget it, let's cripple Mu Yao's cultivation and let her go."
Ancient Saint Randeng sighed softly as if he knew something. Hearing this, Saint Qing Jue nodded respectfully in response. "Yes.
He hadn't killed Mu Yao and the others, but he had crippled their cultivations. It wasn't just Mu Yao. Even the two Half-saint experts who had followed Mu Yao had their cultivations crippled.
After cultivating for several hundred years, they were all crippled in a single day. According to Ancient Saint Randeng, Saint Qing Jue had sent Mu Yao and the others away from the Ancient Sacred Sect, settling them in a village that was isolated from the rest of the world.
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