"Just stay in this hall and protect yourself as soon as there's any movement. As long as you don't participate in the battle, you should be able to protect yourself with your current strength."
Luo Qingyun glanced at Li Hongxiu not far away and cautioned carefully.
Wei Qing said to Li Hongxiu, "This battle is enough to affect the future fate of this universe and even the huge trouble in the Upper Realm. Experiencing this battle in person will be of great help to your growth."
Che You said, "Hongxiu, don't die. Otherwise, I'll die too."
Li Hongxiu sat cross-legged and said calmly, "Uncles, be careful. I'll be fine."
Luo Qingyun said, "Let's go."
The three figures flickered and disappeared from the hall.
Li Hongxiu's calm face began to show a worried expression as she looked out the window with her big bright eyes.
Yang Xuanzang saw three beams of light flashing above the hall. One of them soared into the sky to meet You Chen, while the other two fell into the battlefield and attacked Donggong Li and the others.
"This is really troublesome."
Fu Zhen's expression became serious. Although there were many peak experts on his side, the seven-star and eight-star Lord of the Thousand Realms were far inferior to the enemy. Soon, they were all wiped out. Many ants could bite an elephant to death. Falling Dust had already recovered to the peak nine-star state, but the Blood Saint Patriarch was about to collapse under the siege of everyone.
"Fu Zhen! I don't believe you! Didn't you say you would win? How are we going to fight against the entire universe?! Where's Lord Fan Wu? Why hasn't he shown himself yet?! "
The Blood Saint Patriarch shouted. Being besieged by seven or eight nine-star Thousand Realms Whirling experts, even if he maintained his ten-star state, he began to show signs of collapse. As long as he weakened, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Fu Zhen said, "Patriarch, don't worry. Lord Fan Wu will be here soon."
The Blood Saint Patriarch said angrily, "If Fan Wu doesn't come, I'll leave!" He still had the strength to escape now, but once he fell back to the nine-star Thousand Realms Whirling stage, he would be besieged by everyone. Therefore, he had to escape as soon as possible.
Falling Dust hurriedly said, "Blood Saint Patriarch, as long as you're willing to leave, you can leave now. We won't make things difficult for you."
Fu Zhen smiled and said, "Patriarch, are you really leaving? Yang Qingxuan is still here. Don't you want to take revenge? "
"What?!"
The Blood Saint Patriarch was shocked and looked at the battlefield in the distance. His eyes fell on Yang Qingxuan, and he seemed to have some resemblance to Yang Qingxuan, but he couldn't be sure.
Fu Zhen said, "It's him. He fused with another ghost cultivator."
The Blood Saint Patriarch roared, "Damn it! Yang Qingxuan, I will kill you today! "
That decadent aura soared once again, pressing down on the Nine Star Thousand Realms Whirling cultivators in all directions. Moreover, it seemed like it wanted to break through the encirclement and kill Yang Qingxuan.
Dustfall became depressed. He knew about the enmity between the Blood Saint Patriarch and Yang Qingxuan. He said as he fought, "That drop of essence blood no longer exists. It's useless even if you kill Yang Qingxuan. Why do you have to sink into this quagmire and risk your life for others?"
He saw that the relationship between the Blood Saint Forefather and Fu Zhen was not so reliable, so he tried his best to comfort them.
"Hehe, no matter what you say, Yang Qingxuan will definitely die today!" The Blood Saint Patriarch's face was ferocious. His desire to kill Yang Qingxuan was greater than anything else. He kept blasting away the Nine Star Thousand Realms Whirling cultivators who were besieging him. Then, his figure flickered and shot toward Yang Qingxuan.
"Yang Qingxuan, watch out!"
Dustfall was anxious. He had exhausted a lot of his stamina and couldn't catch up to the Blood Saint Patriarch's speed. He summoned the Giant God Pagoda to suppress the Blood Saint Patriarch. The others also hurriedly acted, wanting to stop the Blood Saint Patriarch.
Yang Qingxuan had just killed a Nine Star Thousand Realms Whirling cultivator when he felt great danger. The Blood Saint Patriarch's blood-red light was in front of him in an instant, and it was a Ten Star Thousand Realms Whirling cultivator. Endless anger turned into a palm and slammed down. He didn't even care about the countless attacks behind him. He swore to kill Yang Qingxuan!
"Watch out!"
Hong Xiao, Zi Xin, and the others also sensed Yang Qingxuan's danger and hurriedly flew over to help. They all fought together with Yang Qingxuan.
"As a martial cultivator, in addition to cultivation, you also have to cultivate your state of mind. How many years have you cultivated? Why are you still so angry? Did you cultivate all that for a dog?"
Yang Xuanzang sneered, but his expression wasn't good. He pushed his Divine Body to the extreme and merged it with the halberd's frequency.
The Blood Saint Patriarch was so angry that he lost his mind and roared, "Die!"
"Boom!"
The six lights were Hong Xiao, Zi Xin, Dongguo Sheng, Dongfang Wu, Qing Sheng, and Yang Xuanzang.
Together, they clashed with the Blood God's first palm.
In an instant, the six lights were crushed. The blood-red light that suppressed heaven and earth enveloped the six of them, and a terrifying force blasted on them one after another.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! "
The six of them all vomited blood and were directly sent flying.
Qing Sheng's body trembled. He couldn't withstand the Blood Qi anymore. With a "bang", he exploded and died on the spot.
"Qing Sheng!"
Zi Xin shouted anxiously. Sorrow came from her heart, and she vomited blood. Her eyes were red and tears fell from her eyes.
Yang Xuanzang wasn't feeling well either. He kept spitting out blood, but he was the one who was in the best condition other than Hong Xiao. Seeing Qing Sheng die, he roared angrily, grabbed his halberd, and charged towards the Blood Saint Patriarch.
Hua Shanfu, Weng Bai, and the others also arrived in time. They suppressed the Blood Saint Patriarch again and attacked with all their might.
"Damn it! Kill! Kill! Kill! "
Seeing that Yang Qingxuan wasn't dead, the Blood Saint Patriarch went into a frenzy. His ten-star power didn't increase or decrease, and was maintained at the peak. He crushed the organs of the people around him. He was only holding on with his will.
Yang Xuanzang's eyes were bloodshot as well. With a roar, he charged forward and hacked madly at the waves of blood. He was sent flying by the waves of blood, but he charged forward again and again to hack at the waves of blood with his halberd, valiant and unyielding.
The Blood Saint Patriarch wasn't in a good condition either. He was surrounded by the masters of the world. If he was careless, he would be at a disadvantage. If the battle dragged on, he would definitely die. He was anxious and angry.
"If the battle continues, it will be hard to win."
In the endless darkness, two figures stood alone and watched the battle calmly. The one behind them was the gluttonous snake. He frowned slightly and said worriedly.
Wu Fan said, "The Amo Luo Consciousness has divided too much. It will greatly affect my power. I can't divide it anymore."
The gluttonous snake said, "Master, you should focus on recovering. The outcome of the battle isn't important." He paused and said, "It seems that Mo Lun has stood us up."
Wu Fan's face flashed coldly, and said, "After this battle, kill that Mo Lun first. If he can't be used by me, then there's no need for him to exist."
The gluttonous snake said respectfully, "Yes."
Wu Fan said, "You go fight too, or we will lose."
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