He did not hold back this time. All the Great Spirit in his body turned into Haotian's Divine Light and gushed out along with the momentum of the blade. What was more terrifying was that there was also a killing soul in the blade.
That was the killing soul of the border army of the Tang Empire. He started cultivating it at Shubi Lake and it was only perfected after the massacre in the City of Wei.
The dark blade fell on the head of the national master this time.
This time, the national master could no longer move his body like a ghost.
Because his body was fixed by Yu Lian at the stream.
The national master put his palms together and clamped Ning Que's blade.
Ning Que lowered his head and continued to move forward in silence.
The national master's face suddenly turned extremely pale. The wooden prayer beads hanging around his neck broke one by one at a speed visible to the naked eye. They turned into wood dregs and were blown away by the wind.
This blood sacrificing array was indeed marvelous.
The array would be wherever the national master was.
Even though they were dozens of miles apart, the arrays were still connected.
Therefore, his whereabouts were hard to track as they reflected each other.
But now, Yu Lian caught his blade in the west and Ning Que slashed him in the east. The Senior Sister and Junior Brother from the Academy used the simplest method to break his trap.
Both sides were breaking the array. Which side should the national master defend? Defend both sides? Even if he had the killing soul of the entire Golden Tribe Royal Court, how could he defeat the attack from two powerful people like Yu Lian and Ning Que?
As the wooden prayer beads broke faster and faster, the national master's face became paler and paler. He felt that the power in Ning Que's iron blade was endless and he did not know how long he could hold on.
The young monk's face also became more and more pale by the dried up stream in the west. He felt that the power coming from the blade was endless and he did not know how long Yu Lian could hold on.
The young monk screamed in anger and pain. The machete in his hand trembled violently.
Almost at the same time, dozens of miles away in the east, the old national master on the horse carriage also screamed unwillingly. The wooden prayer beads hanging suddenly broke and a terrifying aura shrouded the entire carriage array!
The dozen or so High Priests around the formation suddenly turned into a dozen or so blossoms of blood … Without any warning, a dozen or so high-level High Priests died just like that! Moreover, he had died such a miserable death!
The blood was like a fountain, spraying toward the array of carriages from all directions. Ning Que did not know what was hidden in the blood, but he felt a little uneasy.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh. A bloody rainstorm fell from the sky. All the blood of the thirteen High Priests was sucked out by the Blood Sacrificing Formation and finally sprinkled on the iron boxes in the air. Some of the blood seeped into the white skulls, and some fell on the ground, wetting the weeds and making them look like bloody dew.
Ning Que let out a muffled groan, and the crystal water droplet in his body suddenly burst open. Vast amounts of Great Spirit poured into his limbs, and then turned into Haotian's Divine Light, spreading out through countless pores.
In an instant, his body began to burn, turning him into a flaming man.
The blood rain that fell from the sky made sizzling sounds after falling into the flames. There were also faint ear-piercing screams and cries of pain, and there was even a faint burnt smell.
Not a single drop of the High Priest's blood fell on Ning Que.
But he could not relax, because the national master in front of the blade … suddenly became much stronger. The wrinkles on his face were flattening at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he looked ten years younger in an instant!
Could this be the strongest move of the Blood Sacrificing Formation?
Ning Que did not know that by the stream dozens of miles away in the west, the young monk had suddenly disappeared. The machete was deeply inserted into the dry and cracked ground.
The national master used the lives of more than ten High Priests to do one thing, and that was to reunite the Blood Sacrificing Formation. In other words, the young monk had instantly returned to the field!
This was the reason why Ning Que saw that the national master had become younger quickly!
Ning Que did not know the reason, but he knew that he had to temporarily avoid it.
The iron cutlass turned in the air and avoided the young national master's strong will. Without hesitation, he dragged the cutlass and drew something in the blood rain with his trembling right hand.
The national master chose to return to the east instead of letting the old national master's soul return to the young monk's body. The reason was simple. In his eyes, Ning Que was still not as scary as Yu Lian.
He subconsciously wanted to avoid Yu Lian.
The east and west were dozens of miles away, and he used the formation to return as fast as lightning. He believed that he would have enough time to kill Ning Que before Yu Lian arrived, and then he could focus on dealing with Yu Lian.
The young national master left the horse carriage, and with the flow of the Qi of Heaven and Earth, he flew towards Ning Que.
The lightness, the freedom. He was indeed a powerhouse from the grassland. His familiarity with the heaven and earth was far beyond the cultivators from the Central Plains, and Ning Que could not compare.
Ning Que held the cutlass horizontally and flew backwards, but his speed was not as fast as the national master.
But he was not afraid. He stared at the national master's eyes silently, and his wrist turned again.
There was a soft sound.
The young national master's face turned pale again, and there was a clear blood mark between his fingers.
That was the Talisman of Two that Ning Que wrote under the cover of the Divine Light.
If the national master did not have the entire Blood Sacrificing Formation, his entire arm would have been broken.
The national master was expressionless, and he flew forward again.
Dozens of miles. The stream was only dozens of miles away, and Yu Lian would arrive in a moment. He had to be faster.
However, it was a pity that he still underestimated Yu Lian's speed.
In the sky full of dark clouds, a shrill howl suddenly sounded. A clear thin line cut through the entire layer of clouds, drawing from the west to the east, and ending at the battlefield full of flames.
There was a loud bang!
Yu Lian jumped down from the sky.
This time, she did not walk over from the water, but really jumped down from the gray sky.
The national master could not avoid it like how he dealt with Ning Que previously, and could only take it head-on.
It was as if a hammer had smashed on a giant bell.
The entire grassland seemed to have heard the loud bang.
In the broken carriage, between the iron boxes that were suspended in the air, there were strong Qi flying everywhere, and there was blood everywhere.
After a long time, the blood fog gradually disappeared, and the bell gradually quieted down.
There were a few deep wrinkles at the corner of the national master's eyes. Under his feet was the cracked ground, behind him was the iron box that contained the white bones, and in front of him was Ning Que, who was covered in Divine Light, and Yu Lian, who had her hands behind her back.
There was silence, or perhaps she was adjusting her breath and resting.
"I've lost."
The national master looked at the Academy's Senior Brother and Junior Sister, and smiled with some difficulty. He said, "Actually, I've lost the moment you saw through me. I never thought that I could defeat both of you at the same time."
Yu Lian was expressionless, and she did not speak.
Ning Que was very calm. He said, "Then why don't you kill yourself? What are you doing?"
"But it's still very difficult for you to kill me."
The Imperial Preceptor squinted his eyes and looked at the ten metal boxes floating in the air. He looked at the white human skulls in the boxes and said slowly, "I have already merged with this formation. If you can't break this formation, you won't be able to hurt my foundation. And the power of the human world can't break this formation."
Ning Que said, "There is no array in the world that can't be broken … Even if this array contains the killing power of the Golden Tribe for hundreds of years, when I mobilize more than a hundred thousand Tang soldiers, I can easily break it by spitting."
"But that needs time." The national master looked at him quietly and said.
Yu Lian suddenly said, "I never like things that are too troublesome."
Her yellow dress floated in the air, and she reached out to hit one of the iron boxes.
Previously, when she jumped down from the sky, the Grand Tutor was covered in blood. At the same time, a crack appeared on the corner of the metal box. Now, as her petite palm landed, there was another terrifying sound that reverberated in the grassland.
Boom!
She slapped again.
Boom!
The national master's face became extremely pale. He sat cross-legged on the last horse carriage, and struggled to maintain the array.
But Ning Que did nothing. He put the iron cutlass back into the sheath, and walked under Yu Lian. He quietly watched what she was doing, as if he was enjoying a good show.
Yu Lian slapped for the third time, and the crack on the iron box finally widened.
The iron box that Ning Que could not cut open with his iron cutlass with all his strength, and the iron box that was made of secret iron refined by the fire of the soul for a long time, was cracked by her small hand.
The national master looked at Yu Lian and frowned. He said, "Do you really think that you can break my array with your physical strength? Twenty-Three-year Cicada Cultivation, you think too highly of yourself. "
As expected, as he finished his words, the smell of blood came out from the depths of the white bones in the iron box, and then the crack on the iron box became smaller at a speed visible to the naked eye!
Yu Lian frowned, and seemed to be a little displeased.
Ning Que looked up at her without saying anything.
The wind on the grassland blew the hem of her dress. Yu Lian took a breath. The wind around the carriage formation was so strong that the yellow skirt was fluttering, and looked like a flag.
She took a deep breath, causing her slightly curvy chest to heave up and down.
Previously in the City of Wei, A Da's deep breath had sucked in half the air and the Qi of Heaven and Earth in the street into his body.
Yu Lian seemed to be sucking in all the Qi of Heaven and Earth in the whole grassland into her body.
She raised her small white hand again.
Her hand fell on the iron box again.
There was a loud buzzing sound!
The broken pieces of the carriage were blown in all directions by the violent hurricane.
Ning Que groaned, and resisted the power by force.
Blood flowed out from the ears of the national master.
The violent sound wave spread far and wide, even hundreds of miles away.
In front of Kaiping Market, the cavalries of both sides who were fighting desperately suddenly stopped waving their weapons, and covered their ears with their pale faces in pain. The war horses were even more pitiful, and fell to the ground in pain.
Yu Lian's small face was also a little pale.
But her expression was still like ice, transparent and indifferent.
She reached out and patted the iron box again.
With a cracking sound, the iron box was broken.
The yellow skirt kept flashing above the Wilderness. She hit more than ten times, and the horrible sound wave spread around, and the iron boxes were broken.
Countless white skulls fell to the ground with a rustle.
A pure Haotian Divine Flame gushed out from Ning Que's palm, and instantly burned those skulls to ashes. Those resentful souls that were imprisoned by the national master and the high priests finally got a real release.
The blood sacrifice array was broken.
The national master was covered with blood, and his pale and old face was full of blood and sweat.
He looked at Yu Lian, and his eyes were full of confusion.
He did not understand how she could break the blood sacrifice array that he had prepared for years with only her strength.
"I don't think too highly of myself."
Yu Lian returned to the ground, and walked to him with her hands behind her back. She looked down at him and said, "You are standing too low, and the power of the human world cannot break the array. You don't even know what is power. "
The wind on the grassland gently blew the yellow skirt.
She was so small and thin, but so tall and big.
She was a little girl, but also a Great Guru.
The national master used the power of the whole clan to make the blood sacrifice array, and he even used the secret method of witchcraft to incarnate. But all of these were meaningless in front of her. No matter how magical witchcraft, Buddhist Dharma or Taoist Canon was, it was no match for her power.
She was the Grandmaster of the Devil's Doctrine, famous for her mystery. She had disappeared in the cultivation world for 23 years, and no one knew that she had been practicing Hairpin-style Small Regular Script by the east window of the old library of the Academy. That was because the Headmaster wanted her to calm down.
She calmed her mind and stopped thinking about other things. Conspiracies and Dharma Access were no longer important. She cultivated herself to be extremely pure. Purity was in the mind, and purity was in the power.
She returned to the origin of the cultivation of the Devil's Doctrine, and returned to the most correct path. So she became the most powerful person in the Devil's Doctrine for thousands of years. She was not immortal, but she could move mountains.
She could even move a mountain, not to mention a few iron boxes. (Salute to the bean)
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"I don't think I have failed."
The national master looked at the blood flowing like a waterfall on his body, and his old face suddenly showed the last bit of confidence. He looked at Yu Lian and Ning Que and said, "At least I saved the last bloodline of the Golden Tribe."
According to the time, this terrifying battle between the powerhouses in the north of the City of Wei had lasted for half a day. Chanyu and the Duoer Cavalry might have run more than a hundred miles away.
"It doesn't matter how far they run. Is it meaningful?"
Ning Que looked at him and said, "You know very well that they will all die."
At this moment, snow suddenly fell from the sky.
Although the Wilderness was much colder than the Central Plains, and there were times when it suddenly snowed at the end of spring, it was still warm around the City of Wei yesterday. Why did it suddenly snow now?
Ning Que looked up and found that it was the dark clouds that were summoned by the blood sacrifice array. Because they had blocked the sunlight for too long, the clouds below started to frost, and now it finally fell.
The snow became heavier and heavier, and gradually became a blizzard.
During the blizzard, it was the most difficult to track, unless it was a real powerhouse.
The national master thought that this was an opportunity for the Golden Tribe Royal Court.
Because he had already guessed that Tang should be leading the Desolate Men to resist the counterattack of the Divine Halls of West-Hill's cavalry in the Eastern Wilderness. Only Yu Lian from the Academy came, and she should not be fighting again.
"Look, it's snowing."
He looked at the snowy sky and said with a smile, "This is the salt that Tengri sprinkled on the human world. It will protect his most devout followers and guide them out of the valley."
Yu Lian looked up at the sky and slightly squinted her eyes. She said, "That girl always liked to add too much salt when she was cooking in the back of the mountain. Now that I think about it, it's really annoying."
The national master was slightly stunned, and then he understood what she was talking about. He could not help but sigh bitterly. As a devout follower of Haotian, it was really painful to talk to those who had lived with Haotian for a long time in the back of the mountain of the Academy. A Da in the City of Wei was like that, and now his relatives were like that.
The blizzard came very suddenly. In just a moment, the Wilderness was covered with a thick layer of snow. The snow was so dazzling that it was hard to see the scenery in the distance. Suddenly, a soul-stirring roar came from the depths of the blizzard.
It should be the roar of some kind of beast, but the sound was too loud. It seemed that the beast must be extremely huge to have a resonating cavity that could transmit the sound in all directions.
The national master looked into the blizzard and faintly saw many black shadows approaching slowly.
Those black shadows were very tall, and each of them was like a small mountain.
As the national master of the Golden Tribe, he could naturally guess what was coming. His expression suddenly changed.
Logically speaking, it was impossible for such a powerful beast to come to such a place in the south.
The earth trembled slightly, and the snow was shaken until it became soft.
Those hill-like black shadows slowly walked into the blizzard and came to the front of the three of them.
It was a pack of snow wolves that appeared in the north of the City of Wei.
A pack of Snowfield Direwolves.
Hundreds of Snowfield Direwolves the size of small hills stood silently in the Wasteland, like a snowy river.
Compared to the time when they were forced to go to the south, the current Snowfield Direwolves were obviously different. They were no longer thin and tired. Their once protruding shoulder blades were now covered by strong muscles and snow-white fur. It was all thanks to the guidance of the Eldest Brother that they could obtain a stable source of food in the Wilderness that was close to the human settlements in the south.
The national master was a little confused. He did not understand why these terrifying and powerful creatures would appear here.
The female wolf in the front had smooth and soft snow-white fur. Her expression was gentle, like a beautiful snowy mountain.
On the back of the female wolf, there was an ordinary skinny male wolf. In front of the female wolf, there was a relatively smaller snow wolf. Judging from their expressions, these three should be a family.
Looking at this scene, the national master's expression became extremely interesting. Until today, he did not know that the leader of the Snowfield Direwolves in the northern taiga forest turned out to be an ordinary male wolf.
What happened next made him even more shocked and speechless.
He saw that ordinary male wolf straightened his body and saluted Yu Lian and Ning Que with hands folded in front like a human being.
And Yu Lian and Ning Que also saluted back seriously.
The national master remembered the black donkey and the tens of thousands of wild horses in the Wilderness outside Guhe a few days ago.
He felt that the wind in the Wilderness was getting colder. It had nothing to do with the falling snow or the blood loss. It was only related to these scenes.
Did all of them belong to the Academy?
He suddenly felt that Changsheng was really unfair.
Or maybe, Changsheng really could not do anything to the Academy.
Ning Que whistled.
The young snow wolf wagged its tail happily at him. But it did not run to him. Instead, it turned around with the big team of snow wolves and headed to the back of the blizzard.
Since they were part of the Academy, they naturally had to do something for the Academy.
Looking at the snow wolves disappearing in the blizzard, Ning Que turned to the national master and said, "The Golden Tent … will no longer exist after today."
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