It was unbelievable that the Divine Halls of West-Hill wanted to surrender. The entire Peach Mountain was in an uproar. Cries and curses were heard everywhere. However, Yu Lian said no surrender on behalf of the Academy.
It was even more unbelievable. The Peach Mountain fell into a dead silence. The middle-aged priest frowned and stared at Yu Lian for a long time. He asked in a hoarse voice, "Why?"
From the perspective of the West-Hill Divine Palace, there was no reason for the Academy not to accept their surrender, because Haotian Taoism was still very powerful. The reason why the Divine Hall was willing to surrender was that the real leader of Haotian Taoism, the Hierarch Lord, who seemed to be very tall in the light, had no desire to fight.
To put it more precisely, Xiong Chumo's whereabouts were exposed by Yu Lian years ago in the back of the mountain of the Academy. After that, the radiance could no longer cover the little thing in his robe. After the Abbey Dean left the Peach Mountain and Ye Hongyu jumped into the abyss, he could no longer suppress his fear. He did not understand what was wrong with the world. Why did Haotian abandon Taoism, or why did Taoism abandon Haotian?
After a long struggle, Xiong Chumo decided to surrender. All he wanted was to survive. Maybe the Academy and the Great Tang could give him a high position. Wasn't war always like this? Zhao Nanhai and other bigwigs from the Divine Halls were either convinced or suppressed by him. The middle-aged priest did not object either.
The West-Hill Divine Palace's decision to surrender must have gone through a complicated process and even a bloody struggle. But if Yu Lian had thought about it for a while, she might have figured it out. The problem was, after listening to the middle-aged Taoist's words, she calmly and coldly refused. Why?
Yu Lian did not answer the middle-aged priest because she did not need to.
The Divine Halls of West-Hill would definitely put forward some conditions. For example, Xiong Chumo, the middle-aged priest, Zhao Nanhai, He Mingchi, and many others must live. She and Ning Que would never accept these conditions. So she would not allow them to surrender.
The morning breeze blew her yellow dress and black ponytail gently swayed. Her hands were still behind her back. The middle-aged priest looked at the grandmaster who looked like a little girl and felt cold.
There was no surrender, but there was a battle. The battle between the Academy and Taoism that had lasted for thousands of years was finally coming to an end. Countless people on the plateau looked at the radiant chariot.
The figure of the Hierarch Lord in the carriage was as tall as it had been for decades.
At this moment, he was the spiritual sustenance of tens of thousands of people from the West-Hill Divine Palace. There were many powerhouses from Haotian Taoism on the cliff plateau. As long as the hierarch could fight against Yu Lian, the Divine Hall still had hope.
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The outcome of this thousand-year war, no matter who won or lost, would definitely be unparalleled. This battle would definitely last for a very long time. It would be normal to fight from dawn to dusk.
The Fourth Brother placed the hourglass on the stone. He habitually used calculation to arrange the strategy. A thick incense was lit in the Divine Hall of Haotian. Perhaps it was meaningless to worship the Heaven now, but it could still be used to calm the mind.
A bright red flower was blooming in the Peach Mountain. Under everyone's gaze, Ye Hongyu walked to the cliff platform and looked at the huge sacred sedan in front of the Divine Hall. Her blood-red Robe of Judgment swayed in the wind.
She didn't need to say anything. Everyone knew what she meant. Peach Mountain was in an uproar.
She wanted to fight with Xiong Chumo.
The figure in the divine chariot was as majestic as a mountain, unmoving.
Zhao Nanhai stood in front of the chariot with an indifferent expression.
The Great Divine Priest of the South Sea was a powerhouse at the peak of the Knowing Destiny State. He was qualified to fight with Ye Hongyu.
Behind Zhao Nanhai, there were a dozen powerhouses from the South Sea. Two of them were at the Knowing Destiny State.
The powerhouses from the Academy were Yu Lian, Ye Hongyu, Chen Pipi, and Tang Xiaotang.
The middle-aged priest glanced at Yu Lian and walked back to the giant sedan.
In terms of the number and quality of the powerhouses, the Divine Halls of West-Hill was not weaker than them.
Yu Lian understood the meaning of the middle-aged priest's glance, but she didn't care. There was no extra emotion on her young face. She didn't want to explain what the real powerhouses were.
As far as she knew, Jun Mo, Youngest Brother, and Ye Hongyu were very powerful. Since she wanted to fight, then let her fight. There wouldn't be any surprises.
She even felt a little bored.
So she looked to the north again, just like before, as if there was something worth paying attention to there.
A cool morning breeze rose and wrinkled her thin eyebrows.
The West-Hill Divine Kingdom was some distance away from the East Sea. But the wind here usually came from the sea, and it was usually the east wind. The breeze in the morning light was also the east wind.
At this moment, the wind that brushed against his face came from the far north.
Yu Lian's expression changed slightly. Her young face somehow turned pale.
She turned around and looked at the giant sedan in front of the Divine Hall of Haotian.
Her black ponytails swayed, drawing two black shadows in the gloomy sky.
Her Younger Brothers and Sisters noticed something wrong with her mood and were surprised.
Tang Xiaotang asked, "Teacher, what happened?"
Yu Lian said, "I want to leave."
She looked calm when she said this, and her voice didn't tremble. But everyone could hear her anxiety and anger, and there was no doubt in her voice.
The final battle was about to begin. As the most powerful Senior Sister in the Academy, she had to leave?
What about the next battle?
The Academy and the Tang Empire were about to win. Were they going to leave?
Yu Lian's sudden decision was out of everyone's expectation. But no one objected, because they had already guessed something and their expressions changed.
At this moment, a trace of ruthlessness flashed across Yu Lian's young face. Then she took a breath.
A gust of wind rose on the cliff plateau.
Her chest suddenly swelled, as if she was going to suck in all the air in the Peach Mountain.
Her face suddenly turned pale, as if she was seriously injured. Her eyes suddenly brightened, but the corners of her eyes began to bleed, which looked extremely horrible.
It was not the wind, but the aura of Heaven and Earth in the Peach Mountain. It kept pouring into her body as she breathed!
There was a strange phenomenon between heaven and earth. The green trees on the Peach Mountain kept swaying, throwing down the snow.
Ye Hongyu turned around and looked at the cliff. She was slightly shocked. Even if you are the Twenty-Three-year Cicada Cultivation and your body is as hard as a rock, how can you absorb so much aura of Heaven and Earth in such a short time?
The aura of Heaven and Earth was still pouring into Yu Lian's body.
The horrible amount of aura collided, breaking the corners of her eyes and loosening her ponytail. Her black hair scattered like a waterfall and danced with the wind from the north.
The wind calmed down.
It was not until then that people saw clearly that her black hair was growing longer!
However, no matter how long her black hair grew, it still hung between her knees like before.
Because she was growing taller!
The childishness on Yu Lian's face gradually faded.
But her aura gradually rose until it was majestic.
In a few breaths, she turned from a little girl into a young girl.
Looking at this scene, the middle-aged Taoist gradually became serious. He had read the "Sha" Handscroll of the Tomes of Arcane and knew that many cultivation sects in the world had their own secret methods. Taoism also had a secret method to obtain great power by burning one's life. But he had never heard of a secret method that could let a person go through a long time!
If Ning Que were on the cliff plateau, he would immediately recognize the method Yu Lian used, because he had the fragments of Lian Sheng's consciousness in his sense of perception. More importantly, he had seen Xia Hou age dozens of years instantly on the snow lake.
This was the secret of the Devil's Doctrine.
In an instant, Yu Lian lost ten years of time.
She turned those years, or rather, her life, into power.
What was beautiful was that there was no white hair in the human world.
She used to be a very childish girl.
Ten years later, she had become a woman with a gentle expression but a biting cold expression between her brows.
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Yu Lian reached out to the air.
Tang Xiaotang handed the iron rod to her.
She held the two ends of the iron rod and slowly stroked it. The sharpness slowly reappeared, shining with cold light.
The wind came from the north again, as if it was urging something.
She did not take advantage of the east wind and disappeared when the north wind came.
There was a bluestone road between the cliff and the Divine Hall.
With countless cracking sounds, countless cracks appeared on the bluestone path as it split apart inch by inch.
Yu Lian had already arrived in front of the Divine Hall.
She came to the front of the giant sedan.
Zhao Nanhai was in front of the sedan.
The descendant of light from the South Sea was burning with holy fire in his hands. He looked solemn as he slapped at her.
Yu Lian did not even look at him, nor did she stop walking. She directly crashed into the wall of fire. Her speed was so fast that the space seemed to be deformed. The blazing Haotian Divine Light brought out two flames.
They were like the wings of a firebird.
In fact, they were the wings of a cicada. That was her world.
It was dark in front of the Divine Hall. Even the light of the Hierarch's sedan could not illuminate it.
A muffled sound.
It was like a meteorite falling from the sky. After flying for more than a hundred days, it finally landed on the ground.
Even the earth was about to crack, let alone a human.
Zhao Nanhai was smashed into pieces of flesh and blood. Then, he was purified into smoke by the Haotian's Divine Flame.
After he died, the Haotian's Divine Flame was still there. It even burned his body. This could only mean that Yu Lian's speed had reached an unimaginable level.
Fear shrouded the cliff yard in front of the Divine Hall. The divine priest from the South Sea wanted to shout. The pale Xiaoyu was about to sit down. But before anything happened.
Yu Lian entered the huge sedan. The light suddenly shook, as if it would be extinguished at any time.
Xiong Chumo's angry roar came from the sedan. He was prepared for this old rival and did not dare to take it lightly. In an instant, he entered the Tianqi State!
The prevalence of the New Stream had directly weakened Haotian in the human world. Although Haotian in the Divine Kingdom had become much weaker, the power he obtained from the Tianqi was still as strong as before!
The roar came from the sedan!
Then, the sedan was suddenly smashed!
The 76 gauze curtains hanging on the sedan danced with the wind and went straight into the sky.
When the gauze fell, the smoke and dust also dispersed. The real scene was revealed.
Yu Lian stood there quietly with blood dripping from the corner of her mouth.
Xiong Chumo stood in front of her. There was no wound on his body.
It was the first time for the divine priests from the West-Hill to see the Hierarch's face. The skinny, short and ugly old priest surprised them. But they were more interested to know the result of the battle.
Yu Lian turned around.
A clear cut appeared on Xiong Chumo's body. Then the second cut, the third cut …
The breath of death splashed. His Taoist robe was torn into pieces. Countless cuts appeared, some deep and some shallow. In the end, there were tens of thousands of cuts!
Xiong Chumo knelt down. He was covered in blood, but he was still alive.
He looked at the figure of the woman who was leaving. He clutched his chest in pain, feeling his heart that was cut into petals by the sword was breaking. His eyes were full of despair and confusion.
"Why?"
How could you be so fast? How did you manage to slash out 13,362 times in such a short period of time? Why didn't you accept my surrender? Why would you so resolutely and valiantly choose to perish indiscriminately, even if you might be seriously injured? Why were you so anxious?
Why was I afraid in the end?
Why were you the Twenty-Three-year Cicada Cultivation?
Why did the world need me when you exist?
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Yu Lian did not know what Xiong Chumo was thinking while kneeling on the ground. She did not care what he was thinking.
She thought differently from Xiong Chumo. Although Taoism and Diabolism were irreconcilable, she never regarded him as a lifelong enemy. Because she had always looked down on him. How could he be worthy of her?
She walked to the edge of the cliff, glanced at the middle-aged priest, and then jumped off.
At this moment, the hourglass on the edge of the cliff was just dripping some sand.
The incense in the Divine Hall of Haotian had only burned a small part.
Peach Mountain was in silence.
Dead silence.
No one spoke, because no one knew what to say.
No one shouted, because people were already numb from the shock.
— Everyone thought the war between the Academy and Taoism would last for a long time. However, what had just happened? People thought they were crazy. Otherwise, how could the war end in an instant? How could such a thing happen in the world?
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The middle-aged priest looked at the edge of the cliff where Yu Lian jumped off. He remained silent.
He understood the meaning of her eyes.
She killed Xiong Chumo and then Zhao Nanhai.
Now, the Divine Halls of West-Hill could surrender.
Of course, there were others who had to die too.
Xiong Chumo was not dead yet.
"Maybe I should thank her for leaving you to me."
Ye Hongyu looked at him covered in blood and fell silent. She did not say anything else.
She turned around and walked to the edge of the cliff. She looked at the rising sun in the direction of the East Sea.
It took countless years to build the Divine Halls of West-Hill.
But it only took one morning to destroy it.
Peach Mountain glowed red in the morning light. Even the snow on the ground turned red.
The rising sun was as red as blood.
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