The Blackwind Stronghold was stained with blood. The masters were wiped out, and the corpses were shattered by the aftermath. The abyss created by the Sacred Finger was filled, but it sank again.
Roar!
Whoosh!!!
Lin Wutian had killed 16 people with his sword alone. His bloody clothes fluttered in the air, and the killing range of the Green Light Sword was far greater than that of the Upper Plane.
Ten people from the Ouxi Holy Land killed six of the black-robed men and severely injured three of them. Five or six of them were killed by Ye Qinghan and Lin Wutian in the blink of an eye.
Whoosh!!
Ye Qinghan stretched out his hand, and the Sky Demon Bow appeared in his hand. The Sky Demon Bow was attracted by Ye Qinghan's aura and did not resist. A faint demonic aura was attached to the golden body, and the pressure was terrifying.
At this time, the 20 people from the Ouxi Holy Land were fighting with the 20 black-robed men in the rear. They had suffered heavy casualties, and the battle was even more intense. The two sides were evenly matched. At this time, less than half of them were still fighting. Seventeen of them had died, and seven of them were sitting cross-legged on the ground to recover from their injuries.
The 16 people were still fighting, but they were all covered in blood and more or less injured.
Yar Saint was furious. He rushed to the rear with the Staff of Power in his hand, mobilizing his domain to suppress the black-robed men's strength. At the same time, he suppressed 30% of their strength.
Just when the people from the Ouxi Holy Land had the upper hand, a powerful black-robed man chose to self-destruct. The Ouxi Holy Land and the black-robed men, who were originally seriously injured, were all killed by the aftermath. Even Yar Saint, who was on the periphery, was directly blasted hundreds of miles away.
Ye Qinghan narrowed his eyes at the center of the battlefield. There were less than ten people who could stand up now. There were only three people from the Ouxi Holy Land left, and they were all seriously injured.
"Wutian, try to exhaust them all, including the people from the Ouxi Holy Land. We can't trust anyone," Ye Qinghan said in a deep voice.
Lin Wutian understood and nodded secretly. He quickly killed the other black-robed men.
When the black-robed man saw Ye Qinghan and Lin Wutian's strength, he knew that this mission had failed. He only wanted to kill all the Ouxi Holy Land's people, so he directly rushed towards the three severely injured Ouxi Holy Land's experts.
Ye Qinghan looked at the other black-robed men who were rushing towards the three from Ouxi Holy Land. Instead of helping them, he went to kill the other black-robed men, causing the three experts from Ouxi Holy Land to die on the spot.
However, the two black-clothed experts who had blocked Lin Wutian's attack were killed on the spot. Even their souls didn't manage to escape. There didn't seem to be any wounds on their bodies, but they still fell to the ground.
The three black-clothed men who had blocked Ye Qinghan's path were not in a good state either. They had forcibly resisted Ye Qinghan's most powerful strike without using any technique. They had almost been annihilated by his strike, and had been sent flying backward. Just then, Yar Sheng and Lin Wutian, who had rushed over, had casually attacked and killed them all.
In the blink of an eye, five experts had been eliminated.
There were five black-clothed men left, but Ye Qinghan's group only had three people left.
Whoosh — — —
Lin Wutian's sword seized the air, and his aura was like a rainbow. The huge divine sword formed by the sword energy was impossible to resist. It directly defeated the joint force of the five black-clothed men, and the expert in front of him was directly destroyed.
Boom!
Ye Qinghan's blade struck the black-clothed man who had been sent flying backward and smashed him directly into the ground. The man didn't even have a chance to say a word. His face was ferocious, and his body was distorted. The vitality in his body had been shattered.
Yar Sheng focused on dealing with a black-clothed man who was in a sorry state and quickly killed another. In the blink of an eye, there were only two black-clothed men left.
Whoosh — — —
The two black-clothed men quickly fled in two different directions, no longer lingering in the battle.
Whoosh!
Ye Qinghan waved his hand and took out a demonic bow. He condensed his divine power and formed a demonic arrow. He aimed at the back of one of the experts, and the bowstring tore through the void.
Whoosh!
Ka ka ka!
The demonic arrow pierced through the void and disappeared in the blink of an eye. Then, the space collapsed, and a bloody mist exploded in the distant sky.
On the other side, Lin Wutian was one with his sword. He cut through the clouds, and his speed was two or three times faster than the other black-clothed man. His divine sword tore through the man's golden body.
Whoosh — —
Lin Wutian returned. His face was normal, and his breathing was calm. But his body was still bleeding. Clearly, the blood on his body wasn't just the enemy's. Much of it was his own.
Ye Qinghan took out a dozen xenogeneic immortal peaches and a few thousand high-tier sacred medicines. He tossed them to Lin Wutian and coldly said, "If you're not badly injured, use the high-tier sacred medicines. If you're badly injured, use the xenogeneic immortal peaches. Heal up and leave quickly. I want to destroy all traces of what happened here."
Lin Wutian took the immortal peaches and high-tier sacred medicines. He quickly swallowed a sacred medicine, and a moment later, he was as good as new. He took Yar Sheng and retreated three hundred miles.
Ye Qinghan waved his hand and put away the Sky Demon Bow and Berserk Sheng. He crossed his hands and mobilized his divine power. Scales began to grow on his skin.
Roar — —
Ye Qinghan roared to the sky. He used the Dragonization Style, and his body turned into a dragon. It soared into the sky and circled continuously.
The Nine Revolutions of the Heavenly Dragon Style was an emperor-level secret art. But in Ye Qinghan's hands, it could unleash the power to destroy an upper-level cultivator.
Roar!
The head of the heavenly dragon swooped down from the sky and rushed down from the top of the vortex. The power of the sky and the earth collided and gathered in the middle. The fierce collision shattered the void, and the shockwaves swept out for nearly a thousand miles. The Blackwind Stronghold was completely wiped out. As for the corpses, they were all reduced to dust. The aura of the battle above, the Green Lotus Sword Qi, and the aura of the Sacred Finger were all reduced to dust.
Ye Qinghan was still worried that all traces had been wiped out. He waved his hand and took out the Sky Demon Bow. He shot wildly, and demonic Qi filled the sky. Then, he returned to the Xiahou Sacred Land.
Ya 'er Saint and Lin Wutian had already entered the Xiahou Sacred Land. The three of them met at the intersection and quickly rushed to the center of the Xiahou Sacred Land.
Not long after the three of them left, the Thousand-Hand Buddha and seven powerful Buddhas appeared at the site of the Blackwind Stronghold. They looked at the stronghold in front of them. There was no trace left. There were no corpses, no bloodstains. The aura of the Sky Demon Bow and Ye Qinghan was everywhere. "
"Did they perish together?" The Thousand-Hand Buddha asked in surprise.
"Impossible. The aura of the Sky Demon Bow was very strong. It means that the leader of the foundation, Tai He, is not dead. He is not even seriously injured. But where is he?" An Immortal Buddha looked at the destructive power around him and was shocked. He felt that this was not a battle between upper-level cultivators. It was as if someone who was about to become a saint had participated.
"But Ye Qinghan's aura is also very strong. It means that Ye Qinghan has also escaped. The mission has failed," the Thousand-Hand Buddha said with certainty. "Immortal Buddha Taixuan, quickly go back and inform my master. We will continue the chase. If we find anything, just follow. Don't act rashly. It is not suitable for us to act."
"Amitabha. There is no time to lose. Everyone, do your job. This mission is not trivial. Do not let your guard down," the leader of the group, Immortal Buddha Taixuan, said in a deep voice.
Whoosh!
Whoosh — —
The eight of them separated. Immortal Buddha Taixuan rushed back to the Blessed Buddha Temple while the Thousand-Hand Buddha led the group to the Xiahou Sacred Land.
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