Thoughts of Retreat
Inside the Wanjian Pavilion, the slaughter continued.
The Ancient Star Sect's elites all moved out for this battle. There were 130,000 of them, and every single one of them was filled with killing intent. In comparison, even though the Wanjian Pavilion had been looted, their fighting strength was still not weak.
Sword cultivators were good with the sword and loved to kill.
This was the Ten Thousand Swords Mountain, the place where sword energy gathered. As long as they rushed into the constellation formation, they would be slaughtered crazily.
One side fought and retreated, while the other mercilessly charged. The two completely different killing methods collided, and no one could gain the upper hand. Only the spilling of blood and decapitation could create a tragic symphony of slaughter.
Yun Changqing stood in the ruins. At this moment, he no longer had his usual strict appearance. His green clothes were dyed with blood, and his white hair was messy. His chest was covered in bloody scars, and one could clearly see his white bones.
He did not care about his serious injuries. Instead, he raised his eyes and took in the entire battlefield. His mouth opened slightly, and he released a long sigh of grief.
In the chaos just now, the entire Ten Thousand Swords Mountain had been ruined. The palace was destroyed, and the sword formation was destroyed. The smell of blood and howls filled the air. It was like a hell of slaughter, and there was not a trace of peace.
What made him feel even more grief was that more than 100,000 disciples had died. They were all turned into ice-cold corpses that laid flat on the ground. Blood flowed like rivers, and many of them did not even have a corpse left. They were turned into a pool of blood and minced meat.
"The Wanjian Pavilion has been destroyed, and it can be rebuilt in a few days. However, tens of thousands of disciples have died, and it can never be recovered. Why do we have to destroy the foundation of the Sword Pavilion for nothing just to vent our anger?" Yun Changqing looked at the sky full of pain. However, before his voice could be heard, it was drowned out by roars.
Not far from this place, Shi Hao stood in the void. He did not have many injuries on his body, but his expression was ugly to the extreme.
The two sects were in a chaotic battle, and countless people died. Even the people of Heavenly Spirit were not spared.
The people of Heavenly Spirit were like this, and the outer court disciples were even more so. Under the crazy bombardment of the 28 Constellations Spirit Array, the outer court disciples were unable to retaliate at all. Not to mention charging forward, they could not even protect themselves and were reduced to cannon fodder.
At this very moment, almost all of the outer sect disciples had died. The two thousand one hundred or so disciples that Shi Hao had just roped in also died. Not a single one of them survived. Their corpses were mixed in the river of blood and had long become unrecognizable.
You have to understand that Shi Hao had just become the master of the outer sect, and right now, the outer sect disciples were almost completely wiped out. As a result, his position as the master of the outer sect only existed in name. There wasn't even a single supporter left.
When faced with such a scene, Shi Hao was filled with hatred and resentment towards the Ancient Star Sect. However, what he felt even more was the desire to retreat. He wanted to immediately end this endless slaughter.
The outer sect disciples had already died, and there were casualties among the inner sect disciples as well. If they continued to immerse themselves in the slaughter, even the elders and higher ups, as well as the high and mighty sword masters, might all fall.
Within the Wanjian Pavilion, quite a few people began to feel the desire to retreat. Even some people from the Ancient Star Sect's side retreated. When they looked at each other, they all felt a strong desire to retreat.
The disciples of the Wanjian Pavilion were mercilessly slaughtered, but how could the people of the Ancient Star Sect not suffer the same fate?
In a situation where they lacked the three thousand Star Pattern Armors, it was difficult for them to resist the sword radiance of the Wanjian Pavilion. Once the other party slaughtered their way into the spirit array, it would inevitably lead to chaos and bloody slaughter.
In such a chaotic battle, the Ancient Star Sect could not gain the upper hand. The casualties were also extremely heavy. Corpses fell on the ground one after another, piling up into mountains. Those familiar faces were completely cold and deathly pale. It deeply pierced through everyone's minds.
The expressions of both sides of the fierce battle trembled. They slowly withdrew their auras, and the miserable howls dissipated. It was rare for the space to become quiet. Everyone looked around in fear, and their killing intent gradually dissipated.
At the same time, on a hillside outside the Wanjian Pavilion, a dark brilliance enveloped this place. Wherever the brilliance covered, all sounds and auras were isolated, making it impossible for outsiders to investigate.
On the hillside, a group of figures stood. They looked into the distance and saw everything that happened in the Wanjian Pavilion. When they saw the two sects slowly withdraw their auras, their eyes simultaneously sank.
"After a series of battles, the two sects have suffered heavy casualties. Soon, it will be our turn to make a move." Lin Tianchong loosened his muscles and bones, looking eager to give it a try.
Hearing this, the eyes of the people behind him sharpened. A magnificent battle intent soared into the sky. They were like soldiers who were ready to launch an earth-shattering charge to kill their enemies.
However, Chu Xingyun, who was standing at the head of the group, still had a gloomy look. He waved his hand and said lightly, "The two sects are one of the six major forces in the Northern Wilderness Region. They have a strong foundation. Even after going through a battle, they have not reached the point where they are out of ammunition and food."
"Hmm?"
Chu Xingyun's words caused the crowd's hearts to tremble slightly. When they turned their heads, they heard Chu Xingyun continue, "Back then, for the sake of benefits, the two great sects didn't hesitate to slaughter the Chu Clan and separate my parents. This grudge alone cannot be resolved so easily."
"More importantly, the more the Wanjian Pavilion and the Ancient Star Sect fight, the greater the chance for us to make a move. Only by killing these people can I control all the resources of the two sects and use them to fight against the Jiuhan Temple and forcibly rescue Liuxiang."
When the last sentence was said, Chu Xingyun's eyes narrowed. His pupils constricted and cold. A ray of demonic cold light bloomed, making his entire body emit a demonic aura.
"So cold!"
Many people felt a bone-chilling coldness the moment this demonic aura bloomed. Their hearts and minds were cold, as if their bodies were about to be frozen. Even Mowang Gong and Lin Tianchong felt the same. They were stunned by the demonic aura.
"Wu Jing Xue." At this time, Chu Xingyun spat out a cold voice. He stared at Wu Jing Xue and said, "The battle between the two sects is getting more intense. Immediately lead the Jingtian Army to the Wanjian Pavilion and absorb the murderous aura with all your might to improve your strength. Without my permission, you must not make a move."
"Hmph!" Wu Jing Xue snorted coldly, but he did not disobey Chu Xingyun's order. His figure flashed, and he immediately led the Jingtian Army to the Wanjian Pavilion quietly.
"Sword slaves!" Chu Xingyun shouted again. His voice did not stop at all. "The two of you are able to forcibly increase your cultivation by devouring souls. At this moment, the souls of the dead are your food. Remember, without my command, you are not allowed to do anything."
Hearing this, the two sword slaves nodded respectfully. Their figures flashed, and they disappeared without a trace like ghosts.
Everyone looked at Chu Xingyun's actions, and the coldness in their hearts continued to spread. At this time, they suddenly saw Chu Xingyun smile coldly. His figure slowly floated up into the sky, and he released a sharp and powerful sword light.
Boom!
The sword light was so dazzling that it was so bright in the dim void. In just an instant, it attracted everyone's attention, including the people from the Ancient Star Sect and the Wanjian Pavilion.
"That's … Luo Yun!" The crowd recognized Chu Xingyun and exclaimed in shock. Everyone had different expressions. Some were angry, some were shocked, and some were indifferent.
Fan Wujie naturally saw Chu Xingyun, and he could not help but feel a chill in his heart. "He actually dares to show up. He's really courting death!"
He had secretly sent people to search for Chu Xingyun, and he wanted to kill him as soon as possible to prevent any future trouble. He did not expect Chu Xingyun to be so stupid as to send himself to his doorstep.
"No wonder I didn't see Luo Yun. He was hiding there." Gu Fanxing looked at Chu Xingyun with a cold murderous gaze. Chu Xingyun killed Gu Jingtian, and as his father, he naturally had to avenge his son.
Feeling the murderous intent of the two Sect Masters, Chu Xingyun was not afraid at all. The smile on his face grew wider and wider. He took a deep breath, and his expression suddenly changed. He was actually a little excited.
He circulated the spiritual energy in his body and shouted at Fan Wujie, "Master, your disciple did not disappoint you. We have successfully led people to break the Great Huzong Formation of the Ancient Star Sect. Now, Sacred Star City is under our control."
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