The City of Redemption was in a complete mess.
There was a large formation guarding the city. Some of the old, weak, women, and children stayed in the city, but after the evil spirits attacked, the formation could not isolate the pressure of the Saint. Many people in the city died one after another. After their blood seeped into the ground, it strangely disappeared.
In addition, the killing outside the city was still going on. A large number of humans and evil spirits died, and the blood disappeared as soon as it fell. The scene was very frightening.
This was the power of the Immemorial Evil Spirit Formation. The blood was undergoing a blood sacrifice and seeping into the formation to strengthen the power of the evil spirits. As long as there was endless blood, the evil spirits could continue to grow and eventually break the seal here to help the evil spirits leave.
No one had expected such a situation to occur.
At this time, Yang Wu was no longer in the mood to pay attention to this. He was more concerned about Yang Ba's life and death.
After he killed Yi Qiu, he rushed in the direction of Yang Ba.
Yang Ba was seriously injured. If he fell to the ground, he would definitely be devoured by the evil spirits.
Yang Wu did not want to see this happen. Four wings appeared on his body, a pair of Profound Wings and a pair of Ice Blade Wings. He swooped down and flew as fast as he could.
Soon, he arrived at Yang Ba's position. There were dozens of Eight-armed Evil Spirits trying to kill Yang Ba.
Yang Ba was powerless to resist and could only wait for death to come.
"Grandpa, Father, Ba 'er was unable to fulfill your last wishes. I'm really ashamed!" Yang Ba did not even have the strength to lift his axe. He looked at the approaching Eight-armed Evil Spirits and was completely desperate.
"Eat this human!" One of the eight-armed evil devils shouted excitedly after confirming that Yang Ba had lost the ability to fight.
Just as they rushed over, a saber light slashed down from the sky. The saber light was full of Death Qi and carried an invincible aura. With one slash, the dozens of evil spirits were chopped into pieces.
Others could not use force under the Saint Crisis, but this was nothing to Yang Wu.
He had withstood the pressure of his Master's Saint Aura, and when he was at Mount Heng, he had broken through the Saint Aura. The Saint Aura was effective on most creatures, but to Yang Wu who was in a berserk state, it was nothing.
After killing these Eight-armed Evil Spirits, Yang Wu landed beside Yang Ba. Without saying a word, he took out healing pills and fed them to Yang Ba.
Yang Ba's aura was extremely weak. He actually coughed out the pill he had swallowed. He weakly said, "My … My internal organs and meridians are all … All destroyed. I can't live."
"With me here, how can you die? You are my follower. No, from now on, you are my brother. Without my orders, how can you die?" Yang Wu could not accept this fact and shouted loudly.
Yang Ba's injuries were too severe. Yi Qiu was a high-level Dragon Transformation Realm martial artist. With his strength, even a high-level Dragon Transformation Realm martial artist would have a hard time surviving a sneak attack, much less Yang Ba. He had yet to break through to the Dragon Transformation Realm. It was already a miracle that he was still alive.
Yang Wu took out all kinds of Spirit Springs, including the best quality Spirit Spring, Night Star Spring, and Spirit Spring with Carp, and fed them all to Yang Ba.
It was unknown which spirit spring had taken effect. Yang Ba looked much better, but it was not easy to recover his life force..
. "Damn it. If I fully comprehended the Way of Death, I could reverse life and death and help you recover." Yang Wu punched his chest in dissatisfaction.
"You... don't blame yourself. I did it willingly. If.. If you can, take my ashes to the outside world and bury them. My grandfather and father's lifelong wish was for me to leave this place." Yang Ba's voice was getting softer and softer. It looked like he could not hold on for much longer.
Yang Wu had an immortal body. No matter how serious his injuries were, he could recover. But Yang Ba was not him. No matter how strong Yang Ba was, he only had a mortal body. His life force had been destroyed. There was no way he could survive.
Unless there was a saint pill that could bring him back to life, perhaps he could be saved. But how could Yang Wu be a saint alchemist? Even if he was, he could not refine it in time.
"What nonsense are you talking about? You must hold on. I, Yang Wu, do not want to owe anyone a favor. You are no exception. Quickly sit up and try to adjust your aura. There should be hope." Yang Wu was about to cry.
Before, he only admired Yang Ba. However, Yang Ba had blocked a fatal blow for him. He was his savior. He really did not want Yang Ba to die.
He took out another pill and fed it to Yang Ba. Yang Ba could not eat it. Yang Ba said weakly, "Promise me. Take … take my ashes out. It would be best if they can be returned to the family records."
"I promise you. As long as you live!" Yang Wu held Yang Ba's hand and said seriously.
"I … I really can't live. Before I die, I … I want to leave my bloodline power to you." Yang Ba said weakly.
"I don't want that. I just want you to live." Yang Wu firmly said.
"No, you must absorb my bloodline. Only then can I die in peace. If you … if you don't accept the power of my bloodline, I won't be able to rest in peace even if I die. Don't tell me … do you really want me to die in peace?"
Regardless of whether Yang Wu agreed or not, Yang Ba raised his arm and pointed it at his heart. His heart had already been smashed by Yi Qiu, and blood was still flowing out. It was blue and red blood. It was very strange.
"Grandfather, father, I will pass down your bloodline. Bloodline Stripping Art." Yang Ba used the little bit of energy he had obtained from the spirit spring to forcibly use a secret technique. Blood suddenly spurted out from his heart. That blood did not fall to the ground. Instead, it condensed at the tip of his finger, forming a blood bead. That was Yang Ba's heart blood.
"Don't do this again. You will die!" Yang Wu wanted to forcefully stop Yang Ba, but he knew that if he did so, Yang Ba would die even faster.
Yang Ba ignored Yang Wu and continued to extract his bloodline. Soon, the blood bead turned into the image of the Black Tortoise. Yang Ba looked at the blood bead and his face became pale. His aura dropped to the extreme. He said with a trace of reluctance, "Yang Wu, refine it. In the future … in the future, I will follow by your side."
At this time, Yang Wu's eyes couldn't help but shed tears. He was speechless.
He really didn't want to accept Yang Ba's heart blood. He didn't want Yang Ba to die. Unfortunately, he felt so powerless. Although he was already a Little Saint Alchemist, he wasn't a god.
"Quick … otherwise it will be sucked away by the Evil Demon. If that happens … I won't be able to die in peace!" Yang Ba said with incomparable agitation. Blood kept flowing out of his mouth. Anyone who saw him would feel heartache.
Yang Wu looked at Yang Ba's desperate eyes and then looked at the ball of bloodline power. The bloodline power in his body had a desire to devour, but he forcefully suppressed it.
Suddenly, a thought flashed through Yang Wu's mind, "I have an immortal body. My bloodline power might be able to save him!"
In the next moment, he snatched Yang Ba's blood bead. Yang Ba revealed a trace of gratification. It was as if he could already see the appearance of Yang Wu devouring his bloodline. His family's bloodline power would be able to continue.
Who knew that not only did Yang Wu not devour his bloodline power, he even slapped his own heart. A strand of blood from his heart shot out and directly shot onto Yang Ba's heart blood. In the next moment, Yang Ba's Black Tortoise blood bead seemed to have a trace of spirituality. The Black Tortoise seemed to be about to open its eyes.
The two bloodline powers of the same origin didn't have much of a sense of rejection. It could even be said that Yang Wu's bloodline power injected vitality into Yang Ba's heart blood.
Yang Wu didn't care about his own loss. The bloodline power in his body boiled. The spirit of the Black Tortoise appeared behind him. He lightly shouted, "Consume it!"
His voice was like an emperor's command. Yang Ba actually couldn't have the slightest thought of disobeying. His mouth opened slightly. Yang Wu fed his heart blood back to him.
Yang Ba's heart blood was one with him. The blood returned to his body without any hindrance, and he didn't spit it out again.
"You!" Yang Ba woke up. He discovered that his bloodline power had been swallowed back. His eyes rolled back and he fainted.
This gave Yang Wu a huge fright. He cried out in grief, "Is it really useless?!"
In the next moment, he touched Yang Ba's nose. He discovered that Yang Ba's breathing had really been cut off. His heart felt like it was being pierced by a knife. He felt extremely uncomfortable. He loudly shouted, "Damned fiend!"
Yang Wu's eyes glowed red. He looked at the evil spirit in the sky, filled with dense killing intent. Countless strands of death qi surged towards him. His dao of death continued to grow. He reached out and the death qi sealed the surroundings. He glanced at Yang Ba and muttered, "Brother, I've harmed you. The people of the Xing Clan, evil fiends, from now on, we're enemies."
In the next moment, he released his death qi to seal Yang Ba's surroundings as he soared into the sky. His target was the primordial evil spirit, as well as the other devil experts. He wanted to kill all of them and make them accompany Yang Ba in death.
"There's actually a rat that isn't suppressed by the evil spirit?" Devourer sat in the center of the formation and sensed the movements in the surroundings. When he saw Yang Wu soar into the sky, he immediately discovered him.
"How strange. This human is only in the Heaven Realm, yet he can ignore the might of a saint. Does he have a saint artifact on him?" Xie Qi Mu muttered.
Ba Bi's coarse voice sounded, "No matter who he is, he's just throwing an egg at a rock!"
"That's right. The Evil Spirit Holy has fully recovered. The power of the two imperial edicts is almost gone. Once they disappear, rivers of blood will flow here." Hou Hun faintly said.
"Not good, quickly stop that brat. He still has the imperial edicts." Shi Ming's urgent voice rang out.
"You fiends can all be buried with my brother." Yang Wu's voice was filled with hatred. In the next moment, he tore apart the imperial edicts in his hand.
Whoosh!
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