Chapter 321 Burial of the Grave of All sentient beings

Five million troops are distributed within a radius of 1 billion miles, and each phalanx is self-contained. Xu Le's thousand-person phalanx quickly rushed into the hinterland of the battlefield. Oncoming was a thousand-person phalanx of Huangquanjiao. Everyone's momentum rose to the peak, murderous and their eyes were congested.

"Two real people in the spiritual realm." Xu Le took a look and found that there were two spiritual disciples in the team of Huangquan Sect, all of whom were stronger than Meiyan Zhenren.

The two of them alone can slaughter the thousand-person phalanxes of the treasure door in a short time. Meiyan Zhenren also found this, and her face became extremely ugly.

But on the battlefield, without receiving the order to withdraw, no one can escape. If the resistance makes the death more tragic.

"Kill."

The two real disciples of Huangquan Sect shouted loudly and cut out a knife at the same time. They practiced the knife across the sky and directly brushed the holy body of the 300 disciples of the Treasure Gate. Just face to face, one-third of the disciples of Jubaomen died.

Xu Le frowned. Although he was used to life and death, this battle was a little different. In the past, the real people of the team leader were all under pressure. They didn't take action, as if they had a tacit understanding. When more than half of one party is killed or injured, both sides will take the initiative to retreat.

But this time the situation is completely different. The first one to take action is the disciples of the spiritual realm. Not to mention the thousand-person phalanx, even the ten-thousand-person phalanx is estimated to be killed.

Meiyan Zhenren was stunned. She didn't expect that the master of the same level as her was so shameless and joined hands to attack.

"There is a woman who took her back alive."

The two real disciples taught by Huangquan laughed and killed Meiyan.

Meiyan's practice of charm does not play much role compared with her strong people, so her combat effectiveness is relatively weaker. How can she resist two premeditated strong men?

With a bang, Meiyan flew backwards with a miserable hum. Seeing a knife cut into the middle of her eyebrows, a hand stretched out from the side. With a sound of metal handover, the first-class magic weapon was caught by the hand of flesh and blood.

Xu Le appeared in time, circled his right hand a few times, and saw that the knife of the magic weapon was broken into dozens of pieces and scattered.

The guy who destroyed the magic weapon was a real person with two laws. He was shocked and punched hard and pushed the mountain-down attack. The world of two knives has evolved, and there are many swords and soldiers, but their power is very average.

Xu Le disdained the corners of his mouth, turned his five fingers into hooks, and stroked them in the air, as if the magic weapon had broken through the void. The five empty stacks stirred up the world of the two knives and directly destroyed the other party's two laws.

A series of changes began and ended in thunder and lightning.

The disciple of Huangquan's other two laws made a 'er er' sound in his throat, as if he had been choked.

He didn't even want to retreat. His whole spiritual body was stiff in mid-air and his fingers could not move. Xu Le flashed in front of him and gently pressed it to smash his Dantian.

The two teams confronted each other, and no one dared to speak out. Meiyan Zhenren looked at Xu Le incredulously. The two real people with two laws were invalidated by him three or two tricks. It was easy to see him as if he had drunk a sip of water.

"I didn't expect that there was a master hidden in the thousand-person phalanx. On the battlefield, there is life and death. Why don't you kill us directly? Are you trying to humiliate our ignorance?

The man who destroyed the law said miserably.

Xu Le looked at them and said coldly, "You think too much. I don't want to save your life at all. On this battlefield, life and death have not been under our control for a long time. Kill.

With a wave of his hand, the remaining disciples of the Treasure Gate rushed to the thousand-person phalanx of Huangquan Sect, and the army collided with a pungent blood fog.

Seeing that the two real people who lost their combat effectiveness were dismembered by a group of crazy young people in the Holy Land, Xu Le couldn't help sighing. He really didn't show mercy. Just now, when he wanted to kill them all with one move, a sense of ominous rose in his heart.

Sure enough, they felt a particularly deep hidden and extremely powerful soul imprint on their bodies. Xu Le felt that even if he opened the pupil of the kings, he might not be able to see through it completely.

The soul imprint on their bodies was either left by the top strong man in the late stage of the soul path, or by the king in the Huangquan religion. In the whole battlefield, it is estimated that there are 4,000 to 5,000 spiritual disciples who can leave a soul mark on them at the same time. This kind of soul cultivation is absolutely a strong mess.

At the last moment of the killer, Xu Le left them with a small life. The soul imprint has not yet taken attention to the younger generation of the Holy Land, so there was no arbitrary abnormality at the time of death. But if you die in your own hands, the soul imprint will definitely be able to sense your soul cultivation and will definitely not let go of yourself.

With the increasing number of dead immortals, the power of the dead spirit is getting stronger and stronger, making the wind gusts, and from time to time you can hear ghosts crying and wolves howling, making people's scalp numb and trembling all over.

After abolishing the two real people, Xu Le did not do anything again. He swallowed the power of the dead spirits around him with all his strength. The cold, ruthless and lifeless energy converges into a continuous flood and pours into the body, blending with flesh and blood, refining the muscles and skin.

The magnificent vitality on his body gradually converged, emitting more and more undead energy. He gradually aging, his hair lost its luster, and became pale and died. His originally full face was full of wrinkles, deep like ravines.

His waist also bent, and he looked like he was about to die.

Xu Le's appearance is getting older and less alive. A strong death enveloped his whole body, and even his eyes were full of turbidity and bleakness. But his inner heart is golden, and his life energy turns into a roaring river.

The war finally ended, and Huangquanjiao was defeated after paying the lives of more than 700 disciples. Meiyan Zhenren stopped the disciples from continuing to chase and kill in time, so that they would not fight back desperately and cause more unnecessary deaths.

There are still more than 400 people left in the treasure gate, and their eyes are focused on Xu Le. What they see is actually an old man who will die at any time.

"Little Seven, how did you become like this?" Meiyan Zhen's heart was shocked, and the hot fire was extinguished all of a sudden. She knew that it was thanks to him that she could survive this time. She thought Xiaoqi was a hidden master, but she didn't expect to become an old man who would die at any time in a blink of an eye.

Judging from the death emanating from him, this is a sign of the complete exhaustion of Shouyuan.

"If you want to abolish the two masters of spiritual situations, you will have to pay a heavy price." Xu Le's voice is very old, and every word is very difficult to spit out. "But I don't fall so easily, and there is still hope."

Self-sacrifice in exchange for instantaneous powerful explosive power, which is the first reaction of all people who are still alive. On the battlefield of great life and death, they ignore a very important problem, that is, no matter how much a second-level immortal cultivater in the Holy Realm sacrifices himself, he can't burst out dozens of times more combat effectiveness than himself.

Meiyan's real expression was complicated. She opened her mouth to say, but she didn't know what to say. Finally, she solemnly said, "My brother is right. It's not hopeless. I heard that there is a kind of elixir called an elixir in Danzong, which can only be refined by a ten-level alchemist. No matter how many levels of cultivation you are in the Holy Realm, as long as you can eat that elixir, you can immediately transform, and the realm can be promoted to the spiritual realm in one fell swoop.

"Sister Meiyan, does Danzong really have such a elixir?" A disciple is a little disbelieving.

"There must be infinite life energy, infinite combat experience, and infinite martial arts perceptions in the elixir, so only after taking one can people transform in a short time."

Meiyan Zhenren hesitated and whispered, "Some people say that the number of spiritual disciples of Danzong is the largest in the world, because some people know how to refine the elixir, but unfortunately, outsiders can't know the alchemy secret."

"But even if there is a chemical elixir, Danzong can't give it to outsiders."

The scene suddenly calmed down, which was hope, but it was even more desperate after saying it. Xu Le was just pretending, but he didn't expect to hear such a shocking secret.

The foundation of Changshengmen is too shallow to withstand the wind and rain, but if there are a large number of elixirs, it is a huge opportunity for Changshengmen.

"As long as there is a glimmer of life, I will definitely try my best to fight for it, and you brothers will leave."

Xu Le's dead body is about to be cultivated. He doesn't want to waste more time to avoid other changes. He flashed and disappeared into the sky.

The power of the dead is scattered everywhere in the battlefield, and powerful dead things are born. Xu Le urged the tombs of the kings, and those dead things were put into the furnace to be decomposed and refined, and the power of the dead kept melting the body. In the end, Xu Le felt that he had turned into a dead object.

"Someone rushed in front of us to collect those dead things, old man, you are too rampant."

"I don't know that there are many old guys who are dead and alive. Let's just destroy him together."

After Xu Le refined more than 80 dead objects, four immortals in the spiritual realm surrounded and killed them. They are all masters of the Eight Laws, and their strength exceeds 50 battles.

Before a fist came, Xu Le's backhand also punched, with a roar, and the earth were twisting. A whirlpool fist peak appeared, sweeping the guy who shot directly into it. Like a meat grinder, it left countless visible bone wounds on the surface of his spiritual body.

This kind of boxing is so fierce that it makes people shudder. The disdainful expressions of the other three immediately convered and cleaned up, and there was a strong fear in their eyes.

"Hmm."

Xu Le snorted and did not kill them all. He urged the tombs of the kings to the extreme and saw a tomb covered with a radius of 1,000 meters gathered under it. There were countless shadows in it. There were mortals, saints, immortals, demons, giant beasts and demons. It seemed that countless lives were buried in the tomb. Spirit.

Their ghosts have not dissipated and come to the world with the grave.