Chapter 721: Changes in the Spiritual Race

Of course Yue Hongling could escape.

The ability of the third level of secret treasure and the Heavenly Ranking was the pinnacle of martial arts in the past world. It was a legendary existence belonging to the strongest group, which was not something that ordinary warriors could understand.

A sword from the ground broke through the sky, and thousands of mountains and rocks could not stop the power of this sword.

As the sword flashed, the boulders broke, and the man was already above the cemetery. Hanging in the air, watching the earthquake-like collapse below, Yue Hongling's eyes were cold, and he held the sword in his hand tighter.

The earthquake below was not caused by the collapse. Instead, the Black Miao King was stepping up step by step. With every step, the earth shook, and the huge rocks above hit his head and turned into powder directly, which could not hurt him at all.

Yue Hongling still had to use the sword, he only needed to use his body. The head that had been split in half now seemed to add a layer of horror to him, which made people feel numb.

Judging from the experience of Maitreya and his monks transforming into corpses, their skin is as hard as iron and impervious to swords and guns, and they are extremely powerful. Although Tang Wanzhuang and Zhuque could win together, they could not control them. They were much stronger than the living Maitreya.

And Xuewu was not a specialist in corpse puppetry at all. His main business was to control beasts. I don’t know where he got some corpse puppetry techniques from. With the foundation of the Buddhist lotus platform, he mixed some corpse puppetry techniques and probably used them as beast control. Even so, Maitreya was much stronger. What effect would this real corpse puppetry technique with a master behind it have?

"Crack!" A rock was pushed away, and the Black Miao King half-stuck out.

A sword beam pierced his only remaining eye socket without hesitation, and the sword energy went straight through and pierced the back of his head, making a "clang" sound, without any damage. It didn't even have the effect of hindering him, and the Black Miao King had already jumped out of the ground.

The single black eye socket stared at Yue Hongling's face. Although it was empty, one could read the clear cruelty and violence. The yin and death energy emanated swept out. The birds flying over the cemetery died silently and rotted when they fell to the ground.

Fortunately, the cemetery itself was in the suburbs of the city, and the earthquake-like movement had already scared away the people nearby. At this time, there was no one around for several miles.

Only the strong vitality in Yue Hongling stimulated the Black Miao King to become more violent. He let out a harsh friction roar from his throat and suddenly pounced on Yue Hongling.

Yue Hongling looked calm, deliberately restrained his energy and flew back to observe the dynamics of the Black Miao King.

But the Black Miao King was stunned for a moment, and quickly turned around and pounced in the direction of Taoyuan Town.

Yue Hongling once again opened up his energy and pierced the back of the Black Miao King's head with a sword.

"..." The Black Miao King paused for a moment, then became furious and turned around madly.

Yue Hongling flashed quickly, and the terrifying Qi passed in front of her, dispersing the medicine on her face, leaving pits and bumps.

Yue Hongling retreated a few steps, supported herself on the ground with one hand and wiped her face with the other hand, and simply removed the disguise, feeling refreshed.

The power on the other side was really terrible, and the real power of opening the mountain was just like this, and it was not powerful enough to fight.

But it can be seen that his speed was average and his consciousness was chaotic, but it was not impossible to fight.

He was controlled by someone, and his goal must be Taoyuan Town. If this kind of war machine broke into Taoyuan Town, even if there were 100,000 troops in Taoyuan Town, they would be crushed to pieces, and the defense of the spirit race would fall apart in an instant. The other party was determined to attack from both inside and outside and collapse the spirit race in one fell swoop!

But in the current situation, it seems that the controller is not fully controlling it, but only giving basic instructions. This basic instruction failed to completely cover the disgust of a newborn corpse demon for vitality and the desire for killing. After all, the corpse demon at the level of the Heavenly Ranking is not a joke. If the other party does not concentrate on controlling it, it really can't make him completely obedient. So as long as he keeps pestering, the corpse demon will be hated.

Therefore, he must do his best to pester the corpse demon and not let it run to Taoyuan Town, which would be a catastrophe.

In addition... the opponent's control is insufficient. Does this phenomenon mean that the manipulator is doing other more important things at this time and can't take care of manipulating the Black Miao King with all his strength? Even the Black Miao King is not worthy of full-strength manipulation, so what is Zhao Changhe facing!

Even if he can't pester, he must fight quickly and help Changhe! Yue Hongling's eyes were sharp and unmatched. His retreating figure stopped, and he turned around and shot straight at the center of the Black Miao King's eyebrows!

This kind of person who doesn't take any damage at all can't be beaten even if his consciousness is chaotic. He must find out where the opponent's "soul fire" is to determine the outcome. A quick fight means adding countless risks, but Yue Hongling doesn't care.

Sister will help you!

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When Yue Hongling followed Dao Qingfeng into the cemetery, Sisi's side also began to change.

After the leaders of each tribe paid their respects, most of the irrelevant people had left. The rest were basically the elders of the Holy Mountain, and those who had other private plans and seemed to have left, but in fact they were lingering on the Holy Mountain.

The guards of the Holy Mountain also quietly changed their guards under the arrangement of some disloyal people.

The atmosphere was a little weird without knowing it, and Sisi, who was crying and dazed inside the temple, seemed to be unaware of it.

A senior elder in the temple slowly spoke: "Saintess, since Mr. Ye has passed away, can we consider the issue of conquering the divine axe?"

Sisi glanced at him. Originally, she and her master and apprentice did this play because she noticed that there were foreign enemies sneaking in to spy on the divine axe. When Ye Wuzong "died", the divine axe was without a master. Once the temple was "not strictly guarded", it would be easy for foreign enemies to "steal the axe". This play was designed to lure out the snakes and target foreign enemies. Of course, it would be best if the internal ghosts could be brought out and caught in one fell swoop.

It is not uncommon for people in the family to want a divine axe, but it is impossible to tell whether this person is a mole. Sisi replied casually: "It would be disrespectful to say this before the master's body is cold. If you want a divine axe, you have to wait at least seven days. What makes the great elder particularly anxious?"

The great elder said: "Because controlling the Divine Ax does not happen overnight. Even if we work together to suppress it, it will take a long time to completely conquer it. If we start preparations after the first seven days, we may have to be without control of the Divine Ax for more than half a month. The state may be fine in the short term, but in half a month, Shen Ax may recover his spirit and run away... It will be too late to regret it at that time.”

This makes sense, but Sisi can't let someone try to control the ax at this time. If they find out that the master of the divine ax is still alive, it would be a big mistake. She could only say: "If that's the case, then I'll try to control the ax first. Is there nothing else to say?"

The great elder bowed and said: "Don't blame the saint. Since the saint is willing to control the axe, of course we have no objection."

Sisi nodded, stood up slowly, walked to the magic ax and stretched out her hand to caress it.

Regardless of whether the ax spirit has an owner or not, if it is touched by outsiders, it will immediately break out in resistance. You must spend a lot of effort to suppress it, and you will not be able to escape for a while.

In the eyes of others, Sisi's whole body was filled with electricity. Her pretty face looked serious and slightly painful, and she was obviously spending a lot of energy to fight against the ax spirit.

Some people looked at each other secretly, secretly saying, God help me.

You must know that even the Thief Saint of Tianbang would be seriously injured if he tried to suppress the ax spirit. With Sisi's strength, even if it was not to subdue the ax spirit immediately, but just to test, the amount of energy spent would be extraordinary.

If it was a normal situation for the Eldar to control the axe, it would obviously be a group of elders and saints working together at the same time. Everyone would have a lot of spare power, and it would be difficult for any problems to arise. But now, for the sake of "respect for her master who just died", Sisi refuses to let others touch her at this time, and would rather face it alone. Then this moment is when she is at her weakest, and she cannot bear any sneak attack.

The great elder who just advised Sisi to control the ax quietly winked at the others.

Suddenly, there was the sound of swords being unsheathed in the temple. Several elders, protectors, and leaders suddenly took action, and they attacked and controlled the other elders. The great elder suddenly took action and pointed at Sisi. back.

The shouts of killing were also heard outside the palace. The traitors who had intentionally stayed behind, or who had intentionally been replaced by their own people, took action collectively and attacked the bewildered guards of the Holy Mountain.

There was chaos in the palace for an instant. Many elders and guards were caught off guard and controlled. Some stronger ones drew their swords and fought with the traitors. They were retreating steadily: "Are you crazy?"

Before he finished speaking, an earth-shattering scream came out. Everyone was startled. They turned around and saw that the elder who had sneak attacked Sisi had stabbed some kind of poisonous insect in his hand. He was being bitten wildly. In an instant, his hand They were all chewed into bones. The electric current in Sisi's body was transferred to his body without any reservation, forming a lightning cage, paralyzing him and limiting him to the same place, unable to move. He could only let the Gu insects eat him, which was miserable.

Sisi slowly turned her head, her usually charming peach blossom eyes now extremely cold: "Kill."

Following the words, the ground rumbled and trembled, and a young blood turtle stepped onto the holy mountain.

The sound of an eagle's cry came from the sky, and a huge goshawk circled in the sky. With a claw, hundreds of rebels were caught together in the sky, and then fell down again. They were smashed into a pulp amidst the screams.

Countless strange beasts appeared in and outside the Holy Mountain.

Sisi's eyes swept across the sluggish temple and said coldly: "The war in Middle-earth has revealed how quickly people become useless... Whoever has the power of gods and demons is the master of the earth. But you guys are still there. Didn’t understand.”

"Really?" Suddenly there was laughter, and a black shadow swiftly and incoherently passed by Sisi, holding the divine axe: "Since the saint doesn't want the divine axe, we can take it away...ah! !”

Earth-shattering screams were heard, and the person who came had been electrocuted into charcoal, and he had not even finished his last words.

He didn't understand until his death that he clearly had the secret to control the axe, so he could avoid the backlash, so why Sisi was fine holding it, but he would be violently electrocuted to death by the divine axe.

The only possibility is that the ax still belongs to the owner, but he has no chance to tell it.

"Swish, swish, swish!" I don't know how many batches of Tingxuelou assassins who had infiltrated separately appeared around the temple. They couldn't control the chaotic battle situation, but Sisi's body was not strong enough, so he could still behead him!