Chapter 329: To Repay the Kindness of Nine Generations, I Would Rather Betray the Heavens than You!

The void above 100,000 meters has become the battlefield for the three powerful powers Snake Fei, Long Jian and Qi Xingyan.

There is constant light coming from the sky, but the outcome is very unpredictable.

However, more and more people are discovering the news about the birth of Juebiao Blood Fountain and are leaning towards it.

"A treasure has been born!"

"As long as we seize the mines in front of us, our wealth will be comparable to that of a first-class sect, not to mention these blood springs."

"Could this be my immortal opportunity?"

The tip of Lu Mingyuan's nose also smelled some mist from the Juebong Blood Spring. Just smelling a little of it made the broken muscles and bones all over his body become thirsty and unbearable.

"This level of purity!"

The comfortable feeling made him scream out, looking surprised.

He was still surprised just now.

Why are the powers contained in these blood springs higher than those of the God Meteor Blood Jade?

Generally speaking, the content of solid crystals will be higher than that of liquids.

Otherwise, he would not have ignored these blood springs for the first time, but would have gone to observe the mines.

Now he knows.

All the Juebiao Blood Spring are real divine blood. Rather than being called the Juebiao Blood Spring, they are actually divine objects that have experienced tens of thousands of years of evolution and are the fusion of spiritual energy and divine blood.

Even if it is hidden deep underground, it is still intact.

As for the divine blood jade, it is a combination with stone. No matter how highly concentrated it is, it is still not as good as the real divine blood. There are still impurities inside, just more and less.

Lu Mingyuan guessed.

These absolute brewing blood springs can be preserved so well and possess such divinity.

There must be a corpse of a god nearby!

In an instant, at least twenty middle and fifth-grade monks rushed out, huddled together, took out the space magic weapons for collecting treasures, and wanted to take these blood springs as their own.

But in the demon camp, accompanied by the gloomy starlight, there was a man in a long robe with a restrained aura and a slender body. He had three eyes on his face. The demon eyes on his forehead were extremely bright, and little bits of light shone on his body.

Open the robe!

Thousands of demonic eyes appear on the muscular body.

The colorful demon light is bright!

The monks who flew out were quickly imprisoned in the air by these strange eyes, and they all fell down, staggering around and rolling all over the ground.

The true form of this Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord is obviously a centipede demon, and this demon light is the natal magical power he has cultivated.

The demon clan obviously also knew that a great opportunity was coming. Upon seeing this, six more powerful demon masters flew out, each using their strongest attack methods to attack other contenders.

On the human side, for the second time, Wu Quan, the second emperor of the Silver Frost Empire, took action and brought three red-robed monks from the Silver Frost Empire, Arhat, to join the battle.

Every great monk and arhat displays his or her own Buddhist merits and virtues.

One is the image of the green bull with big ears, the second is the image of the white elephant Bodhisattva, and the third is the image of the golden cicada in the holy bun.

Wu Xun, the great emperor's son, was crippled by Lu Mingyuan in the Battle of the Seven Kingdoms in the Valley. Now he has basically become a useless person. He was rescued by many eminent monks and finally saved a life, but it was only one life. All the meridians in his body were cut off and his breath was gone. His Dantian was broken, his lower body was disabled, and his upper body was only able to move his head. His life span was short.

So he locked himself in the courtyard all day long, holding his head and staring up at the sunset, watching the countdown of his life.

All the burdens fell on the second emperor's son Wu Quan.

Compared to his brother's flamboyance, Wu Quan is more restrained and calm, and his emotions and anger are invisible.

He is not like a royal descendant of the Great Frost people, but more like a member of the Middle-earth dynasty.

Even he can find it difficult to resist the temptation of divine blood.

If he could get a cup of the ultimate brewing blood spring, his cultivation would be enough to advance to the eleventh realm.

The four first-class ministers of the Nanli Dynasty all stood still and did not take action. It was obvious that they were conserving their strength and waiting for the Great Yan Dynasty.

Li Muwan and Nanli Sword Master both looked at Lu Mingyuan's direction.

If Lu Mingyuan didn't take action, they wouldn't move immediately.

Li Muwan kept his promise. Since he chose to side with Dayan and become an ally of the Dayan Dynasty, there were certain things he had to do.

In the Great Yan Dynasty camp, True Lord Taiwei, Holy Lady Ziwei, Yun Qinghe, True Lord Jingshui and other top-level experts from the three academies all acted very calmly and just watched the battle in mid-air quietly.

If Lu Mingyuan had not spoken, they would not have acted rashly.

The old chess sage was recovering from his injuries and had no intention of participating in the battle, but he ordered his gatekeeper disciples to be on standby at any time.

Two clear-looking disciples in Confucian robes, one male and one female, also joined the Great Yan camp.

"Wow——"

The battle for the Juebiao Blood Spring is not over yet. Another bloody mist rises from beneath the ground, and a corrupted scarlet sacred flower flies out.

Among the Corruption Divine Flowers, there are nine crystal-clear, plump stamens. The entire Corruption Divine Flower looks small when looking down from the mountain, but it is actually tens of meters high, exuding strong energy and blood divine power.

The sacred flower is as tall as an attic and is a giant flower.

Obviously, this sacred flower is more valuable and more precious.

It blooms from the blood spring and grows up fed by the divine blood.

Immediately, a large number of strong men rushed out. The military swordsmen of the Sui Dynasty and the martial arts worshipers of the Wu Dynasty could not bear it any longer, so a second battlefield was formed.

However, before most of the monks could rush in front of the Corrupt Divine Flower, they were attacked by dozens of magic weapons and were defeated and retreated.

All the creatures who could join the final battle were first-class strong men. There were no weaklings, and none were lower than the ninth realm. It was not an easy task to seize a holy flower.

In the first battlefield, three Yuanying Qigong practitioners and a demon lord had already fallen. Corpses kept falling down, and blood rain filled the sky. It was conceivable how tragic their battle was.

Even if it was fierce, the Great Yan Dynasty never made any moves.

No cultivators from other dynasties dared to provoke the Great Yan Dynasty.

The most precious thing at the moment was not the Absolute Brewing Blood Spring or the Corruption God Flower.

But it was the Ascension Platform!

There was no treasure in this cave that could be compared to the Ascension Platform.

But everyone was very smart, and no one took the initiative to mention this.

Since Qi Xingyan walked out of the cave, most people had figured out a lot of things.

The Great Yan Dynasty was not easy to provoke!

Lu Mingyuan's silence attracted Yun Qinghe's attention.

She transmitted her voice: "You must have paid a great price to revive Mr. Qi. I can feel that your breath is very weak and your complexion is very gray. Don't you really need to seize this corrupt divine flower?"

Lu Mingyuan replied: "The Great Yan Dynasty has obtained the Ascension Platform, which is enough to make others feel envious and jealous. If you seize the corrupt divine flower and the blood spring at this time, you will be rejected by everyone."

He still maintained his rationality and understood what it meant to take action at this time.

It would undoubtedly arouse public anger.

If his strength was not damaged and he maintained his peak posture, he could certainly take action with confidence.

Not to mention taking all of them, he could even crush the demon clan alone.

But now, his strength is not at the peak, less than one-tenth of the original, and his dantian is almost broken. If he takes action rashly, he will only expose his weakness and put his life in danger, thus provoking the demon clan.

The demon clan at this time does not know how weak they are.

The Absolute Brewing Blood Spring is good, but you have to be able to take it.

This is the result of his careful consideration.

He needs to wait for a suitable opportunity.

Yun Qinghe received Lu Mingyuan's reply.

There was a brief silence.

Then a cold and delicate voice came again.

"Why worry so much? At worst, I will help you kill the monster and take the flower."

"If this goes on, I'm afraid the Corruption God Flower will fall into the hands of the monster clan."

She seemed to know Lu Mingyuan's thoughts. After weighing the pros and cons, she decided to do it herself.

Lu Mingyuan was surprised when he heard it. He didn't expect that the other party would be so bold for him. He seriously advised: "This is too dangerous. Don't take risks."

He pointed to the surroundings of the Corruption God Flower. There were many tiny red flowers, and said: "There is not only one Corruption God Flower. Apart from the largest one, the ones next to it are also good. There is the least competition there. You can try it. The blood of the gods is also a rare benefit for refining the soul."

"Don't underestimate people."

Yun Qinghe's eyes were very serious, and it was obvious that she didn't intend to listen to him.

"Wait for me on the cliff."

After finishing this sentence, she pinched off the voice transmission.

Lu Mingyuan could only show a helpless look.

It's really her style. If she listens to him in everything, maybe that's not her anymore.

Yun Qinghe stood on the side of the Great Flame cultivators and spoke loudly:

"Listen, the emperor has already said that we can only succeed in seizing the divine flower, and we must not fail. Please protect me!"

"Okay! I'm just waiting for the emperor to say this!"

Taiwei Zhenjun smiled slightly and couldn't help rubbing his hands.

"Hehe, how can I miss such an opportunity in Great Flame? My Dragon King Basket has been thirsty for a long time."

Jingshui Zhenjun licked his lips, with undisguised excitement in his eyes.

No one at the scene questioned Yun Qinghe's words.

After all, in their eyes, this white-haired fairy has always been with the emperor and is a very important person.

Her words should be correct.

"Fairy, just go ahead and we will cover you."

Accompanied by a shout.

Yun Qinghe nodded lightly, the sword finger stood in front of her chest, the golden light flashed between her eyebrows, and a sky-blue ancient sword appeared in her hand.

Her snow-white hair was blown up by the mountain wind, and her simple Taoist robe was swaying in the air. Her figure was generous, like a fairy descending from heaven.

She narrowed her bright eyes, looked in the direction of the corrupt divine flower, and murmured in a barely perceptible voice:

"To repay the kindness of nine generations, I would rather betray the heavens than you."

She did not regret this deep affection in this life, and was willing to be alone and drifting.

After the nine reincarnations, Lu Mingyuan could absorb the insights of cultivation in one life after another by sealing his memories.

But Yun Qinghe did not do so.

She accepted all the memories in full.

He, Lu Mingyuan, could not be disturbed by these memories.

But she could not.

When Yun Qinghe returned to the Tianshi Mansion, day and night, when he dreamed, meditated, and entered into a state of concentration, many bits and pieces of their time together would appear in his mind.

There was loyalty, a confidant, daily necessities, a good teacher and a helpful friend, and a frank meeting.

If she continues like this, she will breed inner demons.

So she chose to return to the Great Yan Dynasty and face it directly.

Now is an important step for her.

As Yun Qinghe's thoughts surged, her body suddenly moved.

She drew out the sword in her hand and swung it forward.

——Swish!

The sound of the sword cutting through the air.

"If we can take this divine flower, our Thousand Flower Demon Country will not have come in vain!"

An ancient vine flower demon at the demon king level showed an excited expression, stretched out his hands, and was about to take away a corrupt divine flower.

"Hua La!"

A sword energy like a stream of light, like a swimming dragon, slashed from the void, bombarded the ancient vine flower demon, knocked her out, and fell into the icy Guixu River.

The residual power carried by the sword energy split the waves on the river surface in two. There was nothing at the place where the sword was swung, and only river grass and riverbed could be seen.

All the creatures present were very surprised.

Because the sword energy that just hit the ancient vine flower king was simple and unpretentious, but it defeated a demon king in an instant.

Who is this person?

Lu Mingyuan on the mountain looked at the place where the sword energy appeared, and a bitter smile appeared in his eyes.

"Hua La."

A huge female sword immortal soul image slowly rose from the void and reached the top of Feisheng Mountain, a thousand meters high.

Yun Qinghe, wearing a plain white Taoist robe, stood on the head of the sword immortal soul, exuding a cold sword intent, and behind her, there were several streams of light.

Representing the top powerhouse of the Great Flame camp.

"All the holy flowers belong to me."

Yun Qinghe's tone was unquestionable. From her small body, she exuded overwhelming magic power. She rushed towards the flying flowers in the air with the sword immortal soul, wanting to take all the holy flowers away.

Lu Mingyuan's eyes fell on Yun Qinghe, revealing a strange look.

He didn't expect that Yun Qinghe would get such a huge improvement every time she left him.

Now she can not only control the power of the immortal sword, but also summon her own soul in her body as a Dharma image to resist the enemy.

She is at the peak of the eleventh realm, but even the demon king of the twelfth realm is not her opponent.

It seems that her life experience may be more complicated than she thought.

Seeing the powerful demons being defeated by the monks of the Great Yan Dynasty, many people felt uncomfortable.

They thought.

The Great Yan Dynasty must be waiting and watching, and then they could pick up the leak.

But they had no choice.

It was not appropriate to make enemies with the Great Yan Dynasty at the moment.

But they were reluctant to give such a great opportunity to others.

"We will also help the Great Yan!"

Li Muwan and Nanli Sword Saint also stepped forward to help the monks of the Great Yan resist the demons.

"She can actually summon the sword immortal spirit and drive the immortal sword. Could she be the reincarnation of a medieval sword immortal?"

"The power of this woman is a little special, not entirely hers, and there is definitely something strange."

"The women around the Great Yan Emperor are really gifted. Any one of them has the qualifications to cultivate to the upper third grade."

All the contenders of the demons were shocked by the power of the sword immortal weapon and slowly retreated.

The human immortal sword is unstoppable.

Slaying demons can bring great killing power.

Anyone who is injured by a wisp of sword energy will either die or suffer miserably.

A cultivator of this realm, mastering a fairy sword, can mobilize even one-tenth of its power.

They can kill indiscriminately among the middle five grades, and are invincible below the upper three grades.

Soon, Yun Qinghe, under the protection of everyone, fought her way out and came to the front of the corrupt divine flower.

This largest corrupt divine flower was finally taken away by her.

At this time, a dull voice sounded in the void, and nine thunderclouds appeared next to the golden mist divine cloud, and a figure holding a nine-foot divine nail appeared:

"When did the human race's Tianjiao become so rampant!"