78: Chapter 78 The disciples are in danger, Xiao Yuzhu is seriously injured

Ji Linger and Nangong Ziyi felt happy when they saw Leng Qingqiu and the others descending from the sky.

She recognized this group.

They were from the Yunxiao Holy Land!

Ignoring the bone spur still embedded in her calf, Ji Linger crawled two steps toward Yan Lingji with all her might.

"Senior! Help!"

Nangong Ziyi's crimson flames had dimmed to the point of almost extinguishing; the light of the Heavenly Sun Pearl flickered as if it could shatter at any moment.

She knelt halfway on the ground, supporting herself with her hands on the rubble, and screamed toward Yun Qianyue.

"Save us!"

Leng Qingqiu held the imperial sword jiuyou, her dark eyes sweeping across the battlefield.

Three severely injured young people on the ground, five murderous old Saints opposite them.

She understood the situation instantly.

Wan Tianchou's expression changed drastically.

He hadn't expected this group to suddenly appear inside the barrier.

The spot where Emperor Yun threw them happened to be right in the center of his sealing Formation, and it had even swallowed their attack.

Ming Jiuyou's eyes darted around, and he transmitted his voice to Wan Tianchou while leaning on his staff.

[Brother Wan, these are all Lu Chen's Disciples.]

[I know.]

Wan Tianchou swallowed hard.

[Then what do we do? Let them go?]

Wan Tianchou looked down at the blood staining his palms, then at the three people on the ground—Jiang Yifei, Ji Linger, and Nangong Ziyi—who were already half-dead.

Let them go?

Jiang Yifei, Ji Linger, and Nangong Ziyi had seen the faces of the five of them with their own eyes.

And Lu Chen's Disciples had witnessed this scene.

The three people they were killing stood behind the Jiang Family, Ji Family, and Nangong Clan of the Central Plains.

Once they were let go, the consequences would be something the five Saints could not bear.

Wan Tianchou made a decision.

[We cannot let them go.]

[If we kill them all, letting them out would be a catastrophe for the five Holy Lands.]

[Lu Chen's Disciples are the same; since they've bumped into us, not a single one can be left alive.]

[We are already Saints near death; the Holy Lands won't keep us for long, and sooner or later we will be refined into Saint Pills to shape the next Saint.]

[Returning to the Holy Land means death anyway; if we kill them and snatch their belongings, we might even have a Breakthrough and escape this fate.]

[Even if we die, we'll drag the Holy Lands behind us to the grave. Lu Chen isn't here right now; he might even be held up by Emperor Yun! Quick, finish this!]

Ming Jiuyou gripped his staff tightly.

Lei Zhengtian transmitted: [Are you crazy! Those are Emperor Yun's Disciples!]

Wan Tianchou replied: [We've already started killing; we're already in too deep, might as well go all the way!]

[The heavenly secrets are blocked within this sealing barrier; as long as we kill everyone and destroy everything, Lu Chen won't find any evidence!]

[He is currently inside the Core Secret Realm and shouldn't be able to get out.]

Zi Qianlan, Lei Zhengtian, and Lei Xuzi received the transmission simultaneously; their expressions varied, but in the end, they all gritted their teeth.

The Killing Intent of the five erupted at the same instant.

Leng Qingqiu drew her imperial sword jiuyou.

Nine Nether Sword Qi soared into the sky, and black-and-white sword beams swept out, forcefully blocking the blood-red giant handprint slashed by Wan Tianchou.

But the gap in cultivation was too great.

Leng Qingqiu was sent flying, blood dripping down the hilt.

Yun Qianyue's nine fox tails all flared up, and her Heavenly Fox Bewitching Pupils bloomed with pink light.

A layer of illusion Domain spread out, enveloping Lei Zhengtian and Lei Xuzi.

The two paused for an instant.

But only for an instant.

Purple lightning raged within Lei Zhengtian, forcibly shattering the illusion. He struck out with a backhand palm, and a purple lightning pillar shot straight at Yun Qianyue's face.

Yun Qianyue dodged sideways, whipping out her chilong sword whip to entangle the lightning pillar.

The recoil force from her arm made her groan, and blood spilled from the corner of her mouth.

Yan Lingji's crimson cheongsam fluttered, and Red Lotus Fire burned in her palms.

She stood in front of Su Xuner, Su Qiyue, Lin Bufan, and Shen Mengyao, hard-carrying the joint attack of Zi Qianlan and Ming Jiuyou.

The heavy water sprayed by the dragon-headed cane sizzled against the emperor grade fire.

The bone spurs shot from the staff pierced through the curtain of fire, grazing Yan Lingji's waist and drawing a line of blood.

"I can't hold off five of them!" Yan Lingji shouted.

Although Yun Qianyue and Yan Lingji had stepped into the Saint Realm, they were both newly promoted Early Stage.

The five opposite them were all veteran Peak Saints.

What was even more deadly was that the five had unleashed quasi-Emperor Weapons.

A blood-colored banner appeared in Wan Tianchou's hand; when it unfurled, a hundred-zhang radius was shrouded in blood Qi.

The skull on top of Ming Jiuyou's staff lit up with eerie green phosphor fire in its eyes, the ground cracked, and countless white bone arms reached out from underground, grabbing at everyone's ankles.

Lei Xuzi's black Formation Plate was activated again, and the power of the sealing barrier grew stronger by another layer.

Jiang Yifei struggled to climb up and crushed another cross-boundary voice transmission Jade Slip.

The golden light shot out half a foot, hit the black barrier, and turned into fly ash.

"It won't go through!" Jiang Yifei roared.

Yan Lingji was struck on the shoulder by Zi Qianlan's cane, smashing her into the pile of rubble.

Yun Qianyue's illusions were shattered one by one by Lei Zhengtian's purple lightning, and the fur on her nine fox tails was mostly scorched.

The Nine Nether Reincarnation Body within Leng Qingqiu circulated frantically, and the imperial sword jiuyou erupted with Sword Qi far exceeding her cultivation.

But at the Perfection of the Dao Palace Realm, it was ultimately too weak.

Wan Tianchou's blood-colored banner rolled, and the flag shadow slapped Leng Qingqiu and her sword away; fortunately, the imperial sword had spiritual intelligence to protect its master.

Leng Qingqiu hit the ground, spat out a large mouthful of blood, and the crimson in the depths of her eyes grew more intense.

The five Saints pressed closer step by step.

Just then, the space on the periphery of the barrier fluctuated.

A figure flashed out of the Void Realm.

Xiao Yuzhu.

She had come to report the evacuation status of the Holy Land Disciples to Lu Chen.

After landing, Xiao Yuzhu scanned her surroundings; it was empty, and there was not a single figure.

But her Divine Sense captured extremely weak spiritual energy fluctuations.

Those fluctuations were tightly sealed by a layer of black barrier.

Xiao Yuzhu frowned, not yet having time to investigate carefully.

The black barrier suddenly expanded outward, swallowing her within it.

Lei Xuzi's voice came from inside the barrier.

"Another one came; take her in too, pull her in quickly. If we take down the seal later and she escapes, it will be troublesome!"

The moment Xiao Yuzhu was forcibly pulled into the battlefield, she saw the scene before her.

Her own Junior Martial Uncle, Leng Qingqiu, was lying on the ground covered in blood.

Yun Qianyue's nine fox tails were drooping, and her mouth was full of blood.

Yan Lingji was kneeling halfway in the rubble, her crimson cheongsam torn to shreds.

Su Xuner and Su Qiyue were curled up behind a giant rock, with two Emperor Weapon embryos—the fire pokers—guarding them, forming a shield to protect their safety.

Lin Bufan and Shen Mengyao were guarding in front of Jiang Yifei and the other two, but their cultivation was too low to even protect themselves.

"Presumptuous!"

She burned her essence blood without hesitation, unleashed her full Saint Realm spiritual power, and charged into the battlefield.

The five old monsters did not give her any chance to breathe.

Wan Tianchou and Ming Jiuyou attacked simultaneously, catching Xiao Yuzhu in a pincer attack.

Xiao Yuzhu's Saint Realm foundation was too shallow, and after three rounds, she was beaten into retreat.

She quickly became the new focus of the five people's concentrated fire.

Lei Xuzi raised the black Formation Plate, all the blood patterns on the plate lit up, and a purple-black lightning pillar concentrated with destructive power slashed down.

This attack was aimed directly at Shen Mengyao and Su Qiyue behind Xiao Yuzhu.

Xiao Yuzhu looked back.

Shen Mengyao was protecting Su Qiyue tightly, her eyes full of fear.

Su Qiyue's face was buried in Shen Mengyao's arms, her shoulders trembling continuously.

Xiao Yuzhu turned around.

She spread her arms, blocking in front of them.

She actively pushed her Saint Realm Dao foundation to the limit, turning it into a cyan light shield.

The purple-black lightning pillar slammed into the light shield.

"Crack," the sound was not loud, but everyone present heard it clearly.

Xiao Yuzhu's Saint Realm Dao foundation shattered.

The fragments of the Dao foundation turned into countless cyan light spots, overflowing from her body and dissipating into the air.

Xiao Yuzhu opened her mouth and spat out a stream of blood, her pupils dilating.

Her body fell backward, dropping at Shen Mengyao's feet.

Her path of cultivation might be broken.

Leng Qingqiu propped herself up from the ground with the imperial sword jiuyou, the crimson in the depths of her eyes completely occupying her pupils.

But her body could no longer support any attacks.

She relied on the imperial sword jiuyou's ability to attack, but the prerequisite was that she herself did not defend.

This was the terror of an emperor grade weapon; it had intelligence, could attack autonomously, and defend autonomously. Although its power was greatly reduced, it was still very strong.

This was simply a Great Emperor killing weapon, as well as a trump card for protecting the Dao, but there were too few of them.

Everyone fell into true despair.

The five of Wan Tianchou gathered again, preparing to harvest their lives.

Then—

The space above their heads shattered.

Not cracked, but shattered.

The black sealing barrier began to collapse layer by layer from the very top.

Every time a layer shattered, a giant eye emerged in the crack.

There were two pupils in that eye; although they were darting around left and right, up and down, the center of the pupils was fixed on the five of Wan Tianchou.

There were more and more eyes—one, two, ten, a hundred.

Countless heavy pupils floated in the shattered Void Realm, silently watching the scene below.

The movements of the five of Wan Tianchou froze in place.

A slender figure stepped out slowly from the largest crack.

Lu Chen held Wei Hongyu horizontally, his dark robe motionless in the turbulent Void Realm.

In his eyes, dual pupils rotated slowly.

His gaze shifted.