"A martial artist... this can't be just an ordinary martial artist practicing horizontally!"
Zhao Mu's face was gloomy, his eyes full of shock and fear.
In Cultivation World, mortal warriors are nothing more than ants and grasshoppers. Even if they practice to the so-called Tenth Realm Martial God, they still can't survive a face-to-face encounter with the immortal cultivator Flying Sword and his magic.
But the two young men in front of them could actually kill the Second Realm monks in an instant with the explosive power of their bodies in Spirit-Sealing Formation.
"If I can't keep this kid, then Cultivation Method must be weird!" Zhao Mu shouted in a low voice and stopped bragging.
The late Spiritual Power of the Sixth Realm in his body was released. Although the surrounding Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi was drained by Spirit-Sealing Grand Formation, as an Sixth Realm monk, the natal spiritual energy accumulated in Dantian was so rich that it was enough to crush any mortal body even without the help of the power of heaven and earth.
Gu Changfeng on the side also came to his senses, his face turned livid, murderous intent surged.
Gu Qinghe's separation, the humiliation at the auction, and the treacherous mortal Martial Sect here have completely become his inner demon.
If these people are not killed on the spot, Gu Household's face will be completely lost.
"Nigga, no one can protect you today!"
Gu Changfeng gave a cold shout, and Seventh Realm's initial spiritual power surged out from around him without reservation.
In an instant, the majestic air pressure of two high-level monks overturned like giant peaks, pressing on the entire Mass Grave.
The originally raging dust was pressed hard to the ground, and the air let out a whimper.
Han Yu, who was the first to bear the brunt, felt that all the bones in his body suddenly tightened.
Qi and Blood flowed hard through the meridians, and both feet sank half an inch deep into the soil involuntarily.
Lu Chang'an's face was also pale, one knee was slightly bent, and the stainless steel Iron Hammer was placed on the ground to share the weight.
After all, the gap is too big.
The two warriors, who had been practicing for more than a year, could still gain an upper hand against monks Second Realm and Third Realm by virtue of their surprise attack and physical advantage. However, under the spiritual suppression of monks Sixth Realm and Seventh Realm, even charging with their physical bodies became a luxury.
Han Yu's heart was beating violently, and his chest was filled with unwillingness and weakness.
Is this a high-level monk...Dantian can solidify the surrounding momentum through the air just by relying on his own spiritual power.
Zhao Mu sneered again and again, raised his hand, and Greenwood Valley's unique natal spiritual light turned into a cyan light blade, carrying an ear-piercing scream and heading straight for Han Yu's face.
"Die!"
The moment the light blade swept out.
Su Yueli, who had been standing at the back, moved.
She neither mobilized Spiritual Power nor assumed any posture to face the enemy.
He just took an extremely ordinary step forward, then raised his right hand, facing the Zhao Mu hanging in the air, and gently closed his five fingers in the air.
"Click."
A faint sound, like the sound of crushing a dead leaf, sounded under the night sky.
The next moment, Zhao Mu, suspended in mid-air, froze.
The space within three feet around him seemed to be suddenly compressed to the extreme by some invisible and irresistible huge force.
The spiritual blade disintegrated instantly, and the body-protecting spiritual agang completely shattered like glass without even a ripple appearing.
"Bang!"
The next moment, the entire physical body of the dignified late Sixth Realm third elder Greenwood Valley, together with Primordial Spirit, exploded into a scarlet blood mist under this grip.
The breeze blew, and the blood mist scattered on the mud, leaving only a charred Storage Bag falling from the air and hitting the grass with a clatter.
The whole place was dead silent.
Even the exclamations of the dozens of monks arrayed around him were stuck in their throats, their eyes bulged, and Divine Soul was almost frightened to death by this horrific scene.
That's monk Sixth Realm!
The elder Greenwood Valley, who was considered the number one figure in the entire Azure Cloud City, was crushed to pieces by the void just like that?
Gu Changfeng felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and the originally monstrous spiritual power of the Seventh Realm was extinguished like a candle that had been snuffed out.
His entire body froze in place, his facial muscles twitched violently, and his legs trembled uncontrollably. Cold sweat rolled crazily from his forehead down his cheeks, soaking his brocade robes.
He slowly turned his head and looked at Su Yueli's golden eyes that were so calm and inhumane.
That's not a mortal at all!
What kind of existence is that?! Raise your hand and crush Sixth Realm...
Extreme fear spread in his mind, and Gu Changfeng's teeth began to chatter.
He finally understood that Gu Qinghe was not lucky enough to dig up the ancient cultivator cave abode, but was actually following an indescribable and supreme being!
Su Yueli took back his hand and did not look at Gu Changfeng. Instead, he turned his head and looked at Gu Qinghe who was standing beside him.
Her voice was calm and there was no hint of emotion or anger. "This is your biological father."
Whether it was Cultivation World ten thousand years ago or Great Xia Immortal Dynasty today, bloodline karma has always been the most difficult threshold for monks to cross.
Even in Devil Cultivator's eyes, the name of patricide can be regarded as a burden of inner demons.
Gu Qinghe stood there, his eyes falling on Gu Changfeng who was trembling all over.
Looking at that face that was once majestic and cold, controlling all his own destiny, and looking at the pleading and fear in the other person's eyes at this moment.
The pursuit of the Heavenly Spirit Mountain Range a year ago, the long sword chopped off by the guard, the cold orders from the head of the family, and everything that was taken away in front of the ancestral hall...
Gu Qinghe's eye sockets were slightly warm, but Qi and Blood's body was completely cold.
He slowly turned his head and turned his face away, no longer looking at the man in the mud.
"Sect Master."
Gu Qinghe's voice was low and hoarse, revealing an almost lifeless determination. "When Heavenly Spirit Mountain Range shed blood, all the love of flesh and blood has been repaid."
"Today's Gu Qinghe is just the medicine refining disciple of the Eternal Life Martial Sect."
"Gu Household and I have only mortal hatred."
He completely turned away his face, turned his back to Gu Changfeng, and closed his eyes.
The last trace of tenderness and reluctance in my heart about Lineage and my father was completely turned into ashes at this moment.
He doesn't need to do it himself, but he will never have the slightest bit of womanly kindness.
Su Yueli looked at Gu Qinghe's profile and nodded slightly.
Only when your heart is like a dead tree can you ask for Eternal Life.
This kind of mentality that completely cuts off the worries of the past is exactly what she needs.
When Gu Changfeng on the muddy ground heard these words, despair and resentment flashed in his eyes, and he opened his mouth and shouted, "Qinghe! I am your father! You are a treasonous person who deceives his master and destroys his ancestors..."
The words have not yet fallen.
Su Yueli didn't even turn to look at him, he just waved his left hand casually in his sleeve.
A piece of extremely pure physics Gang Qi tore through the air, not even bringing out the slightest aura, leaving only a circle of imperceptible air dents in the void.
"Pfft."
Gu Changfeng's head was smoothly disconnected from the neck and flew high into the sky.
Hot blood spurted out for several feet, and then the body fell straight to the ground, hitting the overgrown Mass Grave, making no sound at all.
When the remaining monks who formed the formation around them saw this, they were so frightened that they cried out and put away their formation flags in an attempt to escape.
"Leave no one behind."
Su Yueli faintly spit out four words.
Han Yu and Lu Chang'an broke free from the pressure, the bloodthirsty killing intent in their eyes ignited again.
Two figures instantly rushed into the group of scattered monks, Greatsword swept across, and Iron Hammer blasted them.
The screams and bone-breaking sounds echoed intermittently in the wilderness for a stick of incense, and then completely subsided.