HLnovel Chapter 231 Late arrival
Chapter 231 Late arrival
The leader of the Iron Fan Sect, a hero of his generation, did not sacrifice the blood and essence of countless disciples at the moment of his death, but used his own body to withstand the force of this devastating blow.
Everyone understood the sect leader's thoughts.
After all, the leader of the Iron Fan Sect was reluctant to sacrifice the lives of thousands of his disciples for the power of that one strike.
He chose to resist with his own body rather than sacrifice his disciples.
Tears flowed down her cheeks like drizzle and merged into the stone slabs underground.
Yu Qinghan looked at the faces of every surviving disciple and elder. There was no sadness or grief in their expressions. There was only numb calmness and resentment hidden within the calmness.
My father is dead, but the Iron Fan Gate has not fallen yet, and the crisis facing both the spirit and ghost clans is still there.
My own responsibilities and burdens are also there.
He will inherit the will of all the dead and continue to fight until the moment he dies.
Yu Qinghan helped the sobbing elder to his feet and said calmly, "Count the number of people and see how many are left. As long as there is one person from the Iron Fan Gate who is still alive, this promotion fortress will never be lost!"
All the disciples rushed over, their expressions changed from tragic to solemn. Yes, as long as there was one person, the Iron Fan Gate would be there, and the Promotion Fortress would be there too.
Suddenly, in the icy lake in the north, the sound of countless iron cavalry stepping on the ice was heard. In a uniform and mighty manner, countless black-clad death knights stepped onto the city wall, walked onto the square, and surrounded the only remaining disciples of the Iron Fan Sect.
Behind them, the Red Judge, dressed in red but without a body and wearing a bronze mask, stared coldly at the group of lambs.
A sharp roar rose from the sea and flew over the crowd.
Yuan Ying wiped the blood from her mouth, put on a phoenix crown, and took off the red scarf covering her face, revealing her delicate and beautiful female face.
Her expression was cold as she stood in front of Yu Qinghan.
Yu Qinghan also stared at her, without a trace of fear in his eyes.
"Very good, everyone in the Iron Fan Gate is indeed a real man, except for the two who escaped!"
She didn't die, which seemed to be within everyone's expectations. Yes, how could a strong man who reached the ninth level die? He was a god-like figure in the legend, and there were only one or two of him in a continent at most.
And his own leader is only an eighth-level strongman.
Yuan Ying glanced at the crowd and said, "One hundred and seventy-three people, very good, as long as they are alive!"
She coldly ordered the Death Knight, tearing the space apart. A golden portal appeared above the square.
"Take these people back to Jinghai and make them slaves for generations to come, never allowing them to leave Jinghai!"
"As ordered!"
"You haven't asked us yet if we're willing to go?"
Yu Qinghan showed no fear at all, with a crazy and miserable smile on his face. All the remaining people held the iron fans tightly in their hands. As long as they were not dead, they still had a chance to fight.
"Ants! How dare you resist!"
A red-robed judge swung the black chain in his hand, which turned into countless black air and locked around the necks of these people. On their feet and hands were these seemingly intangible chains.
All his cultivation was locked by this iron chain.
"Go away, you beasts!"
The huge black whip lashed at everyone. Some people struggled and resisted, and the black chain became tighter.
Bai Zhi was completely shocked as she watched the scene almost reappear.
Yes, during the battle at Longyuan Sacred Mountain that day, Changying, the guardian of Nancangzhou, did the same thing. He wanted to take the disciples of Longyuan Sword Sect to Jinghai and make them immortal.
These are also the red judges and black death knights.
The only difference is that Changying refined these ghosts into his ninth-level underworld artifacts, the white bone banner and the black coffin giant ship.
But at this time, Yuan Ying was summoned from the sea of land.
It is thought that Changying has disappeared from the world for more than a hundred years since he became the Great Pillar of the State.
Thinking of Yuan Ying's behavior at this time, Bai Zhi's body suddenly trembled with fear, and a very scary idea was born in her mind.
For thousands of years, the ghost clan has been trapped in the sea of boundaries by the powerful humans.
Changying's possession of the body of the previous guardian of Nancangzhou was an evil act.
"Could it be that all the cultivation, techniques, and ideas of the ninth-rank powerful beings of the Ghost Clan are connected?"
"Or is it that Chang Ying didn't die, but transferred his divine consciousness to the next ninth-rank expert?"
Bai Zhi had seen the white jade tree above Yuan Ying's head with her own eyes and had fought with it before.
She knew very well that this was cut from a mysterious tree deep in the sea of environment. What secret had the Nine Realms of the Ghost Clan been plotting for thousands of years?
According to the extensive knowledge of Longyuan Sword Sect and the records in ancient books, Changying, the Great Pillar of Nancang Continent, is a ghost cultivator, and Su Shang, the Great Pillar of Zhengyang Continent, is also a ghost cultivator.
They all kill those who are on the right path and use the negative energy in the world as a resource for cultivation.
There are only eight pillar states in the entire nine divine continents. The other six pillar states are too mysterious. Nancang Continent is located in the border area and does not know about them. This is what she knows now.
The guardians of Zhengyang Continent and Nancang Continent are also ghost cultivators.
And Su Shang, the great pillar of Zhengyang Continent, probably practiced something similar to Yuan Ying in front of him.
"What terrible secret are the Ghost Clan plotting by allowing a Nine-Realm Great Being from their own clan to occupy the position of Great Pillar of the Human Clan?"
Bai Zhi couldn't figure it out, no matter how hard she tried.
But she knew deeply that this was far more ambitious and mysterious than her own ambition to make the Longyuan Sword Sect the strongest sword sect.
They are so similar, really so similar.
This Yuan Ying is exactly the reincarnation of Chang Ying.
Could it be that Changying is really not dead?
Do the ghosts have some strange magic that can evade the laws of nature?
Just as Baizhi was constantly guessing and pondering.
Yu Qinghan and his group of several hundred people were being dragged towards the portal. Yu Qinghan bit his lips until they bled. He finally realized painfully:
In the face of such enormous realm strength, they didn't even have the strength to fight and were all tied together.
The black death knight whipped them and rushed towards the portal.
Yuan Ying shouted sternly, "Get in now!"
She was injured by Yu Congxiu's attack, and she vented her endless anger on these low-level disciples. Yu Qinghan pounced and was kicked into the portal.
At this moment, a black and red sword beam pierced down from the sky and cut the portal in half with one sword.
This sword carried the terrifying aura of an emperor-level expert, almost splitting the space apart.
Everyone turned around in shock, looking towards the direction where the sword came from.
This is just a sword beam.
A woman in red, her whole body was bright blood red, holding an ordinary steel sword in her hand, but the blade was black and red.
It was this sword light that was so sharp that it cut through the portal just now.
What's even more strange is that this person has a very sunny face, but people feel that he is a woman.
Yuan Ying stared at the woman in red and angrily shouted:
"You bold madman, how dare you destroy the portal of our clan's most precious treasure? Come down and die!" A red silk thread flew out from her hand and wrapped around the body of the flying woman.
The woman's face was full of anger, and with one sword she cut the red threads that had been so terrifying just now into thin air.
Yuan Ying took a breath of cold air and screamed:
"Go back!"