Staying in the sect, controlling beasts and cultivating immortals

Among the people who entered the Luoya Abyss this time, except for the monks of the Wanxiang Sect, the monks from the other six sects suffered casualties, but fortunately, the losses were still within an acceptable range.

Only the Wanxiang Sect could be said to be safe and sound. This surprised the other sects, and they all fell silent. They looked at Yu Changsheng and then became relieved.

Compared to Wuzhou, the situation in Qingzhou was much more miserable. In the end, less than half of the cultivators returned. The most important thing was that several princes fell into the abyss. Therefore, those who returned from Qingzhou were all silent and trembling.

Huangpu Hongxuan had a gloomy look on his face, and all the powerful men in Qingzhou were silent as they looked at the sparse crowd returning, not daring to speak, and a depressing atmosphere enveloped the place.

Meng Xiangrui shook his head, sighed softly, and looked across the rainbow, where a gleam of light flashed.

"Interesting. Your Majesty, have you thought about it carefully? Do you want to strip Yu Changsheng of his tendons and bones?"

Huangpu Hongxuan was silent for a moment, and his gloomy expression eased a little. He raised his eyes and looked suddenly at the other side of Changhong. He stretched out his hand and suddenly made a move. A terrifying aura rushed straight into the sky in an instant, and the sky seemed to roll. The pressure of the deity exploded unscrupulously, and it turned into a pair of giant hands, which suddenly descended from the sky, swept away the clouds, and pinched Yu Changsheng fiercely.

"You little Wuzhou boy, you killed my beloved son and slaughtered my people. Give me your life!!"

Huangpu Hongxuan spoke in a low voice, and his voice turned into rolling heavenly sounds that flowed through layer by layer, like muffled thunder rumbling, exploding in the sky, and falling into the ears of everyone on both sides of Qingwu, like a hammer striking their hearts and minds, shaking them violently.

Suddenly, the sky and the earth changed color, and countless people looked up in astonishment, watching this sudden change. In the sky, the clouds rolled, revealing the huge face of Huangpu Hongxuan. He wore a glazed dragon-carved nine-comb crown, with a solemn expression, and a majestic aura without anger. His whole body was shining with brilliance, and the hazy imperial luck made him look even taller and taller. He opened his mouth angrily, and suddenly the world was shocked.

"!!!"

Yu Changsheng looked up suddenly, an intense sense of life and death crisis exploded in his mind, and when he looked up, he saw Huangpu Hongxuan making a sudden move. Suddenly, a huge vortex appeared in the clouds, and a pair of giant golden hands stretched out from it, locking onto him with Ling Tian's pressure, and fell from the sky.

Rumble!
The clouds rolled, and a giant golden hand exuded terrifying power, covering the sky and the earth, casting a shadow, and bursting out with brilliant light, grabbing towards Yu Changsheng fiercely.

In an instant, Yu Changsheng's mind was shaking wildly, and the mere breath of air flowing out made his face pale instantly. A feeling of powerlessness burst out from his mind and exploded into an intense life-and-death crisis.

"I will live forever and die!"

In the trance, only Huangpu Hongxuan's majestic voice turned into endless heavenly thunder, which pierced Yu Changsheng's mind, disrupted his cultivation, suppressed everything, and exploded.

The power of the God of Transformation was unreserved and burst out in full force at this moment.

Countless monks with low cultivation levels couldn't stop shaking in an instant, and fell upside down on the ground, looking at the giant golden hand with fear and pale faces.

"How dare you! Huangpu Hongxuan, do you want to tear up the treaty and trigger a war between the two states, causing great suffering to all?"

At the critical moment, a voice filled with anger also exploded, like a huge bell, opening the sky and turning into infinite pressure, slamming towards the huge golden light falling from Huangpu Hongxuan, wave after wave, like a flood covering the sky and the earth.

Boom!

In an instant, the giant golden hand trembled and turned into light and dissipated. Huangpu Hongxuan frowned, snorted coldly, and looked at the person who spoke with a thunderous gaze.

The person who spoke was none other than Xue Xuan Zhenzun, who was looking at Huang Pu Hongxuan with a cold brow and anger. He took a step forward, rose into the sky, and waved his hand. Suddenly, blood light filled the sky, stirring the clouds, and opposed Huang Pu Hongxuan. The pressure of the Deity also erupted unscrupulously, shaking all directions.

“Xuexuan Zhenzun…”

In Wuzhou, countless people were shaken. They looked at Master Xuexuan with awe in a trance and murmured in low voices.

“Is this the Transformation of the Gods…?”

Yu Changsheng supported himself with one hand and swallowed his saliva while lowering his head. The feeling of crisis in his mind temporarily subsided, but he was still vaguely uneasy. He raised his eyes and looked at Xue Xuan Zhenzun and Huang Pu Hongxuan in the sky and smiled bitterly.

The joy of having just broken through to the Purple Palace was gone.

Although it was only a moment, when Huangpu Hongxuan made his move, the feeling of powerlessness at that moment really made Yu Changsheng feel a fatal crisis. If it were not for Xuexuan Zhenzun to block it with just a random blow, he would probably have been torn into pieces.

"It's still very weak. The Purple Mansion is far from enough. In front of a true strong man, it's just a bigger ant."

Yu Changsheng exhaled deeply, and his face regained its calmness as he murmured softly. His back was completely covered with cold sweat.

"Immortality!"

Yuan Menghua ran over quickly and called out with a hint of anxiety in his tone. Only after seeing that Yu Changsheng was safe and sound did he breathe a sigh of relief.

"Ancestor!"

Yu Changsheng clasped his fists and nodded.

"I'm glad you're all okay," Yuan Menghua let out a long breath, looked at the people of Wanxiang Sect, glanced at the sky with a slightly grim expression, and said:

"You did a great job on the trip to the abyss. The situation is unpredictable now. Just in case, there is no time to celebrate. Let's go back first."

After saying that, Yuan Menghua was too lazy to say more. He waved his sleeves and the spirit boat floated in the air. He dragged everyone in it and was about to start the spirit boat and speed away.

The other sect leaders did the same; after taking over their own talented disciples, they all wanted to leave the battlefield.

These talented disciples are the backbone of each sect in the future, so they naturally cannot be lost.

"Want to escape? Stay!"

This scene fell into Huangpu Hongxuan's eyes, and he immediately sneered, with anger spreading in his heart. He focused his eyes on the direction of Yu Changsheng and waved his sleeves again. In an instant, a storm condensed and rushed towards the spirit boat where Yu Changsheng was.

"call!!!"

The violent wind turned into a tornado that swept the sand and rocks, carrying the power of the God of Incarnation and the power of destruction, roaring and rolling towards the Wanxiang Sect's flying boat. "Humph, you dare to touch my Wuzhou Tianjiao, Huangpu Hongxuan, do you think I don't exist? Do you think you are the only one who has achieved the God of Incarnation?"

True Venerable Xuexuan snorted coldly, and as soon as he finished speaking, a beam of blood light shot out from his majestic figure, blocking the spirit boat where Yu Changsheng was, piercing through the tornado and resolving the crisis.

The tremendous power erupted from Xuexuan Zhenzun and Huangpu Hongxuan, affecting the sky, illuminating the heaven and earth. The intense blood light dyed half the sky red. The majestic body of Xuexuan Zhenzun pierced the clouds and with a wave of his sleeves, a vast blood-colored light curtain enveloped everyone in Wuzhou, isolating Huangpu Hongxuan's attack and turning it into a protection.

Huangpu Hongxuan frowned, his Dharma image stood in the sky, the brilliant golden light shone with sacredness, the spiritual energy surged like a tide, and in the distance, a vast imperial dragon rose and fell on his body, vaguely revealing its ferocious appearance in the mist. The dragon head drooped on Huangpu Hongxuan's shoulder, noble but not to be looked directly at, with its aura overwhelming the mountains and rivers, suppressing all directions.

The two confronted each other, and for a moment, the wind was howling and the atmosphere was oppressive. The air was filled with murderous intent, and it rose up. The blood and gold lights each occupied half of the sky, stretching for thousands of miles. The terrifying murderous intent was about to erupt as it rose.

"Yu Changsheng killed many of my princes. This blood feud must be avenged. Hand Yu Changsheng over. Otherwise, I will massacre Wuzhou!"

Huangpu Hongxuan's voice was majestic and resounding through the sky. He spoke softly with a cold tone and murderous intent.

"Huangpu Hongxuan, you really can't keep your cool. In the abyss, life and death are all up to fate. Your cultivation skills in Qingzhou are not as good as others, so how can you blame the younger generation?"

"As the Emperor of Qingzhou, Huangpu Hongxuan, you have really been living a more and more miserable life these years. Bloodbath Wuzhou? You are so arrogant. Do you rely on just yourself?"

True Master Xuexuan chuckled and responded calmly.

"Who said he was alone?"

Just as Master Xuexuan finished his words, there was another loud explosion. A terrifying aura rose up, raising thousands of clouds. A man slowly walked over from behind Huangpu Hongxuan. It was Meng Xiangrui.

Meng Xiangrui spoke lightly with a faint smile on his lips. As soon as he finished speaking, he stepped into the sky step by step. With every step he took, the aura on his body rose more and more, like an abyss or an ocean, with waves surging, and he was not inferior to Xue Xuan Zhenzun and Huang Pu Hongxuan at all. Finally, he stood beside Huang Pu Hongxuan, looking at Xue Xuan Zhenzun, his aura rising and falling, and a dazzling golden lotus bloomed behind him.

"If he alone is not enough, then what if I am included, Brother Xuexuan?"

A playful smile appeared on Meng Xiangrui's face. He spoke softly, and an overwhelming power burst out from him, stirring up the situation.

In an instant, many glances were cast over in astonishment, and he immediately gasped, with a storm of shock and waves sweeping through his mind.

"God of Transformation! Another true God of Transformation!"

"The person next to your majesty is actually the True God of Transformation?!"

“Two Transformation Masters, can the Blood Mysterious Master resist this time…”

One after another, voices of surprise and doubt rang out. For a moment, some people in Wuzhou looked pale and panicked, while some people in Qingzhou suddenly changed their dejected state and became excited.

"People from the Holy Land?"

True Master Xuexuan looked at Meng Xiangrui with a slightly gloomy expression, but he did not seem surprised. He squinted his eyes and looked at the two of them. A sneer slowly appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he said in a cold voice:

"Interesting. The Holy Land is so high and mighty. How could it ever look down upon the barbaric land of Wuzhou? Huangpu Hongxuan, you are colluding with the Holy Land and are in cahoots with them. Aren't you afraid of inviting a wolf into your house?"

"Haha," Huangpu Hongxuan laughed when he heard this, but he just glanced at Xuexuan Zhenzun lightly, not angry, and spoke calmly:
"Our two states have been at odds and in turmoil for so many years, and it's time for one of them to come to an end. Elder Meng's presence here to help us unify Qingzhou is also a move of destiny, and you can't stop it."

"If you are sensible, you'd better get out of the way. Of course, before that, I need to remove some of the discordant things in your Wuzhou, hand over Yu Changsheng, and avenge my son. When I unify Wuzhou, it's not a bad idea to let you govern yourself."

After Huang Pu Hongxuan finished speaking, the long dragon of imperial luck behind him rose and fell, leaving behind a trail of afterimages. The sound of the dragon's roar spread for thousands of miles, shaking in all directions.

Meng Xiangrui nodded with a smile in his eyes and looked at Xue Xuan Zhenzun calmly.

Xue Xuan Zhen Zun's expression suddenly darkened, and a trace of anger appeared on his face as he frowned. He exhaled a long breath of foul air, which turned into a storm and swept towards the two of them. He snorted coldly and said:
"The demon is bewitching people. Yu Changsheng is the pride of Wuzhou. It is impossible for him to be with you!"

After saying that, True Master Xuexuan made a sudden move. A fierce blood light flashed, and a blood-red bell emerged in the haze. The bell was huge, and the whole body was blood-red, as if it was made of blood, emitting a gloomy and terrifying aura.

When it appeared, it was suddenly blurred with blood, and a shadow of a sea of ​​blood rose in the haze. The bell was vast, standing in the sea of ​​blood. The raging blood waves rushed over and hit the bell wall, but it did not move at all. Densely packed with mysterious runes flashed on it, suppressing the sea of ​​blood and holding the sky. Then it shook violently, and in an instant, the ancient bell sound vibrated and echoed, comparable to the power of the god sweeping across the abyss.

"Buzz! Buzz!! Buzz!!"

The bell rang majestically, one after another. The sound waves swept up a surging sea of ​​blood, which surged towards Huangpu Hongxuan and Meng Xiangrui.

The eyes of Huangpu Hongxuan and Meng Xiangrui suddenly focused, feeling the Xuexuan Bell in the hands of Xuexuan Zhenzun, their pupils shrank slightly, a look of fear flashed across their eyes, and they each waved their sleeves to unleash their magical powers to break the sea of ​​blood caused by the sound of the bell.

"The magic weapon...Xuexuan Bell, Xuexuan, you really have this trick up your sleeve."

Huangpu Hongxuan's tone became slightly more serious, and he looked at Xuexuan Zhenzun vigilantly and said.

As a supreme treasure, a magic weapon cannot fully exert its power without the cultivation of a god. However, even for a god, it is rare to possess a magic weapon.

Treasures of this level are difficult to possess even for a deity. The Blood Profound Bell in the hands of True Venerable Blood Profound was made by the Xuanyin Sect over countless years and with countless efforts and natural treasures. It is also one of the foundations of Xuanyin and has been passed down to this day and is in the hands of True Venerable Blood Profound.

The incarnation of a god with a magic weapon and the incarnation of a god without a magic weapon are two completely different concepts. To some extent, the incarnation of a god in control of a magic weapon is almost equivalent to having an additional god-level combat power.

Therefore, the sacrifice of the Blood Mysterious Bell made both of them take it seriously.

"Hmph, it just so happens that I haven't had a proper fight in a long time. So what if there are two gods today? I can use the blood of the gods to refine the bell in my hand. Otherwise, without blood to water it, it will rust."

True Master Xuexuan was stunned for a moment, his words were filled with murderous intent, as he spoke, he slapped the Xuexuan Bell hard with his palm, and immediately the bell rang again, and a layer of overwhelming sea of ​​blood surged up, and continued to surge towards the two of them with the sound of the bell.

Huangpu Hongxuan and Meng Xiangrui looked at each other, and saw the solemnity in each other's eyes. They did not dare to be careless, and used their magical powers to resist while casting spells. In an instant, the sea of ​​blood surged, the waves were surging, the long dragon of imperial luck roared in it, and the sky sword split everything across the sky... (End of this chapter)