The Ten Directions of Heaven and Earth

At this moment, listening to Xiao Chen read out the names of those sects, many people in the distance were all frightened. Those who originally wanted to rush forward showed timidity at this moment and subconsciously stepped back.

"Changtian Valley...seven."

Xiao Chen's whole body was shrouded in murderous aura, his eyes were cold and frightening. He was seen flying around in mid-air. Every time he made a move, a master from the immortal world would surely die due to his weird killing methods.

The situation suddenly changed. From the beginning, people from various sects surrounded and killed him, to now, he randomly selected a target to kill. There were far more people present today than these seven sects, but who would be so lucky? , was chosen by him?

It is precisely because of this that the people who were rushing towards him without their lives are retreating back at this moment. No one wants to be his next target. Life or death is a matter of life. But once he is asked to read out his name, then he will go back in the future. If you go outside, you will definitely be destroyed!

Everyone present today knows very well that those who can come to the Penglai Realm are all top masters of various sects. And if the top masters die here, then what difficulty will he have if he goes out to destroy the sects outside?

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The cold wind is setting and the sun is setting, and dusk is approaching, the mountains and fields are covered with corpses and bones, and blood flows like rivers. The fishy wind blows at the nostrils. Under the setting sun, there is endless desolation.

The killing sound finally subsided, and Xiao Chen slowly fell to the ground. People in the distance looked at him in fear, and no one dared to rush forward.

At this moment, the entire mountain peak was indescribably quiet. Looking at this scene in front of me, it was so shocking. Everyone was trembling. Today, so many people still couldn't kill him, and so many people died. In his hands.

Under the dusk, there was an indescribable sadness and panic, and Xiao Chen was covered in blood. The blood on his body was like rain, dripping continuously, including the blood of the people he killed and his own blood.

"Uh... poof!"

Finally unable to hold on any longer, he thrust the Emperor's Sword into the ground to support his body, while a mouthful of blood gushed out from his throat.

Even though he was protected by Xuanwu armor, he was surrounded and killed by so many masters, and it was difficult to avoid any injuries. More importantly, he had consumed too much today and was almost exhausted of his true energy, which obviously caused a backlash in himself.

His long snow-like hair has been dyed red with blood, and the emperor's sword is also covered with blood. The cold wind is blowing up his bloody clothes. This scene looks particularly sad and frightening... The previous generation of emperors Did the lone sword master commit suicide with his sword in this bloody dusk?

Everyone in the Murong clan in the distance held their breath, especially those of the older generation. They felt trembling and uneasy, staring at the blood-stained sword without moving. It was indeed... an evil sword!

The cold wind was miserable and the blood was pungent. At this moment, the people in the distance saw that Xiao Chen could no longer hold on anymore, so they were a little ready to move. However, they were afraid of the terrifying sword in his hand and afraid of his dying counterattack, so no one dared Go up easily.

Just when everyone was wondering and feeling extremely quiet, a whimpering sound suddenly sounded in the cold wind. The sound of that sound made people's guts turn nine times and was indescribably heart-wrenching.

"Uuwu...brother, where is brother..."

"Xian... Xian'er..."

Xiao Chen turned around and saw Xian'er groping forward. She didn't open her eyes, she could only stretch her hands forward and move forward cautiously, but under her feet, there were corpses on the ground.

"Uuuu...Brother, brother, where are you...Xianer is obedient...Xianer is not afraid, Xianer listens to brother and does not open his eyes..."

"Brother...where are you..."

Her face was covered with tears, and her little body was trembling constantly. Every time she kicked a corpse, her whole body trembled with fear, but she gritted her teeth and pretended not to be afraid, hiding all the fear in her heart. When I got up, I just sobbed and sobbed, but I couldn't help it or hide it.

"Xian'er..."

Xiao Chen's heart ached, and he watched her with her eyes closed, stumbling step by step to find him, and his heart suddenly felt like thousands of arrows were gathering in his heart. But just as he was about to turn around, he couldn't help but another mouthful of blood welled up in his throat.

"Uuuu...Brother, brother, where are you...Brother, please don't fight them, okay? Xianer, Xianer give all your spiritual power to them...Uuwu, brother, let's not fight them, okay? …”

Xian'er groped forward step by step from the pile of broken corpses, approaching Xiao Chen step by step. Even those cultivators in the immortal world from afar felt heart-wrenching when they saw this scene.

"Xian'er, brother is here..."

"Oh...brother..."

Hearing Xiao Chen's voice, Xian'er quickened her pace and walked up. However, at that moment, from somewhere, a powerful finger force shot straight towards her!

"Oops!"

In the distance, everyone in the Murong clan was shocked. However, it happened so fast that it was too late for them to take action.

"boom!"

At the critical moment, Fairy Yudie fired out a burst of magic power, which dispersed the finger force coming from the dark place, and said coldly, "He Fang Xiaoxiao, the hidden arrow hurts someone, get out!"

However, there was no sound nearby. Everyone looked around and didn't know who had just hit the girl secretly.

"Xian'er..."

Xiao Chen threw himself at her with all his strength, but he couldn't hold back, and another mouthful of blood surged up in his throat.

"Brother...brother!"

Xian'er caught him, threw herself on him, held him tightly, and cried loudly, "Boo hoo...brother, brother..."

"Xian'er, I'm fine..."

Xiao Chen felt as if thousands of arrows were gathering in his heart, and the girl's cry was heartbreaking, "Uuuuuuu...Brother, we won't fight them...Xian'er, Xian'er, give them all your spiritual power..."

Her tears gathered into droplets of ten thousand years of rain and dew. Everyone in the distance was shocked. It really was ten thousand years of rain and dew. Her tears were like ten thousand years of rain and dew!

"Brother...Brother, how about we go back to the Valley of Flowers and never come out again..."

The girl's cry made people feel heartbroken, but after hearing her words, Xiao Chen finally couldn't bear it anymore, tears mixed with blood fell from his face, "Xian'er, I'm sorry..."

She woke up from ten thousand years of slumber. He had clearly promised her that when she came out, she would see the beauty of this world. But as soon as she came out, she experienced this scene...

How long will it take for today's shadow to dissipate from her heart? Is it another ten thousand years...

"Woo...Brother, don't cry...Xian'er is not afraid, Xian'er is not afraid...Look...Look, Xian'er can still laugh...Brother..."

Xian'er's trembling hands were seen gently wiping the blood and tears on Xiao Chen's face. She was smiling through her tears, but because of her sobbing, her breathing stopped and her body trembled.

"Xian'er, Xian'er gave all his spiritual power to you, you... you don't want it, don't hurt your brother, don't hurt your brother, okay..."

Her voice became more and more choked, and just as she finished speaking, thousands of years of rain and dew suddenly turned into droplets and condensed around her body.

"Ten thousand years of rain and dew!"

In the distance, Cang Yunzi and others all had expressions of concentration on their faces. They had come here just for the ten thousand years of rain and dew. They had spent hundreds of years, and they were not at all curious about the Penglai secret treasure. The only thing they wanted was this. Ten thousand years of rain and dew!

And just when they were about to take action, they suddenly saw that the wind and clouds were surging in the east direction, and a terrifying aura of strong men was shrouding this direction!

At this moment, everyone present was trembling, including those so-called powerful people in the seventh realm. At this moment, they all felt like a light on their backs, and they no longer dared to move. Under this aura, even the souls, I also started to tremble and feel restless!