Infinite true path

Black and White Wuchang quickly rushed to Feng Xiao. Under Feng Xiao's fearful gaze, they simultaneously raised their soul-chasing sticks and pointed at Feng Xiao.

With this finger, a strange force suddenly came out, making Feng Xiao instantly feel as if his soul was being pulled by something and was about to escape from his body.

Feng Xiao's whole body was shaken and he wanted to resist desperately, but now that he had no strength at all, how could he still be qualified to resist?

In the blink of an eye, a cloud of mist that could only be detected by spiritual consciousness flew out of Feng Xiao's body, and Feng Xiao's body that was nailed to the ground instantly lost its strength and could no longer move.

The mist that flew out was naturally Feng Xiao's soul. Even after he died, Feng Xiao's soul still didn't stop struggling, trying to resist the pull of black and white on him.

"Huan Yin, let me go, let me go!" Feng Xiao's soul kept begging for mercy. He really couldn't bear the pain of having his soul imprisoned for ten thousand years. He couldn't even imagine what methods Huan Yin would use to deal with him in these ten thousand years.

Huan Yin looked at Feng Xiao's soul coldly and said, "You have never been merciful to my Jiange, so what qualifications do you have to ask me to be merciful!"

Having said that, together with his spiritual power, he directly pointed at Black and White Wuchang. The power of Wuchang suddenly increased at this moment, drawing Feng Xiao's soul closer to him at an accelerated speed.

Just when Feng Xiao was completely desperate, just when Huan Yin thought that his master's great revenge had finally been avenged, suddenly a strange aura appeared in the air in front of Huan Yin, directly above Feng Xiao. .

This breath came very suddenly, without any warning at all, which made Huan Yin startled.

When Huan Yin hurriedly looked up at the air where the breath came from, he suddenly discovered that a black vortex had condensed there at some point. The vortex was so deep that it looked like a mysterious portal leading to nowhere.

Before Huan Yin could react, a strange aura suddenly came from the whirlpool, instantly covering Feng Xiao.

As soon as the aura arrived, Feng Xiao's soul, which had been flying towards Black and White Wuchang, stopped moving and was frozen in mid-air.

Huan Yin was shocked. Seeing that someone wanted to save Feng Xiao, how could he let such a thing happen?

Without the slightest hesitation, Huan Yin took out the Yang Sword and slashed at the aura that enveloped Feng Xiao's soul.

There was no roar or the slightest collision. Huan Yin's sword slashed through the breath, and even passed through Feng Xiao's soul, but it couldn't touch it at all, as if he just slashed at it. The air is normal.

"How could this happen?" Huan Yin was surprised. On the one hand, it was because the sudden whirlpool and aura were too weird, and on the other hand, because when he cut through it just now, he clearly felt that the aura was actually opening a path with Zhenren Lu Ya. When entering the gate of hell, the breath coming from hell is exactly the same.

However, that black vortex is clearly not a realm gate, so who can actually do something similar to Master Lu Ya?

First it was heaven. Could it be that someone in hell is also targeting me now?

Huan Yin was unwilling and kept swinging the Yang Sword, but his moves failed, which made no sense at all.

Looking at Feng Xiao's soul enveloped by that aura, he was shocked at first, but soon his aura changed, as if he had doubts and thoughts.

Finally, twenty breaths later, Feng Xiao's soul suddenly burst into wild laughter: "Hahahaha... Huan Yin... Huan Yin... interesting, interesting!"

"I see, that's it, that's it! Hahaha... my king succeeded, and now he is the emperor, and you, hahaha... you have fallen to this!"

"Huan Yin, I'll wait for you in hell, and we'll have a showdown there! Hahahaha!"

Feng Xiao's laughter became more and more wild, and then a suction force suddenly came out from the sudden whirlpool, and in the blink of an eye, Feng Xiao's soul was pulled into the dark depths of the whirlpool. The vortex slowly disappeared after Feng Xiaofei entered.

Huan Yin looked at the place where Feng Xiao's soul disappeared, the expression on his face kept changing.

He finally felt it at the last moment. The power that sucked Feng Xiao's soul away just now was clearly Feng Xiao's own power. It was impossible for him to make a mistake in judging Feng Xiao's aura.

However, he could not understand the power of the suction. What did it mean?

This means that there is another Feng Xiao at the other end of the whirlpool, Feng Xiao from hell!

It's a clone! Feng Xiao, who had been feuding with Jiange for decades and almost completely destroyed Jiange, turned out to be just a clone. The whirlpool before was obviously created by Feng Xiao's main body in order to let his clone soul return to hell. !

When Feng Xiao was enveloped by the aura from the whirlpool, the doubts and thoughts he had before were probably because he was obtaining all the memories of his true body, so he laughed wildly later.

But what did Feng Xiao mean by those words? king? emperor? Reduced to this?

The moment he thought of Feng Xiao's words just now, Huan Yin suddenly felt that his mind was in chaos, as if some of his memories had been lost. But no matter how he tried to remember, it had no effect at all. Instead, his head hurt more and more, and he felt like he was about to explode.

"Brother!" Suddenly, Xiaotian shouted into Huan Yin's mind, causing Huan Yin to suddenly wake up from the confusion.

Huan Yin noticed something strange about himself and quickly calmed down, but at this moment he was already sweating profusely and panting.

"Xiaotian, thank you." Huan Yin spoke softly, still feeling frightened.

Finally, after a while, Huan Yin was completely relieved. He took another look at the mess around him, knelt down in front of the sword pavilion, kowtowed three times to the sword pavilion, and shouted loudly: "Master, Master, Master Uncle, everyone in the sword pavilion." My ancestors, the unfilial disciple Huan Yin swears here that he will kill every enemy, even if he goes to heaven or earth, he will never give up!"

After saying that, he stood up, glanced at Jiange again with reluctance, turned around and flew towards the direction of the main peak, Wuliang Hall.

After a while, Huan Yin came to the center of Wuliang Gate's main peak square again.

"Rest in peace, fellow sect members, let the sect be buried with you!" Huan Yin murmured softly, and then with his spiritual power, he suddenly revealed the aura of the skills belonging to the "Infinite Scripture", and raised his hand towards Clicked below.

The moment Huan Yin pressed it, an extremely complicated and difficult-to-understand pattern flew out of his hand and moved towards the ground under his feet. At the same time, an identical strange pattern appeared on the ground, echoing the one created by Huan Yin, and instantly bursting with intense light.

The secret that Huan Yin created was a secret he learned when he was studying the "Infinite Soul Sutra" under the cold pool when he was young.

When Venerable Wuliang failed to achieve enlightenment, he knew that his life was not long, so after he founded the sect, he also knew that he could not protect the sect for a long time.

He was afraid that after his death, Wuliang Sect would gradually decline without the leadership of outstanding descendants, and it might even be taken away by others one day, making his hard work and Taoism the property of outsiders. Therefore, he set up a formation here, which can only be opened by those who have successfully practiced the "Infinite Sutra". And its function is to annihilate the entire Wuliang Sect, allowing the sect to disappear with everything on the land of Jiuzhou. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

However, I am afraid that Venerable Wuliang did not expect that his descendants would be so unbearable. No one before Huan Yin could cultivate the "WuLiang Sutra", and they continued to decline endlessly over the years, being bullied and having their lives taken away from them. Lots of stuff.

Fortunately, Venerable Wuliang had already made preparations and hid the Wuliang Sutra extremely secretly, so it has never been known to outsiders. Even if Yi Jianfeng captured the Wuliang Sect, there would not be much gain in the end.

Now, the Wuliang Sect is no longer there, so Huan Yin decided to activate the annihilation formation to make everything in the Wuliang Sect disappear and no longer be disturbed by anyone.

The sound of "rumbling" sounded, accompanied by the vibration of the entire five peaks of the Infinite Sect, and the subsequent trembling of the earth.

Such a change was too loud and unbelievable. Although the sect war in the distance had already begun, and some people were even fighting, they were shocked by the change coming from the Wuliang Sect. They stopped temporarily and looked at Towards the direction of Wuliang Gate.

In everyone's eyes, the five peaks of Wuliangmen shook together, and then started to sink.

"What happened to Wuliang Pavilion? How could this happen?" A monk looked at the sinking mountains with a surprised look on his face, a little horrified.

"Wuliang Pavilion is sinking, Wuliang Pavilion is actually sinking! Is it a sudden change in the world?"

"Where are the monks in Wuliang Pavilion, what are they doing?"

As the five peaks of Wuliang Sect became louder and louder, their sinking speed became faster and faster, and the shouts of the monks in the world became stronger and stronger.

Huan Yin was still standing in the air, looking at the top of the mountain at his feet getting further and further away from him, with a look of reluctance on his face.

"Goodbye, my master..." Huan Yin murmured softly, saying goodbye to everything under his feet.

Finally, after a short period of time, the entire five peaks of Wuliang Sect, under the strong pull of the formation created by Venerable Wuliang back then, completely sank below the ground and disappeared from Huan Yin's eyes.

Maybe in tens of millions of years, someone will find the lost Wuliang Sect again by chance, and maybe one day someone besides Huan Yin will learn the Tao of Wuliang Sect.

But now, I am afraid that no one can find the Wuliang Gate under the cover of the Wuliang Venerable's formation.