Longevity: After Six Thousand Years, The Diary Was Exposed

Inside the Blood Spirit Sect.

The sound of wailing continued, making one feel as if they were in hell.

Above the sky.

Powerful figures kept arriving, surrounding this entire world, making it impossible to escape.

Yan Shan and others walked out of the mountain gate, looking up.

Their hearts sank.

The Xuan Niao Guards of the Li Yue Immortal Dynasty, Liu Piaopiao of the Jade Pool Holy Land, the eight elders of the Holy Land of Absolute Beginning, and the little Sword Saint of the Pei Family.

When these forces joined together, dealing with their small Blood Spirit Sect would be a piece of cake.

There was no room for resistance.

The highest cultivation level in the Blood Spirit Sect at the moment was Yan Shan, the Sect Master, and another Elder, both at the early stage of the Body Integration realm.

But among the people who came today, Zhao Shanhe and others were all at the Mahayana realm!

How could they fight back?

In addition to these top forces, other sects in Qingzhou were also arriving one after another.

Yan Shan's face turned pale, constantly changing, and he let out a breath, saying, "Heaven wants to destroy me, heaven wants to destroy me!"

At this moment, everything turned into nothingness.

The Blood Spirit Sect was completely destroyed, let alone killing Yan Changkong.

Seeing this scene, the elders of the Blood Spirit Sect had different opinions, their gazes towards Yan Shan changed.

In their hearts, they cursed. If it weren't for Yan Shan, the Blood Spirit Sect wouldn't have suffered such a calamity.

Yan Shan took a deep breath, and a fierce light surged in his eyes. "Form the formation! Let's fight them!"

He looked around with a murderous gaze, seeing the expressions of the elders, and said, "Elders, do you really think that these people will spare you at this point?"

"If you want to wait for death, then continue to watch!"

"If you want to fight for a chance to survive, then join me!"

Yan Shan's words were like a heavy hammer, striking the hearts of the people.

Making them suddenly realize.

Yes!

No matter what, if the Blood Spirit Sect doesn't unite now, there is only one dead end.

By fighting together, perhaps there is still a chance to survive.

After all, Yan Shan was their primary target. In the chaos of battle, it would be easier to escape.

Boom!

Inside the Blood Spirit Sect, bursts of aura erupted without reservation.

The spiritual energy surged, and the earth shook.

Between the mountains, rays of light from formations lit up. These rays of light connected, forming the Blood Spirit Sect's protective formation.

In the end, the protective formation turned into a prohibition resembling a turtle shell, sealing the Blood Spirit Sect inside.

Cultivators below the Body Integration realm who dared to forcefully break in would be greatly suppressed.

Above the sky.

Zhao Shanhe stood on the Xuan Niao, his eyes filled with coldness as he coldly snorted, "Stubborn and unyielding, die!"

Swish!

As his voice fell, he waved his hand, and the long knife in his hand swung down, instantly gathering a blade aura that spanned thousands of zhang.

An incredibly sharp blade intent erupted, slashing down like the heavens and earth were tearing apart.

Wherever it passed, the space collapsed and shattered like a mirror, turning into elements such as earth, water, wind, and fire, constantly exploding.

Boom!

Crackling!

The blade aura struck the protective formation, only pausing for a moment before a continuous sound of explosions rang out.

Crack--

The protective formation shattered with a loud bang, and inside the Blood Spirit Sect, countless disciples suffered backlash, retreating and spitting out blood.

Plop--

One disciple after another fell to the ground, their lives extinguished.

Yan Shan and the elders also staggered back dozens of steps, their faces pale.

When they looked up at the sky again, despair filled their faces!

Is this the terror of the Mahayana realm?

Just one strike!

And their protective formation was broken.

Zhao Shanhe's gaze swept over, accurately landing on Yan Shan, and he said in a deep voice, "By the order of His Majesty, you will be tortured to death, your flesh burned by true fire, and you will cry in pain until you die!"

Yan Shan angrily said, "Which Majesty? What grudge does Yan have with them?"

Zhao Shanhe replied indifferently, "Our Majesty wants to kill you. Do we need a grudge?"

Swish!

The next moment, Zhao Shanhe's figure flashed and disappeared from the Xuan Niao. His palm reached out and grabbed Yan Shan.

"You can't escape!"

The Xuan Niao Guards also took action, each displaying their Divine Abilities, falling like raindrops.

The mysterious bird spews out true fire, turning the Blood Spirit Sect into a sea of fire.

These mysterious birds contain a trace of the ancient demon phoenix's bloodline, and the flames they spew out are not ordinary.

They are even more terrifying than the true fire of cultivators.

They can incinerate the physical bodies, Primordial Spirits, and mana of cultivators, leaving no trace behind.

At the same time, the people from the Jade Pool Holy Land and other forces, seeing that the battle between the two sides has begun, are unwilling to fall behind and join the battlefield.

They are afraid that if they are late, they will all be killed by the mysterious bird guards.

This is an unequal battle from the beginning, and the Blood Spirit Sect has been completely at a disadvantage.

They can't even resist, let alone fight back.

One life after another is harvested, and the bodies cover the ground, with blood flowing like rivers.

This is a cruel manifestation of the cultivation world.

For a sect, one moment they may be fine, but the next moment they may be wiped out.

The torment inflicted by the mysterious bird guards on cultivators is professional.

When Yan Shan fell into the hands of Zhao Shanhe, he also suffered a lot before being killed.

Several hours later...

This great battle gradually comes to an end. Under the one-sided slaughter, there are no survivors from the Blood Spirit Sect.

Perhaps only those disciples who went out for training have escaped this disaster.

But the Blood Spirit Sect is definitely destroyed.

The sect that once dominated the southern region of Qingzhou for tens of thousands of years has now perished.

However...

What happens next makes everyone present wish they could kill Yan Shan and the others again!

Each and every one of them is filled with hatred.

While counting the battlefield, someone discovered countless children's skeletons in a cellar of the Blood Spirit Sect.

There were even some mortal children and underage teenagers imprisoned inside, who hadn't been killed yet.

These surviving mortals were sent out of the Blood Spirit Sect.

"Damn it!"

"This cellar is a secret alchemy room. The Blood Spirit Sect actually used these mortals to refine some kind of pill!"

"No wonder there have been frequent disappearances of children and young girls within a thousand miles of this area."

"These piles of bones, how many people have been killed?"

"Even if we kill everyone in the Blood Spirit Sect, it would still be difficult to repay the debt of these deceased!"

Most cultivators are indifferent to life.

Incidents of killing for treasures in the cultivation world happen from time to time.

But most cultivators pay attention to cause and effect, and they won't harm mortals without any grudges.

Among those present, there are also ruthless and decisive individuals, but seeing this scene, it is hard to avoid feeling indignant!

The actions of the Blood Spirit Sect can only be described as heinous.

Originally, some people couldn't bear to kill so many ordinary disciples of the Blood Spirit Sect.

But now they feel that they haven't killed enough.

If this kind of sect is not completely destroyed, it will be a disaster for the world!

Yan Changkong is also furious. In the end, he vents his anger on those precious treasures...

He orders the elder Chen Xiu, "Instruct the disciples of our sect to take away all the resources of the Blood Spirit Sect!"

"Yes, even the palaces that cannot be taken away should be sawed off and transported in batches!"

Chen Xiu is surprised and says, "Won't this make us appear too greedy?"

Yan Changkong's face turns cold.

"Otherwise, would it be a waste to leave them behind? Don't you understand the saying 'pluck the feathers from a goose while it's alive'? Now is the time for the sect to develop rapidly. We must make use of all resources!"

"Bring back those more attractive mountain peaks too!"

Chen Xiu: "..."

Although he thinks that the sect master's actions are a bit stingy, overall, it is for the good of the sect!

Chen Xiu doesn't hesitate for a moment and immediately turns around to instruct the disciples.

Cleaning up the battlefield and counting the spoils is not only the responsibility of their Xuanqing Sect.

There are also many other sects and independent cultivators.

Of course, top forces like the Linyue Immortal Dynasty and the Jade Pool Holy Land disdain to stay and loot.

They leave after resolving the battle.

They go back to read their diaries.

This time, there are still two entries in the diary that haven't been read.

However, after this incident, many sect masters are somewhat afraid.

They think, "Has our sect ever offended an immortal Great Emperor?"

But they must not have any enemies with immortal Great Emperors.

Otherwise, if this diary is mentioned casually...

It will be as shocking as the fate of the Blood Spirit Sect today.