Martial Revolt of the Nine Heavens

After being trampled by Mo Que, ravaged by thunder, and destroyed by Dao Item, the huge Dao Palace at this moment has turned into ruins.

"Xianwu fellow practitioner, who is also in the kendo way, there are people like you in the world, three fellow practitioners!"

The old man from Dao Palace, who was destroyed by Mo Que to Dao Item and shot down from the air, no longer has the spirit of immortal style, his qi is weak, and his injuries are not light.

"Unfortunately, Martial Dao is doomed to perish. Even if you open the Martial Hall and destroy my Dao Palace, you will not be able to continue this disconnection!"

Although this old man was defeated by Mo Que, he did not show decadence, but instead had a bit of sarcasm on his face.

"Shh!"

Mo Que's sword penetrated the old man's body.

The white-haired old man had a mocking smile on his face, as if he had seen the inevitable future of Martial Dao. Although he was cut off by Mo Que's sword, his gaze was as if he had defeated Mo Que.

"boom!"

Without anyone blocking the way, Mo Que took a step forward, moving sideways, appearing a hundred meters away in an instant.

"Dao Palace is dead? It's in my hands!" Qin Wudao, the master of Dao Palace, muttered to himself while looking at the ruined Dao Palace.

Beside him, a group of Dao Palace powerhouses, all with pale faces, lost their souls.

Qingzhou used to be the most powerful and ancient Dao Palace, but today, Mo Que has stepped down by himself!

"Shh!"

Mo Que stretched out his hand and lifted Qin Wudao with one hand, then Lianxingbu moved again, his body moved laterally, and returned to Xuanyuan Mingkong.

"Yao Lao!" Looking at Yao Lao behind Xuanyuan Mingkong, his eyes suddenly turned red, and he coldly shouted to Qin Wudao, "Kneel down for me!"

Without waiting for Qin Wudao to refuse, he slapped Qin Wudao on the shoulder.

Qin Wudao, who was already very weak, how could he withstand the power of his martial arts, only to feel that Mo Que's palm was as heavy as a mountain, and he slapped him to his knees.

"Crack!"

When his knees touched the ground, the ground under Qin Wudao's knees shattered, his knees shattered directly, and cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Mo Que, you ruined my Dao Palace, and you still humiliate me like this, don't deceive people too much!" Qin Wudao roared, feeling extremely unwilling in his heart.

"Shut up!" Mo Que threw a slap in his rage.

With his tyrannical power, he shattered Qin Wudao's teeth and said angrily, "In the past, Dao Palace took you as the leader and destroyed my Martial Hall. Now, I just give back what Dao Palace did in the past!"

Qin Wudao's face was full of blood, and half of his teeth were broken by Mo Que. Even though he was furious, he couldn't even speak!

"Old Yao!" Mo Que walked towards Xuanyuan Mingkong, his voice trembling.

Behind Xuanyuan Mingkong, Yao Lao's breathing was already very weak, almost inaudible.

He was extremely weak, his eyes were tightly closed, there was no trace of blood on his face, he was lying on Xuanyuan Mingkong's back, motionless.

"Elder Yao, I have already avenged the revenge of the Wudian Temple for destroying the temple, and I stepped down on the Dao Palace, have you seen it?" Even though Mo Que's heart was as strong as iron, tears welled up in his eyes at this moment.

His voice was trembling and he shouted loudly: "Old Yao, open your eyes and take a look, Dao Palace has been levelled by me, and the revenge of Wudian was avenged!"

"Isn't this what you have always wanted? Now I have done it, and you haven't seen it with your own eyes!"

"Open your eyes and take a look!"

This place, only the cry of Mo Que, echoed in the wind. However, no matter how he shouted, Yao Lao, who was lying in Xuanyuan Mingkong, remained motionless. It seemed that he would never hear his words, let alone give him any response!

"Ah—" Tears rolled down Mo Que's eyes, and he howled furiously in the sky, his voice pierced through the clouds of Nine Heavens and echoed over the entire Qingzhou.

He risked his life, just to let Yao Lao see the revenge of the Martial Palace and the destruction of Dao Palace before closing his eyes.

But now, he has done it, but Yao Lao has closed his eyes, and he has not yet had time to see this scene!

"No, I can't let you die with regret. You haven't seen Dao Palace destroyed, how can you die?"

Suddenly, Mo Que, like crazy, stepped forward a few steps, cut his own wrist, and poured his own martial blood into Yao Lao's mouth desperately.

"Alas!" The mysterious voice came from his mind, and he sighed: "Even if you use up all your martial blood, it's all in vain, so why bother?"

Mo Que didn't listen at all, even though he knew that all this might be in vain, he was desperate and poured his own blood into Yao Lao's mouth.

In less than a moment, the blood on Mo Que's face was gone.

He bleeds too much. Although Practitioner is physically strong, every drop of blood contains powerful vitality, and the loss of too much is equally fatal to Practitioner.

"Mo Que, that's enough!" Xuanyuan Mingkong saw that Mo Que's footsteps had begun to falter, and couldn't help saying: "Although Yao Lao couldn't see the Dao Palace destroyed, but knowing that you have this heart is enough to end with a smile. Stop, it's not just Yao Lao who will die!"

"No, I haven't fulfilled Yao Lao's wish, and I haven't let Yao Lao see the destruction of Dao Palace!"

At this moment, Mo Que seemed to hear nothing, his eyes were red, and he continued to feed Yao Lao with his own blood.

However, even though he had consumed most of his blood, Yao Lao still closed his eyes tightly and showed no sign of waking up.

"thump!"

Finally, Mo Que bled so much that he couldn't bear it any longer, his eyes went black, and he fell to the ground.

After a while, he regained consciousness and opened his eyes.

"If it wasn't for your ability to realize the immortality of the Phoenix clan, it gave you a little bit of life, and I'm afraid you'd be dead at this moment!" said the mysterious voice in his mind coldly.

Mo Que didn't seem to hear it, got up from the ground and looked at Yao Lao's eyes that were still closed, as if his heart was pierced by Wan Jian, he just felt extremely uncomfortable.

"Mo Que, you've done enough for Yao Lao!" Xuanyuan Mingkong advised: "I believe Yao Lao sees you like this, it doesn't matter whether Dao Palace is destroyed or not!"

Mo Que didn't speak, just clenched his fists and stood motionless.

For him, Yao Lao passed him down as Martial Dao, and he sacrificed his life several times to protect him and recreate him with kindness.

He wanted to fulfill his last wish before Yao Lao died and let Yao Lao go away without regrets, but when he did, Yao Lao could never be seen.

"Cough cough!"

Suddenly, two weak coughs sounded like thunder in Mo Que's ears.

He was shocked all over, and then looked at Yao Lao, tears in his eyes again.

"Qu'er..." Yao Lao's eyes, which were always closed, finally slowly opened again.

He regained a sense of sobriety, looked around, and asked blankly, "Where is this?"

"Yao Lao!" Mo Que stepped forward excitedly and said quickly: "This is Dao Palace, Yao Lao, I have avenged the revenge of the Wudian Temple for destroying the temple, have you seen it?"

"Dao Palace?" Yao Lao's eyes gradually became clearer, and he seemed to slowly remember what happened before.

He looked at the ruins and the Mo Que in front of him, only to feel that all this was like a dream, and he couldn't help being dazed.