Return of the War God

"Xiaoqing!"

With a long howl, Ye Wuque's voice echoed throughout the Qionghua Water Mansion, but after a few breaths, the loud eagle's cry suddenly sounded, as if responding to Ye Wuque, and then the figure of the divine horse burning with flames came quickly!

"Huh? Xiaoqing has actually been promoted by a rank!"

What is Ye Wuque's cultivation level now? Naturally, his eyesight is not the same, and he noticed Xiaoqing's change at a glance!

The body that was originally hundreds of feet suddenly increased again, reaching a full five hundred feet, and the red flames burning all over the body were also several times thicker.

Obviously, in this Qionghua Water Mansion, Xiaoqing also got some kind of chance, otherwise she would never be promoted.

Hey!

Another cry of an eagle resounded through the sky, with excitement and joy, the huge body swooped down quickly, and landed beside Ye Wuque. The body of the cyan horse and the blazing flames had a great visual impact.

After Xiaoqing landed by Ye Wuque's side, the gigantic eagle's head hung down gently, rubbing against Ye Wuque, still looking pleasing and obedient, as if he hadn't become proud because of his promotion.

"Hahahaha! In this way, Xiaoqing, your speed will increase sharply again, so I will be more confident!"

Originally, Ye Wuque knew that if Xiaoqing's speed was at full speed, only monks in the middle stage of the Soul Realm would be able to catch up. This is why Elder Zigu gave Xiaoqing to Ye Wuque, just to make him safer.

However, both Luo Qianhe and Tang Liquan of the eight major sects are only monks in the early stage of the Fate Soul Realm, and they are still far from the peak of the early Fate Soul Realm, let alone the middle stage of the Fate Soul Realm. That's why Ye Wuque knew that as long as he successfully stepped on the iron lock stone bridge and crossed the ten-way long river, he would be a bird flying high in the sky.

Now that Xiaoqing's rank has broken through, his speed has increased sharply again, which naturally makes Ye Wuque more confident.

"Let's go Xiaoqing, we should leave."

Ye Wuque took out the monster-retaining card, first put Xiaoqing into the monster-retaining card, and then galloped towards the exit of Qionghua Water Mansion, the waterfall.

Where is the deepest part of the long river in ten directions, it is dark, there is no light, no life, this place is like a forbidden area for life.

Suddenly, roars erupted from this place that seemed to be eternally silent. The overflowing water suddenly became surging at this moment, and countless dark mud turned up, disturbing the calm and making this place chaotic.

The huge black door of Qionghua Water Mansion slowly opened, and in the next moment a tall and slender figure covered in light and white radiance slowly stepped out of it. He was wearing a black martial robe and bright eyes. It was Ye Wuque.

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In the iron-locked stone bridge above the long river in ten directions, a caravan named "Luoxing" is slowly stepping across the iron-locked stone bridge. The leader of the Luoxing caravan is also an old man in sackcloth whose cultivation base has reached the early stage of Tianchong Realm. There are more than 30 members under his command.

In terms of strength, the Falling Star Caravan is comparable to the Huoyun Caravan and the Chasing Sun Caravan.

But at this moment, the leader of the Falling Star Caravan, the old man in linen, had a serious expression on his face, his eyes were a little strange and a little cautious, because he suddenly discovered that there were many masters from the eight major sect families stationed in Shifang Changhe.

Even, he saw old acquaintances when he passed the second pass. The third master of the Fire Cloud Caravan and more than 30 people from the Fire Cloud Caravan were all stuck here, as if their freedom was restricted.

This made the old man in sackcloth feel even more strange, realizing that something must have happened on the ten-way river, otherwise there would never be so many strange phenomena.

But as a businessman who traveled all over his life, the old man in sackcloth knew that no matter how curious he was, he should never ask more questions about things that shouldn't be asked, otherwise he might be killed, and he didn't know how to die.

When passing the last pass of the stone bridge, although the old man in linen only glanced at it, his heart immediately felt like a stormy sea, realizing that what happened here might be ten times more serious than he imagined!

Because he actually saw all the leaders of the eight major sect families!

The head of the Qingshui Sword Sect, the Great Elder of the Lanming Sect, the Great Elder of the Ziyou Sect, the head of the Shui Family Shui Moyun, the head elder of the Wang Family, the head of the Tu Family, etc., all appeared here, releasing bursts of powerful cultivation fluctuations, which are extremely shocking.

This discovery immediately made the old man in sackcloth extinguish the last trace of curiosity in his heart, he just wanted to leave this place of right and wrong immediately, otherwise there would be a catastrophe!

The third master of the Huoyun caravan watched the people of the Luoxing caravan slowly step over the iron lock stone bridge and cross the river in ten directions, and there was a hint of helplessness in the depths of the tiger's eyes.

Since the end of the war five days ago and Ye Wuque fled into Shifang Changhe, in a very short period of time, except for Tang Liquan, the suzerain of Lan Mingzong, and the elder patriarch of the eight major sects who were killed by Ye Wuque, all the leaders of the other eight major sects gathered in Shifang Changhe!

What is the purpose?

Naturally, it was to wait for the rabbit, and wait until Ye Wuque, who was hiding under the long river in ten directions, reappeared, so that he could catch him in one fell swoop.

And their Huoyun caravan became a victim. According to what the Qingshui Sword Sect master said, they could only leave here unless Ye Wuque was captured by them and something happened here.

As for the reason, the head of the Qingshui Sword Sect didn't say it clearly, but how could the third master not understand?

Naturally, he wondered whether his Huoyun Caravan was also connected with the All-Heaven Sacred Way, or whether he had secretly joined the All-Heaven Sacred Way. After all, they appeared at the same time as the Chasing Sun Caravan, which had to be doubted.

The third master could only agree to this request with a smile, because he was powerless to resist, but although he was a little worried and helpless, he knew that as long as his caravan obeyed the request honestly, there would be no danger of his life.

Because the suzerain of the Fire Cloud Sect, that is, his third master's eldest brother, Huo Tianfeng, is also a monk at the early stage of the Soul Realm!

Luo Qianhe had good reasons for destroying the sun-chasing caravan, and together with Tang Liquan, the two monks at the early stages of the Soul Realm were not afraid of Lian Chengbi, the Patriarch of the Lian family.

But if Lian Huoyun caravan is destroyed together, then Huo Tianfeng will definitely kill him in a fit of rage and form an alliance with Lianchengbi. Even if the eight major sects secretly join the Qingming three sects, the five super sects are fighting bloody battles on the front line and cannot support them at all.

Thinking about it, as long as Luo Qianhe is not stupid, he will definitely not embarrass their Huoyun caravan.

"Hey, sister, it would be great if he could hide under the river in ten directions forever? In this case, although lonely, it's better than him... his death!"

At this moment, the two sisters of the Huo family who were each covered by their cloaks were snuggling closely together. Huo Zhilin's face was full of worry, and she opened her mouth softly, as if thinking of some horrible scene, she shook her head hastily.

"But, I know that he will always come out. With his character, even if he knows he must die, he will definitely not hide under the river in ten directions. He will definitely come back..."

When Huo Zhilin heard her sister's words, she also sighed, and a touch of sadness flashed across her beautiful and pretty face. Her water-like eyes passed through the iron-locked stone bridge, and stared at the ten-directional river flowing eastward, as if she could see the deepest place through the ten-directional long river of unknown depth.

Five days ago, Ye Wuque fought against the families of the eight major sects, and his fighting power was against the sky. He powerfully killed the elders of the Qingshui Sword Sect and the head of the Wang family, and even escaped in the presence of Luo Qianhe's fate and soul. That slender and tall back, that heroic demeanor, were carved into her heart like a knife.

The two sisters of the Huo family are immersed in their own small worlds, and they seem to have forgotten the passage of time.

One looked up at the sky with his chin propped on his hands, and the other stared at the river in all directions, extremely quiet.

However, at the next moment, Huo Zhilin's eyes suddenly froze, her pretty face changed drastically, and she stood up suddenly. Because of the excessive force, the cloak was lifted and fell to the ground!

Because at the end of Huo Zhilin's eyes, the water surface of the long river that had been calm in ten directions unexpectedly began to surge violently at this moment, as if something was about to break out of the river!

"It's him! He appeared!"

There was a hint of tremor in their voices, and the two sisters of the Huo family stared closely at the river in all directions!

Whoosh!

At the same time, several figures with powerful and fluctuating cultivation levels flashed across the entire iron-locked stone bridge, all of them were leaders of the eight major sects!

The head of the Qingshui Sword Sect, the Great Elder of the Lanming Sect, the Great Elder of the Ziyou Sect, Shui Moyun, the head of the Tu Family, and others all appeared here!

In the stone hall of the third level, Luo Qianhe, who closed his eyes, opened his eyes at this moment. There seemed to be needles flickering in the old and indifferent eyes, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Ants, can you finally take it no longer?"

On the iron-locked stone bridge, the great elder of the Lan Mingzong couldn't stop sneering at the moment, staring at his ever-increasingly surging river path: "Little bastard! You've finally come out! What's wrong? Can't you continue to be a turtle with a shrunken head after five days? This time, the elder wants to see how you continue to be arrogant!"

The elder of Lan Mingzong, who suffered from Ye Wuque's big loss in the main city of Huaye, naturally hated Ye Wuque to the core and wanted him to die.

The patriarch of the Qingshui Sword Sect stood with his hands behind his back, his sharp eyes flashed a gleam and he said: "Stay away, this boy is too powerful for you to deal with."

The rest of the elders immediately pushed away, letting the master of the Qingshui Sword Sect to attack, especially the elder of the Lan Mingzong sneered, thinking that as long as the master of the Qingshui Sword Sect made a move, Ye Wuque would not even have the strength to fight back.

Here, the master of the Qingshui Sword Sect stood alone, his sharp eyes staring at the surface of the ten-directional river that seemed to be boiling, and endless sharp aura began to surge around his body, and the terrifying fluctuations of the fusion of souls were looming!

"Little bastard! You are dead!"

The elders of the eight major sects' aristocratic families were just watching a show!

Boom!

In the next moment, the surface of the long river in ten directions suddenly exploded, and a figure jumped out of it, with golden energy shining all over his body, tall and slender, with fluttering black hair, it was Ye Wuque!

The bright eyes swept across the entire iron lock stone bridge from top to bottom, and immediately the cold voice resounded in all directions!

"Okay! The traitors are all here! It saves me to find them one by one, old dogs, die!"

As soon as these words came out, the elders of the eight major sects were taken aback for a moment, and then they all sneered, looking at Ye Wuque with a trace of pity and disdain.

"Ye Wuque, the game is over."

The voice of the suzerain of the Qingshui Sword Sect sounded, with a hint of indisputability, and he was about to capture Ye Wuque immediately!

"It is indeed over..."

Looking at the patriarch of the Qingshui Sword Sect, Ye Wuque's eyes flashed coldly, and then suddenly disappeared from the spot amidst everyone's astonished and unbelievable eyes!

"Send you the first one on the road..."

Puchi!

The moment Ye Wuque's voice sounded again, there was another inexplicable voice!

On the iron lock stone bridge, the sharp eyes of the master of the Qingshui Sword Sect flashed a trace of horror and despair at this moment, and saw a huge blood hole in his throat at some point, bleeding out!

And behind him, Ye Wuque stood tall, his right finger was shining, and killing intent was gushing in his eyes.

"Cough cough cough...you...you...you!"

The Master of the Qingshui Sword Sect clutched his throat, trembling all over, turned around desperately as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he could only utter a few words, and then the light in his eyes completely dimmed, and he fell on his back, dying!

The master of the Qingshui Sword Sect...dead!