Return of the War God

Sitting cross-legged on Xiaoqing's back, Ye Wuque comprehended to adapt to the soaring cultivation base at the moment, feeling the holy way of battle surging in his body like a flood, and even every pore seemed to become an active volcano, steaming with earth-shattering power!

"This feeling... is so powerful! If it's me now, I'm afraid I can blow up the previous me with a single punch!"

There was a hint of surprise between Ye Wuque's brows, and a touch of heat flashed across the bright eyes!

The fusion of the thousand-year-old spirit fibrous root and the thousand-year-old sky blue contained power beyond his imagination, and pushed his cultivation to such a level. What is even more incredible is that these two kinds of natural treasures are extremely rare, and each contains incomparably rich vitality. This is something that other natural treasures do not possess. Dao warfare is mighty, concise and majestic, and the realm is extremely stable.

As for why Ye Wuque didn't go to the frontline battlefield immediately, but returned to the Changhe River in the ten directions. One is that he does not take revenge on a gentleman. The frontline battlefield is extremely complicated, the front line is extremely long, and the duration of the war is extremely long.

Once Ye Wuque enters the front-line battlefield, he will have no time to worry about the eight major sect families in the ten directions. No matter whether he wins or loses in the end, these eight major sect families will inevitably move on the wind.

The second reason is that Ye Wuque didn't fly very far in the first place. He was only a few hundred miles away from the Ten Fang Changhe, and the flight time at Xiaoqing's speed was only half an hour.

Running a hundred miles to kill Tang Liquan and Luo Qianhe would not affect Ye Wuque's time to go to the front line at all.

Hey!

Seemingly feeling the strong killing intent overflowing from the master on his back, Xiaoqing uttered a cry, raised her wings again, and exploded in speed, flying across the sky like a group of blue-red flame stars, heading straight for the long river in ten directions!

Long rivers in ten directions, iron-locked stone bridges.

The Great Elder of the Lanming Sect, the Great Elder of the Wang Family, and the Great Elder of the Ziyou Sect are commanding the disciples of the eight major sects to repair the broken iron-locked stone bridge.

The disciples of each of the eight major sect families are silent at this moment, doing their own things, but there still seems to be a trace of shock in the eyes.

"This little bastard was able to escape from birth! I'm so pissed off!"

At this moment, the great elder of Lan Mingzong still had a gloomy old face, and there was a chill all over his body that no one should get close to.

"I can't believe it, even if I saw it with my own eyes, I really can't believe it! Sovereign and Sovereign Tang, they are both high-ranking and genuine masters of the Soul Realm! Ye Wuque can't keep him!"

With a sigh of emotion, the elder Ziyouzong sighed all over his face, and at the same time there was a touch of rejoicing, which was regarded as the luck of escape from death, and was not killed by Ye Wuque.

"In short, this little bastard has already escaped, and now he should be rushing to the frontline battlefield, and he will never have a chance to come back. He will definitely be destroyed along with the holy way of the heavens!"

The elder of the Wang family had the same cold voice as the elder of the Lan Mingzong, and he hated Ye Wuque very much, because Ye Wuque killed the head of the Wang family, making the entire Wang family leaderless and had to belong to Ziyouzong.

Where the three of them were standing at the moment, there was still a large amount of blood stains that had turned dark red on the ground. Whenever they saw the blood stains all over the ground, the faces of the three of them would twitch unnaturally.

Because the position under their feet is the place where the Qingshui Sword Sect master's corpse floated!

The blood all over the ground was left by the sect master of the Qingshui Sword Sect. Although the body had been disposed of, the blood stains could not be removed for a while, and undoubtedly turned into a blinding red.

For a moment, the three old fellows fell silent, their eyes flickered with resentment, resentment, and gratitude.

Fortunately, their gazes cast their eyes on the stone palace in the distance from time to time, where there are two vast fluctuations constantly surging like breathing. The existence of Tang Liquan and Luo Qianhe is undoubtedly the magic needle of the eight major sects.

In the distance, the members of the Huoyun caravan still did not leave, not because they didn't want to, but because they didn't want to encounter this bad luck. The third master looked at the appearance of the three elders at this moment, and knew that it was not the time yet.

And the two sisters of the Huo family are probably the only happy people in this place at the moment!

Ye Wuque's escape from birth undoubtedly made the two sisters completely relaxed and happy.

Inside the stone hall, although Luo Qianhe closed his eyes and was healing his wounds, his expression was very ugly. After a day and night of healing, he suddenly found that the wounds in his body seemed extremely difficult to deal with.

The killing light formed by ten rays of light scurry around in his body, accompanied by a strange force that looks like water, not water, like Lei Feilei, like a maggot attached to the bone, it is difficult to do anything about it, if it is to wash the mortal realm, even the master of the seven souls who embarked on the road of soul fusion would have died long ago.

Fortunately, he has the background of a master of life and soul, so he can barely suppress it. If he wants to get rid of it completely, it will take a lot of hard work, at least a month.

The purple energy around him surged and slowly dissipated. Luo Qianhe opened his eyes and saw the severed finger again. His old face twitched unnaturally and cursed: "Damn it!"

Not only was one of his ring fingers severed by Ye Wuque, but he also lost his storage ring. Although there were not many things in that storage ring, they were all his treasures!

They were all the cultivation resources promised to him by Qingming Shrine, and now they are all gone.

What made Luo Qianhe feel even more frightened was that he knew that Ye Wuque had erased the blood power on his storage ring, in other words, Ye Wuque might have obtained the contents of his storage ring.

Even if Luo Qianhe wanted to break his head, he couldn't figure it out. How did Ye Wuque do it in such a short period of time?

Ye Wuque didn't have any elders of the holy way of the heavens around him at all. Unless his cultivation base was far superior to Luo Qianhe's, he couldn't be forcibly erased at all.

However, at the next moment, just as Luo Qianhe kept cursing Ye Wuque in his heart, his face suddenly changed, and then a pair of eyes suddenly lifted up, as if looking at a certain direction above the void through the stone palace, his eyes were full of disbelief!

At the same time, Tang Liquan's voice from another direction also resounded in all directions with a trace of surprise!

"Ye Wuque! You are so courageous! How dare you come back and seek death!"

Rumble!

Suddenly two roars echoed above the Iron Lock Stone Bridge, and two rounds of thousands of feet of soul yang rushed out of the stone hall, and at the end of the exit of the Iron Lock Stone Bridge, a long and slender line came slowly and stepped into the Iron Lock Stone Bridge.

"This... How is this possible! My eyes are not blurry, are I?"

"How dare he come back? Isn't he afraid of death?"

The Great Elder of Lan Mingzong had a ghostly expression on his face at the moment, and even when Ye Wuque's gaze caught him, he was so frightened that he stepped back and became pale.

The rest of the elders also looked like they had eaten shit!

They couldn't figure out why Ye Wuque came back again!

Before, he did everything he could to escape!

how so?

hum!

The figures of Tang Liquan and Luo Qianhe appeared together, and landed one after the other, surrounding Ye Wuque on the iron lock stone bridge.

"Little bastard! How dare you come back? Good, good! This time, this sect must tear off every single finger of yours to avenge this sect's severed fingers!"

Luo Qianhe's eyes turned red instantly, and his voice became a little sharp.

Tang Liquan narrowed his eyes slightly, but he was checking the surroundings. He felt that Ye Wuque's return this time was extremely strange, and it was against common sense at all. Could it be that the elders of the holy ways of the heavens really appeared?

"Don't look, there is no one else, only me, the reason why the young master will come back, there is only one purpose..."

Ye Wuque stood tall, seemingly not paying any attention to Tang Liquan and Luo Qianhe who surrounded him one after the other. He talked eloquently, with a calm posture and a majestic appearance.

Tang Liquan put his hands behind his back, narrowed his eyes slightly, and stared at Ye Wuque after listening to Ye Wuque's words, as if waiting for the next sentence.

"Just to send you two old dogs on the road!"

The icy voice reverberated and resounded throughout the river in all directions, making everyone's faces change wildly!

"Hahahahaha! Little bastard! Send us on our way? Kneel down for this sect!"

Ye Wuque's words made Luo Qianhe laugh back in anger, and the purple soul sun jumped behind him, and directly slashed at Ye Wuque!

The giant purple palm was born out of nowhere, and the moment the monks in the early stages of the life and soul realm made a move, it was as if the sky fell apart!

In the distance, the elders of the eight major sects all retreated immediately this time, especially the elders of the Lanmingzong and the elders of the Wang family. At this moment, while retreating madly, they looked at Ye Wuque with a grinning grin, as if they were looking at an idiot.

"You're really looking for death! Hmph! Let's see how you escape this time!"

The moment Luo Qianhe started, Tang Liquan also stretched out his hand, imprisoning the power of space with a radius of ten thousand zhang, preventing Ye Wuque from using the space-related unique skills!

Everything seems to be a foregone conclusion, and Ye Wuque's behavior is completely courting death.

However, at this moment, Diji Tiangong reappeared on Ye Wuque's hands, and then the void skyrocketed, bursting out with unparalleled fluctuations!

This time, Diji Tiangong soared to a size of ten thousand feet, and an irresistible force exploded from it, directly smashing at Luo Qianhe!

Boom!

A huge roar resounded, and Luo Qianhe's figure flew upside down, bleeding from the corner of his mouth, his old face was full of shock and anger, and even a little dazed!

He stared at the ten thousand zhang-sized Diji Tiangong, unable to imagine why the power of this top-grade spiritual weapon would increase by more than ten times compared to what it was before in one day and one night!

"This is impossible!"

Luo Qianhe roared, completely unbelievable!

His majestic master at the early stage of the Soul Realm was blown away by a top-grade spiritual weapon in the Mortal Cleansing Realm!

The world fell into dead silence in an instant!

Only Tang Liquan spoke slowly with an extremely gloomy face, and there was a trace of shock and anger in his tone: "Your cultivation base...you have actually broken through to Tianchong Dzogchen!"

As soon as these words came out, Ye Wuque let out a long roar, and the fighting spirit of the Holy Dao exploded like a golden waterfall in his body, and the terrifying fluctuations overflowed, and he had reached the point of heavenly perfection!

The black hair danced wildly, and Ye Wuque's eyes were full of murderous intent!

"Two old dogs, die!"