A golden star rises slowly, surrounding a belt-like river of blood.

That was Beidu in its most glorious period, and the core secret technique of every Xuanling Tribe Spiritual Emperor was to transform the projection of Beidu and draw out the power of Tao contained in the ancestral blood.

Without any warning, and without giving Juan Yang any time to prepare, the golden stars surrounding the Blood River suddenly descended down upon their appearance, crushing every inch of space around Juan Yang with unrivaled dominance.

"Crunch, crunch -"

You can clearly hear the sound of his bones being overwhelmed, but facing Yu Qingxuan's strongest weapon, Juan Yang's energy has been firmly locked, and he cannot dodge or escape, and he will fight to the death.

This is no longer the semi-materialized Tao just now, but the Tao understood by the first ancestor of Xuan Ling back then. Although it is only a flash in the pan, it is enough to put the strong people who leave the Tao in danger!

A trace of bright red blood snaked down from the corner of Juan Yang's lips, and his face was gloomy and uncertain. Seeing that all his struggles seemed insignificant under the suppression of this golden star, he instead laughed hoarsely and said: "There is something

, not that easy to get..."

Yu Qingxuan couldn't help but his heart skipped a beat. Before he could react, a ball of light had already emerged from his space ring.

It was a small brocade box, and inside it was the Xuanling clan’s spiritual seal!

With a "swish" sound, some strange aura seemed to escape from the Lingxi, and rushed directly towards Yu Qingxuan who was very close at hand!

This shocking change happened too suddenly. Yu Ling had just cleaned up those dead dead things in the netherworld, and when he turned around, he saw this scene. He didn't even have time to use the transformation technique.

"Hahaha……"

Juan Yang laughed for a long time, and the golden stars that suppressed him dimmed in an instant. Without any movement from him, the stars and the river of blood collapsed together.

But Yu Qingxuan remained motionless on the spot, and Yu Ling didn't have time to think about anything. She raised her hand and planned to draw the circle of the Tianxuan no matter the cost.

But just when he started the big cycle and Juan Yang rushed out a few meters, Yu Qingxuan opened his eyes without warning.

The spiritual seal floating in front of him melted into a golden river at some point, and merged into the depths of his blood, bringing with it a... terrifying power that reigned over all the heavens and the world!

"The Lingxi is fake, but there are always some things... that are true."

A sarcastic sneer appeared on Yu Qingxuan's face, and he stretched out his hand to press down, causing the entire space to collapse.

At this moment, Juan Yang seemed to be the enemy of the entire world. The surrounding space was squeezing endlessly, causing blood mist to burst out from his body in an instant.

"As expected of the Xuanling Clan...this can leave some backup..." Juan Yang said through gritted teeth, his whole person had become a bloody mess.

However, the blood mist that escaped from his body suddenly transformed into a bloody man who looked exactly like him, even his facial features were lifelike.

"burst!"

Juan Yang shouted, and the bloody man launched a suicidal attack on Yu Qingxuan. Juan Yang also tried his best to mobilize his spiritual power and disrupted the laws of this world.

As a result, the ladder to the sky disappeared, and the fragments floating in the void disappeared. Even the altar under the feet collapsed in half, and a lot of corpses fell into the endless darkness.

Yu Qingxuan did not hesitate to slash out with his sword. Although the bloody man tried his best to avoid it, he was still hit directly.

It was like a balloon that was popped, turning into smoke with a pop, but Yu Qingxuan always felt that something was wrong for some reason.

Until the next second, the scattered light smoke suddenly condensed into a bloody man again. Although he was smaller than before, his speed was even sharper and faster.

It's just that it has opened a few hundred meters away from Yu Qingxuan, and its target is Yu Ling!

To be precise, it was the spiritual key in his hand.

This was the speed of leaving the Dao realm. Yu Ling felt his eyes blurred as his spirit key had changed hands. He only had time to block it with his sword before he was punched into the remaining half of the altar by the bloody man.

"Unfortunately, there is a big deviation from the original plan, and only 30% of the power of the trap can be revealed..." Juan Yang sighed with regret, looking at the spiritual key in the bloody man's hand with bright eyes.

Yu Qingxuan's heart sank, and he immediately glanced at the deep pit below. Seeing that Yu Ling didn't come out for a long time, his heart couldn't help but become more and more anxious.

He didn't know how powerful the trap carefully prepared by the Dao Ling Clan was, but it was definitely enough to kill a strong man in the early stage of chaos. Even if it only had 30% of its power, it would still pose a fatal threat to him.

Yu Qingxuan didn't have to worry about whether to kill the bloody man first or Juan Yang first.

As long as Juan Yang dies, all crises will come to an end!

Therefore, Yu Qingxuan simply abandoned the bloody man who held the key to the spirit, and rushed towards Juan Yang with his sword and his body like a meteor chasing the moon.

"It's too late..."

Juan Yang sneered, and he was about to avoid Yu Qingxuan, who was in full swing, but his expression suddenly froze.

With just a "boom" sound, like the loudest firecracker during the New Year, the psychic key exploded into thousands of pieces.

The golden light bloomed like fireworks, swallowing up the bloody people. The entire void just started to tremble and shake, but now it slowly fell silent again.

Without the crucial lead, the trap becomes ineffective.

"How could..." Juan Yang spat out a mouthful of blood, his face full of astonishment.

Suddenly he understood, and he suddenly lowered his head and looked at the altar below.

Yu Ling had just been pulled out of the pit by Bei Ran. Her face was paler than Juan Yang's, her aura was still chaotic, and she was so weak that she seemed to fall down if a gust of wind blew.

But his voice was still calm and without any ripples: "You are not the only one who likes to do things."

As early as when the spiritual key came out of the spiritual ring, Yu Ling knew clearly that what was not his was not his after all, and he could not put any trust in it.

So when the battle between Juan Yang and Yu Qingxuan reached a fever pitch, Yu Ling began to slowly erase the connection between the psychic key and himself, but completely unbinding it would cause serious damage to him, so in the final step

At that moment, Yu Ling stopped temporarily, and after doing some hidden tricks, she waited silently for the final opportunity.

This was the time when Juan Yang tried to set off the trap.

"Ha, I forgot, you little guy is cruel to others, and you are also cruel to yourself..."

Juan Yang coughed up some blood foam, and all directions around him were shrouded in the light of Yu Qingxuan's sword, making him unable to escape.

At the last moment, the expression on Juan Yang's face could not be clearly seen, and he could only be seen standing motionless on the spot as if he had given up his struggle.

There was a soft "bang" sound.

Juan Yang's body seemed to be made of countless piles of gravel, weathered and collapsed in the miserable light of the sword, and in the end not even a drop of blood was left.

"Is he just... dead?" Beiran supported Yu Ling and looked up in confusion, feeling a little unbelievable.

"It's hard to say." A hint of gloom flashed in Yu Ling's eyes.

If Juan Yang returns to Lone Star alive and reports that Yu Qingxuan is a member of the Xuanling tribe, the consequences will be disastrous.

But in this trap, death is very easy. Even if Juan Yang has a clone outside, the information will be deleted at the same time.

Besides, after fighting for so long, he was already at the end of his strength. Maybe... he was really dead.

"call--"

The wind suddenly picked up, and Yu Qingxuan fell gently from the air, his clothes fluttering.

"I can't sense his aura anymore." Yu Qingxuan frowned and looked around. It was obvious that even he himself couldn't believe that a strong man who left the Tao had fallen like this.

"I can't sense it either." Yu Ling borrowed some soul power from Yinshen and scanned every corner carefully, but found nothing.

Yu Qingxuan was silent for a while, shook his head and said: "Forget it, let's clean up the mess first."

He gently pressed Yu Ling's veins and slowly sent a stream of pure profound energy through her, like a gentle and gentle breeze, as warm as spring.

"I'm fine." Yu Ling said aloud as her circulation began to move slowly.

Yu Qingxuan, however, seemed not to have heard anything and continued to transmit the mysterious force in threads. It was not until some color returned to Yu Ling's face that he took back his hand and turned to wink at Elder Luan.

The latter immediately understood, glanced at everyone coldly, and stepped forward to ask for orders: "Sect Master, a lot of secrets were revealed today. Xuefeng's fellow Taoists may still be trustworthy, but other people... can only control them if they are dead.

Mouth!"

Everyone's expressions suddenly changed. The elder of the Zhu family glanced at Yu Qingxuan with fear. The latter had experienced such a peak battle, but he still looked calm and indifferent, and could not see much loss at all. This made him a little panicked.

Qiang calmed himself down and said: "Master of the North Gate, you can't kill everyone with one stroke. We are all completely confused. Even if you don't want to believe us, we can still swear the most vicious blood oath.

Don’t reveal any secrets…”

Although when he said the last sentence, he already felt a surge of shame, but face is not as important as life. Before, they frantically surrounded and chased Yu Ling, and Yu Qingxuan hadn't settled the account yet, and the result happened in the blink of an eye.

I heard many incredible secrets. If I don't express my opinion quickly, I'm afraid this head won't belong to me.

"Master of the North Sect, there are not many people alive now. If we all die, and the Phantom Clan's army moves south in the future, it will be difficult for you to resist it, right?" The Meng family elders also quickly agreed.

"Master of the North Gate..." Yang Yuanlao hesitated to speak.
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