From the Valkyrie to the Endless

The guardian spirit formation in this secret realm is the Yang family's last means of survival.

When facing the disaster of annihilation of the clan, the descendants of Yang family can still rely on this spiritual formation to buy time to step into the teleportation spiritual formation and thus fight for a chance of survival.

Now that the spiritual energy of the world is depleted, the spiritual formation cannot be maintained for too long, but Yang Zongxian does not want to step into the teleportation formation at this moment. He wants to delay for a while.

His current condition is not at his peak. If he steps into the teleportation array and heads out into the sky, there will be unpredictable dangers.

Moreover, the secret technique of burning the origin that Sikong Yuan is using now consumes his own life essence. Even if Sikong Yuan is very strong, he can't hold on for long. With his current mental state, it is only a matter of time before he is exhausted to death.

Seeing that Sikong Yuan is now mentally ill and cannot distinguish between friend and foe, he has killed two old ghosts in the Gangsha realm one after another. Today may be a turning point in his favor.

If all the strong men in the Gangsha realm in the world died, those overseas secret realms and many resources would all belong to him...

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Shen Qing hurried over fifty miles outside the imperial capital. Even though they were far apart, she could clearly feel the alarming fluctuations coming from deep within the imperial palace.

For cultivators in the Gangsha Realm, every move affects the positive magnetic and negative evil energy between heaven and earth. Compared with the Ningyuan Realm, their combat power has undergone a fundamental qualitative change and can easily turn the world upside down. They are truly a national treasure.

Fu Chan's face turned pale, and the shaking of the ground beneath her feet made her legs and feet unconsciously become weak. In the face of the might of heaven, the existence of ordinary people was too insignificant.

"Sister, wait here for me. I'll go investigate the situation."

Shen Qing stopped here, placed Fu Chan in a hidden cave, built a fire, covered the cave entrance with huge rocks, and then rushed to the imperial capital alone.

Going forward is too dangerous and it is easy to be affected by the battle. Fu Chan is powerless, so it is more appropriate for her to wait here.

As the distance to the imperial capital shortened, Shen Qing could see countless civilians fleeing. Among the crowd, he could also see many figures in official robes and armored soldiers, all fleeing desperately.

On the road of escape, there is no distinction between high and low. If you are a step slower, you will be beheaded.

Just twenty miles into the imperial city, Shen Qing saw two figures rising into the sky, and then they were cut down by swords, and blood was spilled.

After two breaths, the escape light lit up again, and it fled desperately towards the East China Sea, but its speed dropped significantly compared to before.

After taking a look at the ruined imperial capital and hesitating for a moment, Shen Qing picked a beam of light and followed closely.

The environment is unclear now. Seeing these two beams of light fleeing desperately, it is obvious that some accidents have happened during the siege of Yang Zongxian. It is not a wise move to rush into the center of the battlefield. It is better to observe the situation first and then make a decision.

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In the mountains and forests more than 200 miles away from the imperial capital.

A beam of light fell from the sky, revealing an old figure with blood-stained hair and beard, and the horrifying sword marks on his back were shocking.

Wen Tianfeng looked behind him vigilantly, and when he didn't see Sikong Yuan, he breathed a sigh of relief, but his heart still inevitably trembled.

He hadn't experienced this feeling of his life hanging by a thread for hundreds of years, and even at this moment, his hands and feet were still a little weak.

The whole plan was foolproof, but the only mistake was their estimation of Sikong Yuan's strength.

In their original estimation, after swallowing the Soul Burial Pill and with the power of the human-demon's own bloodline, Sikong Yuan would at most be able to step into the middle stage of the Gangsha Realm. To be more exaggerated, he would be able to reach the late stage of the Gangsha Realm.

Among these four old ghosts, the weakest is in the late Gangsha stage. He and Qin Geng have already reached the peak of Gangsha, so they are more than capable of dealing with Sikong Yuan.

But now, they couldn't even last two rounds in front of Sikong Yuan. The gap was so big that it was unimaginable.

After being possessed by the devil, Sikong Yuan is almost a completely different person compared to before. His attainments in swordsmanship are almost at the level of Tao.

After regulating his breath for a while, Wen Tianfeng stood up. Just as he was about to continue fleeing, he heard a soft rustling sound, like a wild beast running in the woods. In the silent mountains, it made people feel creepy.

Hua Hua——

A figure rushed out from the jungle and entered Wen Tianfeng's sight.

"Very good……"

The woman who emerged from the jungle was covered in fallen leaves and looked a little embarrassed. She raised her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead, with an obvious look of relief on her delicate face:

"I thought I lost him..."

"Shen Qing?"

When he saw who was coming, Wen Tianfeng's eyes brightened and he breathed a sigh of relief. He was now seriously injured and could not withstand the wind and waves. He urgently needed to recuperate and could not fight with others.

In this secular world where the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is almost exhausted, it is extremely difficult for him to breathe at this moment. His dry meridians feel like they are being cut by a knife. It is a good thing to meet someone he knows. At least he doesn't have to start a war anymore.

But then, he vaguely sensed something was wrong:

"You... have been following me all the way?"

"Senior Wen."

Shen Qing greeted him indifferently, and after noticing Wen Tianfeng's agitated aura, his eyes gradually turned cold. He reached out and took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, tilted his head back and poured the remaining half bottle of blood into his mouth.

hum-

The sundial made a humming sound and began to reverse, drawing a trace of power from the ancient Demon Slayer through the essence and blood.

The energy of the remaining half of the essence and blood seemed to have increased a lot. The energy transmitted through the sundial increased several times more than when it was taken before. It seemed that for some reason, the connection with the Demon-Slaying Lord became closer.

Looking at Shen Qing's actions and the murderous intent in her eyes, Wen Tianfeng's heartbeat suddenly accelerated and he had a bad premonition.

"I will give you a ride, senior, please go on your journey with peace of mind."

There is no grudge between Shen Qing and Wen Tianfeng, but Sikong Yuan was kind to her, and Wen Tianfeng was somewhat responsible for his death.

Now that Wen Tianfeng is seriously injured, it can be said that this is a godsend opportunity. Shen Qing will not miss this rare opportunity. If she misses this opportunity today, the price she will have to pay in the future will undoubtedly be heavier.

Furthermore, Shen Qing now also wanted to know how much energy could be replenished for the sundial by killing a cultivator in the Gangsha realm with her own hands, and how many years it would be enough for her to deduce the martial arts!

Before he finished speaking, a silver sword suddenly appeared in Shen Qing's hand, with spiritual patterns on it shining brightly.

"Space magic weapon!"

Looking at the sword that appeared out of thin air, Wen Tianfeng's expression changed drastically. After seeing the spiritual patterns on the sword, he became even more shocked.

Another magical weapon!

In this era, the spiritual mines for refining magic weapons have long been exhausted. The magic weapons in his hands now are also relics of their predecessors. He cannot imagine where Shen Qing got these rare treasures, including an extremely precious space magic weapon.

boom--

Before he could think about it, the knife flashed up, accompanied by violent thunder, and came across the sky, creating a dazzling flash of lightning in the void.

Wen Tianfeng looked panicked and retreated hastily. He staggered and almost tripped over a tree root before he could stand still.

In the blink of an eye, Shen Qing's figure appeared in front of him, with a blade wrapped in lightning and a violent gust of wind, slashing towards his throat.

With this strike, Shen Qing did not leave any spare strength, and did not even leave himself a chance to change his tactics, leaving the goal wide open.

In an instant, the panic on Wen Tianfeng's face disappeared completely. His eyes were cold and filled with murderous intent. He squeezed out the little remaining energy in his dantian and condensed it on his palms.

clang--

The silver sword that was coming at him with force like thunder was firmly caught in Wen Tianfeng's palm. Without any hesitation, he exhaled, turned his hand and slapped Shen Qing's chest.

click -

There was a crisp sound of bones breaking, and Shen Qing rolled hundreds of feet away, breaking countless ancient trees. His chest was almost pierced by a palm, and his internal organs were almost turned into powder.

Wen Tianfeng's experience in fighting is quite extensive. He can seize fleeting opportunities. Even when his energy is running out, he can decide the outcome with just one palm in the blink of an eye.

puff!

Wen Tianfeng fell to his knees and vomited blood. This desperate attack almost exhausted his last bit of strength.

He raised his head and stared at the direction where Shen Qing rolled down, his eyes were cold. Even if he returned to Longquan and healed his wounds, his lifespan would be greatly shortened. At this moment, he wished he could cut Shen Qing into pieces.

Then, in his sight, Shen Qing stood up again, breathing long and soundly.

"This……"

Wen Tianfeng's thoughts came to a standstill, completely unable to understand.

"Senior, please take your time."

Shen Qing spoke calmly, without any emotion in his eyes, and clenched the sword in his hand.

Between the mountains and forests, the sound of wind and thunder suddenly arose, a head with white hair and blood was thrown high up, and a wave of blood rushed up three feet high.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 82: World Disaster, Unexpected Discovery

Shen Qing had anticipated Wen Tianfeng's dying counterattack and naturally took precautions.

When she drew her sword, she left her arms wide open on purpose, using only her true energy to protect her heart meridians, waiting for Wen Tianfeng to take action and drain out the last bit of her strength.

This old ghost who has lived for hundreds of years in the Gangsha realm will never reveal his trump card until the last moment of life and death.

The moment Wen Tianfeng's head was cut off, a strong and clear air flowed into Shen Qing's body and was absorbed by the sundial.

This energy far exceeds the sum of all previous energies, and is enough for the sundial to deduct time for at least two hundred years.

In more than two hundred years, as long as he could find a suitable spiritual place, it would not be difficult for Shen Qing to step into Gangsha.

The world is so big, there must be some remaining secret places besides overseas, so there will always be opportunities.

Shen Qing put away his sword and fumbled around on Wen Tianfeng's body for a while. An old ghost in the Gangsha realm who had lived for hundreds of years must have some collections.

However, after searching for a while, Shen Qing couldn't help feeling a little disappointed. Wen Tianfeng only had two things on him, a broken piece of ancient jade and a dagger.

There were spiritual patterns engraved on both items, and both were magical instruments. The chip on the ancient jade was very recent, and it was obvious that it had been broken not long ago. It must have been damaged in the battle in the imperial capital.

The dagger was intact. It seemed that Wen Tianfeng had been running all the way and was really exhausted. He didn't even have the strength to use his magic weapon.

If he still had some strength left, and with the protection of magic weapons, Shen Qing might not be able to kill him.

After making sure that nothing was missed, Shen Qing dug a hole and buried Wen Tianfeng in it, giving him a decent rest.

The pit was dug very deep so that it would not be dug out and eaten by wild animals later.

Shen Qing turned around and crawled all the way back to the imperial capital. Before she could go in to investigate, a dazzling blood-red sword light rushed out from the imperial city. The monstrous sword energy was like mercury pouring down on the ground, pouring down. The civilians and officials fleeing on the road were all affected. Blood splattered three feet away, and their heads and bodies were separated.

This was undoubtedly a horrific massacre. In just a short moment, over ten thousand people were killed or injured.

Shen Qing's heart suddenly felt cold. She felt Sikong Yuan's breath from the bloody sword light.

Sikong Yuan would never do such a thing. Obviously, there was something wrong with his sanity.