Chapter 890 Using Wang Lele as leverage: Leave the secret realm!

Wang Xiaoke erected a spiritual shield and retreated several hundred meters before regaining his footing.

"Oh no, Grandpa Fox..."

"I hope it won't turn into a pancake!"

Looking at that space again, all that could be seen was devastation. Turbulent currents of space swirled everywhere, the space itself had collapsed on a large scale, and the laws of nature were in complete disarray...

On the earth, there were deep, eerie craters, with a bottomless pit in the center.

One area had become a vacuum, where all things were annihilated, as if to signify the fall of a powerful being who had reached the Divine Transformation stage.

"Elder Wu!"

Han Daoren, Mo Xuanyuan, and a group of powerful figures from China were filled with grief and indignation.

All the Chinese cultivators felt as if they had a fishbone stuck in their throat, as if the sky had fallen.

Even a powerful strategist like Grand Master Wu is dead; who knows if the opponent still has any trump cards up their sleeve?

Bai Ming's body trembled, her legs went weak, and her mind went blank.

"Old fox."

Wang Xiaoke's heart clenched, and her face grew even paler and more unsightly.

He searched repeatedly with his divine sense, but could not find that familiar figure.

"How could Grandpa Fox be dead? He's a fox spirit, he must have some trump card... He must still be alive."

"absurd!"

With the enhancement of Shangguan Wan's Daoist body, the tip of her spear, wrapped in silver light, pierced towards his throat.

"Even those in the late Nascent Soul stage can't escape this palm strike. Don't you dare admit your powerlessness? This scene is the truth."

Clang!

The sword collided with the spear tip, and Wang Xiaoke was knocked back several steps.

Shangguan Wan frowned, her usually cold brows furrowed, and looked at the white-clad youth with bloodshot eyes.

An ominous feeling washed over her, and she drew her gun and created some distance.

"Damn it, it's all your fault for getting in my way! Why did you have to stop me!"

A powerful killing intent surged, and Shangguan Wanmei's eyes trembled slightly.

He still has the ability to use sword techniques? How much spiritual energy must he have stored up?

"Reverse Profound Sword Technique!"

Wang Xiaoke's nascent soul was dark and his spiritual energy was less than 10% depleted.

Shangguan Wan desperately activated her Dao body, and an angelic phantom protected her.

"Holy Angel's Power!"

Two sacred wings folded forward, forming a powerful defensive barrier.

Just as the two were fighting, Ye Xiao coldly glanced at the tribulation clouds in the sky.

"There's no time left! If we delay any longer, divine punishment might befall us!"

The secret realm was already on the verge of collapse due to the impact of the Dao Integration Realm.

The two Nascent Soul cultivators have incurred the wrath of Heaven, potentially destroying the secret realm.

Once the teleportation channel is caught in the void rift...

If the sect leader's grand plan falls apart, wouldn't all that effort have been wasted?

"We can only force them to retreat first." Ye Xiao crushed a crystal.

Several golden rays shot towards the sky as the spirit falcon soared, seemingly transmitting a signal.

"They're really courting death." Lan Tu looked at the sky, a disdainful smile playing on his lips.

"Once the three Nascent Soul cultivators have perished, who in this world can stop us!"

Leng Qianfan looked at Mo Shenyuan and the others: "Tsk tsk, why fight to the death? This place has long been our immortal sect's possession."

A wave of despair washed over the three great families, various sects, and independent cultivators.

"Yeah!"

Mo Shenyuan straightened his back, his deep eyes filled with determination.

"I'll destroy the interdimensional teleportation array before I die, and take a few more people down with me. Then I'll have no regrets."

"This will give Wu Tu an explanation on his way to the underworld."

Han Daoren shouted loudly, "Everyone, leave the Kunlun Secret Realm!!"

As he spoke, he burned his life essence, and his aura surged once again.

Mo Shenyuan followed closely behind, his aura even approaching that of the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm.

Thunder rumbled softly.

The two stood like pillars supporting the sky before the cultivators from both sides.

"Brother Mo." Ji Heng felt a mix of emotions and remained silent for a long time.

He knew that Mo Shenyuan intended to sacrifice his life to shatter the teleportation array.

This is the only way to protect all living beings and fellow Daoists.

"You two are truly benevolent!" Zhao Sheng cupped his hands in greeting, then turned and ordered a retreat.

Although Luo Yun had no choice, he had to lead the Shennong leadership to retreat.

Even Lü Ning was deeply moved, and bowed to the two men who were determined to die.

"go!"

"If we wait any longer until the Heavenly Tribulation descends, everyone will be affected!"

The Celestial Master's Mansion, Longhu Mountain, Shennong, and the independent cultivators from various families withdrew from the battlefield.

Of the more than one hundred Chinese cultivators, over fifty were killed or wounded. The survivors sighed inwardly, exchanged glances, and then flew toward the exit of the secret realm.

Although there are some strong-willed individuals who are unwilling to remain aloof.

However, the patriarchs of aristocratic families valued bloodlines and naturally could not stand by and watch them die.

"Fellow Daoist Nangong," Ji Heng helped Nangong Chi up, "let's go together."

Nangong Chi's breath was weak, so he had to be led away by him.

A moment later, only a few dozen people remained on the field, including members of the Kunlun and Xiao families.

Master Taixu raised his eyes and gazed into the distance, where the Kunlun Sect had stood for ten thousand years.

Once the secret realm collapses, they will no longer have any reason to exist as guardians.

"Disciples of Kunlun, heed my command! We swear to stand with Sect Leader Wang to the death!"

Just then, a voice transmission entered his mind.

Master Taixu's expression froze, and he looked deeply in Wang Xiaoke's direction.

"Follow me, all of you!"

The Kunlun elders and disciples were taken aback, and then followed their ancestor into the sky to leave.

Xiao Cang did not stop them, after all, the two were of similar strength and realm.

They fought for a long time but gained no advantage.

"What should we do next?" Xiao Huai-ren asked Xiao Cang telepathically.

The Xiao family had nowhere to retreat and was in a very awkward position.

Staying means risking divine retribution; venturing out means facing perilous situations.

No one expected that Liuxue Sect would be forced to this extent.

Xiao Cang put away the Sparrow-Binding Whip; someone who has lived to this age must be a shrewd and experienced person.

"Get close to the exit first, and retreat if things get complicated later!"

Several clansmen received the telepathic message, concealed their presence, and slowly left the scene.

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The dark clouds grew thicker, and the destructive aura of the heavens intensified.

Mo Shenyuan shattered space with one foot and sped toward the teleportation array.

Seeing the five elders gather, he roared and unleashed his sword energy.

The five of them unleashed their ultimate techniques simultaneously, and the five Dao principles attacked with devastating force.

Mo Shenyuan's expression was cold and stern as he single-handedly withstood the five great supernatural powers.

"A gust of wind, a leaf, a pagoda."

Han Daoren sat cross-legged high in the sky, an extremely powerful force enveloping all directions.

Everyone noticed that the trees on the mountain were swaying wildly and strong winds were blowing.

Before I knew it, lush green leaves began to flutter down from the sky.

Each green leaf radiates a verdant luster and contains the force of a knife's edge!

Brush brush!

Leaves burst forth in the wind, their tearing force piercing through mountains and splitting the earth.

The five elders were busy dealing with the situation, which gave Mo Shenyuan the opportunity to get close.

After exchanging blows dozens of times, Lan Tu finally revealed a weakness and was severely injured.

Leng Qianfan was also pierced through the chest by a sword. The sword energy left in the wound continuously eroded his Daoist aura, and for a time, the blood could not be stopped.

The others broke out in a cold sweat, forced back by the two men.

They were less than a hundred miles from the teleportation array, and could already see the large array on the mountaintop.

Mo Shenyuan broke through the encirclement of several people and raised his sword to cut off the green mountain.

"you dare!"

A deep, resonant voice, imbued with spiritual energy, echoed from the mountaintop.

Mo Shenyuan initially intended to ignore it, but then his gaze shifted, and he immediately withdrew his power, causing the overwhelming sword aura to dissipate with the wind.

"Fellow Daoist Shenyuan?"

Han Daoren looked puzzled, but he understood after seeing the two people on the hilltop.

At the edge of the cliff, a middle-aged man dressed as an elder held Wang Lele, sneering, and pinched her fair neck with one hand, drawing blood with his five fingers.

"If she dares to come any closer, this elder cannot guarantee her life or death."

After Huang Wendi finished speaking, he tightened his palm again, his face full of sarcasm.

"Uh..."

Wang Lele didn't even have the strength to struggle; her hands and feet kept twitching.

The intense feeling of suffocation made her almost faint several times.

"elder sister!!"

Wang Xiaoke burst through the air, his eyes burning with rage, wanting to incinerate Emperor Huang Wendi into ashes.

Emperor Huang Wen, displeased that he was charging ahead, picked up the cold iron dagger.

"You little beast, if you want your sister to die, then continue."

"I promise I'll shred her into mincemeat before you arrive."

Wang Xiaoke paused abruptly, reason telling him not to act impulsively.

As long as his eighth sister is alive, he will have a chance to save people.

"As expected, this woman is quite important to you."

Ye Xiao appeared beside Emperor Huang Wen, his hands behind his back as he gazed at the calamity clouds.

He lowered his eyes again and said, "When Heaven is angry, all things perish. You should all leave the secret realm immediately, and this little girl may still survive."

Mo Shenyuan and Han Daoren both looked grim and turned to look at Wang Xiaoke.

"Old dog, are you threatening me?" Wang Xiaoke's back teeth chattered.

Emperor Huang raised an eyebrow, raised his hand and brought down the knife, blood flowing down.

Wang Lele was in so much pain that tears welled up in her eyes.

A gruesome gash appeared in my abdomen, and a searing pain shot straight to my brain.

"you!"

Wang Xiaoke's hand holding the sword trembled, and his heart ached as if it were being stabbed with needles.

Ye Xiao smiled and said, "You have three breaths to consider."

"If I don't leave, I'll watch her be torn to pieces."

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