Chapter 2423 Death (Three More)

He slapped out with a palm, and the wind and clouds surged again.

Two beams of light fell straight down, and Cheng Yuan and Lu Qingxue both cast the god descending technique.

"Bang bang!" Amidst the two muffled sounds, the strong wind dissipated.

The figures of Cheng Yuan and Lu Qingxue appeared, staring coldly at the old man in gray robe.

Standing in the void, the gray-robed old man narrowed his eyes slightly, nodded slowly and said, "Sure enough, it's the technique of descending from the gods, and you are only good at it, and you need to borrow external power to do it."

"It's the same for you." Cheng Yuan said slowly: "For forcing us to this point, you really deserve to be an old monster. You will die here today!"

He disappeared in a flash, and appeared behind the gray-robed old man the next moment.

Lu Qingxue appeared in front of the gray-robed old man the next moment, and the two attacked one after the other.

The two had a tacit understanding, but the old man in gray robe easily turned sideways and caught their palms respectively.

"Bang!" The explosion sounded like thunder, and all three of them flew out backwards.

The gray-robed old man flew sideways, waving his palms in the air.

Cheng Yuan and Lu Qingxue flew upside down, facing the silent palm force in the air.

Whether the sky wind is invisible or visible is a matter of thought, but the two palms of the gray-robed old man are invisible and breathless, completely different from the howling wind before.

"Bang!" "Bang!"

The two of them flew upside down again, and they couldn't suppress the old monster after using the God's Advent technique. They were awe-inspiring but extremely calm. After performing the God's Advent technique, there would be no shrinking back and fear, only calmness and calculations.

"Chi Chi!" Cheng Yuan pointed out and broke the palm force.

Lu Qingxue slashed lightly, splitting the Tianfeng Palm silently.

"Bang! Bang!"

"Chick! Chick!"

The three of them fought together, their figures flickering and disappearing like illusions.

The people who fell on the ground stared wide-eyed, paying attention to this side while exercising their skills to heal their injuries.

Qin Mengyun's heart kept sinking, the two sect masters couldn't suppress one old monster, and there were twelve old monsters like Tianfengzong, if they were dispatched at the same time, would the sect be able to stop it?

Thinking of this makes me feel cold.

"Qingxue, it's time to work hard!" Cheng Yuan said in a deep voice.

Lu Qingxue said: "Okay!"

The two of them burst out with light, like two suns falling, and they appeared in front of the gray-robed old man the next moment.

The old man in gray robe snorted: "The wind is coming!"

The soundless wind appeared around him, and the light of the two people couldn't get close to him.

The gray-robed old man snorted and said, "Don't think that you are invincible with the God's Advent Technique. If the old man can't find a way to restrain it, will he come to die?"

"What kind of wind is this?" Cheng Yuan said in a deep voice.

"Nine Nether Yin Wind." The gray-robed old man said triumphantly: "The Nine Nether Yin Wind, which the old man took thousands of years to subdue, is soul-destroying. Have you tasted it?"

He knew the weakness of the god descending technique, he was afraid of hurting the treasure of the soul, once the soul was hurt, the god would be injured, and the caster had to spend his lifespan to make up for it, as long as the injury was severe enough, the lifespan would not be enough to consume.

Although treasures that can hurt the souls of gods are rare in the world, they are not without them. The Nine Nether Yin Wind is one kind, the wind that is extremely cold and cloudy in the world, is extremely strange. The secrets complement each other, and it is absolutely difficult to succeed.

With this Jiuyou Yinfeng, he is the nemesis of the gods, and the suzerains of all sects have nothing to fear. Of course, Jiuyou Yinfeng also needs to be used carefully, because it looks powerful and fragile, and the number of times it can be used is limited.

But with this, it was enough to form a deterrent, and later the suzerains did not dare to use the god descending technique in front of themselves.

Cheng Yuan sneered, and took out a red bead from his bosom.

Ten thousand feet of light illuminated the beads, and they were as red as blood.

The gray-robed old man cried out, "Red Blood Bead!"

"Haha..." Cheng Yuan laughed twice, and waved the red bead: "If you don't accept Jiuyou Yinfeng, I will use this red blood bead!"

His derivation skills are extremely high, and he has calculated what treasures are needed and brought them with him in advance.

The grey-robed old man's face darkened, and he said coldly: "Then use the red blood bead to see!"

Cheng Yuan sneered and directly crushed the red blood beads.

The bead of red blood shattered, and a ray of red light shot at the old man in gray robe.

Like the "gurgling" sound of boiling water, the red light lingered around the gray-robed old man and became more and more intense. No matter how much he waved his palm, he couldn't wave it away. The red light was like a flame falling on oil, and it became more and more intense.

Amidst the gurgling sound, the wind around the gray-robed old man quickly dissipated. His skeleton-like face was distorted and ferocious, the remaining muscles changed drastically, and his eyes stared at Cheng Yuan like a ghostly fire.

Cheng Yuan sneered and said, "Old guy, you asked for this!"

"That old man will give you some power too!" The gray-robed old man sneered, and stretched his hands towards the sky, and suddenly a flash of lightning fell, like a ghost in his figure, and instantly arrived in front of Cheng Yuan, and patted it down with his palm.

"Bang!" Cheng Yuan was sent flying.

"Ah!" He screamed in the air.

This sound is painful to the bone marrow, as if it hurts the soul.

Although the red blood beads burned Jiuyou Yinfeng, they couldn't burn them out for a short while, which was enough for him to severely injure the two gods. Lu Qingxue wanted to hide when he saw this, but the gray-robed old man rushed towards Qin Mengyun with a sneer.

Lu Qingxue could only stand in front of Qin Mengyun and greet him with a palm.

"Ah!" Lu Qingxue also let out a scream.

Qin Mengyun rushed towards the old man in gray robe.

"Bang!" She flew upside down, spraying minced meat in the air.

"Mengyun!" Lu Qingxue hissed.

She appeared next to Qin Mengyun in a flash, and took out the elixir from her bosom and stuffed it into her mouth, but Qin Mengyun was unable to swallow, had no breath, and died directly, so she could only channel her internal force, push the palace to activate the blood, and channel it into her body. The essence of life is the real longevity.

This is the unique secret technique of the Butterfly Dance Sect. Ten years of longevity can hold Qin Mengyun in one breath, allowing her to swallow the elixir, and when the elixir takes effect, add the life-saving secret technique to save her life.

Regardless of the damage, Cheng Yuan swooped in the air and threw himself at the gray-clothed old man again, preventing him from attacking Lu Qingxue.

The gray-robed old man sneered: "This Heavenly Wind Palm directly destroyed her soul, if you can't save her, don't waste your efforts!"

He glanced at the rest of the people again, and said with a sneer: "There are many people in the Butterfly Dance Sect, kill them one by one slowly, and see if you give in or not!"

"Damn you!" Lu Qingxue hissed angrily.

She is no longer cold as before, she does not touch the fireworks of the world, her eyes are raging with anger, and she pushes on Qin Mengyun. Qin Mengyun is the next generation suzerain she is optimistic about, and he is talented, and is the future hope of the Butterfly Dance Sect.

But now, she was silent and frozen, even her own secret technique failed to revive her, her body stiffened rapidly, as if she had been dead for a day, and she had lost the chance to be rescued.

The gray-robed old man laughed loudly and said: "This old man should be damned, but he can't die. After ten thousand years, life is no fun. As long as you fulfill this wish, you will be able to ascend, haha!"

He laughed triumphantly, and he didn't even look at Qin Mengyun who was already cold. Instead, his eyes fell on Yang Qingmeng and the two graceful women.

Cheng Yuan was knocked into the air again, hissing and screaming, and the bystanders trembled when they heard it.

Cheng Yuan rushed up again and again, fearless of death.

The gray-robed old man was surrounded by red light, like a skeleton walking out of hell, becoming more and more frightening, walking slowly towards Yang Qingmeng step by step.