Quick Travel: Passing Through the Bloody World

After Yun Qianluo shouted this, her body fell forward weakly.

Crystal blue spiritual power flashed, carrying Yun Qianluo's body and flying behind Pei Yu.

Pei Yu threw a handful of pills into Yun Qianluo's arms.

Pei Yu: "I ate it."

Yun Qianluo held the pill in her hand and put it into her mouth without thinking.

Yun Qianluo swallowed the top-grade elixir like candy beans, and the horrific wounds on her body were healing at a terrifying speed.

Pei Yu waved his hand, and the two people who were rushing towards him were firmly blocked by his spiritual power.

Yun Qianluo climbed up using her hands and feet and spat a mouthful of blood onto the ground.

Yun Qianluo said angrily: "I told you to run, but you didn't run!"

Pei Yu: "The clouds are gathering outside. If I go out, I will be chopped into charcoal."

"So fast? What should we do?!" Yun Qianluo's face turned pale.

Pei Yu: "You go out, leave this to me."

Yun Qianluo glared at Pei Yu fiercely: "Why, the lightning struck you but not me? Or is it that my skin is thicker than yours and I can withstand the lightning?!"

"I cannot be struck by this thunderbolt."

Pei Yu turned his head and looked at Yun Qianluo, with a golden gleam in his eyes.

Yun Qianluo's lips trembled, and she suddenly understood something.

Yun Qianluo: "Damn it... these grandsons... they already knew about it a long time ago, right?"

The seven elders of the Holy Sword Sect actually have different levels of cultivation strength.

In the eyes of the outside world, masters in the Nascent Soul stage are already the most powerful in the world.

But they don't quite know that the Holy Sword Sect's seventh elder, Pei Yu, has been in the Spirit Transformation Stage for many years.

Just one step away from the heavenly tribulation, one can become an immortal and a god, transcending the mundane world.

When the thunder struck down from the sky, it was not just one bolt of lightning for Pei Yu, but all of it.

"God, if you have the guts, strike me to death!"

There were bursts of roaring sounds from the spears. Yun Qianluo said no more and turned around to leave the cave.

Pei Yu slightly hooked his fingertips, and a crystal blue sword formed by the gathering of spiritual power appeared in his hand.

With a crackling sound, the two men pounced towards Pei Yu.

Countless lights were reflected in Pei Yu's eyes. The long sword flew out of his hand and pierced into the heart of the Sixth Elder in the blink of an eye.

However, even with blood flying everywhere, he showed no sign of falling down.

The system was stunned [What the hell is this? It doesn't make sense! Why don't you try using the power of soul fragments?]

Pei Yu blocked the attack and said calmly, "It's useless."

System [Cannot be used? How can it not be used? You could even kill the protagonist of the world before, why can't it be used now? Can the heavens still do something to you...]

Pei Yu's spiritual power leaked out from his palm, and one palm landed on the attacking Fifth Elder.

In an instant, the head shattered and the body was torn into pieces.

However, as the body shattered, a golden light flashed.

It overlapped with the golden light that had just flashed in Pei Yu's eyes.

The system got stuck, and then realized a possibility [You... were... discovered?]

Pei Yu did not respond. He stared at the body that was pieced together again, and spiritual power gushed out from his body.

Thunder rumbled, and a suffocating feeling like a mountain pressing down on one's head came over him.

"It's cloudy, is it going to rain?"

Yan Sheng raised his head and looked at the overcast sky, marveling at it.

Bai Shenyi stared at the sky with a bad look on his face: "The thunder is too loud."

Yan Sheng: "You are not still afraid of thunder, are you? How old are you? You have been spoiled by the Seventh Elder and have become timid..."

Before he could finish his words, a bolt of lightning struck down, and the mountain in the distance collapsed in an instant.

Bai Shenyi waved his hand, and the Heaven-Slaying Sword appeared in his hand.

Bai Shenyi: "It's not an ordinary thunder, it's a thunder from heaven that was attracted."

The smile on Yan Sheng's face disappeared, spiritual power emerged in his hand, and he held the sword tightly in his hand.

"Let's go to the inner door."

Bai Shenyi nodded heavily.

However, just as he and Yan Sheng were about to take action, they heard a sharp and piercing sound in their ears.

"Help! Help!!"

The cultivator covered in blood ran towards Yan Sheng and Bai Shenyi, followed closely by an evil cultivator emitting evil energy.

Bai Shenyi flashed in front of the cultivator and pushed him towards Yan Sheng.

Then he swung the Heaven-Slaying Sword in his hand towards the evil cultivator.

The evil cultivator's cultivation was far inferior to Bai Shenyi's. The blow caused him to spit out blood and die.

Bai Shenyi wiped the blood off his face, glanced at the evil cultivator, and said, "Brother Yan Sheng... this evil cultivator... is a disciple of the Holy Sword Sect."

Yan Sheng's eyes widened: "What are you talking about?!"

He took a few steps forward, and after seeing the face of the evil cultivator clearly, his expression froze.

"Brother Yan! Brother Bai! Xiao Ling...he killed many disciples!"

The cultivator's voice pierced the air sharply.

Yan Sheng turned his head suddenly: "You are talking bullshit! That's Xiao Ling!! How could he kill his fellow disciple!"

"It's true... It's true! He... is full of evil energy... He is an evil cultivator!"

Yan Sheng held the sword and said: "Ridiculous! Absurd to the extreme!!"

"Brother Yan, calm down. We should now..."

Yan Sheng did not answer. Under Bai Shenyi's gaze, he suddenly flew up on his sword.

Bai Shenyi's expression suddenly changed: "The thunder is pressing down on us, Senior Brother Yan, are you going to die?!"

Yan Sheng did not answer and walked away.

Bai Shenyi gave the pill in his hand to the cultivator, and then followed the direction of Yan Sheng.

However, as he approached the inner gate, the bloodstains on the long steps flowed like a stream of blood.

In the chaos, most of the evil practitioners who were carrying foreign evil magic were the proud disciples of the major sects.

Bai Shenyi stopped one, and there was still one more.

The blood soaked his clothes and his face was covered in blood so he had no time to wipe it off.

The wailing sounds in my ears were endless, like hell on earth.

When he detected the fluctuation of Yan Sheng's spiritual power, Bai Shenyi slashed through the several evil cultivators who surrounded him with one sword.

When I looked carefully, I saw Yan Sheng hugging a figure.

The man's white clothes were soaked in blood, and the long sword on his chest pierced his heart from front to back.

On that usually gentle and polite face, the eyes were widened to the extreme.

His lips moved, uttering faint syllables.

"Yan Sheng..."

"Xiao Ling, I'm here, I'm here... I'm here..." Yan Sheng grabbed his hand and shouted with a voice almost breaking.

"I... didn't mean to..."

"I... don't know... why..."

"I... am not an evil cultivator..."

Tears welled up in Yan Sheng's eyes: "I know, I know... I believe you! I believe you!!"

Xiao Ling moved the fingers that he was holding, wanting to touch his cheek.

However, his palm began to slide down as if it was losing strength.

"I... have been bewitched... there is no cure... I have committed... a terrible mistake... the world... will all blame me..."

"I don't want... I don't want this... ending..."

Xiao Ling spat out a mouthful of boiling blood, his voice almost inaudible: "I don't want to die... Yan Sheng..."

"I... don't want to..."

Ding--

There was a crisp sound, but the words were not yet finished.

Yan Sheng stopped all his movements, and then his whole body began to tremble, as if an indescribable pain was tearing his bones and flesh.

He wailed to the sky, and could no longer hear a single word.