All Realms and Worlds: The Lost Home

The surrounding onlookers erupted in excitement once again.

"My God! Wu Xusong has actually burned his very essence! He's going to perish together with Fairy Lingxi!"

"This is insane! To survive, they'd burn their very essence! A madman!"

"The people from Qingyun Holy Land seem to have some ulterior motives. Are they planning to reap the benefits without lifting a finger?"

All eyes turned towards the direction of Qingyun Holy Land. The leader of Qingyun Holy Land had a slight glint in his eyes and a faint smile on his lips, clearly plotting something.

The Golden Crow Holy Land, the Purple Moon Dynasty, and others also had their eyes gleaming, each harboring their own thoughts. Clearly, they all wanted a share of the spoils in this battle.

Shen Jianxin and his two companions remained hidden at the edge of the crowd, their expressions solemn.

"Wu Xusong has burned his source energy. If this continues, even if he wins against Fairy Lingxi, his cultivation will be completely destroyed, and he may even die." Wen Yan said in a low voice, with a hint of anxiety in his tone.

Yao Guang nodded, her eyes sharp: "We can't wait any longer. If we wait any longer, he'll really be beyond saving. We have to make our move!"

Shen Jianxin raised his hand to stop them and shook his head: "Wait, wait a little longer. It's not the right time yet. Fairy Lingxi hasn't revealed her trump card yet. If we make a move now, it will only backfire and give other forces an opportunity to take advantage of us."

His gaze remained fixed on the battlefield as he continued, "Let's observe for a moment longer. Once Wu Xusong is truly in dire straits, we'll strike with deadly precision, rescue him, and then immediately retreat."

Although Yao Guang and Wen Yan were somewhat anxious, they knew that Shen Jianxin was right, so they could only suppress their anxiety and continue to observe the battlefield.

On the battlefield, Fairy Lingxi looked at the charging thunder dragon, a fierce and resolute glint in her eyes. She knew that if she didn't use her trump card today, she probably wouldn't be able to kill Wu Xusong.

She suddenly raised her hand, brought the jade flute to her lips, and began to play.

The flute music began, no longer the violent and piercing sound of before, but becoming deep and eerie, carrying a rich spiritual power as it swept towards Wu Xusong and Lei Long.

This flute music was none other than the soul attack technique that Su Qingyuan was most skilled at during her lifetime—the Azure Blood Soul Sound!

Wherever the flute music passed, the void trembled violently, and an invisible divine soul force surged towards Wu Xusong like a tide, attempting to erode his soul and destroy his consciousness.

Wu Xusong's expression changed, and he felt a sharp pain in his mind, as if his soul was being pierced by countless needles, and his consciousness began to blur.

"Oh no! It's a soul attack!"

Wu Xusong was startled and hurriedly circulated the purple lightning power within his body to protect his soul, attempting to resist the erosion of this soul power.

However, the power of the Azure Blood Soul Sound was too great. With the full force of Fairy Lingxi's encouragement, the power of his soul surged in continuously, and cracks began to appear in his soul defense.

The force controlling the Thunder Dragon gradually weakened, and the Thunder Dragon's body began to become illusory, while the purple lightning orb in its mouth gradually dimmed.

"Hahaha! Wu Xusong, did you feel it? This is Qingyuan's Azure Blood Soul Sound!" Fairy Lingxi's laughter carried a hint of madness and pleasure. "Today, I will use Qingyuan's techniques to send you on your way, to the underworld to apologize to her!"

The flute music grew increasingly low and deep, the spiritual power grew increasingly intense, Wu Xusong's face turned ashen, veins bulged on his forehead, blood kept spilling from the corners of his mouth, and his consciousness became increasingly blurred.

He seemed to see his own younger brother, Su Qingyuan in her youth, and the innocent transmigrators who were murdered.

"No... I can't fall..."

Wu Xusong roared inwardly, desperately resisting the erosion of his soul power, "The road home is not yet over, Jiang Wuchen is still in the secret realm, I cannot die!"

He clenched his teeth, biting his tongue until it bled, and spat out a mouthful of blood onto Lei Long's body.

"A sacrifice of lifeblood!"

Wu Xusong roared and sacrificed all his essence and blood to the Thunder Dragon. The purple lightning power in his body surged to its limit, and the Thunder Dragon's body became solid again, and the lightning and fire on its body became even more violent.

At the same time, with the support of his essence blood, his spiritual power temporarily stabilized and resisted the erosion of the Azure Blood Soul Sound.

"Wind and Thunder Transformation Dragon Technique! Final Move! Thunder Shakes the Nine Heavens!"

A deafening roar echoed through the heavens and earth. Wu Xusong's figure and the body of the thunder dragon gradually merged together, transforming into a huge phantom of a thunder dragon that blotted out the sun. Its body was wrapped in purple lightning and thunderfire, exuding a world-destroying power.

The phantom of the thunder dragon raised its head and let out a dragon roar that shook the heavens. The sound was full of destruction and determination as it charged fiercely toward Fairy Lingxi.

Fairy Lingxi's expression changed drastically. She hadn't expected that Wu Xusong would sacrifice his blood essence to unleash such terrifying power.

Without a second thought, she quickly circulated her spiritual energy and simultaneously activated all the remaining spiritual power of Su Qingyuan within the Jade Flute, condensing it into a massive spiritual barrier in front of her.

"Azure Blood Soul Shield!"

Fairy Lingxi roared, and a divine soul barrier instantly condensed. The barrier was covered with colorful divine soul patterns, radiating a powerful divine soul force, attempting to resist the impact of the thunder dragon phantom.

boom--! ! !

The earth-shattering roar resounded throughout the entire Kunlun Ruins and even spread to the surrounding areas of Kunlun Ruins throughout the myriad realms.

The phantom of the thunder dragon slammed into the soul barrier. Purple lightning and thunderfire instantly engulfed the entire soul barrier, causing it to tremble violently and develop huge cracks, threatening to shatter at any moment.

Fairy Lingxi's face was ashen, her whole body trembled violently, blood kept spilling from her mouth, her soul suffered a strong backlash, and her body swayed precariously.

The disciples of Huaqing Holy Land who were around had already been blasted away by the shockwave. They were all seriously injured and lay on the ground, unable to get up, and no longer had the strength to fight.

The onlookers retreated in fear, their expressions filled with dread. They hadn't expected the battle to be so intense.

The leader of the Azure Cloud Holy Land narrowed his eyes, slowly stood up, and said calmly, "It seems it's time to make a move."

Before he finished speaking, he raised his hand and waved it. The disciples of Qingyun Holy Land instantly prepared for battle, their auras surging as they slowly approached the battlefield.

The Golden Crow Holy Land, the Purple Moon Dynasty, and others also stood up, their eyes gleaming, clearly intending to make a move and reap the benefits.

Shen Jianxin and the other two tensed up, knowing they couldn't wait any longer.

"Let's do it!"

Shen Jianxin let out a low shout, his figure flashed, and he transformed into a streak of light, rushing towards the battlefield. The Devouring Sword was instantly unsheathed, its cold light flashing, and he slashed fiercely at the disciples of the Azure Cloud Holy Land.

Yao Guang and Wen Yan followed closely behind.

The three attacked with incredible speed, instantly disrupting the plans of the Qingyun Holy Land group.

"Who?!" The leader of the Qingyun Holy Land changed his expression and shouted sharply.

Shen Jianxin ignored him, unleashing his Devouring Sword once more. A massive sword aura slammed towards the disciples of the Azure Cloud Holy Land, while simultaneously shouting to Wu Xusong in the center of the battlefield, "Hold on!"

Upon hearing Shen Jianxin's voice, Wu Xusong, who had transformed into a thunder dragon phantom, paused slightly and regained some of his senses.

He turned his head and saw Shen Jianxin and the other two locked in combat with the Qingyun Holy Land group. A hint of gratitude flashed in his eyes. Then, he turned his gaze back to Fairy Lingxi, his eyes once again burning with resolute killing intent.

"Lingxi, today, it's either you die, or I perish!"

The phantom of the thunder dragon exerted its power once more, and the purple lightning and thunderfire around it surged again, crashing heavily into the soul barrier. With a crack, a huge crack finally appeared in the soul barrier, which could shatter at any moment.

Fairy Lingxi shuddered, a hint of despair flashing in her eyes. She knew she couldn't hold on any longer.

But she still didn't give up. She gritted her teeth and once again urged the remaining spiritual energy in her body to try to strengthen her soul barrier and fight Wu Xusong to the death.

The battles around them intensified. Shen Jianxin and his two companions, fighting against many opponents, were formidable, but they gradually fell into a disadvantageous position in the face of the siege by forces such as Qingyun Holy Land and Jinwu Holy Land.