C143 Pearl of Yiyuan

Blood Devil and Blood Fiend stood in the center of the storm like a small boat, holding a bloody barrier. They were shaking and shaking, not affected by the surging energy at all. On the contrary, there was a bloodthirsty smile on their horrifying faces.

Countless pieces of flesh and blood were flying in the sky. Less than one-tenth of the disciples were still alive in the violent energy flow. Wuhua, Grandma Yinhua, and those hermits were all shocked by the miserable scene in front of them.

These disciples were the elite disciples of their respective sects. Such a loss was undoubtedly a huge loss to their respective sects.

The two disciples who were rescued by Wuhua were sobbing when they saw their comrades who had been with them for days and nights disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, Wuhua was extremely nervous. His Spiritual Sense was constantly scanning the energy flow. At this moment, other than the corpses that were drifting around in the violent energy flow, there were also a few disciples from various sects who were still struggling in the midst of death.

"Where did they go?" Wuhua murmured worriedly.

"Are you looking for the two kids from the Qionghua Sect?" Grandma Yinhua saw Wuhua's uneasiness and asked.

The two of them had known each other for hundreds of years. Every time they met, it was a fierce battle, but they had never stood on the same side and fought in the same trench.

In fact, over a hundred battles had already made these two peerless experts sympathize with each other. At this moment, Grandma Yinhua sighed with a lonely expression and comforted, "I think they will be fine."

Wuhua nodded his head and did not say anything. His Spiritual Sense was still scanning the violent energy flow time and time again.

Right at this moment...

A divine light suddenly lit up in the horizon. It was like the rising sun that illuminated the earth and coated the sky with a layer of faint golden light.

"Boom!" A muffled thunder suddenly sounded. Although the sound of the violent energy flow was deafening, this muffled thunder was like the sound of the morning bell and evening drum beating in everyone's heart. Everyone felt that their minds had suddenly cleared up.

The drizzle quietly fell. The rain fell like rain on the ground. The blood that filled the air was washed away by the rain and instantly disappeared.

The heavens seemed to be revealing a miracle, sweeping away the haze in the sky.

The wind also seemed to have stopped at this moment. It was unknown where it was hiding as it quietly listened to the light sound of the rain.

Such a miracle! All the other hermit masters present exclaimed in astonishment.

"One Elemental Pearl!"

Wuhua looked at the sky that had revealed a miracle and softly uttered a few words.

"One Elemental Pearl,one Elemental Pearl. Haha, it is indeed the One Elemental Pearl of my Emei. I wonder which senior I sent to eliminate the devil with the immortal treasure." Feng Qingyang's expression was unusually excited.

Two clear whistles came from afar. Everyone turned their eyes in the direction of the sound.

"It seems like my Karakorum's Uncle-Master is here as well!" Upon hearing this abnormally familiar howl, Guu Fengxian was stunned for a moment.

After two whistles, two sword lights, one green and one yellow, flashed across the horizon. In the blink of an eye, they had arrived in front of everyone.

Many hermit experts seemed to recognize the two people in front of them, and they all came forward to greet them. At this moment, Feng Qingyang quickly flew in front of an old man in a green robe, and clasped his hands as he said, "Martial Uncle, are you the one who brought our sect's One Elemental Pearl to eradicate the devil?"

The old man in green robe nodded his head and saw Wuhua and Grandma Yinhua standing not far away. He smiled and said, "Brother Wuhua and Sister Wenxian are also here! It's me who came late!"

"Humph, who is your sister? You are already so old and yet you are not ashamed!" Grandma Yinhua snorted as she held onto her staff.

"Brother Xuan Qing, you're really timely!" At this moment, Wuhua's tone did not sound very good. His expression was also somewhat unsightly. After all, hundreds of disciples had died in the airflow storm a moment ago, which was equivalent to being slaughtered in front of him.

Xuan Qing had already learned about what had happened from the conversations of several hermit experts. She naturally knew the reason why Wuhua's expression was not good. He sighed and said, "Brother Wuhua, don't blame me for being late. But you also know that the One Elemental Pearl of our sect is a precious treasure, not something that can be taken just like that. I spent a lot of time to get this One Elemental Pearl to get rid of demons! "

His words were sincere, and Wuhua's expression eased up a little. He also knew the importance of the One Elemental Pearl in the Emei Mountain, and he knew that what Xuan Qing said was the truth.

Grandma Yinhua glanced at the yellow-clothed old man who had arrived with Xuan Qing. He snorted coldly and said, "Niu Nose, you and Ming Leng had planned to meet, right? How did you get there together?"

The old man in yellow stood at the side without saying a word. He was like a piece of ice that had been frozen for thousands of years. Everyone could feel the coldness emitting from his body. Guu Fengxian lowered his head and stood beside him without saying a word. He was so nervous that he didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

When the elder in yellow heard Grandma Yinhua talking about him, he glanced at Grandma Yinhua indifferently. There was no emotion in his cold eyes. He looked at Grandma Yinhua as if he was looking at the air.

Grandma Yinhua was so angry that her hand that was holding the Dragon Head Staff trembled slightly.

She felt the atmosphere. Xuan Qing immediately said, "Sister Wenxian, please calm down. Don't you understand? Brother Mingleng and I have indeed made an appointment. This is because the ultimate treasure of Kunlun Sect must be used to eliminate devils this time. "

"The ultimate treasure of the Kunlun Sect?"

Everyone was moved after hearing what Xuan Qing said. Wuhua's face was filled with joy. He said urgently, "You... you mean Brother Leng brought the Xuanhuang Flag?"

After getting Xuan Qing's confirmation with a nod, Wuhua still couldn't believe it. He turned his head and looked at the yellow-clothed old man, who was clearly cold.

Ming Leng didn't answer. He turned his hand and took out a small yellow flag. It looked ordinary and ordinary, but no one who had heard about the Xuanhuang Flag would dare to take out such a small flag.

The Xuanhuang Flag seemed to have endless magic power. The moment Ming Leng took it out, everyone stared at the Xuanhuang Flag in a daze, as if they had lost their souls for a moment.

"It really is the Xuanhuang Flag!" Wuhua muttered. Even Grandma Yinhua's face revealed a smile.

"Roar, roar..." When Xue Sha saw that the result of his attack was destroyed in the blink of an eye, he immediately flew into a rage.

As for Xue Sha, he looked at the vast golden sky and started to think.

When the airflow storm weakened, there were already hidden masters who flew into it to save one disciple after another. Although there were not many disciples left alive, their lives were at stake, so they did not dare to be neglectful.

When everyone thought that there was no living person in the airflow, Wuhua's figure flashed. He carried out a young man in ragged clothes from the air current. This young man was Yuan Su, who Wuhua had failed to find after searching for the Spiritual Sense. He reached out his hand to touch Yuan Su's breath and found that there was still a trace of weak Qi. He quickly took out a jade bottle and poured out a pill that was overflowing with a clear fragrance into Yuan Su's mouth.