C545 Blood Thunder

"The Emperor will leave the capital first. This subordinate will bring you out."

Yan Er did not explain much and flew out of the capital. Yue Niansheng also followed behind him without saying a word.

The current capital could not be considered a city. The floating debris, bricks, and the white light in the sky shocked Yue Niansheng.

His imperial city seemed to have been destroyed in a moment. The civilians were not affected, but many people had died on the drill ground.

The two of them left the city and landed on the ground. They could see the two figures on the altar, one green and one red, confronting each other.

The entire imperial city was about to be turned into ruins. The roof and the city walls could be seen turning into ashes like burning paper.

"Haiyang!" Yue Niansheng looked at the center of the imperial city, which was as flat as the ground, and called out.

He wanted to fly towards the Imperial Palace but was stopped by Yan Er, "Emperor, you are not their match."

"Move aside!" Yue Niansheng said sternly.

So what if he is not their opponent? So what if he is going to die?

"Forgive my rudeness!" Yan Er attacked Yue Niansheng at the same time as his voice faded.

...

At the altar, Mu Haiyang and Songqing had also used up a lot of their energy. Neither of them had gained any benefits.

Mu Haiyang wiped the blood off her face and said with a smile, "Martial Uncle is much stronger than senior brother."

The blood on her cheek that she wiped off started to seep out again and only then did she realize that it was a knife wound. It was a bit shocking on her face.

"You are indeed much stronger than that old man's disciple. The entire city has already been turned into ashes by you. Even if Cen'er is sixty years old, she will not be able to surpass you." Songqing narrowed his eyes and said.

"It's a pity that you don't have long to live! Haha... Even if my husband wants to keep you alive, you won't be able to live either!"

Songqing naturally understood that even if he couldn't kill her this time, she would still die 49 days later.

"Then... Martial Uncle will die with me!"

Mu Haiyang roared. The entire King City trembled. Even the people outside the city stopped and looked in the direction of the Imperial Palace anxiously.

Her roar shattered the hearts and lungs of many people and spread out with a bloody smell. However, the red blood energy that could not be seen with the naked eye suddenly merged into the sky and merged with the black clouds.

The originally white lightning was now blood-red, and it contained the blood of many people. A red lightning bolt was born within the black clouds.

"You can actually transform into the sect's heavenly lightning. I underestimated you!" Songqing could not help but look nervous.

"Haha... I wonder if Junior Master can withstand the heavenly lightning like me."

Mu Haiyang's face was full of disdain. She raised her hand and pointed. A red heavenly lightning shot towards Songqing. Under his control, the soldier led him to dodge the heavenly lightning.

"You don't want to return to the sect? You actually used blood as a sacrifice to the heavenly lightning!" Songqing roared.

When the Heavenly Lightning struck down, it carried an aura of destruction and blood. The ground was instantly dyed red. Wherever it landed, there was no longer any trace of life.

"I never wanted to go back. It was you who forced me! I want you to die with Lingsu! Three bolts of heavenly lightning descended from the sky toward Songqing.

He dodged two bolts of heavenly lightning, but he was unable to dodge the third one. The heavenly lightning struck him from the top of his head. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and the soldier who had retreated was still in his body.

He only managed to split the puppet soldier apart in an instant, turning it into a pile of ash. The moment the puppet soldier disappeared, Songqing did not bleed from the wound on his right hand. He also took two steps back.

In his shock, he gasped for breath. Looking at the blood lightning brewing on the black cloud, he could not help but feel afraid.

"No one can withstand the sect's heavenly lightning. Could it be that Yici doesn't have three souls and six spirits, which is why she can withstand it?"

Songqing could not help but think about it. Just now, she had endured nine bolts of heavenly lightning on the altar and had actually come back to life. This caused everyone to be shocked. Qing Yuzhuo seemed to have understood something as he took the jade bottle and left without any hesitation.

"No! Senior brother won't let Yici die!"

He shouted towards the sky, and his left hand pressed down on a big acupoint on his right hand. His body was instantly filled with a monstrous killing intent, "This old man does not believe, you have countless heavenly thunders again!"

His left hand formed a seal and three puppets quickly appeared. They were even more invulnerable than the soldier from before. One was red, one was orange, and one was yellow.

"Transform!"

At the same time, the three soldiers immediately roared. Their voices were deafening and just like Mu Haiyang's technique, they shattered the hearts of some of the weaker soldiers outside the city.

"Emperor, quickly bring them away. This is no longer a battlefield that we can join." Yan Er said with some trepidation.

Yue Niansheng looked at the people beside him who did not have time to escape. Along with the sound wave, they fell in front of him. He said to Yan Er in a deep voice, "You bring everyone away. I will wait here for Haiyang... to leave quickly!"

"But!"

"Could it be that you have to resist the words of this Emperor? "

Although he shouldn't display his authority as the Emperor, if he didn't say so, he knew that Yan Er wouldn't carry out his orders, so he had no choice but to say so.

"Yes!"

Yan Er left Yue Niansheng and started to organize some soldiers and civilians to evacuate one by one.

He began to mutter, "Haiyang, Zhen no longer has a home, where should we go?"

Everyone also began to have their own consciousness. This was a war. The war that they could not join, all of them wanted to leave as far as possible.

Mu Haiyang and Songqing's war was still going on. Another blood lightning struck, but it did not strike Songqing's puppet.

Even though she was a little crazy at the beginning, she still had her rationality and mind. She struck directly at Songqing's position. He could only sacrifice one puppet as a protective net to block this attack.

This repeated, and Songqing looked very embarrassed. The injuries on his body were no less than Mu Haiyang's.

Next to him was a red puppet, and its body emitted an evil aura. With a bloodthirsty aura, it appeared in front of Mu Haiyang in a flash. The sword stabbed into her shoulder blade. At the same time, he even spun the sword around as if he was cutting off her flesh.

She remained expressionless the entire time, as if she couldn't feel the pain in her body. She grabbed the soldier's hand that held the sword, and with a twist, bone cracking sounds rang out, forcing her to take it off.

The soldier was like her, unable to feel the pain in her body. He did not even frown, and another sword appeared in his right hand. It stabbed towards her. After she removed the soldier's left hand, it reappeared in the blink of an eye. He held the same sword.

Only then did Mu Haiyang slightly frown, knowing that this soldier was different from the others, as if he had endless growth power.

"It is not that my puppet cannot be resurrected from the dead, but that I have fully condensed in this one. I would like to see how many heavenly lightning bolts you have, and whether you can kill this puppet!"

Songqing was very satisfied with this puppet. Seeing that it was reborn faster than he had imagined, he couldn't help but feel proud of himself.

Mu Haiyang smiled coldly and said, "Then let's try this one! Let's see if he dies or you die!"