After killing countless evil spirits and evil cultivators from the fallen gods along the way, Ye Weiyang and the others finally returned to the camp outside the ruins.
At this moment, the entire medical camp was in chaos, and the number of wounded had exceeded the capacity of the medical camp.
Throughout the camp, wounded people with broken arms and legs could be seen everywhere, and even half of their bodies were covered in blood and flesh.
This battle was not without its brutality.
"Yakami!"
Seeing Ye Weiyang and his group returning, everyone immediately came to greet them.
Mu Xuanshuo, the deputy chief of the Jiuli God Clan, also frowned. He first glanced at Mu Qianxue beside Ye Weiyang, and finally cast his eyes on Ye Weiyang, and asked in a deep voice: "My nephew Weiyang,
Do you know what happened deep inside this ruins?"
Since just now, there have been terrible earthquakes happening from time to time, with the mountains shaking and the ground shaking, accompanied by waves of terrible explosions, making it difficult not to think about the worst.
"Shenshui Yinji is resurrected."
Ye Weiyang's face was as sinking as water, she took a deep breath and said a piece of news that was as shocking as a thunderbolt.
"What?"
For a moment, everyone present was trembling.
They came here this time to prevent the resurrection of Shenshui Yinji and seal the Shenshui Palace again.
Now, Shenshui Yinji has actually been resurrected?
Are all their efforts in vain?
"Yakami, you...can you take this seriously?"
Among the ten blades, the expression of the second-ranked "Magic Spear" also changed.
Ye Weiyang nodded solemnly, and for a moment, the whole place was filled with a heavy atmosphere.
At this moment, Yu Junyao couldn't help but rushed forward and grabbed Mu Qianxue's arm, "Cousin, where is Ling Feng? Why didn't Ling Feng come back?"
Ling Feng disappeared with Mu Qianxue and the others. Now, Mu Qianxue, Zong Yan and Liu Xu are all back. Why didn't Ling Feng come back alone?
This had to make her start thinking wildly.
"he……"
Mu Qianxue tightened her fists. Now Ling Feng was probably caught in a tough battle that he could not imagine.
Although I left him some original divine fire, these flames could not last for too long.
Moreover, there are eight other powerful evil kings who also went in the direction of Lingfeng.
"Cousin, tell me, tell me quickly!" Yu Junyao's eyes were a little red and swollen, "He... he must be fine, right?"
"He'll be fine."
However, Ye Weiyang took a deep breath, glanced across the audience, and said slowly: "At this moment, the three clan leaders are fighting Shenshui Yinji, trying to suppress her again! And we don't sit still and wait for death.
Now, there is only the last glimmer of hope left. Everyone, have the sacrificial objects that sealed the Shenshui Palace in the past been recovered?"
"The Xuanhuo Jian has been recovered."
Mu Xuanshuo took out a red treasure from his arms and said slowly.
"The Xuanxin Purple Sword of our Tai'a God Clan has also been recovered."
Among the crowd, a young man wearing a golden crown walked out. It was Qin Yu, the young master of the Tai'a God Clan.
Ye Weiyang glanced at Qin Yu and nodded to him. Then, only the tokens of their Haotian Clan and the tokens of Saofeng Camp were left.
"Have you found the token of our Haotian Divine Clan?"
Ye Weiyang looked at the camp belonging to the Haotian God Clan among the crowd.
"I got it back..."
Among the Haotian Divine Clan, an old man with white beard and hair came out. This man was Ye Weiyang's great-uncle, and he had a very high seniority within the Haotian Divine Clan.
Ye Weiyang's eyes lit up and she walked forward quickly, "Uncle, please tell me the token and take it out!"
The old man shook his head and sighed, "Although I found it, but when the fallen gods snatched it away...but..."
"how's it going?"
Ye Weiyang said anxiously.
"Hey, you can see for yourself..."
The old man took out a bronze mirror, which was the token of the Haotian Divine Clan's seal of the Shenshui Palace in the past, the Mirror of the Huntian.
Although the appearance of this Mirror of the Cloudy Sky is still intact, there are several cracks on the surface of the mirror, and most of its overall aura has been lost.
This token is basically half-destroyed.
"this……"
Ye Weiyang's face darkened, and all four tokens were indispensable.
Ling Feng tried his best to stop the Evil Lord of Annihilation in order to retrieve the last token. However, at this moment, one of the four spiritual tokens was half-destroyed.
"Trouble."
Zong Yan glanced at it, shook his head and said: "If it is damaged like this, even if it needs to be reforged, it will take at least 7749 days. But now, how can we have such a long time?"
Ye Weiyang took the Mirror of the Heaven without a word, took a deep breath and said, "No, there is another way to repair the Mirror of the Heaven."
"No! Absolutely not!"
The old man from the Haotian God Clan seemed to have thought of something, and he quickly yelled and stepped forward to stop Ye Weiyang.
However, he still took a step slower and saw that Ye Weiyang had inserted his finger into the socket of his left eye, took out the eyeball directly, and placed it on the Mirror of the Cloudy Sky.
There was a flash of golden light, and the Mirror of the Heaven actually "swallowed" Ye Weiyang's eyeballs, and the cracks on the mirror surface were quickly healed, making it as good as new.
"Child, you...you..."
The old man was so anxious that he beat his feet and chest. This Mirror of the Heaven was originally forged with the aura of the Eye of Haotian. Now, the mirror of the Heaven has lost its aura. Ye Weiyang used his Eye of the Haotian to
After digging it out, it just made up for the missing charm, and then restored the object.
"Now, only my eyes can repair the Mirror of the Heaven."
Ye Weiyang's left eye socket was hollow, and there was even blood flowing out, but he didn't care.
This was his promise to Ling Feng. He promised to bring back all three spiritual tokens.
Therefore, no matter what price you pay, it is worth it.
Because this is a man's promise.
"It's just one missing eye, it doesn't matter."
Ye Weiyang tore off a piece of cloth, covered her empty left eye, took a deep breath, and said slowly: "Without further delay, it's time for us to set off."
"If you want to seal the Shenshui Palace again, you must rely on the three major gods Jiuli, Tai'a, and Haotian, plus the power of the Ten Blades from Xiaofeng Camp. Xue'er, Brother Qin Yu, and other Ten Blades companions, we
Just go ahead, others, please stay where you are."
Saying that, Ye Weiyang took out another magic weapon like an oil lamp and handed it into the hands of the old man from the Haotian God Clan, "This is my natal soul lamp. If the soul lamp goes out, you... just leave first."
At this moment, Ye Weiyang was also ready to die.
Facing a strong person like Shenshui Yinji, even he couldn't guarantee that he could escape unscathed.
"Nephew Weiyang, as an elder, how can I let you go into danger alone!"
Mu Xuanshuo shook his head and smiled, "It is true that we need your strength to seal the Shenshui Palace, but you also need someone to protect you. You juniors are not afraid of death. Could it be that we old guys are afraid of death?
What?"
The Tai'a God Clan, the Haotian God Clan, and the Ancestral Realm powerhouses from Xiaofeng Camp also took a step forward and expressed their positions with actions.
If Shenshui Yinji is reborn, then even if they escape today, what will happen in the future?
If you are going to die anyway, you might as well take advantage of today and do something meaningful.
Even if the final result is something they don't want to see, at least they have fought and fought for it.
Looking at these companions and comrades with hot blood flowing in front of them, Ye Weiyang's cold face showed a smile, "Then, if you can still fight, come with me!"