At this moment, no matter who comes to see or examine, they will definitely confirm that Ye Wuque has turned into a corpse.
Ye Wuque is already a dead man!
The blood-stained corpse was lying on the ground, his whole body was stained red with blood. He had lost his breath and his heartbeat had completely stopped. It was impossible for any miracle to happen and to wake up again.
But in that peerless empty eye standing next to Ye Wuque's body, there seemed to be no despair or anxiety about Ye Wuque's current state.
At this moment, Kong's figure stood quietly, but when he turned his eyes, in an instant, the situation of everyone in any area in the entire Tianduan Grand Canyon was completely visible to him.
Mingming Kong was just standing quietly in this place, but he seemed to be sitting upright on the nine heavens, looking down at all things in the world without any mistakes or omissions.
On the main battlefield of the Golden Plains, the sound of killing was loud and blood flowed like a river!
The Jingguan built by Ye Wuque with the heads chopped off by the disciples of the three Qingming sects is still standing, and the heads on it are still accumulating, and the number is increasing!
The terrifying Jingguan peak exudes an extremely strong smell of blood, and the expressions on the heads are full of fear and despair, like the sharpest daggers, suspended in the throats of every disciple of the three Qingming sects.
During this time, a chilling air was exuding, causing them to constantly feel fear and terror.
After Ye Wuque's crazy killing before, the momentum of the three disciples of Qingming Sect was completely suppressed, while the momentum of the disciples of the Holy Way of the Heavens increased infinitely, with blood boiling, fighting spirit surging, and bravely killing the enemy, making full use of this advantage.
It’s not that the three disciples of Qingming Sect don’t want to regain the disadvantage and gain the upper hand again, but is it so easy?
The numerical advantage of nearly 200,000 people was suddenly reduced by being killed in less than an hour, from 200,000 to 150,000, and then to 100,000!
It wasn't until the sky above that the moment Yan Wangmeixing's voice resounded!
"Ye Wuque, the little beast of the Holy Dao of the Heavens, has been killed by our sect! Holy Son? Huh! He's just an ant!"
These words were like countless thunders from the Nine Heavens Divine Sky exploding, echoing in the ears of every disciple of the Holy Way of Heaven who fought bravely to kill the enemy!
The Son is dead!
Killed by Yan Shimeixing, the deputy sect master of Qingming Palace!
This is impossible! This must be impossible! How could the Holy Son die?
This is the first thought that surges in the heart of every disciple of the Holy Way of the Heavens, and that is a subconscious rejection!
Ever since they got to know the Holy Son, they have known how amazing the Holy Son is, and how amazing and extraordinary the speed and process of his rise are. It is a kind of overwhelming progress that surpasses everyone's knowledge!
How could such an amazing Holy Son fall so easily?
Therefore, every disciple of the Holy Way of the Heavens will not believe it at first glance.
But this voice came from Yan Shimeixing, the deputy sect master of Qingming Palace!
This is an existence with truly terrifying strength among the enemies, a supreme master who can kill countless disciples of the Holy Way of Heaven with just a flip of his hand!
When such a person takes action in person, the Holy Son is certainly amazing, but is he really his opponent?
After the strong subconscious denial, this idea arises!
In an instant, the boiling blood in the hearts of countless disciples of the Holy Way seemed to have cooled down by half, as if some pillar in their hearts had collapsed!
Dou Tian, Mo Honglian, Nalan Yan and other eight people from Dongtu were originally united and formed a joint attack formation to fight bravely against the enemy. The more they killed, the braver they became. They had already cut off the heads of dozens of disciples of the three Qingming sects, and their results were impressive.
!
But after hearing Yan Shimeixing's words, the eight people's hearts trembled!
Especially Nalan Yan, her beautiful eyes that had become tough and persistent were filled with tears in an instant!
Mo Honglian's red lips trembled, her face full of doubt and disbelief!
Dou Tian, Chen He and the other four people were originally excited to fight, and their eyes were full of blood and fighting spirit, but now they all turned cold!
"Wuque...dead?"
Dou Tian was wearing the Ice Emperor Dragon Armor, with the Ice Emperor's incarnation standing quietly behind him, covered in blood, but he murmured these words.
"No! I don't believe it! I definitely don't believe it until I see Wu Que's body with my own eyes!"
Suddenly, Dou Tian roared, and immediately his eyes were filled with blood, and his whole body exuded an extremely cold killing intent!
"kill!"
With a roar, Dou Tian rushed out, followed closely by Mo Honglian, Nalanyan and others, all with grief in their eyes, but the murderous intent around them was even stronger!
They turned their sorrow and sorrow into all their murderous intentions and the last trace of lucky suspicion, and killed the enemy!
The first thought of the battle between the two sides was also the most brutal and bloody place. Fang He's figure flashed out of the void and blasted out a Void Destruction Fist. The force of the fist struck in all directions and drowned several disciples of the three Qing Ming sects.
"If you want to see a living person, you want to see a corpse if you die! I don't believe it when you see a corpse that is intact!"
With a low voice, Fang He's whole body erupted with astonishing fluctuations, and his murderous intent surged, shaking all directions!
Whoosh!
Nine split-yang divine arrows shot in all directions, stirring up the void, emitting scorching heat, and pierced into the chests of several Qingming Third Sect disciples, taking away their lives!
Qiu Haiyue's body was filled with the energy of the sun, and her bright and unparalleled face was filled with uncertainty, but in the end it turned into a look of determination.
"Junior brother Ye... will never die!"
Among the enemies in the distance, golden spear lights kept spitting out, and a strange and sharp aura kept sweeping around, as if a demon god was reborn, killing tens of millions of enemies, extremely terrifying!
Ximen Zun's thick black hair danced wildly, and his resolute face was stained with blood. As he waved the Heavenly Lotus Demon Spear in his hand, blood spattered, lifting the enemy's heads one by one, and flying down to the giant peak of Jingguan.
There is a kind of light and belief shining in those deep eyes at this moment!
"Even if Yan Shimei Xing takes action, maybe others will definitely die, but it is the same... different! He is amazingly talented and has deep blessings. Yan Shimei Xing can't kill him!"
Such thoughts flashed through Ximen Zun's mind, and he was so firm that he didn't seem to have the slightest doubt.
On the other side, a huge purple ax appeared in Nie Haozong's hand. At this moment, he grabbed the ax with both hands and slashed it out. The huge ax blade appeared out of the sky, cutting off the enemy's heads one after another!
"The Holy Son... will not die!"
For some reason, Nie Haozong said something like this. He didn't know where this confidence came from, he just thought so.
When the hearts of countless disciples of the Holy Way were shaking and roaring, suddenly Ximen Zun's roar resounded!
"Brothers and sisters, I, Ximen Zun, do not believe that the Holy Son is dead! I will never believe it unless I have seen the body of the Holy Son with my own eyes! This is just a way for the enemy to suppress our momentum! If we want to regain our advantage, how can we let it happen?
Did he get his wish?"
Lord Ximen's roar was like a thunderous explosion, even if the sound of killing on the battlefield was loud, it still spread far and wide, reaching the ears of countless disciples of the Holy Way!
yes!
If you want to see someone alive, you want to see their corpse if they die!
Without seeing the body of the Holy Son with one's own eyes, all this cannot be determined at all. Perhaps it is the enemy's method to suppress his own side's momentum!
Upon thinking of this, countless disciples of the Holy Way of Heaven regained their confidence. Even though it was not as amazing as when they were at their peak, they did not collapse after all.
The three Qingming sects, on the other hand, took this opportunity to recover their sluggish momentum and shorten the gap.
The news about Ye Wuque was like a stone that stirred up the emotions of countless people!
High in the sky!
Two rounds of thousand-foot-long Soul Yang are constantly colliding, and the two fortresses with astonishing lethality attack each other, and the waves flood all directions!
"Duan Tianya, the so-called holy son that you, the saints of all heavens, are so proud of, is dead now. How do you feel in your heart?"
Even in the midst of a life-and-death battle, the voice of God Lord Earth and Underworld still sounded with a joking tone, as if trying to disrupt the fighting spirit and will of Holy Lord Tianya.
To be honest, after hearing Yan Shimeixing's voice, Lord Di Ming felt a flash of joy in his heart.
Ye Wuque died well!
This son actually killed nine elders from his Qingming Palace who were in the middle stage of the Life Soul Realm!
This is simply an immeasurable huge loss!
Moreover, such a young man, who is only fifteen years old, has such fighting power, even compared with Jun Shanlie, he is not far behind!
For a long time, God Lord Di Ming, who regarded Ye Wuque as an ant, remembered this name in his heart and had a strong murderous intention towards him!
But in the blink of an eye, this son was killed by Yan Shimeixing. How could he not make the Lord of the Underworld happy?
"This boy was indeed extremely talented, and yet he fell like this. Tsk tsk... What a pity!"
Without waiting for Holy Lord Tianya to reply, Lord Diming spoke again, but the teasing and irony in his tone became more intense.
In the vast and bright Soul Yang, the figure of Holy Lord Tianya could only be vaguely seen, and his face could not be seen clearly, but the magnetic voice sounded slowly.
"If Wu Que is dead, then why doesn't Yan Shi Mei Xing return to the original battlefield? Ming Jiu Chu, did you really not feel it? Maybe, it won't be long... Yan Shi Mei Xing is going to die, and as for Wu Que... I
Zong has always had confidence in him."
This is the answer of Holy Lord Tianya, simple and powerful, but to the point!
There was a sudden stagnation at the Lord of the Underworld!
"Hmph! Stupid! Looking at this Northern Territory, how many people can kill Mei Xing? Duan Tianya, you are talking nonsense!"
With a cold snort, the voice of the God of the Underworld became extremely cold, and he immediately stopped talking. However, the light of the green gold fortress suspended above his head increased sharply, and the surging power was even more amazing!
It's a pity that God Lord Di Ming couldn't see or didn't want to believe that at this moment, in another battlefield far away from this battlefield, where Ye Wuque fell before, an earth-shattering battle was taking place!
Rumble!
A huge roar spread, and the jade-colored flames and the Qingyou Yuan Power continued to intertwine, erupting into unimaginable fluctuations!
A slender and perfect hand that seemed to be made of white jade slapped in the air, which was as big as ten thousand feet in size, exuding an invincible aura that dominated the sky!
God's hand!
The giant white jade hand that was tens of thousands of feet in size covered the void, seeming to carry a sense of madness and destruction, filling a radius of tens of thousands of feet with a doomsday-like scene!
Between the endless rays of energy, a dazzling and gorgeous figure with peerless beauty shot out, striking in all directions, with long jade-colored hair dancing wildly, a cold and crazy face, and eyes that were shining, not like human eyes, killing to the point of madness.
It’s Yu Jiaoxue!
On the other side, Yan Wangmeixing's figure retreated crazily, and that beautiful face that brought disaster to the country and the people was filled with a kind of infinite shock, anger and disbelief!
puff!
The next moment, Yan Shimeixing's face suddenly turned extremely pale, her delicate body trembled, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out!
However, within just a few dozen breaths, Yan Shimei Xing was beaten and seriously injured by the crazed Yu Jiaoxue!