Chapter 258 Funeral Song of the Soul—Blood Sacrifice!
The petals are dancing all over the sky, shining with crystal luster. Under the old ancient tree, the hazy and graceful figure of Fenglan becomes more and more peaceful and quiet, motionless.
"Bo!"
The green petals are pouring down like a rain of flowers, facing the innate Dao map that is constantly pressing down in the sky.
A trace of blood overflowed from Feng Lan's body. Her green clothes were already blood red, but the music in her mouth was gradually rising.
Zhan Ziyang looked up to the sky and roared, with tears streaming down his face. He struggled towards Feng Lan in the pure land, but was blocked by an invisible wall.
The green petals carrying the sound of the soul are like elves flying in the sky, seeming to use the purest sound of the soul to wash away the coming of the innate path.
"Buzz!"
The innate Dao diagram trembles, and the aura of the Dao radiates out, as if to resist the purification of the green petals.
Feng Lan's face turned pale, and her figure gradually became illusory, as if it were transparent, and the meridians in her body were clearly visible.
"Master...!" Zhan Ziyang roared, pounding the invisible wall with all his strength, as if he wanted to rush into the pure land and stop Feng Lan.
Feng Lan closed her eyes tightly, and kept using her ten fingers to perform the magic spells. The green petals stained with her blood floated out of the pure land with the changes of the music in her mouth, and rushed towards the innate path like a rain of flowers.
The innate Tao diagram kept shaking, and every time it touched a petal stained with blood, it dimmed a little.
"Bo!"
Another petal carrying the voice of the soul, but stained with Feng Lan's blood, flew out of the pure land, but this time it floated towards Zhan Ziyang
The green petals, like a beautiful blood-stained elf, gently penetrated Zhan Ziyang's body
Zhan Ziyang struggled, trying to force the petals out of her body
This petal contains the original sound of Feng Lan, which seems to use the purest soul to wash away the connection between the Yin and Yang Holy Body and the innate Dao map.
However, the petals melt immediately after entering the body. No matter how Zhan Ziyang blocks it, the green petals will penetrate into his body without any resistance.
"Master, I am so ashamed of you!" Zhan Ziyang cried out in grief and knelt down to Feng Lan in the pure land.
Two lines of blood flowed from his eye sockets. His soul was crying and his heart was hurting. The pain was deep into the bone marrow and was an unstoppable pain!
The innate Dao diagram gradually became illusory, and the music in Feng Lan's mouth also gradually weakened.
"Bo!"
The last petal carrying Feng Lan's pure soul power slowly floated out of the pure land and penetrated into Zhan Ziyang's body.
Pure soul power, like the touch of a loved one, melts gently into Zhan Ziyang's body
Feng Lan's body was transparent, like a piece of clear water, and the meridians in her body were clearly visible. She frowned slightly and raised her head, looking at the innate Dao map that had almost disappeared, and sighed: "It wants to destroy your Dao roots. I have tried my best. Could it be that
Is it really hopeless?!"
As Feng Lan wakes up, the holy sound passes away, and the invisible wall that blocked Zhan Ziyang finally disappears.
Zhan Ziyang endured the pain on his body, struggled to run to Feng Lan, knelt down in front of her, and cried: "Master, I can't repay your great kindness. I have accepted my fate, so please help me."
Leave here and don’t sacrifice for your disciples in vain.”
Feng Lan's eyes shone with a strange light, she glanced tenderly at Zhan Ziyang who was kneeling in front of her, showed a sad smile, and said: "You don't have to worry about me, I just hope that you can complete the Holy Master in the future
last wish"
Zhan Ziyang shook his head decisively, his eyes showed a hint of determination, and he said with a worried tone: "I don't know what the Holy Lord's last wish is, and I don't want to know. I just hope that Master can live and don't waste his life for me, with such a fate.
,I have accepted it”
Feng Lan shook her head lightly, looked at the illusory and almost invisible innate Dao map, and said softly: "That's all, give me your Yin-Yang Holy Sword."
Zhan Ziyang was slightly confused, but without any hesitation, he handed the Yin Yang Holy Sword to Feng Lan and asked: "Master, what are you doing..."
Feng Lansu waved her hand slightly, interrupting Zhan Ziyang's inquiry. She looked at the Yin Yang Holy Sword with a strange look in her eyes and murmured: "In the Battle of Destruction, you shined and fought for hegemony in all realms with the Holy Lord. Now the Holy Sword
The Lord has passed away, and among the four great venerables, I am the only one who is still alive in this world. I hope I will not disgrace your reputation!"
After saying that, Feng Lan glanced at Zhan Ziyang with a smile, held the Yin Yang Holy Sword, and stepped out of the pure land. Looking at the innate Dao map, he said with sharp eyes: "I, Feng Lan, sacrifice my soul and sacrifice my blood.
As a matchmaker, I will awaken you from your slumber, kill the will of the Tao, and protect the last wishes of my Holy Lord!"
Hearing this, Zhan Ziyang's heart suddenly trembled, and he ran towards the outside of the Pure Land with staggering steps. He wanted to stop Feng Lan's move, but was ejected back by an invisible wall of air, unable to take a step out of the Pure Land.
"Master, don't...!" Zhan Ziyang yelled
There was determination in Feng Lan's eyes, and she looked back at Zhan Ziyang with a smile, but this smile was so poignant that people couldn't help but sink into sadness.
"puff!"
Zhan Ziyang spurted blood from his mouth. It was a sign of extreme pain and the cry of his soul. He wanted to stop Feng Lan. Even if he would die under this heavenly punishment, he didn't want Feng Lan to sacrifice for him. But no matter how he
Struggle, still unable to leave this pure land
Feng Lan's eyes were sharp, and her aura reached its peak. A force that destroyed all things emitted from her transparent body in an instant. The magic formula on her fingers changed, and it was immediately poured into the Yin-Yang Holy Sword.
The Holy Sword of Yin and Yang trembled fiercely, and a terrifying aura was released in an instant. The world suddenly shook, and the entire world of cultivation was enveloped by a terrifying sword aura.
Many strong men noticed this terrifying sword energy one after another, and unstoppable fear arose in their hearts, as if the end was coming. If their cultivation was slightly weaker, they immediately knelt down on the ground, their faces were pale, and their bodies were bleeding. Even after nine calamities,
Earth Ancestor also revealed his fear
Zhan Ziyang looked at Feng Lan with fear, holding the Holy Sword of Yin and Yang. The terrifying aura emanating from the Holy Sword of Yin and Yang could be clearly felt even if he was in the pure land, and his soul could not help but tremble.
Feng Lan's hair is flying, like a fairy who has fallen from the mortal world. Her beautiful face reveals a hint of sadness, as if a flower in full bloom withers away in an instant, which makes people sad.
"Soul Burial Song, Blood Sacrifice!" Feng Lan shouted
"Buzz!"
The Holy Sword of Yin and Yang suddenly let out a trembling sound, and flew high into the sky in an instant, separating a sword of extreme yin and a sword of extreme yang, rotating around each other.
The sky was suddenly in tatters, and the terrifying space cracks spread out in an instant. Even the monks who were millions of miles away could clearly see it, as if the sky was collapsing, and the ferocious cracks were opening at the same time.