Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 229 Escape from battle

And in the night sky above the nine heavens.

Seeing his disciples being killed, the Iron Fan Sect Master's face immediately turned blood red with anger. He turned around and shouted:

"Elders, what are you waiting for? Secure the formation and don't let it be broken one by one!"

Upon hearing the leader's order, more than a dozen elders instantly flew up and flew into each broken black hole of the combat method.

Above the promotion fortress, the purple fan energy immediately glowed brightly. With the addition of these cultivators at the sixth and seventh realms, the power of the fan formation became several times stronger.

Countless purple rays of light flew out and flew into the whirlwind of white bones. In an instant, the strong wind disappeared and the white bone fragments fell.

Yuan Ying laughed and said:

"If you have some tricks, let's try again!"

Two balls of blue flame suddenly appeared in her hands, and she whispered softly:

"Go, flames of the dead, devour their flesh, devour their souls, bring them to me, and offer them to your master!"

Countless blue flames suddenly shot out, forming countless blue fire lines, and pounced into the formation like a tiger descending from the mountain.

Countless disciples in the Iron Fan Sect's protective formation immediately let out heart-wrenching screams. Purple fan light flashed, and the formation immediately began to loosen. Countless white-clothed disciples fled in fear, avoiding the burning of the blue flames.

However, as soon as he moved to escape, he was immediately possessed by the blue flame. His entire body was first frozen into an ice sculpture, and then the flame penetrated his body and completely burned his internal organs to ashes.

These disciples who were wrapped in blue flames could not even utter a scream as they died.

Seeing such a tragic scene where his disciples were slaughtered at will, Yu Congxiu's eyes were bloodshot and he roared wildly:

"Elder disciple, listen to my command. Do not move. If you move, you will die. This flame is a poisonous insect extracted from the corpse. It cannot sense your breath!"

Sure enough, as soon as these words were spoken, countless disciples gritted their teeth and persevered, enduring the pain of being burned by the cold flames. However, they did not move, and the flames continued to circle around them and could not fly into their bodies.

Yuan Ying looked at this scene and suddenly sneered:

"Do you think this is the flame of the undead? You underestimate the ability of the Ninth Realm strongman!"

She suddenly whistled softly:

The whistle was very light and soft, so quiet that many people could not hear it, but the blue flames were stimulated by the whistle, and wisps of dark purple death energy emerged from the flames and roamed in the formation.

Yuan Ying closed her eyes, raised her hands to the sky, and sang softly:

"Servants of the undead, possess me, harvest their souls, and bring them back to my ancestral land of Jinghai!" The shadowy death energy suddenly became violent, flying everywhere.

Countless white-robed disciples of the Iron Fan Sect defended the entrance to the formation tightly and refused to let go even until their death.

Wherever the shadowy death energy passed, countless Iron Fan Gate elites suddenly stiffened, and the white souls in their heads flew out and merged into the death energy.

Countless painful, twisted, and unwilling faces groaned and screamed in pain in the shadowy death.

Seeing several elders suddenly stiffen and their souls being swallowed and flying out, Yu Congwen and Yu Congxiu, who were guarding the two ends of the fan formation, suddenly let out a long roar.

"The eighth-rank expert has taken action!"

"The Iron Fan Gate's strongest force has arrived!"

Countless Iron Fan Sect elders and disciples looked at Yu Congwen and Yu Congxiu's shining bodies, watching them wrapped in purple light and rushing towards Yuan Ying.

A glimmer of hope rose in the eyes of countless people.

These two are the strongest fighting force besides the leader.

If the two of them attack together, there will definitely be a glimmer of hope.

Countless eager eyes stared at the two huge and majestic figures.

Yu Congxiu was also overjoyed and hurriedly shouted:

"Big brother, third brother, cut her waist and abdomen, and cut off this shadow aura!"

However, what made everyone dumbfounded and unable to believe it was that when the two purple rainbow lights approached Yuan Ying's body, they suddenly turned a corner, and the two bodies suddenly broke out of the formation at the same time, and flew behind the fan formation like an arrow.

'What is this for?'

"Is it possible that this ninth-rank powerful ghost is inaccessible?"

Countless people stared at the two figures in astonishment—

Soon everyone understood that the two top fighters of the Iron Fan Gate actually flew straight south without caring about or even looking at the disciples who were fighting desperately.

Everyone began to understand that this was desertion and an act of rebellion!

Someone bit his lip, blood gushing out of his face:

"Damn it! These two traitors are trying to escape!"

"Stop them quickly, we'll die together!"

At this time, Yu Congxiu, who was in the sky and in charge of the formation, saw this scene. His originally happy expression was immediately overwhelmed by grief and anger.

Watching the two purple rays disappear into the mountain, Yu Congxiu paused and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his chest.

He roared angrily, "Traitor, deserting the battlefield!"

"I used to think you two were brothers. What you two did today is an insult to the ancestors of the Yu family and to the 1,300 disciples of the Iron Fan Sect!"

As if in response to his accusation.

A distant voice came from behind the mountain:

"We are both in our prime, and haven't lived long enough. Master, please take your time. Today, the Iron Fan Sect sheds blood on the Great Wall of Steel, which will be a legend. Next year at this time, I will lead my clansmen to burn incense and pay tribute to the heroes!"

The fan formation lost the support of its two most powerful men and instantly fell apart.

The disciples and elders who had no time to leave were immediately pierced through the body by countless dark shadows and death energy, and their souls were plundered out.

In an instant, the huge square of the Promotion Fortress became a purgatory on earth. Countless people were frozen into ice sculptures by the blue flames, and their souls were devoured by the death energy.

Several surviving elders rushed to Yu Congxiu and shouted urgently, "Master, hurry up! We will fight to the death to get you out!"

Yu Congxiu shook his head sadly and looked at Yu Qinghan:

"Child, are you afraid of death?"

Yu Qinghan smiled casually: "I'm afraid of everything, but I've never been afraid of death!"

A trace of comfort flashed across Yu Congxiu's face. "Well, you are worthy of being my son. Today, we, father and son, will live and die together with the fortress!"

He stared at the southern night sky with hatred, gritting his teeth and cursing:

"What a shame, I can't kill the traitor myself!"

Yu Congxiu, filled with hatred, glanced towards the direction where the figure disappeared to the south, turned around, and soared up into the sky, shouting angrily:

"Disciples of the Yu family, we swear to live and die with the fortress!"

Countless roars came from all directions:

"The Yu family swears to live and die with the fortress!"

"The Du family swears to live and die with the fortress!"

"The Bai family swears to live and die with the fortress!"

Countless disciples from other families, including those with the surname Yu from within the family, did not escape. All of them looked grief-stricken and angry, looking up at the Sect Master who was high in the sky.

Yu Congxiu laughed frankly and said:

"Did you two see this? There are no traitors in the Iron Fan Sect. Regardless of whether they are from the same family or not, they are all virile men. You two will be despised by everyone in the Nine Divine Continents and nailed to the pillar of shame!"

His hair was long and he looked majestic.

"Men of the Iron Fan Sect, offer your blood and essence. Today is the day when the Iron Fan Sect shines brightly across the Nine Continents. From this day forward, the Iron Fan Sect will surely be a role model for cultivators, and its acclaim will endure through the ages!"