Chapter 668: The Ku Yue Sect was finally completely eradicated!
Dean Yun Potian stood in front of the valley with a gloomy face, his eyes fixed on the mysterious and eerie valley in front of him.
His heart was like a raging fire at this moment, and anger was surging in his heart like a raging tide.
"Swoosh!" He suddenly pulled out the sword at his waist that was flashing with cold light. The cold light reflected from the sword seemed to be able to freeze the surrounding air.
He raised his sword high and shouted, "Everyone, this is the lair of the evil Withered Moon Cult!"
"Today is the day when the Withered Moon Sect will be destroyed. We must not be soft-hearted and must eradicate this huge disaster for our Yunluo Continent!"
Before he finished his words, Yun Potian flashed and rushed into the valley like an arrow.
The spiritual power in his body wrapped around the sword in his hand, and he swung his arm violently.
Suddenly, an extremely sharp sword energy slashed out from the sword in his hand, slashing fiercely at the fog and buildings in front.
There was a loud "swish" sound, and the originally suffocating fog was torn apart as if by an invisible giant blade.
And those solid bricks and stones were no match for this terrifying sword energy, and instantly shattered into countless pieces that flew everywhere.
Seeing Dean Yun Potian being so brave and fearless, the morale of the people behind him was immediately boosted, as if they were injected with infinite power.
"Come on!"
"Kill these evildoers!"
They shouted in unison, deafening shouts, each displaying their unique skills, and poured into the valley like a tide.
For a moment, the entire valley seemed to have turned into a purgatory on a battlefield, with shouts and sounds of killing rising one after another like surging waves, one wave higher than the other, and never ending.
Various colorful spiritual lights collided and exploded with each other. The lights intertwined together, like the brightest fireworks blooming in the night sky, but with the power of destruction.
The buildings in the valley were shaking in the fierce battle, like candles in the wind, and finally collapsed with a loud roar.
Those unsuspecting followers of the Withered Moon Cult were now panicking and running around like headless flies.
Their eyes were filled with fear and despair, but under the siege of the forces of justice like a torrent of steel, they had nowhere to escape.
Chu Moxiao was on the battlefield, looking relaxed and confident, gently waving the folding fan in his hand.
Every time it was swung, it seemed as if an invisible force was surging in the air, bringing with it a gust of icy and biting wind.
In this cold wind, there were also countless tiny spiritual ice crystals, which were like deadly hidden weapons, flying forward at an extremely fast speed.
Anything touched by these ice crystals, whether it was the strange black and purple mist or other objects, would be frozen in an instant, and then with a "crack", shattered into debris on the ground.
On the other side, Lu Yanchen was holding a long sword, his figure as agile as a cheetah, moving flexibly on the battlefield.
His swordsmanship was exquisite, and every move and every style contained infinite power, as if they had been tempered through thousands of trials and tribulations.
His sword was seen flashing and sword energy was flying everywhere, and he was cooperating tacitly with the disciples of Cang Luo Holy Academy.
Not only can they easily withstand the fierce attacks of the Withered Moon Cult followers, but they can also quickly eliminate potential safety hazards in the surroundings to ensure that the battle can proceed smoothly.
All forces worked closely together and launched a thrilling life-and-death struggle with those vicious followers of the Withered Moon Cult!
The screams came one after another, as if they were about to break through the sky; the roars were deafening, like thunder; and the roar produced by the collision of spiritual power was endless, echoing throughout the valley.
However, the side representing justice showed no fear at all. They marched forward bravely and fought bravely against the enemy.
All this is thanks to the powerful help of the Jingyuan Pill.
With the magical power of the Net Yuan Dan, everyone's spiritual power became extremely stable, making them more brave and fearless in battle.
As time passed, the Ku Yue Sect, which had originally held the advantage, gradually fell into a passive situation.
Without the command of Mu Chengyun and Zhuge Ze, these believers were like headless flies and were in chaos.
Faced with the ferocious enemies, they were completely unable to resist and could only retreat step by step.
On the battlefield, blood was splattered everywhere, broken limbs were everywhere, and the air was filled with a disgusting smell of blood.
The followers of the Withered Moon Cult fell one after another, and the casualties were extremely heavy.
The buildings they once took pride in now collapsed in the fierce battle and turned into ruins, symbolizing the collapse of their evil rule.
After two days of long and brutal fighting, justice finally won an overwhelming victory.
And now, the once dreaded Ku Yue Sect has finally been completely eradicated, and its old nest has been razed to the ground!
The black and purple mist that had been shrouding the valley and symbolizing evil gradually dissipated.
The warm sunshine finally broke through the clouds and poured down on this war-torn land.
The sunshine illuminates every corner, making this once gloomy place full of vitality again.
Everyone was extremely excited. Their cheers echoed throughout the valley and lingered in the air for a long time as they celebrated together this hard-earned and glorious victory.
The joy of victory made everyone's blood boil, and they pressed on with all their might to press on to win.
In order to completely eliminate the hidden dangers in the Dark Forest, people ground the Resentment-Clearing Pill into fine powder and threw it into the rivers and other water sources in the forest.
These powders containing powerful purifying power flowed slowly along the water. Wherever they went, the resentment in the bodies of all the creatures in the forest was cleared away bit by bit.
The trees in the forest seemed to regain vitality, and the originally withered branches and leaves gradually turned green, as if to thank them for the purification.
Today, the once dreaded Withered Moon Cult has been completely eradicated, and its eerie and terrifying lair has been reduced to ruins after fierce fighting.
The sunlight poured down unhindered like a golden waterfall, illuminating the valley that was once shrouded in evil forces.
However, despite such a significant victory, the joy on everyone's faces did not last long.
Because even though the Ku Yue Sect no longer exists, the resentment that is faintly surging over the Yunluo Continent is like an indelible haze that always lingers.
This resentment has penetrated into the spiritual energy of the Yunluo Continent, turning into wisps of shadows, quietly permeating every inch of the air, hiding between every mountain and every river.
Although it is invisible and intangible, it is like a stubborn disease, eroding the vitality and tranquility of this land all the time.
Everyone gathered together and looked at each other. Their expressions, which were originally excited by the victory, gradually cooled down, and were replaced by more solemnity and confusion.
The weapons in their hands still retained the warmth of the fierce battle, and the blood had not yet dried, slowly flowing down the sword and dripping onto the ground beneath their feet.
But at this moment, no one is willing to wipe off these traces that symbolize blood and killing.
“What should we do? Although the Ku Yue Sect has been eliminated, the resentment is still…” A casual cultivator couldn’t help but whisper, his face full of worry.