Chapter 574: Decapitation

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read2();　　 Bai Mingxiu once said that he has five ancient music chapters, with unpredictable power, and the first sorrowful wind has frozen the sea, and you can see what he said It's worthwhile, with great terror
Above the sky, the vitality sea, which was sealed by the bleak wind and ice, fell straight into the giant sea beyond the sea moon cliff, causing continuous ups and downs. The turbulent giant sea wave rose again, and the giant wave roared The sea was full of cracks, ups and downs, but compared to the precarious one, Yuan Jiang's situation above the monks' heads was undoubtedly more critical at this time.
The origin core is almost completely frozen, and it is impossible to even mobilize any vitality to counterattack. It can only rely on the water flowing out of the sea to unblock it slowly. This is an extremely long process, but obviously, the opposite Bai Ming Xiu would not give Yuan Jiang such a long time.
　　 The sound of the piano re-emerged, resounding throughout the world, the second movement, bitter rain!
The bitter rain, the long-lasting catastrophic rain, so accompanied by bursts of miserable piano sounds, the entire Horn of the Moon on the shore of the giant sea suddenly changed drastically. The clear and sunny sky was suddenly overcast and rainy, and then whistled in the desolate wind. Below, a drop of rain appeared out of thin air and fell straight down.
All the monks in the big formation were attracted by the vision above, because the entire Horn of the Sea Moon seemed to be shrouded in the entire Nine Nether Realm in the blink of an eye, and the rain falling on the sky was all black as ink, with With the bitterness and despair visible to the naked eye.
The bitter rain from the underworld has already affected the mood of a large number of monks before it landed, but Yuan Chuan, who was already broken in his mood and lacking his dao bones, was even more unbearable at this time. Shang was completely distorted because of fear, and kept wailing in horror.
Yuan Chuan’s wailing sound was so harsh in the silent array, and when a large number of Haicuo sect monks saw it, they all showed deep contempt and helplessness, because this is their young master, and they Sect Master is above the sky, fighting for the blood of the entire sect.
　　 Tiger father, dog son!
　　 Suddenly, an old figure wearing a Haicuozong Taoist robe appeared directly beside Yuan Chuan, and then stretched out his left hand to lift the latter like a chicken, and his right hand slapped Yuan Chuan's cheek without hesitation.
　　 After three crisp slaps, Yuan Chuan's wailing stopped abruptly, and then his frightened eyes returned to a little clearness, but he still gasped like a cow.
The elder Hai Cuozong let go and let Yuan Chuan slip and fall to the ground. Then he sighed slightly, his figure moved slightly, and he appeared directly in front of the non-Hai Cuozong cultivator, arching his hand forward, lightly Lightly opened the mouth and said:
"Dear friends, the Hai Cuo Sect is very grateful for your help. If you are lucky enough to survive this catastrophe, you will be rewarded. However, the situation is critical. The ups and downs of this sect will soon be broken. You don't need to swear to death with our sect. Stay here, there is a road behind the cliff to retreat, please avoid m first, this Haiyue cliff is where the sect of our sea wrong sect is located, my duty is to guard this giant sea, you can rest assured , Haicuozong's tens of thousands of disciples will never take a step back!"
The words of the Great Elder of Haicuozong are absolutely firm, because the Qianlong Secret Realm still has some time to open, so some other big sects such as Dao Palace, Sun Moon Sect, etc. have not arrived yet, so everyone in front of the Haicuozong The cultivators are all small sects from all over Daxia, and they are mostly young cultivators, so just as he said, if these cultivators continue to stay here, it is no different from dying.
After 　　, the Great Elder Hai Cuozong paused for a few breaths, then sighed again, bowed deeply, and continued to speak:
　　 "The old man also has an unrelenting request. Please take me with you, the young master of the sea clan sect when you leave. This child is not bad in his heart, and I believe that he can find his own bones."
　　 The old elder's voice had not fallen yet, and the roar from Yuan Chuan suddenly sounded from his side:
　　 "I will not go, I am the Young Master of Haicuo Sect, I will not go!"
After that, Yuan Chuan's eyes suddenly became red, and he did not know where to emerge a force, and he strode towards the giant sea in front of him step by step, making a hoarse roar as he walked, and the second grade Dao behind him The ghost of Donghai Sea gradually appeared.
Suddenly, the bitter rain falling from the sky directly fell on the entire array. There was no loud noise or brilliance that swept the surrounding area, but it was in this silent and breathless, the entire huge ocean ups and downs. , There have been black spots spreading little by little, and they are constantly being corroded.
The elder Haicuozong’s old face was instantly covered with wisps of black energy. He who has been studying the ups and downs of the sea for half his life has almost merged himself with this great formation. In other words, he is strong. Strong, he will be injured by the formation of injuries. Once the great formation of the sea is completely broken, he will also die.
　　 Sea Cuosong Grand Elder then suddenly turned around, rushing the last trace of his body madly into the large formation above, and roared:
　　 "Everyone, hurry up, cultivators of the Haicuozong, fight to the death and kill!"
"Roar!"
A Haicuozong monk wearing blue robes roared up to the sky, no longer hesitating, the Dao soul behind it was directly shattered and exploded, overdrawing all the vitality and injecting it into the big formation, making the entire ocean ups and downs abruptly. The birthplace turned back to turquoise blue, and at the same time the bitter rain falling from the sky was blocked.
　　 "Hai Cuozong is still fierce, no wonder the Empress Wu trained you like this at that time, and let you guard the front line of the giant sea."
Bai Mingxiu, who was playing the qin, raised his head, stared at the front, and faintly opened his mouth. In front of him, the center of all the bitter rain was the Donghai Jun who was still frozen in ice, with a huge embroidered picture suspended above his head. , Resisting the black raindrops, and then Yuan Jiang's response sounded immediately:
　　 "Haicuozong was originally a small sect along the coast. Fortunately, Princess Wu supported her, so naturally we can't forget our roots!"
　　 "What a great one, you can't forget your roots!"
　　 Bai Mingxiu's hoarse and terrifying voice carried an inexplicable emotion, and then he continued to stretch his hands to the Huangquanqin below, plucking the strings, and at the same time, the sound spread out along with the sound of the piano, resounding across the sky in a blink of an eye.
　　 "If you can't forget your roots, then use your life to pay it back. Your roots are sealed by the bleak wind, and Haicuotu is trapped by the bitter rain. There is no other means. Therefore, the Haicuo Sect is destined to be destroyed today. Chapter Three, Guillotine!"
　　 The voice fell, and the desolate piano sound contained infinite murderous intent. At the same time, a small guillotine, only a few feet long, appeared beside the head of Donghai Jun. On the side of the guillotine, several phantoms appeared, appearing gloomy and hideous.
　　 Then, these phantoms let out weird laughs, directly pushing the guillotine to close, and at the next breath, a stream of bright red blood rose from the sky.
Below 　　, watching all this, Yuan Chuan knelt down and let out a terrible roar:
　　 "No! Father!"