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Countless monks raised their heads in horror, and the thunder and light were one after another, almost submerging the heavenly dome, and also reflecting the heaven and earth and the faces of all the cultivators as white as snow.

Before the punishment of heaven arrived, no terrible power had already fallen, and the magnificence and growth made people wonder if this world would also be destroyed in the endless thunderstorm.

"Is this a robbery?" There were still people who didn't understand the situation, and muttered to themselves, "Such a terrifying thunder tribulation, could it be that the tribulation is which evil cultivator is powerful?" ”

"This is not a catastrophe, it is a punishment from heaven!" There are not many well-informed people, "The breath of thunder is destruction with new life, but the heavenly punishment is destruction from beginning to end, and it is not difficult to distinguish between the two." ”

"Oh my God! It turned out to be a heavenly punishment! The man exclaimed, "Who brought the punishment from heaven?" Such a terrifying heavenly punishment, even if it is the supreme of the Mahayana period, he has to avoid the edge temporarily, isn't he afraid of death! ”

The self-proclaimed three-point insight of the old monsters put down their past prejudices and discussed, everyone knows that the three-dimensional realm is a man-made conspiracy, but what this conspiracy wants, and who laid it, no one knows.

The young monks, who were far less knowledgeable than the old monsters, were shocked and frightened, and the heavenly punishment was so far away that they didn't know what was going on.

The ruins of the Holy City, staying here for a long time without moving, Yu Tan also felt that the heavenly punishment was vast and majestic, and even he did not dare to have the slightest arrogance in this kind of strength.

Yu Tan looked up, only to see the thunder flickering endlessly, and was forcibly opened through the Nine Netherworld Realm, which was incompatible with the human world, and it was actually in this positive and yang aura that there were signs of instability. The Nine Netherworld is still like this, and the weak ghost clan is letting out a wail of fear, and the heart is unwilling to dissipate into nothingness under the light of thunder.

Gu Yan felt the fear of the ghosts, her body trembled slightly, and she wanted to protect them, but she was so weak that she couldn't even lift her arms.

Silent sorrow flowed with Gu Yan's emotions in the ruins, her tears had already flowed, and her eyes were deeply sunk and shocking, but she didn't look terrible, only holiness and compassion.

Even if there is merit and golden light protection, and there are sentient beings who are willing to pray for her, Gu Yan is only a female cultivator who has just advanced to the Jindan stage.

After a month of sleepless consumption of life force for the lives of the chessboard witch clan of all beings, she is already at the end of her crossbow, and even if a gust of wind blows, she may turn into ashes.

But Gu Yan knew very well that now was not the time to give up, because there were still points of light on the chessboard that had not been redeemed as she deserved, and she should not fall.

Gu Yan floated in the air, the holy white light was already extremely weak, and the points of light on the chessboard of living beings were still pouring out, as if she would not stop until her life was devoured.

At Gu Yan's feet are Feng Linyun and others, they are not as easy as her, and they have been fighting for life and death for a month, which has made their will and body close to collapse.

At this time, even a Qi Refining Stage cultivator could easily kill them.

However, there will be no Qi Refining Stage Monks in the ruins of the Holy City, and compared to a month ago, even living monks are rare in the ruins now.

The cultivators came for the chessboard of sentient beings, but the cracks on the chessboard of sentient beings were like stars in the sky, and it was useless to grab them. Since 10 days ago, they have been gone.

Otherwise, no matter how powerful Feng Linyun and the others were, no matter how powerful the hand secret treasure was, it would be impossible for them to persist until now.

The original intention has not changed, and there are still two big demons, they will not stop until they get the chessboard of all living beings, and they are still fighting fiercely with the great witch who has become a ghost clan, and the sound of the battle cannot be covered up even if it is thunder.

The big demon fought lively, and the disciples of the Qiankun Sect guarded Gu Yan, and the last battle had just ended.

Because the heavenly punishment was about to fall, no one dared to risk being punished by the heavenly way to take a shot at the favored Yan of the Heavenly Dao, but it gave them a short time to rest for a while.

Xing Zhifan was wiping his sword with a clean cloth, the cold light of the sword flickered, and the sharpness was compelling, and his gaze stayed a little longer, and he could feel that his eyes were about to be stabbed.

There is a great terror between life and death, and there is also a great opportunity, and it is easiest to break through the limit, especially if you are born to be good at fighting sword cultivation.

The Sword of Punishment Fan became sharper in the slash, and his sword intent became more and more refined, and he had already touched the sword heart realm, standing at the same height as Huo Qingqing.

Even putting aside the cultivation of the way of the sword, the improvement of Xing Zhifan's strength is also the most obvious among the disciples, and he has advanced from the early stage of Jindan to the stage of Jindan, which can be described as fast.

is also a sword cultivator, Min Chunxiao has not progressed, she has successfully advanced to the Jindan stage like Xingzhifan, but her kendo cultivation still needs to be honed.

Yang Lianshan and Luo Xiu have cultivated equally, and after a while, after digesting what they have gained in this month, they will be able to advance to the Jindan stage immediately.

Bai Keke, Gu Xingfeng's cultivation has stabilized, and Wang Xin, Dai Zi'an, Xiao Heng and others have not progressed.

Feng Linyun looked at his junior brothers and sisters, and felt relieved and very satisfied.

It was a tough fight, but they all survived.

Leaving Ji Zici, Gu Cheng and the other six people is not within the scope of Feng Linyun's consideration, and she doesn't care about the missing Gu Liang, Li Mi and Ah Hao, and it is her responsibility to leave only nine junior brothers and sisters.

, everybody alive!

Feng Lin Wan suddenly remembered one person, if it weren't for him, they would definitely have lost some people.

She has never been a person who takes help for granted, and when she felt that the matter was about to come to an end, Feng Linyun turned her face sideways, and thanked the young man sitting back to back sincerely: "Banquet friends, thank you." ”

Feng Lin Wan knew each other, they had fought side by side in the abyss for several months, but they were not familiar with each other, and even had a slight hostility.

But at such a banquet, he fought side by side with them, guarding Gu Yan together, and had already formed a deep friendship between life and death, and the estrangement was swept away.

To this day, Feng Linyun still doesn't know the identity of the banquet, and she doesn't know why he helped them, but this does not prevent her from being grateful and trusting the banquet.

"You have been a casual cultivator, can you join our Qiankun Sect after this matter? I'll introduce you and be your guarantor. Feng Linyun made an invitation, she rummaged through the mustard seed bag, took out a jade talisman and handed it to the banquet.

Feasting on this token, I couldn't help but be stunned, and immediately asked, "Why?" ”

Even if Feng Lin Wan is an inner disciple, he can't be introduced to the casual cultivation at will, once he gets into trouble, all the reasons have to be counted in Feng Lin Yun's head.

How can he afford the invitation of Feng Linyun?

"If it's because of her..."Yan glanced up at Gu Yan, pushed away the token in front of him and said lightly, "She once saved my life, and I helped you just to end this cause and effect." ”

One life for another, no delay and no arrears.

Feng Linyun didn't take back the token, he stubbornly put it in the banquet arms, and he didn't give face to expose his excuses, and asked, "How many times has Senior Sister Gu Yan saved you?" Can it be worth your protection several times regardless of life and death? ”

The banquet was not good at words, and was scolded by Feng Linyun, so he was immediately speechless, and simply kept his mouth shut.

"Heh," Feng Linyun smiled, as if she was very proud of her speechlessness, she said, "No matter what your original intention is, it is a fact that you helped us and helped Senior Sister Gu Yan." ”

If there was no deliberate cooperation from the banquet, how could the heroic spirits leave the Black Mountain in the shortest possible time and pour into the Nine Shadows?

If they hadn't feasted and helped, how could they have survived in the attack of the monks?

Feng Lin Wan only believed in his eyes to the facts, and when he came again, the banquet did not clearly refuse, so he continued to swim: "Our Qiankun faction is the largest faction in Dongzhou, there is no shortage of cultivation resources, and the internal struggle is not fierce. If you join my sect, you will always risk your life for a little bit of resources..."

Yan was still silent, he was not punished, and he was always used to hiding his emotions.

Even if he has studied the wind and forest for the world, it will be difficult to get something out of his face for a while.

Feng Linyun didn't think that the conditions he offered were not attractive enough, in fact, the treatment of the disciples of the Qiankun Sect was also extremely high among the six major sects.

Whenever it was time to recruit disciples, there were always scattered cultivators who traveled thousands of miles from distant continents and Western Deserts to compete for a qualification to become a disciple of the Qiankun Sect.

So, Feng Linyun thought that he was worried about something else.

After thinking about it slightly, she gathered the last bit of true yuan in the depleted dantian, and the secret method said: "I know that you have a grudge with Senior Sister Gu Liang, but Senior Sister Gu Liang is not such a narrow-minded person, figure out the situation, she will not have a bad relationship with you." ”

Yan Neng took the initiative to protect Gu Yan, and it didn't seem like he had a big hatred with Gu Liang; And Gu Liang has a gentle temperament and rarely makes enemies with others, so there is no misunderstanding here.

It is not difficult to settle the grievances rather than settle them, Feng Linyun feels that he is a person in the room, and it is probably not difficult to resolve the grievances between the banquet and Gu Liang.

She didn't know that the banquet and Gu Liang were river water and not well water, and Yan Xiao and Gu Liang had never died.

Feng Lin Wan didn't know that the decline of the Qiankun faction was unstoppable, and after Lin Konglan's incident, in just over ten years, the once largest sect in Dongzhou had become a second- or third-rate sect.

Yan knew all this, but with Feng Linyun's sincere face, and then thinking of Gu Yan's protection three or four times, his heart couldn't give birth to the idea of refusal, and he responded softly: ". ”

Feng Linyun suddenly smiled, she didn't look like Liu Rumei, but she was also a first-class beauty, and she smiled extraordinarily: "My cultivation is higher than you, you have to call me senior sister in the future, you are my junior brother." ”

Yan Yan was also confused by this smile, and couldn't help blushing slightly, and tilted his head uncomfortably.

He lived past the years of Yuanfeng Lin Yunchang, and asked him to call a female cultivator in the early stage of Jindan as a senior sister, but he couldn't shout it anyway.

Yan didn't listen carefully to the whispers of Feng Lin Wan and Bai Keke, he looked at the churning thunderclouds in the sky, and thought: In this case, he should be on the opposite side with Gu Tianyang, right?

Yan and Gu Tianyang got along for a while, knowing that his move was no different from betrayal in the eyes of the other party, but he did not regret his decision.

Yan already knew his heart, and he didn't want to follow Gu Tianyang.

Although his allegiance can be followed and he can become a giant in the future, it is not for him to walk.

Yan also does not want to do a killing heaven or other existence of a chess.

Abandoned by Bai Xue and Su Rilai on the other side of the sea of blood, when he was dying and dying, he finally accepted the inheritance of the king of the sea of heroes.

He is not willing to die, even if he is trapped in the struggle of many puzzles, he will always resist and live, until one day he has enough ability to jump out of the chess game.

It was precisely because of his deep unwillingness in his heart that Yan finally passed the inheritance test, and he was teleported to Montenegro, where he was extremely lucky to be rescued by Gu Yan.

Killing Heaven can no longer control him, and ordinary Yuanying Monks can't help him, he has also received the blessing of the light of merit, and the future of beauty is promising.

Yan suddenly thought of Gu Liang.

She is the same person as him, she is also in the game of non-existence, facing the situation and even his danger is several times more severe, can she survive?

In the same ruins, Yu Tan is also thinking about this problem.

The fate of the game-breaker can't be peeped into even the way of heaven, and Yu Tan can't get a result, so he simply doesn't want to think about it. He sat on the floor, carefully smoothing the creases of his sleeves, and waited for the final moment.

……

The ghost king and Yu Tan are calm about everything that happens, but some people can't accept the facts, and they still want to fight hard in the end.

On the eighth floor of the nine-story pagoda, there is nothing else here, only a piece of blood that converges into the ocean and a huge building ship on the surface of the sea.

The decks of the buildings were full of dead bodies fished out of the yellow spring water, and they were piled up on the deck like dead fish, emitting a foul smell, and the immortal dead bodies had begun to decay.

The spirits stood in the glade with expressionless faces, and they were lining up, jumping into the sea of blood one by one, and along with them there were the corpses that were being controlled.

It was a terrible scene.

The sea of blood was as calm as a mirror, and there were no bones or resentful spirits in the sea, and spirits and dead bodies fell into it, and only a circle of ripples appeared on the surface of the water, not even a drop of seawater was splashed.

Bizhu is the only living person on the deck, and she is also the master of the ladder of immortals, so easily that everything is covered by the sea.

She covered her mouth tightly, for fear that she would vomit nauseously if she was not careful, and she would annoy the one who brought trouble to herself.

Mao Tuanzi's performance is completely opposite to Bizhu, it sleeps on Bizhu's shoulder, and can also hear the sound of satisfied snoring, and it can be described as extremely sweet.

However, Bizhu and Mao Tuanzi were connected, and she knew that this guy was pretending to be asleep at all, because he couldn't afford to provoke him, and he didn't dare to mess with that one.

To Bizhu's left, a short man kneels in front of a bookcase, holding a scroll of bamboo slips, and is studying it carefully.

Feeling Bizhu's emotions, he raised his head from the bamboo slip and looked in the direction of Bizhu, and his voice was extremely pleasant: "Feel scared? ”

Bizhu shook her head, although she was extremely confident in herself at the top of Montenegro, but when she really came to the short man, she didn't dare to look at her, and lowered her eyes and said respectfully: "It's not that I'm afraid, but it's weird." ”

"It's okay, you'll get used to it." The short man said, he turned his face and continued with the bamboo slips.

The hand he held was not flesh and blood, but white bones, and his face was wrapped with wisps of black gas, which was a little weird and terrifying for no reason.

Bizhu bit her lip and remained silent.

Habit?

She wanted to get out of here!

The two of them didn't speak, and the deck fell silent.

Dead bodies and spirits fell into a sea of blood, and the sound of sinking water could not be heard, and the silence was chilling.

Half an hour later, all the spirits and dead bodies had sunk into the sea, and the deck suddenly seemed a little empty. The blackfriars came out of the cabin silently, quickly and silently cleaned the deck of all the dirt and dirt, and stood silently behind the short man.

Bizhu looked at them, hesitated, but cautiously walked over to the short man and stood quietly.

After a quarter of an hour, the short man finally put down the bamboo slip, and he walked to the side of the boat and became more and more viscous with a sea of blood, and his voice was full of disappointment: "Sure enough, it's not enough." ”

If the Netherworld Gate hadn't been opened, and the Black Mountain Heroic Spirit was still there, he wouldn't have to worry about whether it was enough.

The short man was not out of the question, and he had been prepared for it.

Immediately tearing through the void without thinking, the white bone claws grabbed down, and immediately all the monks were thrown into the sea, and in an instant, they turned into a part of the blood-colored seawater.

In the face of the powerful strength gap, these monks didn't even know what the situation was, they had completely fallen, and there was not even a soul left.

However, the short man stared at the sea of blood, still not satisfied.

These monks are just fish and shrimp, and they can't fill this huge gap even if they come ten times, after all, the number of heroes in Montenegro is extremely huge, and the monks of the Great World of the Divine Desolation.

The short man pondered for a moment, then tore through the void again, this time capturing only one powerful monk in a magnificent robe.

This monk has a strong breath, crane hair and a childish face, but his cultivation is not inferior to the ancestor of the big demon Bai Xue, and his disciples and grandchildren are tens of millions.

Suddenly he was caught, and the monk would not let the short man do it, so he opened his mouth and spat out a sword, and shouted, "O thief! Dare to plot against the deity! I'm sure to teach you to see how powerful the deity is! ”

The short man didn't say a word, he only flexed his fingers, and his white finger bones were like swords, but it was the monk who spit out the natal sword with a fast speed, and instantly broke the flying sword!

The most powerful natal swords were easily destroyed, and no matter how loud the monk screamed, he was no more than a threatening rabbit in the eyes of a short man.

Less than three rounds into the fight, the monk was seriously wounded, and he fell helplessly into the sea of blood, which was instantly swallowed by the sea and never said again.

In Bizhuyan, the sea of blood is still this sea of blood, and it does not become different because of swallowing a person, but the existence of a short man is suddenly countless times deeper.

The short man looked at the sea of blood and bowed slightly, and said to himself: "A fish can top tens of thousands of shrimps, although it takes a little effort, but it is okay." ”

His pale phalanges continued to shatter the void, and the powerful monks who were lured into the bureau were pulled out one by one and knocked down into the sea of blood. A quarter of an hour had passed, and the short man had already coped with a dozen or so people one after another!

But looking at his movements, he was as calm as the first shot, and he didn't show any fatigue.

Bizhu stood behind the short man, her face was pale, cold sweat was still breaking out, her heart had long since lost her initial calmness and determination, only boundless and endless fear.

These slain monks, without exception, were all peerless masters of the Mahayana and below!

With their cultivation and strength, they are counted in the heavenly realm of the strong, and they are also powerful people.

But they were killed so easily by the short guys!

It's as easy as chopping melons and vegetables!

What a powerful and terrible force!

How arrogant she is, she doesn't know how thick the sky is, and she even wants to negotiate terms with such an being!

Is she eligible?

No!

She didn't!

Realizing this, Bizhu was cold, and a slight despair arose in her heart.

"One day, you'll be able to do what I did." The short man said suddenly, he turned his head sideways, hiding in the shadow of his hood with blue beads in his eyes, "Do you believe it?" ”

Bizhu's lips were trembling, but the overload of fear had made her forget her instinct for pronunciation, and she didn't know how to answer the short question.

This is a terrible lunatic!

She's leaving!

She wants to leave!

The short man didn't think about getting Bizhu's answer, and continued: "It's inevitable. Because you and I are both born with great fortune, no one can be qualified to become immortals. ”

"But you're lucky." The short man's voice was still calm.

Bizhu could really feel that he was unwilling, and her legs suddenly weakened, and she almost couldn't stand up.

"Don't be afraid." The short man seemed to be able to get a glimpse of what Bizhu was thinking, and comforted him.

Although he was talking to Bizhu, his hand movements did not stop, and he was still hunting the monk.

It's really insincere to kill and comfort at the same time.

Bizhu reacted to tell the short man this clearly, because she was already so frightened that she fell to the ground, and she was unable to get up because of the short man's breath.

Mao Tuanzi fell off her shoulder, different from the usual arrogant and underwhelming Bizhu, it now looks extremely well-behaved, and it doesn't snort when it is pressed by Bizhu's weight.

The short man didn't pay any attention to Bizhu, he cut through the void, and became a ghost clan, and the two great witches were immediately caught. After a month of fierce fighting, they were extremely weak, and they were beaten into the sea of blood without even making a move to resist.

The short white bone finger swiped again, the void shattered, and a blackbird and a big snake were caught at the same time, they continued to struggle under the clamps of the invisible big hand, but it was a grasshopper shaking the tree.

The short man was not in a hurry to throw them into the sea of blood, he looked down at Bizhu on the deck, and said calmly and indifferently, "Now, it's your turn, lucky girl." ”

If the first to kill those ordinary monks is fish and shrimp, and the second to hunt and kill the monks is an ordinary big fish, then Bizhu is the biggest big fish, or take the initiative to send the door.

The finale is always last.

The short man thought like this, and was about to knock the blackbird and the big snake into the sea of blood, but his body shook heavily, and his soul felt a sharp pain, and he almost fell to the ground.

Taking advantage of this rare opportunity, the two big demons struggled with all their might, and they actually got rid of the coercion, supported each other and tore through the void, and they were about to escape.