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"In this battle, if you want to promote the prestige of my Nine Dragons Heavenly Sect, you can only succeed, not fail!" Elder Wentian said to the Jiedan monks behind him.

Boom!

The majestic momentum erupted from the bodies of these Jiedan monks, without reservation. All those who have not cultivated to the knot are all kneeling down, unable to look directly, like a Mount Tai pressing on them.

Thirty monks with solemn expressions, or gearing up, looking like sharpening their knives towards pigs and sheep, or agitating with evil spirits, like an army of a hundred battles, full of fighting spirit.

A strong faith arose in them.

This confidence comes from their strength, a great monk in the late Yuan Infant period leads the team, and thirty Jiedan monks are the main force, such a powerful force, if they can't bulldoze Coral City, I'm afraid they won't have the face to return to the sect.

"Come with me to Coral City!"

With that, Elder Wentian walked in the front and stepped into the deep sea undercurrent. And the thirty monks behind him rushed in, confident and confident.

Elder Wentian stepped into the deep sea undercurrent, and the surrounding scenery suddenly changed, and the surrounding sea water suddenly disappeared, replaced by a tunnel, with a flashing light and dazzling abnormality.

In the deep-sea undercurrent, a tearing force unique to the deep-sea undercurrent came, and as usual, fell on everyone's bodies. However, the force of this tearing force was very weak, and it was almost negligible to the monk of Jiedan.

However, the head of the Elder Wentian, his brows furrowed quietly.

Perhaps Brother Jiedan didn't notice it, but he clearly noticed that this tearing force was a little different from usual, as if there was a beast lurking in the wilderness.

"I hope I'm overthinking!" said Elder Wentian Nan Nan.

The speed of the deep-sea undercurrent is very fast, and it doesn't take even the time of a tea to go from one outlet to another.

Elder Wentian saw the colorful exit of the deep-sea undercurrent, and breathed a long sigh of relief in his heart, nothing happened along the way, it seems that I was too worried.

"It's coming soon!"

As soon as Elder Wentian's words fell, a sudden change occurred.

The originally faint tearing force grew exponentially in an instant, as if it had been a sleeping volcano before, but now it seemed to be resurrected and erupted violently.

The huge force of spatial tearing, in front of everyone's eyes, actually turned into a storm like substance, sweeping in.

"Be careful!" Elder Wentian shouted loudly, sounding alert.

And the thirty Jiedan monks, as the elite of the Nine Dragons Heavenly Sect, naturally they would not be fools who knew their own cultivation, and immediately raised the aura shield, and some of the monks who cultivated weakly even sacrificed defensive magic weapons.

For a while, the colorful body protection aura appeared like spring shoots in the deep-sea undercurrent, and at a glance, it was dense, like bubbles.

Boom!

The storm that the power of the space tearing turned into suddenly crashed head-on into Elder Wentian and his party. The frantic collision between the power of the space tearing and the aura of the body protector blew the aura of the body protection into a non-stop flash.

Poof!

A protective aura was torn apart by the storm, and the monk Jiedan inside was exposed to the storm with a pale face.

If this huge space-tearing force falls on you...... The monk's face was so pale that there was not even a trace of blood, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness and did not dare to think about it any further.

Seeing that the storm turned into by the tearing force was about to devour him, Elder Wentian made a move, and a giant hand composed of spiritual energy pulled this Jiedan monk down to his side out of thin air.

The storm of tearing power swept in and landed on Elder Wentian's body protection aura.

However, Elder Wentian was a monk in the late Yuan Infant period, and it was naturally impossible for a storm of this magnitude to shatter his protective aura.

"Whew-"

"Whew-"

The monk who was sent down gasped for breath, and he was afraid for a while: he didn't expect the storm of tearing power to be so terrifying, and he had already sacrificed the magic weapon of defense, and he lost points in front of Elder Wentian.

There are no longer a few monks who are as careless as him, and after him, there are still five monks who have their protective aura blown out, so that Elder Wentian has to help.

The storm was still raging, and there was no sign of stopping at all, and Elder Wentian, who was in the middle of the storm, frowned.

If it weren't for the deep sea undercurrent, he would have broken up the tearing storm with a single palm. However, this is a deep-sea undercurrent, and he can't do that.

The deep-sea undercurrent, which can span thousands of miles in an instant, contains quite mysterious spatial laws. Even if he was a cultivator of the Great Perfection of the Yuan Infant, even if he had already touched the cultivation of the power of space, he still didn't dare to make a move at will in the deep sea undercurrent.

If his action destroys the laws of space in the deep sea undercurrent, it will be a catastrophe.

Maybe he could escape with his life by relying on cultivation, but the thirty Jiedan monks who followed him would be swept into the void and would definitely die.

Elder Wentian quietly watched the raging storm, all he could do was pray that the storm would end as soon as possible.

However, the Sect Leader of the Blood Demon Sect would not just let Elder Wentian and his party go, he finally said that Elder Wentian and the others were blocked in the undercurrent of the deep sea, so they naturally had to finish their work.

"Ask the Heavenly Daoist, today is your death date!" The Blood Demon Sect Master's eyes flashed with blood, like two blood-colored whirlpools, sucking all the surrounding light into it, and there was no way to escape.

As soon as the Bloody Demon Sect Master grabbed the void, the little sun above Coral City slowly set and fell quietly in his hands, just like a kitten, very docile.

"It's a pity that this Coral City Lord has worked so hard to refine the Three Yang Orb!" the Blood Demon Sect Leader sighed, his tone tinged with regret and regret.

This Sanyang Orb is indeed a strange treasure, if it is tempered by him, it will definitely be able to become a powerful means for himself, but today, he wants to use it to deal with the people who ask the heavens and the Daoists.

Between thoughts, the mana within the main body of the Blood Demon Sect was released without reservation.

Is it blood-red, the mana that is extremely rich to the extreme, and it is continuously poured into the Sanyang Orb. The Sanyang Orb seemed to sense something, and let out a buzzing tremor, as if it was about to escape the palm of the Blood Demon Sect Master.

However, how could the Bloody Demon Sect Leader let the Three Yang Orbs succeed.

The right hand was clenched tightly, like an iron tong, holding the Sanyang Orb in the palm of his hand.

After a cup of tea, the Sanyang Orb stopped trembling, and even the originally bright aura turned into a piece of blood red, as if it was bright blood, and it would make people creepy at a glance.

"Go!"

The Blood Demon Sect Leader let out a low groan and threw the Three Yang Orb towards the deep sea undercurrent.

Then, in his eyes, the Sanyang Orb turned into a brilliant firework and exploded violently.