Chapter 726: Spiritual Venerable Acting Murderous

"cough cough..."

In the night sky, Master Wushang forcibly endured the injury in his body and wiped off the red blood that overflowed from the corner of his mouth. It seemed that the terrifying thunder tribulation just now had caused him serious injuries.

He looked around with a pale face, and found that the [Blood Sea Spirit Refining Array] that enveloped Shanghai Shangfang had been completely destroyed in the thunder tribulation just now.

And Ye Ming and others were obviously affected by the thunder tribulation that fell from the sky. Their faces were pale, and they looked at the thunder tribulation aura above their heads that had not yet dissipated.

The thunder calamity that fell from the sky just now was too terrifying, and even the real people of Jindan seemed very insignificant in front of it.

If it weren't for the power of the thunder tribulation all acting on the [Blood Sea Spirit Refining Formation] below, the four of them would have died on the spot.

But although the blood formation had resisted most of the power for them, the aftermath that swept all around still seriously injured them.

On the other side, the blood-colored array disk lingering in the strange black mist was still floating quietly in the void, but there were a few more eye-catching cracks on its body.

Above this formation plate, a fist-sized bead is exuding a coquettish blood-colored light, and its interior is constantly exuding a strange and bloody aura.

This blood bead was made from the blood essence of the hundreds of thousands of souls who died in Shanghai Shangfang just now. As for its function, it is unknown.

I saw that the real person Wushang forcibly suppressed the injury in his body, came to the front of the array, and then directly waved a spiritual power to carefully put away the array and the blood beads.

"let's go!"

He turned his head to look at Ye Ming and the other three, and commanded promptly.

They had a deep understanding of the horror of the thunder tribulation just now, and it was no longer a power that these Golden Core cultivators could master.

Obviously other monks intervened, or something happened that they didn't know, and now that the blood formation has been broken, the matter has completely escaped the control of the four of them.

Therefore, in the current situation where the situation is unclear, Master Wushang chose to retreat immediately. Anyway, their mission on this trip was completed.

And just when they were about to retreat, they only heard a furious sound rolling from the sea, echoing constantly in the dark night sky.

"Everyone is making a fuss about the helm of my Loose Cultivation Alliance. Are you really deceiving me in the Loose Cultivation Alliance?"

next moment,

A azure blue aura appeared in the sky above Shanghai Shangfang, and a white-browed old man dressed in apricot and yellow robes appeared from the aura.

It was the real Ouyang who retreated on Yizhou Island!

"Wushang child, your Wuji Sect dares to do such a destructive act...!"

Ouyang Zhenren looked at the messy Shanghai Shangfang below him, the shocking scene made him furious, and he shouted angrily with a gloomy face.

"Haha... Fellow Daoist Ouyang came a step late..."

The real person Wushang just smiled indifferently, ignoring the former's reprimand, and turned around and ordered:

"let's go!"

After all, the four of them flew away directly in the direction of the Wuji Sect to the north.

"Where to go!"

However, at this moment, a loud shout suddenly sounded from the ruins of Hushangfang below, and then a golden talisman appeared out of thin air.

Two dazzling auras rushed up from below at high speed, blocking the path of the four people, it was Shen Huanchi and Grandma Jinhua.

I saw that Shen Huanchi's whole body was churning with blood and blood, and the Taoist robes on their bodies were also very messy, and the whole person looked a little embarrassed.

"Do the three fellow Daoists really want to keep the four of us?"

Looking at the three of Shen Huanchi in front of him, the face of the real person Wushang seemed very calm, and there seemed to be a little mockery on listening carefully.

He deliberately emphasized the difference in the number of people between the two sides, in order to make Shen Huanchi and the three take care of them and not dare to act rashly.

After all, the four of them had consumed too much spiritual power in order to maintain the operation of the blood formation, and they were injured by the thunder tribulation that fell from the sky just now. They were not in a state of prosperity.

But for Shen Huanchi and the two Jindan real people from the Loose Cultivation Alliance, this time they fell into each other's calculations completely, and the entire Shanghai Shangfang was almost reduced to ruins.

So how could they just let each other leave so easily!

However, just as the two sides were at a stalemate, countless purple thunders suddenly appeared in the sky west of Shanghai Fang, and a huge figure seemed to be flying towards Shanghai Fang at a very high speed amid the lightning flashes.

When they felt the strong demonic energy emanating from the figure, the faces of the four of Wushang's real people couldn't help but look ugly. Obviously, they didn't expect that the fourth-order Lei Peng from the Shen family would come over.

"Go!"

The three of Shen Huanchi glanced at each other, seized the opportunity and shot at the same time, one after another violent spiritual power attack attacked the four of Wushang Zhenren.

If the three of them were still concerned that the number of each other was larger than them, then with the arrival of the Spirit Venerable, the number of Jindan cultivators on both sides will be evened out.

In the face of Shen Huanchi and other three who had already attacked, Wushang Zhenren and the other four naturally could only take action to meet the enemy, but they also knew that they could not fight.

"Fight and retreat!"

Master Wushang sent a voice transmission to the other three, and then immediately greeted Master Ouyang on the opposite side.

Both of them were cultivators who formed Purple Core, and their cultivation base was in the middle stage of Golden Core at the same time, so when they fought, there was an earth-shattering movement.

On this side, Shen Huanchi stood in the sky in the sky, wearing a dark green robe rustling, his cold eyes staring at the front.

In front of him was Ye Ming with flowing white hair. At this time, the other party was looking at him with his strange black pupils maliciously.

Suddenly, Shen Huanchi seemed to have noticed something, his body moved extremely fast, and golden charms appeared around his body.

"Pupilism?"

He looked at Ye Ming who was standing there with a little surprise, and found that black and white colors appeared in the strange black pupils of the other side, and magical powers were spreading out from his pupils.

These miraculous powers scattered in this space, directly turning into sharp blades in the void, which were quietly sweeping towards him.

"A little eyesight... why are you afraid?"

Obviously, Ye Ming was a little surprised that Shen Huanchi could discover his pupil attack in advance, and a sinister smile appeared on his fair face.

He is extremely confident in the pupil technique he has cultivated, and monks who generally don't know it are easy to be recruited. Unexpectedly, the monk from the family in front of him can sense his move in advance.

Shen Huanchi didn't answer him, and spiritual talismans appeared in front of him out of thin air, resisting the invisible space attacks of the other party.

The next moment, the six [Bi Luo Cang Hai Zhu] burst into a dazzling azure blue light, and instantly turned into a long whip of spiritual power, swept away towards Ye Ming.

Looking at the long whip of spiritual power that roared like a dragon, Ye Ming couldn't help but snorted coldly, and a dark purple long sword appeared in his hand.

In the blink of an eye, the two were already fighting together, and the colorful magical powers kept colliding, and no one could do anything in a short time.

I only heard a loud eagle cry resounding through the night sky, followed by a thick bucket of dark purple thunder that descended from the sky.

Lingzun's huge figure was hidden in this dense thunder, and he controlled the sky-shattering thunder to kill the Promise Sect Jindan cultivator directly.

Golden-winged Dapeng was originally the king of monsters, and Ling Zun was born with the ability to control thunder, making him incredibly powerful in both speed and attack.

And the Golden Core cultivator of the Promise Sect is nothing but Qingdan, and he has no powerful magic weapon in his hand. In addition, he has been seriously injured just now, so he quickly fell into a disadvantage.

He was covered with charred wounds left by lightning strikes all over his body, and there were several hideous wounds on his chest and back, and every wound had deep bones, and all flesh and blood were gone.

"Boom..."

The Jindan cultivator couldn't dodge in time, and was directly hit by an extremely domineering thunder, and the purple electric current drilled into his body instantly. UU reading www. uukanshu. com

The numbness brought by the thunder made him sluggish. When he woke up, he saw a dark claws attacking his face.

Looking at the giant claw like a sharp blade, the face of the Jindan cultivator instantly showed a look of horror, and immediately released his body-protecting spiritual power, forming a sturdy protective shield in front of him.

After the cultivator has formed a golden core, he can mobilize a part of the mighty power of heaven and earth for his own use, and he can completely move at will.

However, an incredible scene soon appeared. When Ling Zun's giant claws landed on the aura, it easily destroyed the protective shield.

Before the Jindan cultivator could scream, the sharp claws that were comparable to the fourth-order middle-grade magic weapon landed directly on his face, grabbing his entire head off his body.

A Jindan real person just fell on the spot without any resistance under the claws of Lingzun!

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(My current setting is that the strength of Ling Zun is equivalent to the middle-stage cultivator of Jindan who formed Jindan.)