Chapter 1393 The Accusation of 4.32 Million Monks! !

"I'll go take a look..." Qian Xiao looked around and said to Xun Zhuoyi.

"What are you going to do?" Xun Zhuoyi pulled Gan Xiao's sleeves and said, "You are a disciple of Yu Lei Sect!"

"I'm even a human from the Ten Thousand Demon Realm!" Gan Xiao pulled out his sleeves angrily, Xun Zhuoyi had no choice but to let go, and said via voice transmission, "If there is any difference, come and find me, the master has left a magic weapon..."

"Hmph..." Gan Xiao snorted coldly, and flew away without looking back.

"Everyone..." Gan Xiao just flew out, and the Nascent Soul Nvxiu named Xiaomei flew up with the blood tablet in her hand, and said loudly, "This is a magic weapon obtained by a fellow Taoist. At that time, it was comparable to a full-strength attack by a ninth-rank monk of Yuanli! I know that we, the low-ranking monks, are insignificant, and in Meng Pingqing’s eyes, we are nothing more than ants, but we are also humans from the Ten Thousand Monster Realm, and we also deserve the grace of Xiao Sheng to save the world , also thanks to the Good Fortune Gate’s expedition to the Ten Thousand Demon Realm, we just want to ask Meng Pingqing why he killed the Good Fortune Gate and why he sacrificed millions of disciples with blood!”

Gan Xiao stopped, his heart was touched, yes, although these monks are very weak, they can kill hundreds of people with a single slap, but their aura is not inferior to him, what qualifications do he have to stop them? What qualifications do I have to ask them? ?

"We have to tell Meng Pingqing, don't think that he is going to become a great sage of the human race, don't think that he is the supreme being in the world, and we will definitely listen to him! Before justice, all monks are equal!"

"We also want to tell Meng Pingqing, don't think that after 30,000 years, no one will ask the truth about the past, and no one will think about the kindness of the past. Time may dilute the hatred, but it will definitely make the anger more brewing! "

"We are ants, we are weak, but our hearts are not weak, our hearts are still huge..."

"Brush..." Qian Xiao's eyes were a little hazy, and tears couldn't help gushing out, yes, just now he complained about his weakness.

"Come on..." The Nascent Soul cultivator named Qin Mei raised her hand, and the blood stele flew into the air, "Pfft" she was the first to spit out blood, and shouted, "Bring our blood, let the blood The monument stores the wishes of all of us, and we want to hear, Meng Pingqing, why did you kill the Good Fortune Gate? If you think you can cover the sky with one hand, then... Come on! We are not afraid of death, we are afraid of such an unclear life! !!"

"That's right! We're not afraid of death, we're afraid of such an unclear life!!!" Gan Xiao clenched his fists tightly, tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, he felt that Qin Mei's words touched his heart!

"I'm coming, I'm coming..."

"Puff puff puff..." All around Qin Mei, monks scrambled one by one, spurting mouthfuls of blood. The palm-sized blood tablet gradually grew larger, and the blood on the blood tablet became thicker and thicker. A strange rune Gradually take shape.

"Haha, haha..." Meng Pingqing, who was congealing bloody dragon patterns in the distance, laughed up to the sky. With a wave of his hand, the thirty-three celestial alliance leaders stood up, and a voice sounded like thunder, "It's just a group of small ants, dare to be here You are so arrogant in front of this old man, you don’t even know what it means to be a great sage of the human race!”

"We don't know what the great sage of the human race means!" Long Wuqian flew out and said coldly, "But we know that killing the fortune gate means betrayal, and blood sacrifice to the disciples of the fortune gate means extinction, and you, you have Demon dragon bloodline, this means that you... are not a pure human race!!"

"Ah? Demon dragon, the blood of the demon dragon??"

Li Nianxiao and others were startled, and hurriedly looked at the bloodstains on Meng Pingqing's body!

"Haha, what does a little Qi refining disciple know?" Meng Pingqing didn't panic at all, and laughed again, "This old man has dragon energy in his blood. This is something that all the leaders of the Heavenly Alliance know. ?”

"I said that you are the blood of the devil dragon, that is the blood of the devil dragon!" Long Wuqian shouted, "Your blood of the devil dragon is just covered by...the immortals using immortal methods!"

"Get out!" Meng Pingqing roared angrily, "Papa..." Long Wuqian's body burst immediately.

"What are you doing!" Qin Jian rushed out, caught Long Wuqian who had fallen into the air, and roared at Meng Pingqing, "You are getting angry from embarrassment. If you are not afraid, why don't you let him finish?"

"Nonsense!" Meng Pingqing ignored it and continued to urge the dragon pattern to condense her body!

Gan Xiaofei came over, supported Long Wuqian, and fed him a panacea. Long Wuqian nodded at him, still standing tenaciously in the air.

I don't know if it was harassed or encountered a bottleneck, the dragon pattern condensed on Meng Pingqing's abdomen and stopped, the surrounding thunder still soared into the sky, but Meng Pingqing's face showed anxiety, he couldn't help but look at the sky.

The sky was as clear as blue, the sun hadn't set yet, and the moon hadn't risen yet, but unfortunately, two suns and three moons were hanging in the sky at the same time.

"Pfft..." When the last mouthful of blood was spurted in, the blood tablet was more than a hundred feet in size, Long Wuqian flew out with difficulty, raised the blood tablet and flew towards him, saying, "It's my turn!"

"You... you'd better forget it..." Qin Jian hastily blocked him, and said, "You are already injured, and if you use your essence and blood, it will be bad for Daoji!"

"You don't need it!" Gan Xiao raised his hand to block the blood tablet, and with his big hand, the blood tablet gradually shrunk. He said to Long Wuqian, "Just follow me!"

"Okay!" Long Wuqian thought for a moment, nodded in agreement, then turned around and bowed to the millions of low-ranking monks, "Longmou pleads guilty, but Longmou also assures fellow Taoists that the blood monument is in Longmou Now, the Blood Monument Broken Dragon is dead!"

After speaking, Long Wuqian resolutely followed Gan Xiao to the edge of the sword formation!

"Meng Pingqing..." Long Wuqian stood still in the sword array, raised his hand to sacrifice the blood tablet, looked at Meng Pingqing and said, "I, Long Wuqian, represent 4.32 million monks, and even more so represent tens of billions or tens of billions. The human race who cannot come to Qingtian Peak asks you, why did you kill the Good Fortune Gate, why did you sacrifice millions of disciples with blood!!!”

"Hmph..." Meng Pingqing's eyes flashed with lightning, and he said coldly, "You wait for a yellow-mouthed child, I don't want to speak up, but if you make such a big stunt, if I don't say it, I will look guilty! I have never Blood sacrifices to millions of Fortune Sect disciples, and even if the old man kills the Good Fortune Sect, so what? The Good Fortune Sect at this time is no longer Xiao Sheng’s Good Fortune Sect, but just a school and a sect..."

"Bullshit..." Before Meng Pingqing finished speaking, another roar came from another direction, but he saw a monk with a broken arm holding a flying sword!

"Chen Mengxiao, it's Chen Mengxiao..."

"The head of the Creation Sect, he...why did he appear?"

"Meng Pingqing said a year ago that he would become a saint at Qingtian Peak. Isn't this a letter of war? How could Chen Mengxiao not come?"

"How is it possible?" Even Meng Pingqing was surprised, and thought to himself, "It was here that day, the old man and Chen Mengxiao almost lost both sides! Chen Mengxiao's head, left hand and right foot were all destroyed by the old man, oh, by the way, his right The eye was also caught by the old man, he... how could he recover so well? The old man has a chance, he won't?"