I became a god by eating monsters, and I became immortal by killing monsters.

Chapter 30 My life is at an end
In the underground palace of the Tower of Babel, Prince Longyang stared at Yang Ning angrily.

"Is this Yang Guo's promise?"

"I've been protecting you all this way, and this is how you treat me?"

The third princess of Yang State was in tears at this time, looking at her brother the crown prince with some resentment.

"Big brother!"

"Let him go, I beg you!"

Pfft!
Yang Ning is arrogant and always looks down on his elder brother.

At this time, he knelt on the ground willingly, begging the usually foolish and dull Prince Yang Yong.

Yang Yong shook his head: "Ning'er, why would you abandon the righteousness of your family and country for personal reasons?"

"Not to mention that Jiang State and my Yang State have been fighting each other for many years."

He pointed to the stone statue in the center of the underground palace and the four sacred beast seals on the four sides of the statue.

"Ning'er, haven't you seen this stone statue?"

"Qi Shoucheng, the Imperial Preceptor of the Jiang Kingdom, keeps saying that what is sealed here is the remnant of the evil thoughts of the ancient demonic dao."

"Once it breaks free in the future, it will surely bring disaster to the world."

Having said that, Yang Yong paused and actually saluted the hideous stone statue.

"This is clearly the stone statue of the Supreme Heavenly Emperor, His Majesty Taiyi."

"We are all descendants of His Majesty Taiyi."

"How can the descendants attack their ancestors?"

"Qi Shoucheng deceived me first, so how can you blame the Yang Kingdom for betraying us later?"

Looking at Ding Yin and Di Ming who fell to the ground seriously injured, the Du brothers were in danger of life and death.

There was a madness in Long Yang's eyes.

Qi Mengqi was extremely calm. He held Long Yang's shoulders.

"Your Highness, leave it to me!"

He took out a pill from his storage ring and crushed the white jade shell.

The true appearance of the elixir was revealed.

The whole body was blood red, and there were traces of evil spirit emanating from it.

"It's the Broken Sky Pill, stop him!"

Yang Yong looked at Qi Mengqi in disbelief and shouted orders.

The Confucian monks guarding the four corners of the underground palace wrote with great speed, and pieces of cloud paper transformed into various shapes and attacked Qi Mengqi.

The Heaven-Severing Pill, the Heaven-Severing Pill, cuts off the ladder to heaven and severs the spiritual vein. The jade steps of Tongtian Palace are shattered, burning away a hundred years of sweat in one day.

The clouds in the sky dispersed, leaving the soul cold; the bones and blood in the mortal world dried up. Don't say that breaking through the realm can defy the will of heaven, but you must know that this path is a dead end.

After Qi Mengqi took the Duantian Pill, the Taoist meridians in his body turned into dragons, rushing along his spinal cord straight to the sea of ​​his torso.

The spiritual power in his body was like a dragon entering the sea, boiling endlessly.

"Is this the fourth level of the Tenglong realm?"

"It's really powerful!"

Rumble!
Thunder roared in the sky above the Immortal Palace.

Dark clouds covered the sky within a radius of a hundred miles, turning into a black vortex. The center of the vortex was facing the Tower of Babel.

Yuwen Hongren, who was blocking the entrance to the Tower of Babel, was startled by the thunder and paused for a moment with the eight-zhang-long snake spear in his hand.

Nie Wenyuan was calm and composed, so he would never miss such a good opportunity.

The cold moon is like a hook, dancing with the thunder.

In the reflection of lightning, he followed the spear shaft and slashed at Yuwen Hongren's neck.

Yuwen Hongren's soul was about to die, and he could no longer maintain his power. His eight-foot-long spear turned into a brilliant light and disappeared.

He wore a jade crown on his head, shining brightly.

Nie Wenyuan's veins bulged as he used all his strength to control the Leng Yue Blade.

However, the light of the jade crown was as solid as substance, and it deflected the blade by half an inch.

Pfft!

One of Yuwen Hongren's arms was broken with a sound.

Blood gushed out, covering Nie Wenyuan's entire body.

"Brother Nie, pay attention to finishing off the enemy!"

Feng Xuan reminded loudly.

Upon hearing this, Nie Wenyuan's mind instantly calmed down, and he secretly cursed the Confucianists for their strange methods.

The lustrous green light of the jade crown has the effect of clearing the mind and concentrating the spirit.

After Nie Wenyuan injured Yuwen Hongren, he subconsciously put away his knife and watched.

He planned to wait for Feng Xuan and Dugu Luoren to decide who was better in sword fighting.

Only after Feng Xuan's reminder did he come to his senses.

The cold moonlight returned, and Yuwen Hongren cried out in despair: "My life is over!"

But when the blade was about to hit him, he dipped his left hand in the blood of his severed arm and slapped it on his chest.

"I offer my blood to Taiyi!"

"Nie Wenyuan, come with me to see His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven!"

Dugu Luoren's sword flashed with blood: "How dare you be distracted when fighting with me!" "Sword Curtain!"

The blood-red sword light flickered like a curtain and like a blood-red waterfall, blocking everything in front of Feng Xuan.

Looking at the bright red, Feng Xuan walked slowly.

The yin and yang on the sword flowed like a drizzle, and silently, a hole was opened on the sword curtain.

Dugu Luoren stepped forward and slashed, the sword curtain turned into a powerful force, cutting gold and jade.

Tai Chi is round and sharp, but it cannot match the sharpness of Dugu Luoren's sword.

It’s not that Feng Xuan’s Tai Chi sword is not as good as Dugu Luoren’s, but that the spiritual power in Feng Xuan’s body is not condensed enough.

It is far inferior to Dugu Luoren's swordsmanship.

His eyes focused, and when the Tai Chi sword diagram was broken, the dark sword energy gathered.

A sword flew out, and his body followed the sword, heading straight for Dugu Luoren's chest.

It is the "Heavenly Sword Technique".

Dugu Luoren sneered, raised his sword and stabbed it straight ahead, not taking the sword seriously at all.

The blood evil on the sword collides with the ink-black sky evil.

The seal in Feng Xuan's hand changed, and a fireball slowly gathered and hit Dugu Luoren.

"I'm not just a sword geek who only knows swordsmanship!"

Dugu Luoren didn't expect that Feng Xuan actually had a backup plan.

boom!
There was a roar.

I thought Dugu Luoren would have some protective treasure like Yuwen Hongren.

Unexpectedly, he was blown away by the fireball and fell to the ground seriously injured.

The Heavenly Evil Sword Qi also tore the Sword Evil into pieces and poured into the opponent's body.

"Senior Brother Wen!"

Nie Wenyuan cut off Yuwen Hongren's head, took the spoils, and shouted behind him.

Wenbu's long hair was flying wildly at this time, and there were dozens of scars of various sizes all over his body.

Hearing Nie Wenyuan's voice, he did not hesitate. The black gold magic sword turned into four and attacked the three people directly.

It is the "Ten Thousand Swords Technique" inherited from the Immortal Palace.

Unfortunately, Wenbu’s cultivation level was insufficient, so he could only split twice.

Taking advantage of the moment when the sword energy took shape, he blocked Gao Hongde, Yang Hongdao and Zhang Guo.

Wimbledon pulled back.

Gao Hongde ignored the oncoming black gold magic sword.

"I don't believe the sword before my eyes is the real one!"

He drew his bow and aimed his arrow at Wenbu.

Whoosh!
The talent condensed into an arrow, which spun in the air and hit Wen Bu in the waist.

Wenbu staggered and almost fell.

Fortunately, Feng Xuan arrived in time and exerted force on the Gangfengyun body that he had just mastered.

Carrying Wen Buru on his back, he turned into a gust of wind and escaped from the Tower of Babel.

Pfft!

Gao Hongde was so excited that he was about to cheer.

But the black gold magic sword still pierced his chest firmly.

"how is this possible?"

"He's actually willing to..."

Bang!
Gao Hongde fell to the ground. Zhang Guo wanted to chase him, but Yang Hongdao grabbed him.

"We are six against three, and we are setting up an ambush."

"Not only did we lose two people, but we also failed to keep them."

"If you go after them alone, what else can you do except die?"

Zhang Guo was somewhat unwilling.

Yang Hongdao pointed to the entrance of the underground palace and said, "Don't forget, their prince is still inside."

"If they don't come back, there will be no place for them in Jiang Country anymore."

Yang Hongdao was pointing at the entrance to the underground palace with pride.

Suddenly, violent flying sand gushed out from the underground palace.

It swept across the entire Tower of Babel in an instant.

Boom!

The muffled thunder in the sky seemed to have found its target, and it fell from the disaster clouds and headed straight for the flying sand.

Yang Hongdao's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief.

He and Zhang Guo stood there in a daze, not knowing what was going on.

All they knew was that sand was gushing out from under their feet like a waterfall, as if it was going to crush them.

Silver-white lightning fell from above their heads, as if to tear them apart.

Trapped between flying sand and silver lightning, the two had no choice but to wait for death.

(End of this chapter)