At the beginning, the witch asked me to push the saint flatly

Looking at Mu Qing who turned to leave, Jiang Tianlai opened his mouth several times, but couldn't say anything;

Thousands of people died. It seems that as a direct disciple of a well-known and upright sect, he should not be happy; but ~ Mu Qing gave him the feeling that it was not just that;

But the one who made the biggest noise was Jiang Xuanye, the leader of Beixuan Sect. When he heard the news, he was furious and immediately took several sect elders to the Western Regions!

There are many people as dynamic as Northern Xuanzong Jiang Xuanye;

In Guangbei Territory, all the famous sects are rushing towards the Western Territory, including the secular dynasties in the Northern Territory, are no exception!

The Central Region and the Southern Region, which are also connected to the Western Region, also started to take action;

As for the Eastern Territory; when the news spread across the Central Territory and reached the Eastern Territory, the wise and sophisticated people in the Eastern Territory were all filled with anger, but there was nothing they could do about it;

......

Western Region, among the holy cities;,

The thick blood plasma is continuously burned and condensed, and the essence and blood left behind becomes more and more pure, and less and less; while more and more black impurities are removed from the ground;

Nangong Wentian always paid attention to the thunder surging above his head, and did not dare to slack off at all; everything went according to their original plan, without any deviation!

At this time, another day and night passed in the blink of an eye!

Hu Xian's voice gradually condensed into seven futon-sized blood balls, and his voice was trembling with rest: "Everyone, it's done! It's time for us to do it ourselves!"

"Do it!"

Nangong Wentian also roared with excitement and took the lead, grabbing his own share of the blood balls in front of him;

When collecting blood last night, the seven of them took the lead in dotting their own essence and blood in the middle of the lamp, in order to give the condensed blood cells in front of them their own aura at this step;

With their fingers pinching the magic formula, a colorless flame quietly rose from the seven people's foreheads. This is the Yang Fire that belongs only to Mahayana monks;

In other words, as long as they are monks or ordinary people, they all carry Yang Fire; but only when they reach the Mahayana stage and understand some of the power of heaven and earth can they summon this fire;

The sun fire is giving the final baking to the blood cells that have been condensed for thousands of times, and the futon-sized blood cells are constantly condensing. Finally, the lead is washed away, and the solid black blood beads, carrying the evil spirits of thousands of wronged souls and karma, appear in the eyes of everyone. Under control, slowly lift off!

Nangong Wentian withdrew the Zhoutian Formation, and the rolling thunder hovering above everyone finally had a target; the thunder like a swimming dragon found an outlet in an instant;

Rumble~~~

Seven arms-thick thunderbolts, carrying the mighty power of heaven and earth, landed on seven blood beads the size of dragon's eyes with incomparable accuracy;

The beads that were originally black and evil did not fall apart or turn into powder under this thunder, but a black smoke rose from the beads;

The evil spirit on the beads has dissipated a lot, and the black beads reveal mottled red;

The moment the thunder fell, Nangong Wentian and everyone felt an overwhelming sense of oppression in their hearts. Their subconscious told themselves that they must escape from this place;

But looking at the final product in front of them, the seven of them endured the fear in their hearts and tried their best to contain their aura and evil spirit. At this point, it is impossible for Jiuji to take a step back!

There is no way, the evil spirit on the blood beads is too heavy. Without the mighty power of heaven and earth like Heaven's Punishment to help wash away the evil spirit, let alone relying on this thing to peek into the scenery of the upper world;

If you don't have a confused mind and go crazy, you will be lucky!

The seven members of Nangong Wentian stared at the blood beads baptized by the thunder in front of them, not daring to be distracted in the slightest. Under the heavenly punishment, their spiritual thoughts did not dare to cover it at all, and they could only rely on their eyesight to judge the content of the blood beads. Whether the evil spirit has been washed away;

One, two, three...

When the 12 thunderbolts from heaven fell, there was no impurity in the blood beads, and they were completely transparent, with brilliance flowing;

Just as the thirteenth thunderbolt gathered in the air, Nangong Wentian's figure flashed, and he raised his hand to hold his own blood bead in his hand. He didn't even have time to look at it carefully, and he opened his mouth and swallowed the whole blood bead into his belly;

The other six people also made the same move!

The thunder that gathered in the sky did not stop just because the blood beads were swallowed up. The thunder instantly struck Nangong Wentian and others;

Hu Xiansheng and others were well prepared and threw out a brass mirror, which immediately transformed into a three-foot-long mirror;

boom!

Hu Xiansheng vomited blood, and the mirror shattered. Most of the power of the thunder was blocked. The remaining power was resisted by Hu Xiansheng's body;

Shang Lingyun's magic weapon is a rusty heart mirror!

......

puff~

Hu Xiansheng took a mouthful of black blood and stained his long beard on his chest, but he did not dare to hesitate or heal the wound. Instead, he immediately forced the blood droplets swallowed into his body into his Dantian, and wrapped them with layers of spiritual energy, combining them with the sky thunder. The bond between them is isolated!

The others were doing the same thing;

Above the sky, dark clouds rolled, thunder shook, and silver snakes danced wildly!

Nangong Wentian and the others just lay down in the abandoned rubble, not daring to make any move; after provoking a thunderbolt, none of them could withstand it!

Breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe...

No one knows how long it took before there was a roar in the sky;

A bolt of thunder fell, and Liu Qingan's hair stood on end. Knowing that it was coming towards him, he connected his feet and exerted his body skills to the extreme, trying to dodge this fatal blow in a whimsical way;

It's a pity that heaven's punishment is locked and there is no way to avoid it!

"Ah~~"

Liu Qingan wailed and collapsed to the ground, her whole body charred and black, and she didn't know whether she was alive or dead;

But it wasn't over yet, another thunder exploded, striking Liu Qing'an's dantian;

Expanded ~

With an explosion, Liu Qingan's body exploded, and the blood beads he protected in his dantian also turned into powder, and were blown away by the breeze among the rubble!

Nangong Wentian and others couldn't even feel the least sadness over Liu Qingan's death; only by doing their best to protect the blood elixir in their dantian from leaking, could they survive!

The day before yesterday, like gods, they harvested the creatures in this city with an indifferent expression;

Today, now, they are like rats in a stinky ditch, hiding among the rubble and broken walls, praying in their hearts for the net of divine punishment to be opened;

In just half an hour, the same tragedy happened again;

This time, it’s the turn of Nangong Meier’s second master, Nangong Wentian’s uncle, the senior monk who has long since retired to seclusion: Zhao Yongchang!

Two more thunderbolts fell, first hitting the person, then breaking the dantian, the Nascent Soul of the dantian and the blood pill exploded at the same time;

The deaths of two people in succession cast a shadow on the others; Nangong Wentian raised his eyes slightly and saw that the thunder was still surging in the sky, with no sign of indifference dissipating, and a touch of despair quietly emerged from his heart;