Now that you have betrayed the sect, who will still pamper you?.

Chapter 798 Fellow Daoist, why do you only have one head left?

Inside the minefield.

The three Qingluan Sword Bamboos were covered in spring thunder, dyed light blue. The original blue thunder in the thunder pool was forced back into the thunder pool, leaving only a little blue thunder remaining on the complex root system.

Jiang Han raised his hand and clenched it, and the spring thunder was slowly released from his palm, without arrogance or impatience, and without a single mistake.

Until a certain moment, the light blue color finally completely enveloped the sword bamboo. His eyes flashed, and Chunlei immediately wrapped the sword bamboo and lifted it up slightly.

crackling——

The sword bamboo rose a little, and a slight ripple appeared in the thunder pool, but it soon calmed down again.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and gently controlled the sword intent to pull the sword bamboo up a little more. He repeated this cycle over and over again, and in just half an hour, he was able to pull the sword bamboo up completely.

But at this moment, there was a sudden rumble of thunder in the sky, and a hidden violent aura fell rapidly from the sky.

Jiang Han's eyes narrowed, and he immediately looked up, only to see the thunderclouds above trembling slightly, with clouds constantly swelling, as if something was trying to force its way out of them.

There were also streaks of thunder and lightning roaring and flashing on the edge of the clouds, as if a calamity had descended from heaven, emitting bursts of manic aura.

Even the thunder pool under his feet was affected. The surface of the pool vibrated and ripples appeared, like a bloodthirsty beast about to awaken.

"What happened? Why are the thunderclouds a little unstable?"

The thundercloud is connected to the thunder ball above. If something happens to the thundercloud, the thunder ball will be attracted, and the thunder pool as the core under the feet will also be affected.

When the three of them erupt together, their power will be no less than the storm of laws, or even greater.

According to records of the Thunder Domain, since the discovery of this Thunder Domain, the thunder ball there has been empty for more than a month each time, without exception.

Why is it so abnormal today?

Jiang Han had a bad feeling in his heart, so he quickened his movements. He wanted to take out the sword bamboo as quickly as possible before the thunder zone started to riot.

If things cannot be done, he can only give up these three sword bamboos.

Not far away, Gu Jianlin, who was concentrating on protecting the law, frowned. After a moment, he suddenly stood up and saluted respectfully in the direction of the Thunder Pond:

"Your Highness, this Qingmang Mountain Thunder Region has been very stable since it appeared in the world, and has never seen such a strange phenomenon."

"Just now, the Thunder Law suddenly became violent and extremely unstable. Perhaps something unexpected happened."

"Your Highness, it would be better for you to leave first. Although the Blue Luan Sword Bamboo is rare, there are always alternatives. If Your Highness gets caught up in the riot in the Thunder Pond, the consequences will be disastrous."

As a powerful swordsman who has experienced hundreds of battles, Gu Jianlin is extremely sensitive to crises.

Although these were just minor changes at the moment, they made him feel extremely uneasy. As time passed, this uneasiness gradually turned into a feeling of anxiety, as if something bad was about to happen.

Whatever made him so anxious must not be a trivial matter.

What's more, His Highness is extremely talented and is bound to be coveted by others, especially those guys from the Lingtian Sect. After suffering such a great loss, they must be thinking of getting rid of His Highness at all times.

Now that His Highness is standing in the minefield, and the situation seems unlikely to end in a short period of time, it is a perfect opportunity to launch an ambush.

"Don't worry about it."

Jiang Han was calm and composed.

He still had a lot of small teleportation orders in his storage ring. Even if something really happened in the Thunder Domain, he could forcibly break through the space and leave here.

Gu Jianlin wanted to persuade him again, but he saw a line of pink flowers flying out from the thunder pool, with densely packed green array disks inside, and it fell into the scorched earth with a whistling sound.

The points where they landed were staggered, faintly forming a thousand-foot-long peach blossom, and the thunder pool was right in the middle of the flower.

In an instant, one array plate after another lit up with brilliant pink light, and the light connected with each other, condensing into a huge pink shield that fell upside down.

"With this formation protecting us, even if a Divine Transformation cultivator comes in person, he can still hold out for nearly an hour. Patriarch Gu, just focus on protecting the Dharma."

Gu Jianlin's face changed drastically, and his heart was in turmoil.

Those formation plates were clearly only seventh-tier formation plates, and they contained both offensive and defensive formations, so how did they form an eighth-tier defensive formation in the blink of an eye?

You know, there is a fundamentally irreconcilable realm barrier between each level of formation. His Highness actually eliminated this realm barrier with a wave of his hand, and regarded it as a material for the formation, and together formed an eighth-level formation!

Such an incredible method can be called a magic!

Gu Jianlin barely suppressed the shock in his heart, bowed quickly in response, and became extremely alert, paying close attention to the movements around him.

And two hundred miles away from the Thunder Pool, there is a dark red scorched mountain top.

A black-robed figure shrouded in black mist stood quietly here, holding a palm-sized square bronze mirror in his hand, which showed the current situation in the thunder pool.

His aura was completely covered by the black fog, with no trace of it exposed. There was also black fog rolling around his face, making it impossible to see his appearance clearly.

But if you look closely, you can find that those are not black fogs, but ferocious beast souls roaring miserably.

At this moment, he watched the formation taking shape in the small mirror, his pupils immediately flashed with a strange color, and he chuckled, "This formation... is quite alert."

He put away the small mirror and stood with his hands behind his back. Then he took a step forward and his figure disappeared in an instant. When he reappeared, he had crossed a distance of a hundred miles and appeared in a valley.

"Such genius must taste delicious."

A hoarse laugh echoed between heaven and earth, but then his body suddenly froze and he turned his head sharply to look at a small hill on the right.

There, there was a slender figure in a purple-red Taoist robe standing with his hands behind his back, looking at him calmly.

The man in black was suddenly startled. He was always paying attention to his surroundings and didn't even notice how the other party appeared!

However, he quickly calmed down and chuckled, "It's been many years since we last met. Fellow Daoist Zhou is still as charming as ever."

Although his tone was calm, the black mist that suddenly solidified in his mind was enough to show that his heart was not as calm as he appeared on the surface.

Zhou Siwen's expression remained calm. A flash of red light flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly curled his lips into a smile.

"So you're a rat from the demon tribe. Why are you pretending to be someone I know? Do you really think you can hide this from me?"

"You dare to lead me here, so you must be ready to die."

He raised his right hand slightly, and suddenly thirty-six flying swords of various colors appeared in the sky. The pungent scarlet air spread in the wind, covering the valley tightly, and the sky and the earth suddenly turned red.

Seeing this, the black mist on the man in black suddenly paused for a moment, then he grinned and laughed towards the sky: "You are so good, Zhou Siwen, what a bloody sword you have."

"But, even if you recognize me as a demon, what does it matter? Since I dared to lure you here today, I am naturally confident in dealing with you!"

As he spoke, the black mist around him began to boil violently, transforming into ferocious beasts with bared fangs and claws. They opened their bloody mouths and leaped out, roaring and rushing towards the scarlet air above.

"Come out, Fellow Daoist Lian! Today, you and I will join forces to show this ungrateful swordsman the terrifying power of our demon race's holy blood. Hahahaha!"

"Fellow Daoist Lian? You're talking about this piece of trash?"

As soon as Zhou Siwen thought about it, a huge head as big as a hill fell from the void and hit the ground with a loud bang, shaking the ground beneath his feet.

Ga? ?

The wild laughter stopped abruptly, and the black mist beast soul, with its fangs and claws bared, suddenly froze in mid-air, and a pair of strange black pupils looked at the beast head in unison.

The arrogance and bloodlust in his eyes suddenly disappeared, leaving only the trembling of extreme fear.

"Lian, Fellow Daoist Lian?"

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