Negative Energy Transfer: System Domination

They all went to Piaomiao Sect to attend the event.

Then he took the Holy Son Liu Changqing and rushed to Piaomiao Sect.

An hour later.

"Well, not bad, you didn't embarrass me."

Hearing this, Han Changkong knew with his butt that this woman was trying to show off.

So he quickly spoke:

"Master's teaching is indeed effective."

"Well, the master leads you to the door, but the practice is up to you."

"Without Master's guidance, how could this disciple achieve Dan Formation within two years?"

Shangguan Xue, who was standing by, couldn't bear to watch it anymore.

Quickly send a message:

"That's enough, there are so many people watching."

Then Zhong Wan amplified the voice:

"My fellow Daoists, since my disciple has already reached the Golden Core stage, he should participate in the Golden Core competition next."

No one could think of a reason to refuse.

When they just advanced, everyone was watching, how could they fake it?

But everyone thinks that the Wendao Sect is about to rise.

Han Changkong's affairs quickly spread throughout the continent.

At this time, in a dark corner of Luoxia Continent.

"Should we still give the Wendao Sect a chance to develop?"

"Can you defeat that old man from the Daoist Sect?"

"Let's join forces."

"Hmph, join forces. Last time we joined forces with seven people, five were injured and two died. Now five people join forces, how many do you think we can get back?"

"But we can't let them develop. If that old man breaks through to the third level of the Tribulation, we won't be able to get ahead."

"That's right, and they also found the Heavenly Sword."

"How about we defeat each of their peaks one by one?"

"There's no rush right now. If that old man fights us to death, he might die, but at least two of us will die."

The five people were shocked. In this world of cultivating immortals, it is a common practice that a fellow Taoist would rather die than let oneself die.

It took tens of thousands of years of practice to survive.

Who wants to take the blame?

The monks who were of the same generation as them.

There are also some extremely talented people.

It can be said that whoever stands in the way will be killed, and whoever stands in the way will be killed.

Every dog ​​that passed by had to be given two big beatings.

But now?

The grass on the grave is two meters high.

So if you want to cultivate immortality, you still have to survive.

"I think since you all have the same idea, why don't we just wait and see."

"That's right, we've already outlasted so many geniuses."

"Right, right, right. So many people have died from enduring hardships. One more old man from the Taoist sect won't be any less."

"Besides, he was injured last time. It will be difficult for him to successfully overcome the tribulation this time."

"Then let's all go away."

Then everyone disappeared in an instant.

If Han Changkong discovered the conversation between these people at this time.

I guess he would jump up and curse.

There are people who are more cowardly than me?

You are the great masters who have overcome tribulations.

However, standing opposite Han Changkong was a cultivator in the late Jindan stage.

The golden elixir battle between the two is about to begin.

"Junior brother, use all your strength."

Han Changkong was stunned?

I'm really afraid of killing you with one punch.

"Brother, take this."

Then the figure rushed out very quickly.

"bang"

A punch hit the monk's defensive shield.

"Fuck, so hard?"

Then his body suddenly retreated.

It seems that if I face a late Jindan cultivator, I still have to show some real skills.

The cultivator in the late Jindan stage also looked very proud.

Then, Han Changkong shouted loudly.

"Sword Comes"

Then he used the Questioning Heaven Sword Technique.

All I saw was an overwhelming amount of sword energy gathering together.

A huge sword shadow suddenly appeared in the void.

Everyone in the stands was stunned.

Is this the method that Jindan can use?

The next moment, the late Jindan cultivator hurriedly spoke:

"Brother, brother, it's just a duel. It's not that serious. Can't I just admit defeat?"

Hearing this, Han Changkong dispelled the sword shadow.

However, Wen Zhiruo at Wenjian Peak felt that all the spiritual power in her body had been drained.

Then he lay on the ground with no desire to live.

I finally avoided being struck by lightning for the past two months, but now my spiritual power has mysteriously disappeared.

What's going on?

Piaomiao Sect’s martial arts arena.

"Wendao Zongsheng!"

Han Changkong then walked off the stage slowly as if nothing had happened.

Several disciples from Wenjian Peak looked at Han Changkong with burning eyes.

"Brother, we want to learn kendo from you."

Han Changkong didn't care:

"After you go back, you can come and ask Danfeng to find me."