Chapter 489: Drink it quickly! Otherwise you won’t be able to get it!

The dark shadow clenched his fists tightly.

He finally understood where Li Yanmo's confidence came from.

Those who went up and forced themselves to drink Meng Po soup were all from sects that had joined forces with Tianxu Tower!

But judging from the situation, this isn't a collaboration with Tianxu Tower; it's clear that they're working for Tianxu Tower!

When Black Shadow thought about the terrible appearance of the super sect he controlled, his nose almost got crooked with anger.

When it comes to winning people's hearts, he is indeed no match for Li Yanmo.

"I have been saving this Meng Po soup for 500,000 years! Can you guys drink it all up!!!"

In just a few minutes, the cultivation of Hunyuan Saint and the other thirty saints and saints all fell back to the foundation-building stage, or even the Qi training stage, but there was still a lot of Mengpo soup, as if it was endless.

The Holy Son of Hunyuan and others fell, but they were all smiling, as if their lives had meaning again.

The other Taoist monks were all moved by his act of sacrificing his life for justice, and the backs of Zhong Sanyuan and other geniuses who took over the baton were even more majestic.

Following Zhong Sanyuan and others, other disciples also rushed forward and began to drink Meng Po soup.

As the saying goes, God proposes and God disposes, there are enough places for the Supreme Golden Elixir and everyone has a chance, but considering the need to keep a low profile and not attract the attention of others, even if there are places, there will be a priority.

But now it is different. After drinking Meng Po soup, they have become mortals. A mortal will not attract other people's attention wherever he goes, so he can naturally get the infinite golden elixir in Tianxu Tower easily.

Now that God has given me food to eat, I can't even get it. I might as well suffocate myself in the toilet.

Qin Zhilan slowly moved forward, but Bai Qiu did not miss this small movement. He immediately reached out and patted Qin Zhilan's shoulder, "What do you want to do!?"

"...I really can't bear to see my disciple sacrificed. With my cultivation level, I can definitely drink more Meng Po soup!"

Bai Qiu lowered his voice and asked, "Where's the truth?"

"I feel like my cultivation level should be like this, but if I can form the Supreme Golden Core, that will be another matter."

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"Disciple, I'm here to help you!"

Qin Zhilan and Bai Qiu pulled each other back at the same time and ran straight towards the broken bowl.

Zhong Sanyuan and others drank even faster after hearing the sound.

As soon as Qin Zhilan and Bai Qiu made a move, the other super sect representatives from the Tianxu Tower Alliance immediately reacted, shouting at the top of their lungs, "I can't stand it anymore, I'll drink this Mengpo soup!"

After Qin Zhilan and the others roared and went up, the representatives of super sects such as Cang Lei were stunned where they were.

If these people only have slogans and expect others to make self-sacrifice, he will spit on them severely. But if these people go up while shouting slogans and really make self-sacrifice, he will be the one to spit on.

Qin Zhilan, Bai Qiu and others are not only elders of the sect, but also famous cultivators. They know better than anyone how much effort they have spent to reach their current level, but they are determined to do so.

In this light, it is no wonder that their disciples would rush to drink Meng Po soup without hesitation.

What kind of elders you have, what kind of descendants you will have!

Look at them, they are scrambling to drink!

Cang Lei looked down at the thunder sword in his hand, raised his head, took a deep breath, and then threw the thunder sword heavily to the ground.

"I have lived for ten thousand years, but I have become more and more cowardly! Fellow Taoists, I will drink with you!"

Cang Lei leaped up, picked up the wine jug, bent down to scoop it up, and drank it with his head tilted back. With every sip of Meng Po soup, he could feel his cultivation level declining, but his heart became incomparably clear and bright.

The representative of the Huangtian Sword Sect was stunned to see Cang Lei being so carefree and relaxed. He slapped himself hard in the face, jumped forward, and also went forward to drink.

Seeing their elder raising his head and drinking, as if what he was drinking was not Meng Po soup but jade wine, the disciples of the two super sword sects, Cang Tian and Huang Tian, ​​clenched their fists and flew forward.

Seeing that more and more disciples from super sects were willing to stop the Mengpo soup from falling, regardless of the fact that their own cultivation would be wiped out, the disciples from the first-rate sects clenched their fists, feeling moved but also annoyed with themselves.

The most common thing they say is that they think the disciples of the super sects are high and mighty, and do not treat other cultivators as human beings. They always regard the disciples of the super sects as imaginary enemies, imagining that they will get a tremendous opportunity, turn their lives around, and then rush into the super sect to kill indiscriminately.

But now it seems that they were totally wrong. Even the elders of those super sects were willing to give it their all!

"We practice hard... just to preserve our skills and watch others sacrifice themselves!" One person yelled, dropped the magic weapon in his hand and rushed forward.

Following the super sect, the first-rate sects that did not go to the Eight Desolations also took off into the air one by one and headed straight for Broken Bowl.

The elders of those first-rate sects raised their hands, wanting to stop them, but they had nothing to say.

The corner of the black shadow's mouth twitched slightly.

The Mengpo soup that he had painstakingly saved up for hundreds of thousands of years was being drunk up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Judging from the results, he was successful. The overall strength of Taoism, especially the strength of the super sect Tianxu Tower Alliance, was weakened.

But why am I so unhappy?

"Distractions! They are all distractions! There are only results in this world!"

The black shadow looked towards the Bahuang Palace. Li Yanmo did not move at all. His calm and composed look was so creepy that the black shadow decided not to wait any longer.

"Spirit Pillar! Fall!"

The palace around the giant tower opened up, and eight huge stone pillars smashed into the wilderness.

After a violent shake, the surface of the stone pillar collapsed and abundant spiritual energy burst out from it.

Bai Qiu, who was drinking Meng Po soup, was stunned and said in astonishment, "Top-grade spiritual mines! There are actually eight top-grade spiritual mines!"

"Not good! He is trying to get the ultimate spiritual ore into the Eight Wastelands!" Cang Lei, who had already fallen to the Fusion Stage, reacted, "Stop him quickly!"

"Hmph—too late!"

The black shadow raised his hand and pressed, and eight spirit pillars made of top-grade spirit stones penetrated into the Eight Desolations. In an instant, the entire Eight Desolations began to shake, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth began to boil. The attacking wild monsters swelled up as if they were overnourished, and finally exploded. Countless bone fragments flew into the air and gathered towards the direction of the Eight Desolations Palace.

The originally broken Eight Desolate Emperor's Bone suddenly moved as if it had sensed something, and the broken parts were constantly being filled.

The seven immortals who were nearly scared to death by the super sect elders but managed to survive gathered in the direction of the Eight Desolate Emperor's Bone without hesitation.

“Not good! Stop them quickly!” The elder of the Five Hells Sect instinctively felt that something was wrong and immediately summoned the Five Hells Hook. Although he succeeded in capturing one immortal, the other six immortals still managed to attach themselves to the Eight Desolate Emperor’s Bones.

Two phantom flames lit up from the eye sockets of the Eight Desolations Emperor's Bone, as if the pressure from the ancient gods was falling, and the elder of the Five Hells Sect vomited blood and flew backwards on the spot.

Hong Menglian, who couldn't stand people showing off, snorted subconsciously, and the Eight Desolate Emperor's Bones were blown away on the spot, with bones scattered all over the ground.

(End of this chapter)