The man in the white mist withdrew his hand and looked at the remaining seven people.
"I don't want this to happen again!"
"yes!"
After they left the hall, they saw the person hanging on the magatama jade lock from afar.
Long Xing was actually sentenced to the punishment of soul-calling. His soul was locked up with the magatama lock and he was tortured day and night by Yin Zhuo and Yang Shui. The pain made several people shudder violently.
"Forget it, let's go. Long Xing is like this, it's all his own fault. Your Highness originally kept the Blood Moon Disk for many uses, but now Long Xing has opened it first. Although the blood pool has collected a lot of new energy, it has also ruined Your Highness's plan."
The others looked at the blood-red stains on the wall with indifference in their eyes.
"Let's go."
Yun Chong followed behind a few people and turned around to look at the person on the jade hook on the high wall.
Those wide-open eyes were still full of resentment and unwillingness.
I heard that after someone once held great faith and fell into angelism, the resentment they generate would be a thousand times, or even more than that of an ordinary person...
This loyal believer of the temple had risked his life for the temple and that person all his life, but in the end he ended up in this situation. Yun Chong couldn't help but sneer at him.
Of course he was the one who leaked the news.
The birth of the Son of Luck in the Pankong Realm under his jurisdiction was enough for him to take credit for it.
It’s a pity that his good luck didn’t continue.
The appearance of that Ni almost ruined too many plans, so that now, many things have collapsed again and again.
Even the main formation that was once set up there for sacrifice collapsed.
Even though he knew that what his subordinates reported might be a reason, he couldn't help but feel doubtful and dissatisfied after thinking about it.
The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became.
There are many coincidences in the world, but what if they are connected together?
Pankong Realm...that place had lost too much contact with them because of the war, but the legends there, and some people in the temple who knew the history, all had some ideas.
The place where a saint almost appeared several times, the world that had fallen and been damaged countless times but still remained intact.
Now the Son of Fortune was born there, and the one born with him, Ni, seemed to be even more favored by Heaven.
Oh, Heaven! What the Holy King Palace, the Demon Alliance, and the Immortal Alliance have been pursuing and exploring!
However, the Heavenly Dao of the Floating Ten Thousand Realms was proven to be incomplete many years ago.
The so-called "completeness" is also the direction that countless creatures in the floating universe strive for, generation after generation.
The decline of the Son of Heaven, the disconnection of the Pankong Continent, all these things require someone to stir up this muddy water even more.
This allows him to fish in troubled waters and escape death!
Long Xing is the most suitable candidate among them!
Of course, this is not his fault.
If Long Xing hadn't been so anxious to show off in front of His Highness, and hadn't been so eager to step on him to get to the top, and if His Highness had trusted him more, things might have been different.
What a pity...
As the blood rain fell, corroded black holes immediately appeared on the ground, and the fishy and pungent smell made people nauseous.
Sitting on the spaceship, Si Qing's face looked extremely ugly as he watched the protective shield become thinner again.
A few more spirit stones were placed into the spirit ship's formation plate.
He had quite a few of these things hidden on him.
After all, their tribe has stored a lot of this stuff, and there are also many underground.
However, in today's Meteorite Flame Realm, cultivators no longer cultivate spiritual energy.
The so-called spirit stones have become an accumulation.
Si Qing was not heartbroken. After putting down the spirit stone, he and A Rong waited quietly for Shen Qingyi to catch his breath.
Shen Qingyi's expression on the opposite side gradually improved.
He was able to fight his way out of so many bloodthirsty tribes and cause them heavy losses.
Shen Qingyi's combat power is undoubtedly very strong.
What made Si Qing even more excited was that Shen Qingyi was also a Confucian cultivator!
Maybe... Shen Qingyi didn't kill him because she also felt the aura on him.
In an instant, all kinds of emotions flooded my heart.
The feeling of finding companions and being recognized made Si Qing's eyes red.
He thought, he must tell his people that there are still people like them in this world! They are not the rats who live in the stinking ditch and cannot see the sun!
The two auras in Shen Qingyi's body have gradually stabilized.
A clear dividing line has formed on both sides of the two dantians.
Zhu Sheng occupies one side, and the half mark that resembles a broadsword occupies another side.
At this moment, Shen Qingyi seemed to be in a desolate battlefield, where there were abandoned and discarded broken soldiers and armor everywhere.
Thick black smoke mixed with blood mist almost covered half the sky.
I couldn't tell whether the road under my feet was mud, blood, or something else.
The scene here made Shen Qingyi feel as if there was a buildup of air in his chest, unable to go up or down, and he felt suffocated.
This place was the most desolate, dilapidated, and brutal battlefield she had ever seen.
It was clearly a plain with flat terrain, but in the distance there were mountains made of corpses.
It seems that I can forget the end at a glance, but it also seems that I can never see the end.
Shen Qingyi's body was translucent, and he felt light even when he stepped on the ground.
When he took a step forward, his body was as fast as the wind and he covered tens of thousands of miles in one step.
I don’t know how long or how far I walked, but the sea of corpses and blood beneath my feet still seemed to have no end in sight.
It actually started to drizzle.
But the rain is blood red.
Blood-red raindrops fell on the ground, dissolving and corroding the corpses and broken armor bit by bit.
Shen Qing instinctively wanted to pick up a corpse.
However, her body was transparent, so she couldn't fish out the corpse.
They could only watch helplessly until the corpse revealed its jade-white bones. No matter how much blood rained or how it corroded, the jade-white bones remained unchanged.
Shen Qingyi's heart trembled suddenly.
Behind him was an endless mountain of corpses, and in front of him there was also no end in sight.
Shen Qingyi bowed to the mountain of bones in front of him.
"call……"
A gust of wind blew through the gloomy sky and earth, and Shen Qingyi seemed to hear the sounds of fighting and shouting.
There was another sigh.
Looking towards the direction where the wind came from, the countless mountains of corpses there had disappeared, leaving only a mountain of corpses towering into the clouds.
And at the highest point of the mountain, a man was half-kneeling on the ground, holding something in his hands, looking pious, but also like a madman.
Shen Qingyi felt a heat in his chest, and the mark on his palm became hotter and hotter.
The scorching temperature made Shen Qingyi lower his head.
The mark of the Saint Execution is becoming brighter and brighter at this moment.
Shen Qingyi seemed to feel some kind of call and walked towards that high place.
As he got closer, Shen Qingyi could see the man's appearance more clearly.
The man standing on the pile of corpses had his eyes covered with cloth, but the cloth had already been stained red with blood.
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