The knowledgeable monk soon discovered that the pen in Shen Qingyi's hand was a little special.
The city lord felt that the black air under the ground had stagnated a lot when the female cultivator launched that attack.
The city lord's eyes lit up as he thought of something.
"Protect that female cultivator! Activate the formation! Drive these evil spirits away!"
The city lord was a man who acted decisively. If the weapon in the hands of the Confucian cultivator was indeed a holy weapon, the vengeful spirits and blood demons would always be defeated by it.
"good!"
A group of Nascent Soul cultivators supported most of the pressure from the sky while protecting Shen Qingyi so that she could perform.
Shen Qing understood immediately and his hands moved faster and faster.
The evil spirits and blood power here have just been aroused. If they are not suppressed in time, once all of them are mobilized, the consequences will be unimaginable.
"So, monks, listen up! Anyone holding a holy weapon or a Taoist weapon! Protect them and clear the way!"
Holy artifacts are rare, but the world is so big that someone with good luck will always find them by chance.
A Yuanying cultivator also reacted, no longer restraining the sword in his hand, and swung it violently, slashing fiercely at the scarlet eyes underground.
His Shanghan sword accompanied him through Qilin Mountain in his early years. There was Qilin fire there, and his sword was upgraded there. Since then, it has been contaminated with the breath of Qilin, and its power has increased several times.
Although it is not as good as authentic Taoist weapons and holy weapons, it is much better than ordinary weapons in suppressing blood evil spirits.
Sure enough, when he activated the Qilin aura in the sword, the weaker blood evil spirits around him dodged away, and those who could not dodge in time were killed by his sword.
There are naturally monks like him, and monks who have thought of other methods have also begun to try them.
Since these things are afraid of holy weapons and Taoist energy, what do they have in common?
"Everyone, please make way and let the cultivators with pure fire spiritual roots try! Those with mutant spiritual roots can also try!"
"Heaven and Earth Strange Fire Formation!"
"Dao Jue!"
"The human path is vague, the immortal path is vast, the ghost path is joyful! At the gate of life! The immortal path values life, the ghost path values death. The immortal path is always auspicious, the ghost path is always dangerous. High above, pure and beautiful, the sad song is loud in the universe. I only wish that the way of heaven will be fulfilled, not that the way of human beings will be exhausted. I will punish the heavenly qi and make my way prosper!"
Luo Chen looked at the green light above the sky, and immediately rushed out holding his Lotus of Purification in his hand.
"Lotus of Purification!"
"Nirvana Fire!"
"Heaven and Earth Coiled Dragon Vine!"
"Burning Sky Mirror!"
More and more magical treasures and artifacts are flying into the sky.
Looking at the monks who rushed forward, some monks who felt sorry for their treasures couldn't help but grit their teeth.
"Never mind! At worst... I..."
"Flowing Sword!"
"Folland Tianbo!"
A faint light came on, growing brighter and brighter.
Some magical weapons have only undergone special sacrifices and refinement. Although their aura is a bit special, they are no match for the Taoist aura of holy weapons. Under the strong aura of resentful spirits and blood, they can't help but break and destroy.
Who wouldn’t cherish a partner who has fought with him for many years and experienced life and death with him?
For monks, their weapons are their partners who share life and death with them.
His life-saving magic weapon was destroyed and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Yan Rong rushed forward madly, and the surroundings were in a state of tragedy.
Several emperors looked at it and their eyes turned red.
Even after practicing for so many years, he still hasn't completely ascended to heaven, nor has he become the immortal who has shed his mortal body in the eyes of mortal cultivators. Naturally, he cannot be truly ruthless and desireless.
“Kill!”
"Yan Rong, you bastard! I'm going to kill you today!"
How could I not be angry when I saw my brother being harmed by Yan Rong with my own eyes!
Especially when they saw the countless magical weapons flying out of the sky, some high-level cultivators couldn't help but feel a little stuffy and swollen in their chests.
Who hasn’t been young? Who hasn’t been passionate?
But after experiencing so much, some of my passion has cooled down little by little, and the fire of youthful vigor has also been extinguished by all things in the world.
But if you say that being passionate is wrong, it is wrong!
What is wrong are those things that turn hot blood into ice!
“Boom!”
The heaven and earth were buzzing again, and everyone was blood-thirsty.
Inside the Holy King Palace
One person suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the statue shaking continuously.
"This... this? Our seeds have sprouted?"
The white-robed monk was a little excited. After so many years, it finally sprouted! How much had they paid?!
"Someone come! Quick! Someone come!"
Soon, people came from below. Looking at his proud subordinates, the white-robed monk felt much better at this moment. There have been too many things happening in the world of immortal cultivation recently, which made him particularly upset.
Now, finally, some good news has arrived.
"Our plan... has paid off... Show me! Where exactly is it? The new seed we cultivated has finally... finally been born!"
No wonder he is still so excited despite his age and cultivation level.
They had waited too long...
Even though immortals have countless years, so many generations have still been wasted.
The plan of the Holy King Palace has lasted for so long, going through Sanghai, several major battles, and almost failed several times!
But I finally stood up!
Hearing the excitement of the person above, the monks with golden masks below also became a little excited.
They were the first to sense it, which meant that the seeds were closer to their temple!
This is a good thing!
Several golden-masked monks made hand seals, and golden threads appeared one after another. A huge water mirror gradually appeared in the hall, slowly unfolding and lying flat in the air.
There is a sudden bulge and a depression on the smooth mirror surface.
As time went by, the white-robed monk restrained his excitement and waited patiently. When the water mirror transformed into something like a map, the white-robed monk hurried forward.
The mountains and rivers transformed by the water mirror were surprisingly lifelike, and beneath these mountains and rivers, one seemed to be able to see another world, layer upon layer, like a multiverse.
Looking at the place where the red light was getting brighter and brighter, the brows of a monk wearing a golden mask jumped suddenly.
Vast Ocean Region...
When the red light fell on the place that he saw the most recently, the monk with the golden mask didn't know whether to be happy or sad for a moment.
The birth of new seeds should be a good thing, after all, they have been waiting for this for countless years.
But that place...Pankong Realm!
It’s Pankong Realm again!
The white-robed monk seemed to have reacted as well, and he couldn't help but narrow his eyes as he looked at that place.
"Pankong Realm?"
Several people nodded.
The white-robed monk's slender fingers fell on the raised mound of earth.
"It's Pankong Realm again."
The white-robed monk looked at him gravely. That place had been very busy recently.
He originally thought that the seeds would most likely fall into the jurisdiction of the northern and western fairylands.
After all, those are the places where they have made the most arrangements, and they are also the places where the most seeded players are left.
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