Shen Qing curled his lips.
"Thank you for the compliment!"
His eyes suddenly closed, and when they opened again, blood red filled his eyes.
A hint of red appeared between the eyebrows.
“Boom!”
Shi Shisheng only felt that the energy around him suddenly rioted, and a terrifying murderous aura spread out. Looking at the monk holding the giant sword and with black and red aura all over his body, Shi Shisheng endured the pain in his body, looked at the sword in Shen Qingyi's hand, and thought of what Shen Qingyi had just said.
"The Ruthless Dao...The Dustless Holy Sword! You are a cultivator from the Pankong Realm!"
As soon as the name of the Dustless Holy Sword came out, several people in the Holy King Palace felt a chill spreading from an invisible source throughout their bodies.
The reputation of the Dustless Holy Sword was too great in the Floating Worlds. Its killing intent was so powerful that even the Heavenly Tribulation Thunder of the Myriad Tribulations Palace was powerless to resist it...
In the history books of the Holy King Palace, there are still records of that killing god!
The ruthless leader, one man holds the sword, and all others submit!
The legendary figure who pushed the ruthless way to the climax of the great way, the taboo that countless cultivators were afraid of!
If it weren't for the accident at the end...
And his sword is also a legend in the world of immortal cultivation, but hasn’t the Wuchen Holy Sword disappeared?
wrong!
The Dustless Holy Sword has been born, and the cultivator before him...
"you……"
Shi Shisheng's eyes widened in disbelief.
Shen Qing raised his hand, and the cold light of the Wuchen Sword flashed everywhere. The sea water surged, and the sky and the earth changed color in an instant.
The deep red between the eyebrows became more and more eye-catching.
A strong murderous intent stirred in all directions.
The people watching from afar couldn't help but frown as they saw the sky gradually darkening.
"What's going on? Is it going to rain again?"
"Something's wrong! Do you feel something's wrong with the spiritual energy around you? They're madly gathering in one direction! That's where the battle is going!"
The group of demon cultivators from the peaks couldn't help but look towards the direction of Qiushan.
"Such a strong murderous intent! There is an extremely strong evil spirit there!"
In the Qiushan Mountains, Wen Yinghan suddenly opened his eyes and looked towards the direction of Shen Qingyi and the others.
Xiao Hei on his shoulder also stood up suddenly.
"Master! It's Xiaolu's breath!"
Little Green?
They are the wood spirits from the Yellow Springs Secret Realm, and it seems they are cultivators from their Yunze Continent!
"Go and take a look!"
Several people looked at him.
Wen Yinghan narrowed his eyes and looked at Yin Baizhou.
"There's a cultivator from Yunze Continent over there. Let's go check it out! He might have a wood spirit in him too! If we can team up, it'll definitely be safer!"
When they heard this, their eyes suddenly lit up. They had seen how powerful Xiao Hei was along the way. If there was another one, and a cultivator from their Pankong Realm...
"good!"
“Puff!”
The Nascent Soul cultivator fell down with his eyes open, tightly grasping the Wuchen Sword that was inserted into his neck.
Shi Shisheng and the only Yuanying Great Perfection cultivator born could not help but take a few steps back when they saw Shen Qingyi, covered in blood and holding the Wuchen Sword, approaching them.
Their team originally consisted of twelve, but ten had already perished! Three had succumbed to the strange soul poison! One had been beheaded by the monk before them with a single blow! Three had been killed by the talismanic explosions! Another three had been strangled to death! Even though they were disturbed by the poison, the rifts in space that had opened around them still terrified them!
This cultivator can also use the power of space!
With the pressure of space force and the bonus of sea, they are basically in someone else's territory!
There are only two of them left!
Shi Shisheng felt that the poison in his body was spreading faster. Could it be that he wanted to be like Lu Liexing?
No! He hadn't yet achieved fame and recognition! He hadn't yet become a leader in the Holy King Palace. How could he die here in such a miserable state?
"Fengqin! Give me a hand!"
The cultivator who had reached the great perfection of the Nascent Soul stage, Feng Qin, gritted his teeth.
He knew that there were only two paths for him at this moment. One was to advance and retreat together with the candidate Shi Shisheng he followed. The other was to be like the followers of Nalu Liexing, give up the candidate, and become an abandoned child from then on!
"good!"
Instead of living in frustration, follow the candidates. Even if you die in battle, it will be the glory of their followers!
Shi Shisheng made seals with his hands and placed them in front of his chest.
"With my blood, I pray to my gods! May the gods bless me!"
“Boom!”
The golden beam of light shot straight into the sky, breaking through the thick dark clouds.
"That... is the candidate's bloodline prayer!"
The monks from the nearby Holy King Palace couldn't help but look up.
The restlessness of their bloodline power made them clench their fists.
A candidate is in life-or-death crisis!
So the forbidden method of burning blood was used!
The candidates are different from other monks in the Holy King Temple. Their bloodlines have been carefully selected by the upper echelons, and they are servants of the gods.
The power of their burning bloodline force is more than three times that of ordinary people with the bloodline of the Holy King Palace!
But the consequences are the same and the damage is even greater!
If you are not careful, you will die, or your bloodline will regress and you will become an ordinary bloodline person!
What kind of crisis makes the candidate burn his own bloodline power?
Yuan Yelin suddenly retracted the sword in his hand, and the monk from the Lower Spiritual Realm in front of him fell to the ground with a bang, completely dead.
Look to the west.
"What's that over there?"
"Sir! That's the sea road from the peaks to the hills!"
Yuan Yelin's eyelids couldn't help but twitch.
The person from the Holy King Palace who came to Qiushan recently... is Shi Shisheng!
Shi Shisheng was transferred here!
Above the sea, Long Yi and his group of Saint King Palace monks who were watching the fun finally changed their expressions.
"We haven't heard of any high-level ancient beasts appearing recently, so the monks are strangling them! They're already dying! Hurry and go!"
"yes!"
Shi Shisheng didn't want to burn his bloodline power, but he had no other choice now!
The surrounding spatial force has been controlled by the monk in front of him, and his voice transmission card has also been strongly interfered with, and he can't send out any information at all!
The crisis in Shen Qingyi's body made Shi Shisheng's inner voice tell him that perhaps by burning his bloodline power, the two of them could still have a chance to fight!
If Fengqin were to burn the power of her bloodline, the final result might be Fengqin's death and his death from poisoning!
They had no choice but to fight Shen Qingyi to the end at the fastest speed! As long as Shen Qingyi died, he might have a chance to survive!
The rapid burning of the power of his bloodline made Shi Shisheng's face turn pale quickly, but the energy in his body was recovering rapidly. Even his internal organs and soul that were corroded by toxins were gradually recovering under the blessing of the gods.
Looking at Shi Shisheng, whose face was distorted due to the severe pain caused by the energy that was filled with killing toxins, Shen Qingyi did not throw any more pills into his mouth.
Did he finally use the power of his bloodline?
Shi Shisheng felt his vitality recovering rapidly, and he looked at Shen Qingyi ferociously.
But the moment he saw Shen Qingyi, Shi Shisheng almost screamed in fright.
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