Shu Hai and his group of monks from the Holy King Palace clearly felt the pressure increasing dramatically.
Jiang Li killed an early Nascent Soul cultivator with one sword, and couldn't help but look back at Shen Qingyi.
With an ordinary face, he wouldn't stand out in a crowd.
His eyes fell on the sword again.
At this moment, Qianxuan on the Wuchen Sword has not yet disappeared, naturally covering the appearance of the Wuchen Sword itself.
And Shen Qingyi's aura was undoubtedly unfamiliar.
If an ordinary person saw a cultivator with ordinary looks and no special marks on his body, they might think he was a hidden dark horse. But for Jiang Li, who could sense the Supreme Art, no matter how you looked at it, it was obvious that this person was deliberately hiding his identity.
"grown ups!"
A cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul in the Holy King Palace cried out when he saw Shu Hai being stabbed through by Shen Qingyi and Wen Yinghan.
The other monks of the Holy King Palace were furious when they saw this.
A fierce light flashed in the eyes of a cultivator in the middle stage of Yuanying.
"With my blood! Sacrifice!"
The monk slapped his chest with his palm, and immediately a mouthful of blood spurted out.
He quickly made hand gestures with both hands, and the surrounding airflow suddenly changed.
Seeing this, Yin Baizhou swung his sword and cut down several monks who were blocking his way.
"Be careful! The monks from the Holy King Palace are going to use their forbidden techniques!"
This was not the first time they had confronted the monks of the Holy King's Palace. The monks of the Holy King's Palace had intercepted and killed their people, so they had naturally also intercepted and killed people from the Holy King's Palace.
Several of them had already encountered the strange magic used by the Holy King Palace during its final life-and-death crisis.
I was fooled several times before and suffered quite a lot of injuries. The first time, I almost died from their forbidden magic.
After all, both sides were exhausted at the beginning, and they even had the upper hand. However, once this forbidden technique was implemented, those monks from the Holy King Palace recovered quickly as if they had taken a magical elixir, and their combat power increased directly.
Feeling the unusual energy movement in the air, the other monks from the Holy King Palace looked at each other and stopped hesitating.
Nothing can happen to Shu Hai!
The first cultivator who cast the forbidden spell suddenly flashed and rushed towards Shen Qingyi.
He stretched out his hand, intending to snatch Shu Hai away.
Just as the outstretched hand was about to touch Shu Hai, the surrounding space suddenly twisted again.
A harsh sound rang in my ears.
"Ugh!"
The monk's hand was tightly gripped by the black hole in space that suddenly appeared.
An extremely strong suction force came from the space, as if trying to suck him into the space.
No one knew where the other end of the space was connected to. The violent energy inside was separated from the energy of the Fallen Angel world outside by a thin space barrier.
The extremely unbalanced energy between the two sides caused the air pressure around the distorted space black hole to rise sharply, while producing more chaotic and violent space compression.
The monk whose half arm was swallowed by the space felt that the hand that was swallowed into the space was as if being bitten by thousands of insects. The dense pain was transmitted along the hand to his brain.
What made him even more painful was that where his arm touched the space barrier, it seemed as if there was a sharp sword trying to cut there.
The smell of blood spread, and the monk wanted to pull his arm free, but suddenly felt his shoulder sink.
Mu looked up and met Shen Qingyi's indifferent eyes.
As if sensing something, the high-level Nascent Soul cultivator's eyes widened.
“You! You…”
“Puff!”
The Dustless Sword pierced the man's heart, completely ending his burning bloodline power.
The man covered his chest tightly, his eyes full of disbelief.
How is it possible? How could this person be from their Holy King Palace?
If he was a Saint King Palace cultivator, why would he kill one of their own? Or was he a traitor to the Saint King Palace? But wouldn't those who weren't traitors be harmed by the Saint King Palace techniques they practiced, ultimately perishing?
Why is he not affected at all?
The Nascent Soul cultivator had too many questions in his mind, but after feeling the vitality in his body quickly disappearing, these questions turned into hoarse roars.
"Be careful with this monk! He can absorb uh-ah!"
The head flew high and landed suddenly at the feet of a monk from the Holy King Palace.
Jiang Li calmly withdrew the sword in his hand, his eyes suddenly fierce.
"kill!"
Blood splattered everywhere as Shen Qingyi and several others quickly harvested the lives of the monks of the Holy King Palace.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when the last monk was killed.
They looked at each other and tacitly collected the stored items of the group.
Yin Baizhou glanced at Shen Qingyi.
He bowed.
"This fellow Taoist..."
Shen Qingyi glanced at them and spoke before them.
"I am a cultivator from Pankong Realm, Wangchen!"
Wen Yinghan raised his eyebrows and smiled.
"Your name sounds a bit like that of a Buddhist disciple, but it's full of murderous intent, which makes you look a bit like a cultivator from the Demon Sect."
Yin Baizhou also frowned. He had never heard of this name, but that was not the important thing now.
"We shouldn't stay here for long. I think we should leave as soon as possible. We can discuss the rest of the matter in a safe place. How about that?"
No one had any objection, and their eyes all fell on Shen Qingyi.
Shen Qingyi had not expected that he would encounter these people during his ambush.
Most of them are acquaintances.
He didn't refuse and nodded.
Yin Baizhou immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
The few of them chose a place tacitly. Shen Qingyi didn't say much and followed them.
This behavior surprised several people.
Wen Yinghan and Yin Baizhou looked at each other.
Most of them are not stupid, except for Wu Yue who is a little bit nervous.
This person looked and smelled like a cultivator they didn't know.
But this action made them feel at ease. They didn't know him, but he knew them?
Not long after the group left, other cultivators appeared at the place where Shu Hai and his group died.
Looking at the blood-stained ground and the corpses lying all over the place, the group of immortal cultivators couldn't help but take a breath.
"This... the mask on this person's face... is this the masked man from the Holy King's Palace?"
"Did they lose another team of masked men? Who... has such great power?"
An old monk frowned and looked at the traces of battle around him.
Most of the symbols that could leave the other party's mark have been destroyed.
However, the symbols that symbolize the status of the Holy King Palace have been preserved intact...
This is a blatant provocation! No! It should be said that the monk or team that killed the masked man from the Holy King Palace is declaring war on the Holy King Palace!
"This style is very similar to that of the Blood Team that was hunted by the Holy King Palace for decades!"
When everyone heard the word "Blood Team", their eyes changed.
It is said that the team was composed of the monks from the Pankong Realm who entered the Fallen God Realm last time.
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