But now that the other person has left, he doesn't have the courage to just leave...
Shen Qingyi separated the poison powder and venom. The surrounding formations had been almost set up, but they were still worried.
After all, if they are a large group, they have formations, so how can the other side not have any other means?
The talisman arrays were mixed and superimposed, finally forming an array group.
Everyone was excited and nervous.
If they could capture a major team, they would definitely be ripping off a thorn in the flesh of the Holy King Palace! Not only would they cause the enemy to bleed profusely, but they would also receive a considerable amount of spoils!
Shen Qingyi even suspected that the candidate here might be ranked in the top ten or even the top five!
After all, each of the formations at the entrance of the cave is of high level!
This kind of feat is not something that ordinary monks or ordinary teams can accomplish!
When she conquered Bi Rong in Yinshan, she gained a lot of wealth, while Bi Rong was only ranked tenth.
According to the master and his men, they made a lot of money when they met several teams ranked in the top six or seven!
After setting up the last killing formation, Shen Qing breathed a sigh of relief.
Yun Feng was very excited.
"I hope the person inside is worth what we spent!"
There are several small formations! The talismans and formations are combined, and the formations are nested! The formations are connected!
If it were just some small fish or shrimp, he would be heartbroken!
Shen Qing placed a handful of poison powder at the entrance of the cave, made a gesture, and everyone took their positions.
The wind spiritual power in his hand circulated, and the wind blew, blowing the poison powder into the passage.
After the last method of water irrigation was eliminated, they discussed it and chose this method of using wind to carry water.
The invisible wind is a good helper in assassinations!
Jian Zhiming leaned against the wall, trying hard to ignore the beating of his heart.
Although I feel that something may be wrong recently, after all, the perception of a monk can sometimes be a very scary thing.
Especially when one reaches a higher level of cultivation, the premonition of merging with the Great Dao cannot be ignored.
But he just held on to a glimmer of hope... What if he was just overthinking it?
The wind blew by, reducing his restlessness a lot.
Jian Zhiming couldn't help but turn his face to the vent and took a deep breath.
It doesn’t matter if you don’t breathe in, but once you do, you will feel a piercing pain.
"ah!"
Immortal World Holy King Palace
The hall was very quiet, and the silence of the several nearby Holy King Palaces was a little eerie.
Obviously, the situation in the Fallen God Realm and the Immortal Realm has changed drastically, but those palace masters act as if nothing has happened.
This made some of the masked messengers and monks below feel uneasy.
Especially the disciples guarding the Soul Tablet Hall, who felt anxious and uneasy every day when they saw the soul tablets constantly breaking into pieces.
What made him even more uneasy was that the Third Palace Master recently asked him to look after the disciples in the Fallen God Realm, no, now it should be called the Nascent Soul Realm.
Originally, they could have taken a look at other soul tablets, but the Third Palace Master's order forced them to focus on the Nascent Soul area.
The more I looked at it, the more frightened I became.
Too many monks died! Many of them were from the bloodline! They were the ones that the Holy King Palace focused on cultivating!
That is a candidate that has been cultivated with countless efforts and resources!
Not only are there many falling, but the speed at which they fall is also terrifying.
The sounds of souls shattering came one after another.
They were now standing there, not daring to breathe loudly, for fear of accidentally touching the soul tablets.
The leading monk clenched his hands tightly under his sleeves.
He knew clearly what the Third Palace Master meant.
There is a Shen Qingyi in the Nascent Soul area.
That person was very strange, as if he was born to restrain their Holy King Palace, and his luck was very strange.
Such a big chess game was almost messed up by her.
However, there is not just one person in the world who enjoys good fortune, and the forms of good fortune vary greatly.
Some people have extraordinary fortune, some have a wonderful marriage, some have a life of great wealth despite surviving many dangers, and some have great fortune but a life of great disasters...
Any cultivator who can enter the top ten candidates, in addition to extraordinary cultivation strength and strategic abilities, naturally also has luck and fortune.
Especially those three, they had once entered the holy pool and enjoyed great fortune.
He didn't know what the consequences would be if he lost to them too.
If we win, what will happen...
The adults above are like playing a game of chess, with the heaven and earth as the board and all living things as the chess pieces.
“Crack, crack!”
The crisp sound of shattering echoed in the hall, completely ending the thoughts of the leading monk.
Looking at the soul tablet that shattered into a crack and then completely turned into powder, his pupils couldn't help but shrink suddenly.
Jian Zhiming! Third place among the candidates for the Nascent Soul Realm!
Jian Zhiming has fallen!
Following him, the souls in the soul lamps shattered rapidly in a row.
The leading monk swallowed his saliva, turned around, and rushed towards the third hall.
In the blink of an eye, he disappeared from the sight of the monks from the Holy King Palace.
The others looked at the shattered soul tablets of dozens of people, especially the one that had turned into powder.
I couldn't help swallowing.
What on earth happened there?!
They shattered and shattered together... Were they a team, but were they wiped out?
After the leading monk entered the third hall to report, the master of the third hall looked at the highest temple with a gloomy gaze.
The news of Jian Zhiming's death seemed unexpected, yet reasonable.
But he really didn't expect that he would fall so soon...
That person...those people's luck, has it become unstoppable?
The cause and effect of the Confucian cultivators' sacrifice, the cause and effect of the Ten Thousand Daos' fall, the cause and effect of the Pankong Realm's fall, the cause and effect of the fusion of realms...
The Third Palace Master closed his eyes.
It seems that they can only avoid the attack now!
Wait for the opportunity!
Shen Qingyi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, took a pill, and the spiritual wine went down his throat, reducing the pain.
Everyone looked a little embarrassed.
Especially Shen Qingyi and Wen Yinghan.
The two men were already stained with blood. Jian Zhiming and several monks blew themselves up, and they were stopped by the monks of the Holy King Palace. The battle line was stretched, and Chu Jing could not rescue them in time.
Fortunately, there was no danger. In order to block the power of the self-explosion, the formation was almost destroyed.
But everyone was in a very good mood at the moment.
Because what they got far exceeded the value of those formations.
"Tsk tsk tsk! I didn't expect these guys to have so many ancient beast crystals! Did they rob the ancient beast's lair?"
Even if distribution is based on work, the minimum amount given to each person is the size of a few mounds of earth, and most of them are mid- to high-level ancient beast crystals.
This is just the ancient beast crystal.
Those array plates, talismans, pills, magic tools and some spiritual plants and minerals made them dizzy.
Among them, they also found several magic weapons and several bottles of magic pills.
And those very pleasant fairy stones!
Although that thing cannot be used inside the world, it will be a priceless treasure outside!
"I'm making a fortune! I'm making a fortune! I'm rich!"
(End of this chapter)
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
