Among those people, there were monks who had fought alongside him!
Thinking about Pan Kong's breaking of the world, and now looking back at the Fallen God World, Liu Qingxin seemed to have guessed some of the connections, and his face was filled with anger and sadness.
"Monks of the Holy King Palace! You deserve to die! You actually used human sacrifices to refine blood-colored monsters! My men! Avenge our compatriots who perished in the Pankong Breaking Realm and the Fallen Angel Small Realm! Kill them!"
Bi Rong couldn't help but pause in absorbing the blood-colored light, his gaze falling from Shen Qingyi to Liu Qingxin who was rushing towards him angrily.
I didn’t expect that these cultivators from Pankong Realm actually knew something!
It seems that it is even more important to keep them today!
The blood sacrifice of the Holy King's Palace has not yet been successful!
They haven't yet cultivated the best seeds, and they need more blood! If these people disrupt their plans, they will be killed one by one!
Liu Qingxin is the first to bear the brunt!
The strength in his body recovered quickly, and Bi Rong suddenly shook it hard.
"Bang!"
The power of the realm that Shen Qingyi poured into him instantly fell apart.
Bi Rong's eyes lit up. This was power! It was indeed something that had absorbed the essence, blood, and vitality of so many people!
Shen Qingyi's face turned pale, and he pressed the holy sword in his hand against the ground, barely able to stabilize his body.
The breaking of the power of the realm caused her entire soul to feel some pain.
The ground beneath my feet was still shaking.
Densely packed blood-red bodies were scrambling to get out of the ground.
Shen Qingyi didn't know how many monks were buried underneath...
His eyes fell on a familiar bloody body. That... was a member of the Gui clan!
And those over there... they are not from the borer tribe!
The monks of the Gui Clan and the Moth Clan once visited the Lingdao Sect and told them the news that the monks of the Meteorite Realm had disappeared in large numbers in the Fallen God Realm.
Now, seeing these numb and insensitive monks reincarnating into blood-colored monsters...
Chen Qing raised his head suddenly and stared at Bi Rong.
Holy King Palace!
Liu Qingxin had already rushed forward, and although the other monks of the Holy King Palace did not know what had happened, they saw that Bi Rong had broken free from Shen Qingyi's suppression and now seemed to have become even more powerful, and their morale was boosted.
Seeing that Liu Qingxin was about to disrupt Bi Rong, some monks from the Holy King Palace quickly took action to intercept him.
But they also suddenly discovered that the cultivators in Pankong Realm seemed to have become even crazier.
On the Qunfeng Mountain, Chu Jing and Yue Xicheng, who successfully reached the top, did not rest.
Yuexicheng carefully felt the wind around him, and then set up a wind-attracting formation in a certain direction.
The moment the spirit stone was inserted, the wind on the mountain suddenly moved.
"Ready the poison!"
Under the peaks, Shen Qingyi took out a strong liquor full of spiritual power from the space and poured it into his mouth. The abundant spiritual power, plus the spiritual medicine that he had added before, gradually numbed the pain all over his body.
Bi Rong raised the sword in his hand, and suddenly countless blood-colored forces gathered towards the giant sword.
Shen Qingyi's gaze fell on the cultivator who was still fighting hard.
There is not much soul poison left in the space.
"Arong!"
A Rong, who was rushing on the battlefield, heard Chen Qingyi's call, and suddenly flapped his wings to drive away the two Pankong Realm monks.
"cracking!"
Chen Qingyi dragged his seriously injured body and jumped onto A Rong.
Patted Arong's head gently.
"Go to the sea!"
A Rong obediently flapped her wings and flew high.
Bi Rong's eyes fell on the man and the bird.
"Chen Qingyi, want to escape? Don't even think about it!"
She forced him into this situation, and he would never let her escape even if he died!
The giant sword broke through the air and slashed towards the man and the bird.
Chen Qing gritted his teeth. Even though he had taken elixirs and spiritual wine, the speed at which his spiritual power recovered was still slower than the significant consumption of spiritual power.
Chen Qingyi took out several talismans and formation plates and placed them around her and A Rong.
The higher the level of the battle, the more clearly you can feel the importance of your own strength.
Especially in an environment with various restrictions.
Things like talismans and array plates can indeed bring a lot of convenience, but in this kind of battle scenario, talismans and array plates alone are not enough to kill the opponent!
High-level monks, who doesn’t have some life-saving items on him?
He won't stand there and let you kill him! Especially a monk with extraordinary combat power.
"Bang!"
The giant sword hit the formation plate and talisman, immediately causing a wave of impact air.
Several talismans burned instantly, and the spirit stones on the array plate were also consumed rapidly.
A Rong couldn't help but increase the speed again.
When Bi Rong saw this, murderous intent boiled in his eyes.
He had heard a long time ago that Shen Qingyi was a cultivator with Tianshui spiritual roots, and was suppressed by the mysterious cultivator's realm. How could he let her go to the sea? If she went there, wouldn't the abundant water spiritual power and the vast sea be her reserve area?
Bi Rong clasped his hands together, and the blood-colored energy around him turned into thousands of threads, gathering towards his ten fingers. Bi Rong, who was in telepathic communication with Tu Ling, used himself as a medium to gather power towards Tu Ling.
“Kachakacha!”
The array disk cracked, and Shen Qing turned around, and a stack of talismans appeared in his hand again.
The talisman collided with the power of the giant sword and burned again.
Shen Qing's expression remained unchanged, and the talisman appeared in his hand again.
This action made Bi Rong's face twisted.
The news also said that Shen Qingyi was a rare genius talisman master!
Want to play a war of attrition with him! It also depends on whether he is accurate!
Before his cultivation level surpassed his, before his talismans surpassed the Nascent Soul stage! These methods were nothing but mirages in the face of absolute strength! They would shatter at the slightest touch!
The giant sword spun rapidly, and the talisman burned almost every breath.
These talismans are all above the Jindan level.
The ashes from the burning talisman dissipated, and Shen Qingyi took out the talisman again.
Such a large consumption of talismans made some Immortal Alliance monks who were watching the battle from afar twitch their lips.
However, compared to the mentality of some scattered immortals who are just watching the fun, some immortal alliance teams that have accepted the immortal alliance missions have already begun investigations.
Bi Rong's move is too weird!
And judging from the attitude of the cultivators from Pankong Realm, there must be something that their Immortal Alliance doesn’t know!
If the monks of the Holy King Palace could always call upon this terrifying power, why didn't they use it in the past years?
They hid so deeply. If Bi Rong had not been forced into a corner by Chen Qingyi this time, would he have continued to hide?
And what on earth are those bloody things coming out from the ground?
Why is the Holy King Palace hidden like this?
Messages from the Immortal Alliance were sent out one by one.
The major leaders in the fairy world naturally received the news at the first time.
"Blood-colored light? Powerful energy?"
Shi Wenyu also received this news in Dao Wenshan, but he was able to receive this news because there was someone in the Fallen God Realm who asked him to look for more useful things in Dao Wenshan's inheritance.
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