Chapter 374: The majority bullies the minority?
Ten years have passed in the blink of an eye.
However, for everyone in the immortal ruins, ten years passed in a flash and they did not feel much of it. They were more focused on improving their strength.
Boom boom boom! The vast ocean was in turmoil, and the ripples spread, continuously venting in all directions.
The Origin Waterfall stopped flowing, and the deafening roar dissipated from the ears of the world for the first time.
There was a colorful rainbow light emerging from the stagnant Origin Waterfall.
It seems like an auspicious sign, but also like a strange vision.
In the vast sea, the practitioners who were sitting cross-legged and waiting were shocked. They raised their heads and looked towards the Origin Waterfall.
They all couldn't suppress their inner impulse and stood up one after another.
"The Origin Waterfall has stopped flowing! Are those people coming out?"
An elder from Wudi City who was at the Nascent Soul stage said excitedly.
In fact, he was very sad inside.
The infant transformation realm cultivator of Wudi City died tragically on the bloody battlefield. The scene was transmitted back to Wudi City, and many people were grief-stricken.
He was an older generation infant who survived the Tianyuan catastrophe. He had a noble status and close relationship with Du Longyang and others, but he did not expect that he would die tragically on the bloody battlefield.
Boom! In the Immortal Ruins.
There was a sudden bright light.
The next moment, there seemed to be the sound of gurgling spring water, and a figure walked out from it at a leisurely pace.
He was dressed in a purple robe, and his drooping hair, without the restraint of the upright crown, looked unrestrained and casual.
"It's Feng Yilou!"
The eyes of the Yuanying Realm in Wudi City lit up! Feng Yilou, who had broken through to the Yuanying Realm, as a genius of the younger generation, naturally wanted to enter the immortal ruins to look for opportunities.
Now, Feng Yilou has appeared, causing excitement among the disciples of Wudi City.
Feng Yilou raised his hand to block the slightly glaring light, and strands of hair fell through his fingers.
"Just come out, why are you being so frivolous?"
Beside him, a red skirt was fluttering. Xiao Yue'er looked at Feng Yilou with disgust.
She is not a little woman, but she uses her hands to block out the sunlight. It would have been fine if she just blocked out the sunlight, but she also deliberately let her hair fall through her fingers.
Feng Yilou glanced at the woman beside him and didn't want to talk.
This woman is becoming more and more aggressive.
Zhong Nan walked out. Ever since he was defeated by the Overlord, he had been facing the wall to reflect on his mistakes. He entered the immortal ruins for ten years to practice, and he himself had undergone a transformation.
He restrained his arrogance and seemed more mature.
He carried a black knife on his back with a red cloth wrapped around the handle.
"The evil demons from outer space are invading... We are here to fight them. Don't waste time arguing."
"You've been bickering for ten years, isn't that enough?"
Zhong Nan said with a serious expression.
Feng Yilou chuckled and said nothing. The three of them immediately turned into streams of light and burst out.
The Yuanying realm of Wudi City received them.
Feng Yilou and others were a little dazed. Ten years had passed in a flash, but only one year had passed in the outside world.
"First floor, Elder Zhao Qian has fallen."
Seeing Feng Yilou, Wu Dicheng's Nascent Soul Realm spoke with some sadness.
Feng Yilou was startled. Elder Zhao Qian had a good relationship with him, but he had already entered the infant transformation and his life span was extended. How could he fall? Wudicheng Yuanying Realm informed him of the grim situation of the bloody battlefield.
Elder Zhao Qian was killed by the evil demon from outer space, his body was destroyed, his soul was annihilated, and he died tragically on the battlefield.
Feng Yilou's eyes suddenly became filled with murderous intent.
Evil demon from outer space?
Xiao Yue'er and Zhong Nan looked at each other, and both saw the sharpness in each other's eyes.
Boom! The next moment, all three of them released a majestic aura, and the sea water rolled up, as if a lotus was blooming.
The three of them soared into the sky, as if tearing apart the clouds, and escaped into the bloody battlefield.
Many of the Yuanying realm practitioners in Wudi City were stunned and gasped.
"The Yin God Realm!"
These three geniuses have all entered the Yin Shen realm!
The former geniuses on the Human Ranking can now be called the Heavenly Ranking Prodigies! The Origin Waterfall, which had stopped flowing, became lively.
Some people were humming songs and taking wild steps, their robes fluttering.
This unruly pace made many people vaguely think of someone.
"Mo Tianyu! That poisonous fortune teller!"
Many people exclaimed.
And then later.
A man with sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes came out with a sword on his back.
There was a man with bandages wrapped around his arms, walking like a god or devil, and the sea water seemed to evaporate.
There was another person, wrapped in a black robe, but with vines hanging down.
There was also a Taoist nun, who walked with lotus flowers blooming with every step.
There is no doubt that these people exude an aura that makes the Nascent Soul Realm cultivators present extremely depressed.
After these people came out, they did not have much communication with the people present. They all raised their heads and looked towards the bloody battlefield.
There was even impatience and excitement in his eyes.
Afterwards, they rushed into the bloody battlefield impatiently, as if they were afraid that they would not even be able to drink the soup if they were too slow.
…
Inside the immortal ruins.
It's so quiet.
Boom boom boom…
The ancient bell murmured, emitting powerful sound waves that seemed to spread the air.
In the dojo that had been silent for a long time.
The three of them opened their eyes.
Empress Ni Chunqiu put away the fragments of the ancient bell and slowly exhaled. The spiritual energy in her body began to circulate, and her spirit seemed to have undergone a tremendous transformation.
Du Longyang and Ye Shoudao also opened their eyes.
They looked at each other, and all three of them smiled at each other.
"This immortal bell is indeed extraordinary. Every fragment is engraved with strange immortal methods."
Du Longyang sighed.
This immortal relic is truly a place of great fortune.
In ten years, with the help of immortal practice, they all completed the practice of "Yin Shen Dao Lian" and entered the level of "Yang Shen Jiu Bu".
Of course, they all only took a small step into the Yangshen realm.
"Inside this immortal ruins, there is both the original energy and the rich spiritual energy of heaven and earth...it is a good place for retreat and cultivation."
The three of them sighed, but all stood up.
The terrifying energy surged through the bodies of the three people, and faintly, it seemed to emit a terrible roar.
"But who woke us up? If not, we should have been able to continue practicing in seclusion..."
“That practice is too profound.”
Du Longyang said.
"It's Brother Lu, right?"
Empress Ni Chunqiu's eyes were bright. She licked her red lips and looked around.
"The only one in this world who can wake us up is Brother Lu."
Ye Shoudao nodded.
"But don't forget... the crisis hanging over your head. Perhaps, Master Lu... can't handle it anymore."
As soon as the words came out.
The atmosphere suddenly became heavy.
The three of them looked at each other, then dodged and left the square holding the fragments of the ancient bell.
Huh? The three of them were startled.
After leaving the square, they saw an old acquaintance who was leaning against a stone pillar waiting for them.
The resentful look gave the three of them goose bumps.
"Tianxu?"
"Master Tianxu..."
What Du Longyang and the other two saw was Master Tianxu with a face full of resentment.
"We agreed to fight like hell together, but you all managed to get out of this situation secretly..."
Young Master Tianxu was so sad and resentful that he seemed to have turned into a resentful woman in the boudoir.
After ten years in the immortal ruins, he finally entered the Yin Shen realm, but... at this moment he sensed the powerful aura from Du Longyang and others.
He knows...
He was abandoned again.
Young Master Tianxu pursed his lips and couldn't help wanting to cover his face and cry.
He... is so miserable.
God, why is it so unfair? The three were speechless and could only comfort Tianxu with a few words.
In the past ten years, Tianxu has not neglected his cultivation, and now he has entered the late stage of Yin God, which is pretty... not bad.
The four of them left the immortal ruins.
The Holy Lord's coming out of seclusion naturally caused a huge uproar among the practitioners on the sea.
However, Du Longyang and others did not exchange any pleasantries.
Their faces were solemn as they raised their heads and looked towards the sky.
They in the Yang God Realm sensed...
Outside the sky, there are many sharp auras crisscrossing!
"It's the enemy!"
Du Longyang and others burst out with shocking aura.
Boom! The vast sea exploded, and they all rushed into the bloody battlefield.
…
Immortal temple.
The formation operates quietly.
The golden lion yawned.
It has been ten years. He has been the guardian of the formation for a full ten years. Although he has absorbed spiritual energy and essence during these ten years and his cultivation has improved a lot, but... the days of being able to only watch those little guys in the formation practice are really extremely boring.
Of course, these few days have been a bit interesting.
Many people wanted to break the formation and challenge him.
The Golden Lion had no malicious intention to stop them. As long as they could hold out for more than ten moves in his hands, he would basically let them go.
Huh? Suddenly.
The golden lion raised its head.
The golden lion mane fluttered.
The sound of heavy footsteps rang out in the formation.
A burly figure, carrying an axe and shield on his back, walked out slowly. Every step he took actually caused the formation to shake.
The Overlord looked at the golden lion calmly, he raised his hand and took off its head.
The golden lion's hair suddenly exploded all over his body. He felt...
A strong sense of malice.
…
Golden Body Continent.
Towering mountain top.
Lu Fan's white shirt fluttered and his smile was as beautiful as a flower.
He looked at the figures walking out of the immortal ruins one after another, and couldn't help but feel a little emotional.
There is a feeling of being an old father seeing all the little kids of the past grow up.
"After ten years of training, let these saints become the grinding stones for your growth."
Lu Fan smiled.
Roll up your sleeves, clip, and drop on the chessboard.
The Yin-Yang chess game seemed to be gradually reaching perfection. As the chessboard was set up, Lu Fan's spiritual awareness seemed to become more and more powerful.
The Five Phoenix Origin is a fusion of the three strongest mid-level martial arts origins, approaching the high-level martial arts origin.
As long as Lu Fan's spiritual consciousness drives the origin vortex to rotate and transform it into a magnificent star vortex, perhaps... the Five Phoenix Continent can transcend the shackles in one fell swoop and step into high martial arts.
At that time...
The Wuhuang Continent is about to undergo the most terrifying transformation in history.
The transformation from medium martial arts to high martial arts...
That is far from comparable to before.
The ancients said that if one person achieves enlightenment, the whole family will benefit from it, and there is some truth to this.
When the Five Phoenixes are promoted to high martial arts, everyone will achieve a qualitative leap.
The energy accumulated by the three most powerful martial arts origins will be fed back to the people of the world, ushering in a great transformation.
Lu Fan continued playing chess.
Neither hasty nor slow.
…
"You, a mere native, dare to swing your sword at us, the Saints and Saints?"
"When Saint Qing Ling breaks the formation, I will kill this man with my own hands!"
"A native who is about to be promoted to a high-level warrior naturally has the capital to be arrogant, but... he chose the wrong target for his arrogance."
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
The noise was endless.
Qi Liujia's formation did not stop these saints.
And the Holy Sons and Holy Daughters did not have the trouble of finding Qi Liujia.
On the emerald green spirit boat, the holy son named Qing Ling had a smile on his face.
He took the spirit boat and escaped into the Futian Formation.
He possesses a unique physique, born to break formations. He can change the formation patterns and even capture them.
The smoke was curling.
The fog was thick.
A ray of green light was rapidly flowing in it, like a fish tumbling.
Outside the Futian Formation.
Many saints and holy maidens showed relaxed smiles.
They were all waiting for the formation to be broken, and then they would charge into the bloody battlefield and kill the arrogant natives.
However.
After a long time, someone's expression changed slightly.
"Why... why hasn't Saint Qing Ling broken the formation yet?"
However, these words had just fallen.
A muffled groan sounded.
A ray of green light flew out rapidly from the smoke.
The Holy Son Qing Ling lived up to his graceful appearance. He coughed up blood and the light on the spirit boat dimmed.
"This formation is a bit weird. I can't find the center of the formation or the formation pattern, so it's hard to break it!"
The Holy Son Qing Ling said.
He was somewhat frightened, but luckily the formation was just a defensive one. If it was a killing formation, he would have turned into a corpse by now.
Many saints were surprised.
The Holy Son Qing Ling is unable to break the formation?
"Of course, if you want to enter the formation, you can do so. With the blessing of magic tools, you can maintain your mind and descend on the bloody battlefield."
"But... there's something strange about this formation, everyone be careful."
The Holy Son Qing Ling thought about it and reminded.
Anyway, he won't join the battle again.
Many saints thought of the tragic death of Saint Tianlong, whose body was still lying in the bloody battlefield, gradually getting cold.
Therefore, many people hesitated in their hearts.
On the bloody battlefield, Nie Zhangqing, with his sword pointed at the sky, could not help but sneer.
"What kind of saint son and saint daughter are they? They are just a bunch of cowardly rats."
Nie Zhangqing's white shirt fluttered, and his loud laughter spread beyond the battlefield, lingering in the ears of every saint son and saint daughter.
"furious!"
The eyes of these saints revealed murderous intent.
"Come in if you can!"
Nie Zhangqing held the Dragon Slayer in one hand and stepped on the body of the Holy Son of Heavenly Dragon with one foot, saying.
On the bloody battlefield.
The Xuanwu Guards, the Nanfu Army and other training armies all showed excitement.
Their blood is boiling.
Jiang Li recovered from his injuries, wearing blood-stained silver armor, and looked into the sky.
Tan Tai Xuan clapped his hands and laughed.
"What high martial arts saint son and saint daughter..."
"You are a bunch of rats!"
Tan Tai Xuan Dao.
His arrogance made many saints furious.
"How dare a mere mortal be so arrogant!"
The golden boy and jade girl riding on the black and white cranes said indifferently.
Boom! However, they had just finished speaking.
Nie Zhangqing moved.
As he took one step at a time, a sword lotus seemed to emerge from under his feet.
"King Beixuan is right, you guys... are a bunch of rats!"
"If you don't dare to come in, I will kill you!"
Nie Zhangqing's eyes sparkled as he rushed out of the Futian Formation with a sword in hand.
"Who dares to fight me?!"
Nie Zhangqing was like a knife, and his shouts lingered.
"Do you think you are invincible just because you killed the Holy Son of Heavenly Dragon?"
One of the saints sneered.
Seeing that Nie Zhangqing actually dared to take the initiative to attack, he was filled with murderous intent.
They were afraid of being trapped in the formation.
However, since Nie Zhangqing had left the formation, why should they be afraid? Boom! A saint with red flames all over his body walked out and punched Nie Zhangqing.
One punch, and a sky full of blazing fire!
On the bronze warship, the young man in golden clothes smiled.
Although Nie Zhangqing is not bad, he is not worth his effort.
This time, among the saints and holy maidens who came to compete for this great fortune of high martial arts origin, the only ones who are truly worthy of the young man in golden clothes' attention are the golden boy and jade girl riding the black and white cranes, the bronze-skinned burly man on the back of the bird of prey, and the Saint Son of Qingling on the spirit boat.
They all came from the seventh-level high-level martial arts world and were saints and saintesses far superior to the ordinary ones.
He can also easily kill a Saint Son like the Holy Son of Tianlong, who has not even comprehended the meaning of the Tao.
Nie Zhangqing's eyes were firm.
He felt the blood boiling in his body.
This is a crisis, but... it is also an opportunity! Facing such a Saint-level existence, there is pressure, but turning pressure into motivation is what he should do.
Nie Zhangqing believed that the omniscient young master must be watching his battle in every corner of the world.
The young master did not make a move, he must have wanted him to use these people to hone himself! "Kill!"
Nie Zhangqing took a big step.
He took a step forward and slashed the dragon like he was drawing his sword.
Thousands of flames swept through, and the Holy Son who threw a sharp fist also burst out with terrible pressure.
"Draw your sword!"
"Slay the dragon!"
Nie Zhangqing growled.
"Dao Yi?!"
"This Saint Son also has it!"
The eyes of the Holy Son who threw the punch were shining, and the next moment, the fluctuations of Taoism burst out from his body.
Both fists pushed out horizontally.
The flaming fist swept across the sky!
The blade and flame collided, sending sparks flying.
The Holy Son actually staggered backwards into nothingness.
"What a strong Dao intention! What level of Dao intention is this?!"
The Holy Son was frightened.
His attack with Dao Yi was actually cut off by Nie Zhangqing's sword, and deep cuts appeared on his body! "The talent is really monstrous... Fourth-level Dao Yi!"
The Holy Son in gorgeous clothes on the bronze warship had a gleaming look in his eyes.
"It's a pity that you're alone... You can't save the world by yourself."
Many saints were shocked by Nie Zhangqing's strength.
However, most people showed disdain.
Because Nie Zhangqing is alone, and his cultivation is not strong, but... the initial stage of distraction.
Nie Zhangqing stood there, his spine like a dragon, roaring like a divine dragon.
"Kill him! Break off his head! Let all the creatures in this world despair!"
far away.
The three saints shouted at the same time and took action.
The three Spirit Severing Realm masters launched fierce attacks at the same time, causing Nie Zhangqing to feel horrified. However, he did not retreat and held the Dragon Slaying Sword.
Take out a pill and put it into your mouth.
A steady stream of power began to sweep over.
He was fearless and fought with his sword drawn.
“Hahaha…more than people?”
"What a crap Saint Son and Saint Daughter... the majority bullies the minority?"
The voice exploded from the bloody battlefield.
Three streams of light rushed out.
Feng Yilou's purple robe fluttered, Zhong Nan's eyes were sharp, and Xiao Yue'er's face was solemn.
The sudden appearance of the three Yin God Realm masters caused the saints present to shrink their gazes slightly.
However, the terrifying aura following Feng Yilou and others was even more frightening.
Um?!
In the void, many saints and holy women were shocked.
On the cold continent.
Qi Liujia, who was sitting there in a daze, also opened his eyes slightly, with a look of surprise in his eyes.
The bronze-skinned man sitting cross-legged on the raptor's back opened his eyes for the first time.
The golden boy and jade girl on the backs of the black and white cranes also revealed a different color.
Boom! The majestic energy swept over and turned into a giant hand that covered the sky.
The Holy Son who had previously fought with Nie Zhangqing and exploded with terrifying flames showed a look of horror.
The huge hand that covered the sky came over.
He launched an amazing attack, but was still unable to resist.
Phew!
A big hand wiped it.
The Holy Son didn't even have time to throw out his holy-level magic weapon to save his life, and his body was crushed by the giant hand!
It exploded into a ball of blood mist in the void, and only the holy-level magic weapon escaped with the soul wrapped in it.
The expressions of many saints and holy women changed slightly.
This world... doesn't seem as simple as they imagined? This Nie Zhangqing doesn't seem to be the strongest person! The big hand dissipated.
The peerless empress's red robe fluttered, and her long white legs were faintly visible under the red robe, looking graceful and elegant.
Her beautiful face was slightly raised, the corners of her lips curled slightly, with a hint of coldness.
"To bully my brother Lu's disciples is to bully me, Ni Chunqiu!"
“Kill them all!”
The empress's domineering words circulated in the void.
The empress's wanton and arrogant aura made the pupils of the saints and holy maidens on the bronze warships, black and white cranes, birds of prey, and spirit boats constrict.
"This world... actually has the Out-of-Body Realm?!"
(End of this chapter)