These millions of human souls melt away and become the nourishment of the Realm Gate.
"Not enough, still not enough!"
The silver-haired old man frowned and said: "The Realm Gate can pass through the strong Nascent Soul, but it is not enough to pass through the strong God Transformation. It's not enough, it's still not enough... You guys, are you willing to become a sacrifice to me!"
The Nascent Soul Demon Cultivators and Golden Core Demon Cultivators present were all horrified and subconsciously gathered together and asked: "Senior, what is the meaning of this?"
"what for?"
The silver-haired old man said: "The Realm Gate is enough for Nascent Soul monks to pass through, but not enough for the God Transformation monks to pass through. Please make a blood sacrifice to the Realm Gate!"
"Kill! This old beast wants to sacrifice our blood, kill him!"
"How can I, the White Tiger, be afraid of this old beast?"
"Kill him and seize the realm gate!"
"So what about the transformed gods? Together with the twenty-five Nascent Souls, we will definitely be able to go up against the sky and kill the transformed gods!"
"If there are too many wolves, they can kill tigers, and what's more, it's just an old dog that transforms into a god!"
"kill him!"
The Nascent Soul demon cultivators present were all furious, their eyes were blood red, and they attacked the silver-haired old man with endless killing intent.
A dragon opened its mouth and spit out endless cold air, turned into an ice sword, and stabbed him;
When a white tiger opened its mouth, the power of Gengjin gathered together and turned into Gengjin divine thunder that struck down.
A golden eagle took action, its feathers separated from its body and turned into sharp swords, slashing down.
A Xuanwu stirred the turtle shell and turned into endless Xuanming energy, sweeping over.
A rabbit moved its eyes and turned into a force of charm, sweeping over.
Other Nascent Soul monsters also took action one after another, attacking with various killing moves in succession, as if they were going to drown the silver-haired old man.
"Silver Wolf Howls at the Moon!"
The silver-haired old man smiled, with a look of contempt on his face, as if he was looking at a group of ants. No matter how many ants there are, how can they compete with the dragon.
No matter how many ants there are, they are still ants.
A giant silver wolf appeared behind it, and above the head of the ground, a silver moon appeared, emitting eternal light.
[Silver Wolf Howling at the Moon], the original vision of the silver-haired old man.
Hoho!
The vision swept over and suppressed the Nascent Soul monsters present.
The silver moonlight fell, suppressing the monsters present.
Those Nascent Soul monsters felt as if their bodies were being suppressed by a huge mountain. The tenth level of attack power was suddenly weakened to the seventh level.
When the silver wolf opened its mouth, countless attacks were swallowed up.
"Too weak, go to hell!"
At this moment, the silver-haired old man smiled and grabbed a dragon with his palm.
The dragon was frightened, its body flashed, and it was already a hundred miles away.
But before he could take a breath, he felt a huge hand fall from the sky and pinch his body.
Click!
Severe pain occurred and Jiaolong was crushed to death.
The silver-haired old man waved his hand, and the dragon's body was thrown into the black realm gate and turned into the nourishment of the realm gate.
The color of the realm gate becomes deeper and darker.
"Not enough, still not enough!"
The silver-haired old man pinched another Nascent Soul monster. At that time, a golden eagle was faster.
But he was still pinched and killed on the spot, becoming a sacrifice at the Realm Gate.
"I'll fight hard!"
The other Nascent Soul monsters were frightened and launched their killing moves one after another, but they were all easily defused by the silver-haired old man.
But every time the silver-haired old man made a move, he did it lightly, but he could crush any Nascent Soul monster to death.
No accidents occurred, no miracles occurred, the silver-haired old man easily suppressed the heroes.
Once again, it explains how tyrannical the powerful person who transforms into a god is.
There may be Nascent Soul cultivators who rely on group fights to kill the transformed gods; there may be Nascent Soul monsters who go against the will of heaven and kill the transformed gods. However, the demon cultivators present are unable to do so.
When the eighth Nascent Soul monster was crushed to death, the remaining monsters fled away one after another, no longer having the courage to attack.
But the silver-haired old man's expression remained unchanged, and he waved his hands to catch them. One after another, the Yuanying monsters were captured, and then they were crushed to death and sacrificed to the world gate with their blood.
When all the Nascent Soul monsters were crushed to death, when the blood sacrifice was made to the world gate, the silver-haired old man frowned and said: "Not enough, not enough, still not enough. It's only half done, and sacrifices are still needed."
The silver-haired old man took action and began to hunt down the golden elixir monsters. About three hundred and fifty golden elixir monsters were sacrificed in blood.
"The Realm Gate has only completed the seventh floor!"
"We still need to hunt down the purple monsters!"
"But there are hundreds of thousands of Zifu monsters. It would take a lot of time to capture them. It's better to go to the blood sacrifice plane!"
The silver-haired old man said calmly, and began to set up a large formation, the blood sacrifice plane.
…
In the void, a silver-haired old man flew through the void, quickly carving formation patterns at an extremely fast speed.
"This is a blood sacrifice plane!"
Lu Xuanji sensed the mysterious changes contained in the formation patterns, and seemed to think of something.
This is a small world of 100,000 square kilometers, equivalent to the area of Zhejiang Province, and the number of monsters growing in it is in the millions.
However, in the eyes of the silver-haired old man, they were just ants.
At this moment, a blood sacrifice plane is required.
Can he stop it?
cannot!
Just when the silver-haired old man flew by, he noticed the formation here and found his traces, but he paid no attention to anything and simply ignored him.
A mere human race cultivator from the Purple Mansion is just an ant.
When humans walk by on the road, do they pay attention to the ants on the ground? Not at all.
Boom boom boom!
At this moment, the formations on the plane began to move, and blood-colored light rose up. With the blood light surging, countless blood lights surged, and countless foundation-building monsters began to die. Even some Zifu
Monsters are also dead.
"Am I going to die here?"
Lu Xuanji sat on the stone tablet with the words "Lingshan Garden" engraved on it, feeling a little bored.
The bloody light struck, but was easily blocked by Lu Xuanji, but this was just the beginning.
Buzz!
The formation is running, the blood is surging, and the origin of the entire plane has been extracted. Originally, the entire fragmented world was lush and green, with a large number of elixirs and herbs growing, and a large number of monsters and beasts thriving in it. But as the
The origin of the plane was extracted, and the elixirs and herbs withered.
The broken plane has completely come to an end.
Click!
Like a dilapidated house shaking, the plane began to shatter, and countless space-cutting forces surged and tore apart.
The plane is falling apart step by step.
"Haha, the boundary gate is completed!"
The silver-haired old man smiled and entered the realm gate in a flash.
After he entered the realm gate, about ten breaths later, the realm gate shattered.
Click!
Click!
In order to condense the realm gate, too much of the original power of the plane was extracted. The plane was shaking, being impacted by the power of the void, and heading towards destruction.
Stab!
A force of void cut through, and Lu Xuanji dodged, but still made a bloody gash on his arm, and blood dripped on the stone tablet.
After ten breaths, the plane completely collapsed.
The void shatters, and the endless power of destruction tears everything apart and destroys everything.
Even if there are a few Zifu monks and Jindan monks who escape from the silver-haired old man, they will be buried forever in the turbulence of the void.
The turbulent flow of the void tears everything apart and destroys everything. Even the transformed gods will die if they fall into it. Only the void-refining monks have a glimmer of hope.
The next moment, a void-shattering force tore in, destroying everything.
Lu Xuanji's vision went dark and he lost consciousness.
I am dead!
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ps: The fourth update is here, the Carvin phase has passed, and the next plot will be very smooth.