Hundreds of thousands of powerful monks from the Imperial Clan died unexpectedly in an instant and turned into ashes. This change was so sudden that even Zhang Qian did not react, and Gu Qingming did not expect that Tian Xuanzi would be so ruthless.
He directly used the Yuanshi Daluo altar to sacrifice his own cultivation level, causing the power of the altar to skyrocket and annihilating hundreds of thousands of powerful monks in one blow.
All the Yuanshi Daluo Dao Qi transformed by the death of hundreds of thousands of monks rushed towards Tian Xuanzi. Tian Xuanzi's body shook and absorbed all the Yuanshi Daluo Dao Qi in an instant.
What's frightening is that after absorbing this Tao Qi, the monk who fell just now recovered immediately and regained the half-step Daluo Taoist realm.
"Holy Lord!"
Seeing this scene, the remaining Jiutian Sect monks who were originally filled with despair and resentment cheered and looked shocked.
Gu Qingming was a little dumbfounded. He clearly had the absolute upper hand just now and wiped out most of the Jiutian Sect's monks, but in the blink of an eye, all his men were dead and turned into ashes.
If it hadn't been for the protection of the Eight Desolate Gods Monument, he would have been severely injured just now.
"Gu Qingming, weren't you crazy just now? My Yuanshi Daluo Altar is such a simple treasure. Do you think you can make me suffer a big loss by taking you by surprise? What now? All your people are dead. I want to see how you explain it to Panhuang."
Gu Qingming gritted his teeth on his face, but in reality there was no waver in his heart. Only a small part of the hundreds of thousands of Imperial Clan monks belonged to the Jie Emperor Clan, and the rest were monks from the other nine Imperial Clan.
With so many people dead this time, neither side would give up, and his mission was accomplished.
"Don't be complacent, Tian Xuanzi, you are such a crazy person. Hundreds of thousands of monks from our Imperial Clan have been killed by your hands. Well, well, well, the Jiutian Sect really does not regard the world's monks as human beings and kills them so wantonly. From today on, all the people in the world will be killed." Everyone will know the true face of your Jiutian Sect!"
"you!"
Tian Xuanzi was originally not good at words, so he was not a sharp-tongued opponent like Gu Qingming. When Gu Qingming said this, his heart boiled with anger, but he didn't know how to refute.
Before he could refute, Gu Qingming said again: "Our Imperial Clan has been tolerant of this catastrophe, just because we don't want to make the world miserable. Who would have thought that your Jiutian Sect is so aggressive, and now you are going on a killing spree, killing wantonly, Can you afford the cause and effect of starting this great catastrophe?"
Gu Qingming's righteous scolding made Tian Xuanzi's seven orifices smoke. He turned red and roared. The Yuanshi Daluo altar beneath his feet shook violently. Billions of Yuanshi Daluo Dao Qi exploded, like a heavy rain, covering Gu Qingming. And go.
Gu Qingming sneered, and the thousands of gods behind him instantly returned to the Eight Desolate Gods Monument, but he himself disappeared without a trace in a stream of light.
Tian Xuanzi was stunned. He still knew a lot about Gu Qingming's details. Gu Qingming suddenly disappeared. He actually didn't see how the other party disappeared. His majestic spiritual consciousness swept across and failed to detect any trace. The traces of Gu Qingming disappeared in such an incredible way.
"Is this your life-saving trump card? Humph, Gu Qingming, our Tianxuan Sect is facing off against your Jie Emperor clan this time of great tribulation. If we don't wipe out your Jie Emperor clan completely, how can I let out such a bad breath! "
After searching for a while, Tian Xuanzi gave up, thinking that this was Gu Qingming's life-saving trump card. He turned his head to look at Zhang Qian, who had been cross-legged in the void to guide the destiny of heaven. He glared fiercely and said with hatred. : "Zhang Qian, don't be proud, this catastrophe will be your death!"
After saying these harsh words, Tian Xuanzi waved his hand and angrily left with the tens of thousands of remaining monks.
When Tian Xuanzi and others were far away, a figure suddenly appeared next to Zhang Qian, it was Gu Qingming.
Gu Qingming didn't leave at all just now, he just returned to All Heavens and Ten Thousand Ways in an instant. He had been trained by Zhang Qian to become the Taoist God of Rules. Zhang Qian could make him return to All Heavens and Tens of Ways with just a thought.
"Honored Lord, this time eighty or ninety thousand monks from the Jiutian Sect died, and hundreds of thousands of members of the Ten Emperors Family died at the hands of Tian Xuanzi. Both sides can no longer restrain themselves."
Zhang Qian smiled slightly: "We are about to start a war with them. If they continue to be so afraid of each other and secretly try to win over the forces of the thirty-six states, we don't know what the disaster will be like. By the way, according to your Observe, who is more powerful compared to Emperor Pan and Tiandao Sect?"
Zhang Qian was also very curious about this issue.
Gu Qingming thought for a while and said: "Panhuang is very strange. He seems to hate Tiandao Sect deeply. Every time he mentions it, he seems to be a different person. He gnashes his teeth and lacks the majesty of the emperor. I don't know the details of Panhuang, but from the surface Come on, he shouldn’t be a match for Tiandao Sect. This is my intuition, but I don’t know if it’s accurate.”
"The Tiandao Sect has been reincarnated for thousands of generations and has cultivated thousands of Taoist ideas. Emperor Pan is actually his clone in one of his lifetimes. However, I don't know what went wrong. Emperor Pan actually confronted the Tiandao Sect. It's funny to think about it."
"It's so true!"
This was the first time Gu Qingming heard the details about Emperor Pan, and his eyes widened immediately.
"So, Panhuang is definitely no match for Tiandao Sect, so this catastrophe..."
Zhang Qian waved his hand: "That's not necessarily the case. This Emperor Pan is not simple either. I don't know what secrets he hides. You have to be careful and don't let him see any flaws. Also, I asked you to inquire about Tianji Pavilion." How are you doing with your inquiries?"
Gu Qingming said respectfully: "Tianji Pavilion is now leaderless and has fallen into civil strife. There are faint signs of Tianji Pavilion breaking away from the thirty-six states."
Zhang Gan nodded. He had promised Mengyouxian to conquer Tianji Pavilion for a long time. Now that he had established a sect, it was time to go to Tianji Pavilion.
boom!
Suddenly, a pleasant roar sounded in front of him, and a square pool appeared. The pool was filled with the power of extremely auspicious luck, and the Holy Pond of Luck appeared.
This is the Qi Luck Sacred Pond belonging to the Biyou Palace. It does not look big. It is only about ten feet in length and width, making it extremely narrow. However, Zhang Qian has no dissatisfaction. The sect’s Qi Luck Sacred Pond that has just been opened is very small. If he wants to expand it, To increase the power of luck in the sacred pool of luck, the only way is to develop the sect's foundation, or to rob the luck, or to let the disciples go to the thirty-six states to kill demons and slay demons, and to act chivalrously and righteously. thing.
This task of slaying demons and performing chivalry is not something that the disciples of the sect have nothing to do when they are full, or their chivalrous hearts are bursting. It is a task assigned by the sect. This is a means to increase the luck of the sect.
This method of accumulating luck is very slow and can only be considered better than nothing. If a sect makes a huge contribution to the world, then luck from the sky will be the fastest way to increase the sect's luck.
Unfortunately, this method requires a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, which can only be met but not sought.
Apart from these methods, Zhang Qian is currently unaware of any other methods that can increase the sect's luck.
Whoosh!
With a wave of his hand, this small holy pool of luck fell into the top of Buzhou Mountain in the world of Shanhe Sheji Tu, and then disappeared into the depths of the void.
Li Qingque and all the others who joined Biyou Palace felt a faint force of luck coming to them the moment the Holy Pond of Luck fell. This was the blessing of the sect's luck.
