Just when Elder Cang and Marquis Wen were working together to resist Ye Kong, King Netherworld took the opportunity to cast a spell to activate the Blood Nether Pearl that had absorbed all the energy.
I saw the aura all over his body slowly rising from below, causing considerable fluctuations in spiritual power.
The Blood Nether Pearl is rotating rapidly, and the red light emitting from it can be clearly seen.
The Netherworld King smiled strangely and worked vigorously. The magic formula in his hand never stopped. The black clouds in the sky suddenly rolled and rolled, as if they were about to suppress them at any time, creating an extremely suffocating and terrifying feeling.
The Netherworld King danced his palms, and his powerful spiritual power emitted from his palms and melted into the Blood Nether Pearl.
The strong wind roared and howled, and the battlefield below was filled with flying sand and rocks. Looking from a distance, everything was covered in gray.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Ye Kong immediately used all the spiritual energy in his body, gathered it in his fists, and struck out two powerful punches at Elder Cang and Marquis Wen.
Bang!
In just an instant, the spiritual shields that Marquis Wen and Elder Cang had been struggling to maintain broke and dissipated. Two invisible fist shadows hit their chests hard, knocking Marquis Wen and Elder Cang into the air.
Ye Kong raised his head and looked in the direction of Netherworld King.
Netherworld King seemed to feel Ye Kong's gaze and directly met Ye Kong's gaze.
For an instant, a cold light flashed in Ye Kong's eyes, his gaze seemed to be without any aggression, but it made people feel a little afraid.
As for Netherworld King, he just smiled strangely, with an evil smile on his lips, and his charming peach blossom eyes showed a very obvious smile.
"You are too slow." Nether King said disdainfully, then waved his right hand to control the Blood Nether Pearl.
The Blood Nether Pearl suddenly flashed, and everyone present subconsciously covered their eyes. The intense red light emitted by the Blood Nether Pearl illuminated everyone on the battlefield below.
After a moment, the red light disappeared, but those who fell on the ground, who were no longer breathing, opened their eyes directly, revealing two empty white eyes. Then those people stood up as if being pulled, and the whole process
synchronous.
"What's going on!"
"How come they all survived?"
There were noisy sounds from the battlefield below. Not only the disciples of Yin Sha Palace and Tian Xuan Sect who fell to the ground came back to life, but even the disciples who had unfortunately died in the Nine Peaks miraculously stood up.
When he saw his fellow disciple coming back to life, a disciple from Yushou Peak rushed forward excitedly, "Senior brother!"
However, when the cold body heard the voice, it didn't even turn around. The young disciple of Yushou Peak rushed over without any precautions.
Swish——
"Junior brother!"
Accompanied by the sound of the sword cutting through the air and the shouts of the people around him, a long sword with blood dripping from the tip was already thrust out of the young disciple's heart.
The junior brother's eyes widened suddenly, but his gaze still stayed on the very familiar face in front of him. He just smiled lightly, and the scarlet blood in his mouth dripped along the curve of the raised corner of his mouth.
But the extremely pale face in front of him, revealing a sickly white face, did not have the slightest expression.
The young disciple gradually lost the strength to rely on his feet. The broken blade in his hand fell to the ground, and then he fell straight down without making any sound and motionless.
When the other disciples saw this, they all held swords and wanted to avenge him, but the one who killed him was also the person they had spent time together and practiced together. The hand holding the sword couldn't help but pause for a moment, but no one came forward.
King Netherworld looked at all this proudly and smiled even more evilly.
Over the years, he has long understood that in this world of cultivating immortals, there is no point in fighting and killing. It is nothing more than winning or losing. But if people from the same sect kill each other, you can imagine how interesting it is. What the Netherworld King fights is to reap the benefits of others.
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At this time, the battlefield below was just as King Netherworld expected. Those people only attacked people from Yinsha Palace and Tianxuan Sect, but they never took action against their friends from the same sect.
The Lord of the Nine Peaks also knew the current situation on the field. Everyone had love and compassion for their disciples in their hearts. They united to let the remaining disciples defend themselves and capture alive their fellow disciples who had lost their will.
At this time, Tian Qingwu, who was on the other side of the Secret Hall, tried various methods, but there was no response from the Secret Hall. This was undoubtedly a big blow to Tian Qingwu.
Tian Qingwu was a little anxious, his head drooped helplessly, his eyebrows drooped, but when he thought that Tianxuan Sect must be fighting against Jiufeng now, he thought that his cultivation was still shallow, and he only had the position of sect leader, but he had no real power...
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Thinking of everything, a trace of anger suddenly ignited in Tian Qingwu's heart. The hands on both sides of his body could not help but clenched. His eyes turned and his eyes became a little more fierce.
Tian Qingwu made a hand gesture with his hands, and as he moved his hands, light blue spiritual energy spread out from his fingertips.
The aura around him fluctuated strongly, causing the cabinets inside to shake constantly, like a precursor to an earthquake.
In an instant, Tian Qingwu spread her arms vigorously, and a majestic aura suddenly erupted from her body, which was unstoppable.
Bang bang bang——
There was a noise in the secret hall, and the shining beads in the surrounding corners shattered, dissipating the only light in the room.
At this time, everything in the Secret Hall was pitch black, abyss-like darkness.
At this moment, a burst of light came from nowhere in the room, shining very dazzlingly.
Tian Qingwu subconsciously covered her eyes. When the light eased a little, she gradually opened her eyes.
What appeared in front of me was a three-foot-long sword. The blade seemed to be made of dark iron, and there was a faint cold air in the darkness. The sword was as dark and bright as the wall of a well, and the blade was
Sharp, the blade is like autumn frost.
Tian Qingwu was stunned for a moment, his bright eyes looking straight at the cold sword that appeared in front of him.
She has seen countless magic weapons made by experts in this world, but none of them are as strong as this sword.
There is no doubt that this sword is indeed the best sword Tian Qingwu has ever seen, bar none.
Tian Qingwu came closer unexpectedly, and although he could feel the cold air emanating from the sword, it was as biting as cold water in winter.
But Tian Qingwu still walked in slowly and slowly stretched out his hand.
Miejie felt the invasion of outsiders, and the sword seemed to shake consciously, emitting an extremely violent tremor, like a tsunami in the sea that could destroy everything.
The strong sword breath emanating from this shock caused Tian Qingwu to retreat continuously and uncontrollably hit the cabinet behind him.
The impact was a bit strong. The moment it hit the cabinet, the cabinet shattered into pieces with four or five obvious cracks from bottom to top.
Tian Qingwu couldn't help but let out a muffled groan. She felt that the shock just now had affected the usually stable air sea in her body.
At this moment, Tian Qingwu's heart was beating violently, as if he had been greatly stimulated. Tian Qingwu moved his palms gently, creating a small movement, hoping to restore stability to his Qi sea.