With Wuhui City as the center, black rain enveloped a radius of a hundred miles.
In just five minutes, the entire land was filled with black streams, and the soil was dyed pitch black, as if it had been cursed by an evil spirit.
The Nascent Soul disciples in Wuhui City struggled to resist the invasion of black rain.
Some disciples who had just broken through to the Nascent Soul had already passed out.
The simple temporary houses built by the monks could not stop the black rain from penetrating.
That’s right!
The black rain that can only be resisted by sacrificing the elemental weapon, how can it be resisted by relying on the eaves.
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"All Nascent Soul realms should be preserved and unified. This black rain has limited abilities. Within three days, you will only be slightly affected mentally. It will not be a serious problem, but remember not to be careless."
Duan Xuelin is at the peak of Yuanying.
He is an alchemist and a doctor.
Duan Xuelin studied the effects of black rain right away.
In fact, the power of the curse in the black rain is not as terrifying as Lin Zongkun said.
After all, it's just a fake Dao pattern, and there's a space barrier blocking it.
As long as you are willing to block it in the Nascent Soul Realm, it will take three days and three nights to truly transform your cultivation.
And Shen Fusheng told them that the cursed black rain could only last for one or two hours at most.
Although Jing Qingsu was using the Cloud Formation.
But his situation was different from that of Li Jiuchuan and Lu Xiu. While he was using the teleportation formation, he still had enough energy to withstand the black rain.
"The power of the curse in this black rain is very terrifying, but because of the scattered rain lines, the power of the curse is also dispersed, so there is no way it can be done by natural selection."
"It's a pity that Li Jiuchuan and the others are like a piece of cake at the moment and have no power to resist at all."
"If what I feel is correct, in about half an hour, Li Jiuchuan and the others' cultivation may fall directly to the Nascent Soul realm. By then, the consequences will be unimaginable."
Jing Qingsu estimated the time and wished he could burn himself faster.
But there is no way.
The Yunxiao Array must be accumulated, otherwise it will not be completed at all.
Ji Dongyuan and the three Tianzes easily counteracted the cursed black rain without being affected at all.
He Jianggui and others were in the Nascent Soul realm but it was very difficult.
Duan Xuehan was right, if it really rained for three days and three nights, even if there was an elemental weapon to resist it, the cultivation level would probably fall to the golden elixir level.
pity.
Lin Zongkun's purpose was not ordinary from the beginning.
They want to break the Ten Thousand Refined Poison Soul Formation.
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"Humph, this Lin Zongkuntian has no shame, and he is not afraid of blowing the sky with his cowhide."
Yan Shilun sneered.
The other holy masters in the inner shaft ring also laughed and said nothing.
That's right.
Lin Zongkun brags too much.
This black rain curse can indeed change the monk's cultivation.
But those are the divine characters of Dao.
As for Lin Zongkun's fake character, he might only be able to bully the weaker outer world.
It's such a waste of time, who will stand there stupidly, waiting for you to use it.
Because it is a pseudo-word of Dao, Lin Zongkun's curse is very weak and requires a lot of time to achieve its effect.
The effect of the pseudo-words on the Dao pattern is so poor that it is impossible for the black rain to last for three days and three nights.
Almost three hours.
"As long as there is some resistance, even the outer world can easily counteract the Black Rain."
"It's just a useless divine symbol. It's too embarrassing to show off."
Xuan Fengzi from the Xuanjie domain sneered.
"It's a pity that you, Xuan Fengzi, are not so useless, so your military exploits were taken away by Lin Zongkun."
The Holy Lord of the Southern Realm mocked.
Hearing this, the other Holy Masters chuckled one after another, and Xuan Fengzi's face turned dark.
That's right.
It's obviously useless, but it plays a vital role at this moment.
The ten natural selection realms that support the circulation of blood cells have no ability to resist at all. However, the only natural selection has to maintain the confrontation between the two holy places and has no time to help.
Those young natural selections were imprisoned in the Yunxiao Formation and could not get out at all.
The Nascent Soul Realm itself cannot be protected.
As a result, no one in the entire northern realm could protect ten people.
In fact, to the Northern Territory, this useless piece of rib is comparable to the sharpest dagger in the world, piercing straight into the heart.
Even if two Natural Selection Realms are free at this moment, it is impossible to help all ten Natural Selection Realms block the Black Rain invasion.
Desperate situation!
A curse-like pseudo-character of Dao patterns directly pushed the Northern Territory into a desperate situation.
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Over the Northern Territory.
Lin Zongkun smiled arrogantly, overlooking the misery of the people.
Yu Min'en and Qiao Chufeng also had sneers on their lips.
They were all half-stepping questions and had already roughly estimated the time.
The time for the blood cells to fall is about 20 minutes earlier than the opening of the Yunxiao Formation.
These natural selections in the Tianci Sect may have been practiced too fast and the foundation was unstable, so the cursed black rain invaded extremely quickly, almost like a plague.
This is also a surprise.
The two holy places almost forgot that the Northern Realm was originally just a remote place in the Exile Realm. People broke through in an instant and did not even have time to master the power of natural selection.
Victory is already close at hand.
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On the Wenyuan Tower, at the top of the sky.
Zhao Chu watched helplessly as the Ten Thousand Refined Poison Soul Formation was activated, and watched as the curse covered the sky.
Lin Zongkun's wild laughter echoed over the northern realm.
He is mocking the Northern Territory.
He is laughing at all the weaknesses in the world.
He was laughing at the suffering people.
People who are burdened with the yoke of suffering under the feet of powerful men like them are never worthy of standing up.
"Spirit! Realm! Realm!"
Zhao Chu's face remained cold, and the nails in his palms were deeply embedded in his flesh.
Soon!
The confinement on the top floor of the Questioning Yuan Tower is about to dissipate.
This was also a surprise for Zhao Chu.
This power of confinement is the same as opening a sluice to release floods. As the impact of the water flow becomes too great, the cracks in the sluice are also rapidly expanding.
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Northern realm!
The black rain was still pouring down, and many weak Nascent Soul realms were already unconscious.
Even Ji Dongyuan, a natural selection, has begun to struggle.
At this time, people in the northern realm finally noticed something unusual.
Those monks who break through too quickly will suffer more severe effects of the curse.
That’s right!
They themselves have also noticed that the realm has broken through too quickly, without experiencing all kinds of fighting and without the stability of various retreats, the realm is not stable at all.
And among the ten people who endured the Ten Thousand Refined Poison Soul Formation.
Ku Yishu and Ku Yunjin obviously suffered from a very weak curse, even insignificant.
But just the two of them cannot support the Ten Thousand Refined Poison Soul Formation.
Even if one of them declines in cultivation, the other nine will no longer be able to support the blood cells.
At that time, the Taoist symbols that threatened the two holy places... were defeated by themselves.
"Could it be that God wants to destroy my northern realm?"
Time passes bit by bit, cold and ruthless.
Perhaps, cruel time is the guillotine hanging over the dawn of life. From the moment you were born, it has been cutting apart everything about you and pushing you to death.
Shen Fusheng's heart is as gray as death.
His requirements are not high.
Shen Fusheng just wants to send young people with potential to the sky and the sea of stars, and then drag him to be buried with him.
pity.
Two wishes were trampled to pieces by a curse.
Not willing to give in!
Shen Fusheng is really unwilling.
He didn't dare to turn his head, he was afraid of seeing the suffering faces of Lu Xiuming and others, and he was afraid of seeing the young faces of Ji Dongyuan and others.
At this moment, Shen Fusheng felt that he was an eternal sinner.
In the face of absolute power, he is still just an ant after all.
That’s right!
As a humble ant in the dust, your whole life's hard work is also a joke.
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Before I knew it, another ten minutes had passed.
Jing Qingsu struggled to resist the black rain.
However, the Ten Thousand Refined Poison Soul Formation actually began to buzz and tremble, and the large blood ball in the sky that was originally as stable as the blood moon also began to tremble slightly.
This scene is like a strong man holding a stone ball.
A phenomenon that should have occurred when he was exhausted.
Bang!
Fang Sanwan clenched his fist hard, his face also filled with frustration.
Even if he has now reached the level of natural selection, what can he do? He is still not a vulnerable flower, and he is powerless to do anything he encounters.
Ji Dongyuan and Liu Yueyue pinched each other's hands, their palms full of sweat.
"Xiao Baimei, maybe I won't be able to see you for the last time."
Tang Duanying looked at the blood cells and smiled sadly.
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"It's over. Sure enough, it was just a farce!"
The blood cells were already crumbling.
The Holy Lords of the Eight Realms know this very well.
Maybe ten minutes later, maybe one minute later, the blood ball containing the Taoist divine characters will fall directly.
At that time, the Northern Territory no longer had the final foundation to deter the two holy places.
And the plan to teleport the sky to the chaotic sea of stars will also be aborted.
The three holy masters of the Eastern Realm, the Western Realm, and the Southern Realm sighed. It would not be so easy to rise from the exile space and return to the Lower Nine Heavens World.
Although, your northern realm was once the king’s land of the Lower Jiutian World.
But that king has gone.
"Fu Baimo, following you, I missed a big opportunity, huh."
Seeing that the blood ball was about to fall, Yan Shilun looked at Fu Baimo with a strange look.
Because he believed in Fu Baimo, Yan Shilun had already sent back all the war materials prepared by the Yan Realm. It was too late to regret it now.
On the other side, more than a hundred Nascent Soul Realm deacons appeared in the teleportation array in the Mysterious Realm.
Behind these Nascent Soul realms, they were dragging huge empty boats.
Inside those empty boats were all kinds of war materials glittering with golden light. The Xuanjie Realm spent a lot of money in order to curry favor with the two holy places.
Watching Xuan Fengzi leading a large fleet of boats and walking towards the coalition forces in high spirits, Yan Shi's old face turned ashen with anger.
If you don't listen to Fu Baimo, you can still show your courtesy at this time.
Although these supplies cannot be said to be a timely help, the coalition forces of the two holy places are somewhat useful. Even if they boost morale, it is also a reward.
"It's not that simple, it's not that simple!"
Fu Baimo squeezed his palms in his big sleeves unconsciously. He always felt that the energy in the northern realm was not exhausted.
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"Congratulations to the two great elders for breaking the formation, and congratulations to Holy Lord Lin Zongkun for showing his power."
"I have prepared some gifts to reward the disciples who have worked so hard. I hope you don't dislike them if they are disrespectful."
The blood cells in the sky vibrated faster and faster.
Everyone can see that it is only a matter of time before it falls.
At this time, floating boats appeared one after another in the sky, and the disciples of the two holy places smiled happily.
"Xuan Fengzi, you do have a heart."
"I, Jichi Holy Land, allow you to mine in the northern boundary for three days."
"This is a great day, and I, Linlu Holy Land, also agree."
Although this batch of war materials is not scarce in the two holy places, it can be regarded as a small surprise to boost morale.
"Xuan Fengzi, you are quite colorful."
Lin Zongkun smiled angrily.
"Lin Zongkun, you are so powerful, I am very jealous of you."
Xuan Fengzi was cold at heart, but had a smile on his face.
Three days.
It can’t be said to be a surprise, but it’s still cost-effective.
Obtaining the great secret treasure is an opportunity.
If there is no secret treasure, you can also mine a batch of Tianyuan treasures, which is always a profitable business.
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Boom!
Suddenly, the blood balls in the sky shook violently.
Almost!
Almost fell.
The disciples of the two holy places had sweat on their palms.
Coming!
The moment of massacre has finally come.
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Fu Baimo's palms squeezed tighter and tighter. For some reason, a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.
The other Holy Masters couldn't bear it, and a few of them luckily turned their backs.
The next scene in the northern realm must be a miserable scene of rivers of blood, piles of corpses, mountains and seas, even more terrifying than purgatory.
Yan Shiluan stared blankly at the sky.
He is thinking about a problem.
If I were to prepare materials now and try to flatter him, would it still be useful?
The three-day mining rights in the northern boundary area are a big deal with a sure profit.
"Hey...that's, what's that?"
Suddenly, Yan Shiluan exclaimed.
At this time, Fu Baimo and the others also discovered something, and the Holy Lords of the six Holy Palaces raised their heads one after another.
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"Huh? What!"
At the same time, the coalition forces gearing up also heard the sharp sound of wind deep in the sky.
Yu Min'en, Qiao Chufeng, Lin Zongkun, and Xuan Fengzi all raised their heads, their brows furrowed and confusion in their pupils.
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The northern realm shrouded in black rain was filled with an air of unspeakable resentment and sorrow.
A sad soldier may not win.
But the mourning soldiers are all hysterical beasts.
Everyone's pupils have turned scarlet.
Not seeking to survive, just seeking to kill one more person.
However.
At this moment, there was a sharp roar from deep in the sky, which almost tore the eardrums of many people.
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Boom!
red line.
A straight red line fell from the sky.
The spaces one by one along the way were shattered, just like the ripples on the surface of a lake spreading out, and a breathtaking aura came oncoming.
Boom!
Finally, the red line fell in the center of Wuhui City, and the earth was shaken to create a deep pit a hundred meters wide.
When the splashed mud fell, people saw a blazing golden flame in the center of the pit.
That’s right!
In the pouring black rain, the flame burned brighter and brighter.
"It's a book!"
Suddenly, Fang Sanwan exclaimed.
Sure enough, it is a book!
Everyone can see clearly that it is a thick book.
Neither the flames nor the black rain can extinguish the flames in the book.
At this moment, all the eyes of the world were focused on this book, and there were disbelieving looks everywhere.
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"People of Qingjie Holy Land, you want to see how long the excitement lasts!"
"My trial...is over."
Then, deep in the sky, there was a cold sound, rolling and vibrating.
The anger in this voice could not be extinguished even by all the water in the ocean.