A salty wind blew away the clouds in the sky and blew them to the sea, causing the waves to make a loud rumbling sound.
One wave after another, the sound of movement and silence is like thunder, and they are connected into one.
There are only four Grandmaster assassination teams left. Now they are all leaning on the edge of the cliff, looking at the back of the young man in the distance, their steps are trembling, and they are constantly retreating...
"What happened just now..."
"Where is the palace slave?"
The palace slave disappeared.
But where the palace slave was standing before, Lu Qingping appeared strangely.
Moreover, a new ball of blood mud was added that dyed the earth red.
The blood mud is a mixture of many bones, minced meat, and internal organs, making it impossible to tell how this person died?
"That pool of blood and mud, is it a palace slave?"
"He was killed instantly?"
"He's dead? No way. How did he die? We didn't see anything!"
Several masters were frightened at the same time, as if they had seen a ghost.
They didn't know, not only they didn't know what happened just now, but also the owner of that pool of flesh and blood, the slave.
Until his heart was crushed, his soul was crushed, and his whole body was ground to pulp, and he felt nothing from the beginning to the end.
The only thing that belonged to him was the moment when the golden magic was cast, and he felt the great terror between life and death.
But he didn't expect that the horror would come so unbelievably that he was unable to resist and was killed without even realizing it.
"Walk!!"
"It's a mistake. No matter how many people from the third level of martial arts come here, I'm afraid they still won't be able to take down the princess who is being protected by Lu Qingping!"
"If we stay any longer, our lives will be at stake here!"
In an instant, the remaining four grandmasters all jumped towards the edge of the cliff, facing the roaring sea wind, and submerged into the sea with a "crash"...
The four great masters behind him fled without hesitation, but Lu Qingping didn't care...
At this moment, he was only concerned about the person coming to the cliff.
Wearing a crane robe, he has a long body and a handsome face with a pair of calm eyes, staring at his palm, then looking at Lu Qingping:
"Pindao has come here as fast as possible, but in the end, in less than half a stick of incense, the palace slave was directly killed by you. Just now, Pindao saw the sun, moon and stars above this field.
There has been a huge change in the timing. I am afraid this is the Golden Immortal Technique that you used in Southern Xinjiang..."
These words came directly from the mouth of the handsome Taoist Priest.
What he said happened in southern Xinjiang, and there were not many things that the world knew clearly.
Lu Qingping transformed into an immortal and surrendered to the beast god in southern Xinjiang. She dispersed the wisp of demonic energy that escaped from him, causing the sun in Jamfu world to disappear for the time of a stick of incense, and replaced by the darkness of a stick of incense.
Even the two major dynasties in the secular world have not yet made an accurate conclusion on this matter.
After all, that was done by Lu Qingping, who was in the realm of immortals at the time. In addition, Lu Qingping from Jiuhua Prefecture only appeared in the sky above the Li family. After the Li family was subsequently defeated by Lu Qi's troops, no one knew about it.
That’s the news.
However, Wen Tianming knew it.
Because no one else knew about this matter, as the strongest descendant of Danxia Blessed Land who had the immortals of the three sects taking photos to suppress the mountain gate at that time, he was naturally taught the secrets of heaven and earth by the immortals in the past few days.
After all, this time, Lu Qingping was used as bait to fish out the palace slave.
But they still didn't expect that even though the boy's realm had dropped back to its true level, he could still use this earth-shattering technique that he had used in the Immortal Realm.
Wen Tianming didn't see what happened just now.
But the palace slave who he thought would have to go through a tough battle to win was now turned into a pool of blood and mud, which shocked him quite a bit.
Lu Qingping spoke at this time, but did not answer Wen Tianming's question. She just looked at him and asked:
"Looking at your Taoist temperament, you should be from Danxia Blessed Land, but your surname is Wen?"
The young man's one hand was still in the air, as if he was still holding something in his hand, but at this moment his eyes glanced at Wen Tianming, looking up and down.
As he has a close relationship with Senior Sister Meng, he can naturally easily recognize the Taoist aura of Danxia Paradise.
And looking at the young Taoist who arrived, his temperament was like a false embrace of Yin and Yang. Every time he walked and moved, he seemed to resonate with the surrounding spiritual energy. In addition, he looked less than twenty years old, but he was carrying the energy of Master Chunyang.
…
With so many features, if Lu Qingping still couldn't recognize who it was, then it would be of no use to him to have those eyes.
Wen Tianming also looked at Lu Qingping, and at the same time glanced at the little princess who came down from the sky with a sword and stood next to the boy.
"Hey, Taoist priest? Are you here to assassinate my princess?" Zhao Qingyang looked at Wen Tianming and asked rudely.
She had just seen the little bottle show its power with her own eyes, and she could believe in the boy more and more unconditionally.
Wen Tianming just looked at the hand held in the air by Lu Qingping, and slowly spoke: "Wen only wants the thing in the prince's hand..."
What's in the little bottle's hand...
After Wen Tianming reminded her, the girl noticed that the little bottle's hand seemed to be holding something, and the mysterious red light emanating from between her fingers exuded a very evil temperament...
"Little bottle, what's that in your hand?"
Sensing the evil of the thing in her palm, the little princess, who was born with a sword body, immediately felt wary and nervous in her heart, and instinctively sensed that it was not a good thing...
Lu Qingping was also silent.
Wen Tianming spoke calmly: "The thing in his hand is called the Blood God Son. It is a divine thought left by the ancient blood god. It is similar to a distracting spirit of the ancient god, but it is in an extremely weak state, so it needs to be parasitic on others.
On his body, the palace slave you saw before was parasitized in the heart by the blood god's son..."
"In the past few days, he has been committing mass murders in the world, hunting down geniuses from various sects, popes, and aristocratic families, and taking their blood. He used the power of this blood god's son to help him wash away his blood and change his body, layer by layer.
After breaking through the cultivation level, the prince killed the palace slave. He should have done it cleanly, but he didn't want to be directly concerned about the blood god son, so he chose the prince as the next parasite..."
Wen Tianming squinted his eyes and looked at Lu Qingping's palm: "If Wen guessed correctly, at this time, several blood vessels have been grown in the palm of the Crown Prince's hand by the Blood God Son, and they have taken root in the skin of the Crown Prince's palm!
"
"What?!"
Zhao Qingyang's color suddenly changed when he heard this, and then, without hesitation, he stretched out his hand to Lu Qingping's palm:
"Little Bottle, open your hands quickly, I'll help you kill it!"
The divine sword in her hand is sharp and sharp, leaving no doubt that this sword is most likely the sword worn by the headmaster of Tianzong. It is invincible and invincible!
"No, this thing is weird, don't touch it!"
Lu Qingping stretched out her other hand to stop her, and looked at Wen Tianming instead:
"If I'm not wrong, you should come here because you want this thing!"
Zhao Qingyang was held down by Lu Qingping's wrist, telling her not to move without permission.
At this time, the girl looked at Lu Qingping's palm in fear.
There, standing quietly cross-legged, was a bloody figure, only the size of an egg, more like a small heart. Several blood vessels spread out from the body and took root in Lu Qingping's palms and wrists.
Half of its body was already submerged in Lu Qingping's hand.
Wen Tianming stood there motionless, looked at Lu Qingping and said, "Not bad."
"I came here just for this thing. Its use for people is to refine things that protect the way and subdue demons. It is definitely not parasitized into the body. It will only become a body that may be snatched away and reborn by the Blood God in the future..."
"Wen can help the prince take it out of his hand to avoid being parasitized by it!"
When Lu Qingping heard this, she closed her palms and smiled softly: "No need..."
Wen Tianming narrowed his eyes: "Your Majesty, say it again? No need?"
Lu Qingping smiled and said: "I don't want to take it off, and I don't want to give it to you, can you make it clear enough?"
this moment.
The atmosphere at the cliff suddenly became extremely heavy.
One breath...
Two breaths...
The air seemed to freeze.
Knife-like eyes shot out in the air and landed on Lu Qingping, with a hint of coldness.
suddenly.
Wen Tianming smiled softly: "Your Majesty, you probably won't be able to use that magic anymore!"
"Moreover, you have been suppressing it since just now, and you don't have much energy to fight with Wen anymore. After all the good things Wen said, the prince still doesn't know what to do, so don't blame Wen for being unkind!"
Say it in one sentence.
Wen Tianming stepped forward with one step, like a god walking into the world of mortals. The aura around him was like that of an immortal minister heading towards the true king, and the stars arched over the moon, forming rings around him.
Phew~
A series of loud explosions erupted from the air in all directions.
At the next moment, Wen Tianming drew out with one finger. There was no real energy, just two fingers as white as jade, without any pyrotechnic energy.
Boom!!
But he directly destroyed the concept of distance. He stroked his fingers up and down, trying to remove Lu Qingping's arm with the Blood God Son from his body!
After talking to no avail, it was analyzed that Lu Qingping had already used all her powerful skills, so Wen Tianming took action directly and took it by force...
This finger is actually not a martial arts move!
But the magic of the gods!
Danxia Taoism’s unique and famous moves.
Cut off your fingers!
Wangwenwenqiezhizhiqiezixianjue!
When used to heal diseases and save people, Qie will lead to life. On the contrary, Qie Zijue will lead to death of people!
Cut off this finger.
There is an inescapable aura of death from birth, old age, illness and death that rises from Lu Qingping's arm, as if with this finger cut off, his arm has been judged to be hopeless and waiting to die!