The first thousand seven hundred and fifty-one chapters open the killing ring
"The movement just now..."
Under the Demon Cave of Jingang Temple, the golden-scaled Demon Saint suddenly raised his head, his eyes were frightening and gleaming with shock, "Lingxiao Pavilion Supreme Master Lou Yun Sword Saint is actually dead?"
Although he was trapped here, with Wu Ming leaving, there was no power to suppress him. Even though he still couldn't leave, his own perception was partially relaxed, and he could vaguely feel the movement outside.
In fact, I had noticed in the past that Lou Yun Sword Saint's aura tentatively entered here, but was blocked back.
The Golden Scale Demon Saint and the Lou Yun Sword Saint can be regarded as acquaintances, and both parties have unknown interests involved.
Otherwise, the other party would not have stayed here for several years, and never gave up. They kept looking for opportunities to rescue him. Unfortunately, Wu Ming left behind so many powerful backhands that he never found the opportunity.
Now, the original holy power of Sword Saint Lou Yun has gradually dissipated, and even his own will has become so weak that it is almost undetectable.
Combined with the violent fluctuations in the Demon Cave and the majestic murderous intention, as well as the strong death intention and the sorrow of heaven and earth, it all indicates one thing: the death of the Holy Spirit!
Although I knew that Wu Ming was very strong, I never thought that Wu Ming could be so strong that he could kill a veteran Holy Realm power in just a few moments.
Moreover, killing the saints of the human race without leaving any room shows Wu Ming's murderous intention. Isn't he afraid of exterminating himself from the human race?
"Perhaps, this is an opportunity!"
The eyes of the golden-scaled demon saint flickered several times very quickly, and his own demonic power spread silently, trying to communicate and suppress himself, forming a monk group in Vajra Temple with the power of a sect of ten thousand Buddhas.
On the other hand, he forcibly sharpened the restraints in his body in an attempt to open several secret treasures and pass on the news.
But soon, the golden-scaled demon saint suddenly changed color.
Not only did the monks of Vajra Temple pay no attention to it, but the moment they touched the restriction, they felt an incomparable wave of power that could easily destroy it.
"What power is this?"
The Golden Scale Demon Saint felt a chill all over his body, and he vaguely felt that there was an inexplicable power filling the void. Although he did not deliberately target it, he felt that there was no secret in his body.
If he dares to make any slight movement, let alone the restraint in his body, which is enough for him to drink a pot, he may be dead in an instant.
Not only that, he also sensed the mighty power of space. In this magical cave, the world and the world merged into one at an unimaginable speed and in an incomprehensible way.
Whether it is attacking from the outside or fighting out from the inside, the only effect of this great force of space is to annihilate this world.
In other words, no matter who wants to enter here and has evil intentions, the space channel will be opened immediately.
"What a cruel method!"
The Golden Scale Demon Saint was completely discouraged.
He knew that this was a back-up move left by Wu Ming, leaving almost no loopholes or leeway.
Under the monitoring of the powerful force of space, only a strong person who is extremely good at concealment and is proficient in breaking restrictions can barely enter this place without being discovered.
But things happened suddenly, and within a short period of time, where could we find such beings?
What really made the Golden Scaled Demon Saint give up was the vicious purpose hidden under these various arrangements.
As long as there is any uncontrollable change, the demon cave here will be annihilated and the space barrier will be destroyed, just like a loophole will be formed.
Even if it can be compensated, it will take a long time to go.
God knows, during this period of time, the demons will seize the opportunity and attack directly.
The Golden Scale Demon Saint doesn't care what terrible consequences the demons will have if they break into China from here, but someone does care!
As long as someone cares, someone will stop him, and his hope of getting out of trouble here is almost slim.
In addition, Wu Ming took action and beheaded the Sword Saint Lou Yun. With his almost decisive and unshakable will, he declared to the world that he could definitely do it!
Therefore, no matter who wants to take action at this time, they will be blocked.
What's more, Wu Ming is not alone, and the temples are not monolithic. There may not be anyone who can mediate and buy time for him.
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Boom!
At the top of the sky, clouds and mist surged, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and half of China seemed to have changed at this moment!
Anyone who has some knowledge will be shocked and frightened by it.
Sign of the Holy Fall!
Although there is no rain of blood from the sky, it is indeed a sign of the death of a saint. Only those who have made great contributions to China will experience the phenomenon of rain of blood when they die.
But as long as the saint dies, these beings who claim to be on par with the heavens will surely cause celestial phenomena.
Especially in Shenzhou, where a canyon is cut like a knife and an axe, the dark clouds are like lead, so dark that they are almost sinking.
This is where the Dipin Sect’s Lingxiao Pavilion is located!
Boom!
Thunder like thunder pierced the sky, and a streak of bloody lightning descended, crashing into the canyon, directly destroying half of the mountain cliff.
Woohoo!
A bitter cold wind filled with extreme sadness swept across like heaven and earth crying. As most of the Lingxiao Pavilion Ancestral Hall collapsed, all the Lingxiao Pavilion disciples felt as if they were mourning their heirs.
Just now, the life tablet representing the Supreme Elder of this generation in Lingxiao Pavilion shattered, revealing that it was Sword Saint Lou Yun who caused the celestial phenomenon of Saint Meteor!
Although I don’t want to believe it, it is true!
Countless Lingxiao Pavilion disciples felt as if the sky was falling. Some were filled with righteous indignation and wanted to find the real murderer and take revenge.
But the beings at the top of it all felt that disaster was imminent, as if there was a sharp knife hanging over their heads, and there seemed to be a terrifying being looking down at this place from the top of the sky.
Regardless of their level of cultivation, in the eyes of that being, they are all like ants that can be destroyed with the flip of a hand.
Buzz!
As if to verify their thoughts, a thunderbolt suddenly rose from the ground, and the clouds and mist at the top of the sky rolled violently, turning into a giant hand covering the sky, moving from top to bottom, seeming to grasp, and also seem to slap down.
Boundless mighty power gathered in it, wind, rain, thunder and lightning kept turning from the palm of my hand, and in an instant, I reached the top of the mountain gate of Lingxiao Pavilion.
"Enemy attack!"
Even though they were separated from the sect-protecting formation, the strong men in Lingxiao Pavilion still felt the terrifying aura in the giant palm that made them tremble.
A shrill roar resounded through the sky from the mountain gate, and ripples of light containing endless power rose up. When the giant palm came, thousands of them rose up.
In a trance, it seemed as if the legendary mountain in fairyland was covered with a layer of dazzling and boundless colorful light.
Even so, they still couldn't feel any sense of security. In fact, there was a feeling of overwhelming pressure, and the feeling of heaven and earth falling apart enveloped their hearts.
The momentum alone made the dozen or so semi-saints present completely lose their will to fight.
Boom!
The giant palm descended instantly, the sky and the earth shook violently, the light collapsed, and the terrifying space ripples opened, like the bloody mouth of a ferocious beast, devouring everything around it without restraint.
With one blow, the sect-protecting formation, which was enough to withstand the powerful attack of the Holy Realm, was directly annihilated by one-third!
It has to be said that Lingxiao Pavilion, as one of the strongest beings among the top-level sects, has the power of the Holy Realm to sit in its place. It is powerful enough both in terms of its foundation and its sect-protecting formation.
If there were no accidents, the ordinary power of the Holy Realm would not be enough to break through its mountain gate.
It is a pity that the being who attacked the mountain gate this time is not a powerful person in the holy realm, but he is better than a powerful person in the holy realm. He comes with anger and strikes without mercy.
"Quick, wake up some ancestors!"
A peak-level semi-holy man wearing a golden crown and holding a long sword had his eyes cracked. While roaring fiercely, he called on many disciples to form an array and defend them to the death.
Boom!
Immediately afterwards, the second palm came. Although it did not instantly annihilate one-third of the power of the sect-protecting formation like before, it also destroyed nearly a hundred layers of formation light curtains.
"Puff..."
However, the terrifying power contained within it, as well as the backlash of the destruction of the formation, caused most of the Lingxiao Pavilion disciples who presided over the formation to vomit blood, their energy and spirit instantly withered, and they no longer had much of their strength.
That is to say, a few semi-saints and the Lord of Lingxiao Pavilion did not suffer serious damage because of their profound cultivation and the protection of treasures.
Even so, Qi and blood are still surging, and the liver and gallbladder are split!
This kind of terrifying power is really something I have never seen before. Even the strongest elder in my family, Lou Yun Sword Sage, may not have such power.
"Who is the master coming to Lingxiao Pavilion?"
"I dare to ask my friend why I took action, but I, Lingxiao Pavilion, have offended me?"
"Fellow Taoist, please temporarily suspend the anger of Thunder. When we find out the cause, we will give you a satisfactory explanation!"
A few old voices, obviously suppressed with anger, but also filled with fear, actually overwhelmed the rumbling violent sounds and were clearly transmitted to the top of the sky.
"The earth-level sect has a powerful saint and four false saints sitting in charge. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a heaven-level sect. No wonder it dares to conspire with the demon clan!"
A cold and ruthless voice spread through the sky like the power of heaven, followed by a ray of sword light, a bright, but not dazzling one, just an understatement of the sword light.
But in the eyes of the disciples of Lingxiao Pavilion, looking at the world, it seems to be endless, and their whole body is filled with coldness. It seems that the moment the sword light appears, they have been chopped into pieces by the sword light.
"Form up!"
A decrepit old man, who was about to die, suddenly rose into the sky, and a terrifying aura erupted from his body, directly replacing the core of the formation eye of the Lingxiao Pavilion Master.
Poof!
But what is shocking is that even though four powerful pseudo-sages entered the formation, doubling the power of the sect-protecting formation, they still did not block the ray of sword light.
As a sharp blade penetrated flesh, an incomparable human voice was heard, and blood splattered in the sky. A corpse fell into the air like a rag bag, and was shattered into pieces by the terrifying surge of power while it was still in the air.
Breaking the formation with one sword and killing a powerful false saint, everyone present was heartbroken!
"Cloud-breaking knife!"
With an exclamation, everyone felt a chill in their hearts. They looked in disbelief at the thin and tall figure who suddenly appeared. In his hand was the sect-preserving treasure of Lingxiao Pavilion, Taishang Elder Lou Yun Sword Saint's portable holy weapon Suiyun.
knife!
Thinking again about the shattered life tablet of the Supreme Elder of the Patriarch Hall, the other party appeared here again, holding a holy sword, and his meaning is self-evident.
This person is the murderer, and he is a terrifying existence that can kill the Holy Realm Power!
"Leave no one behind!"
Wu Ming's eyes glowed with blood, and he waved his sword indifferently. The body of a fake saint who had just woken up in Lingxiao Pavilion was separated from his body, and his blood splattered, making everyone feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.