Chapter 116: The Son of Heaven (1)

Poison?!

True Lord Jade Sleeve suddenly raised his head.

But before she could question him, she noticed that the spiritual power in her body suddenly slowed down.

What else is there to ask? It seems that what Bai Yu said is true, and several of them actually understood it at the same time.

Zhenjun Xilu laughed, sweeping away the previous gloom, and his brows relaxed: "You don't need to worry."

"Do you know what you are doing? Do you really think that you can kill us all at the same time?"

Xilu wanted to do this, but Bai Yu was right. He really couldn't kill several people at the same time now.

Unlike low-level monks, the spiritual consciousness of low-level monks is fragile and cannot survive independently from flesh and blood; but the beginning of Yuanying's spiritual consciousness can be said to be a qualitative change, and it cannot end life and death with ordinary physical vitality.

"Yes, Herod, you should know that it is not something you can bear if any one of us blows up."

The Nascent Soul is formed by the condensation of the essence of spiritual consciousness. Once it self-destructs, its power cannot be competed by the Nascent Soul monks.

Xilu glanced at the speaker with disgust, and his tone was undisguised contempt: "The Danding Sect has lived in the Western Region for so many years, it is rare for you to say such a thing."

Forget about talking about it, self-destruct?

Oh, how is that possible?

"you!"

When self-destruction is the last resort, people who have lived for hundreds or thousands of years have to die with others. After all, who has finally reached this point is really willing to give up himself.

After the initial shock passed, Zhenjun Baiyu calmed down a little, but he was even more worried.

Senior Brother Baiyi has gone forever. The big commotion before was obviously due to someone fighting for their wits. Now Xilu has trapped them here again. It seems that he has a big conspiracy.

Baiyu's eyes fell on the person beside Zhenjun Xilu.

Zhenjun Yiluo has been very taciturn since the beginning of the competition.

However, as a member of the Yunwu Sect, does he really know nothing?

"Silu, you are so bold and arrogant. Aren't you afraid of the sect's reproach? Aren't you afraid of our three sects?"

"What exactly are you planning on?!"

As if he heard something funny, Lord Xilu laughed, and then said: "You don't need to know so much, just be obedient and cooperate honestly."

Seeing that the five people present were looking at him angrily, in order to prevent him from really driving himself to death, he added: "I can only tell you that this is a rare opportunity for our four regions."

opportunity?

Who believes it!

True Monarch Yuxiu once again mobilized his physical and spiritual energy, but it had no effect. The spiritual energy stagnated in his meridians as if solidified.

Although I don’t know exactly how Herod did it, but now the situation is stronger than the people.

She endured it and made her tone less harsh:

"Fellow Daoist Xilu, I believe you must have a reason for doing what you do.

If you find anything or encounter any difficulties, feel free to tell us about it;

In this way, not only is there no way to solve the problem, but it is also likely to break the situation in the four domains that has been stabilized for thousands of years.

Come to think of it, this is not what you want."

Hearing this, Bai Yu thought to himself:

Without the approval of the Yunwu Sect, no matter how courageous Xilu was, he would not dare to give medicine to the five Nascent Souls in the Three Domains like this.

Just when she thought of this, she was startled, and finally realized the source of her faint worry.

"You gave my senior brother some medicine too!"

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As soon as he swung his sword, Baiyi Zhenjun Yun Wuxia noticed that there was something wrong with the spiritual power in his body.

Knowing that it was not good for him, he was about to retreat, but he was shocked to find that his spiritual power was out of control and he could neither absorb nor use it.

"how did you do that?"

At this time, Yun Wuxia was still unaware of the changes that had occurred in the palace, and thought that he was being plotted by the demon cultivator because of his carelessness.

The man in black robe did not intend to answer his questions. He waved his long sleeves and sent a stream of black smoke towards Yun Wuxia.

"you,"

Before Yun Wuxia fell into coma, he only thought that the demon cultivator wanted to set an ambush during the competition. It wasn't until he woke up again that he realized that he had thought too simply.

My life is at an end.

In the fourth arena, Sikong Zhao closed his eyes, and the scenes after entering the arena reappeared in his mind like a fleeting glance.

"The son of heaven, the dream of the floating world, the sad fate is shallow."

Dreams of the floating world, sadness is shallow.

Dreams of the floating world, sadness is shallow.

Will my uncle's divination words come true here before he leaves?

"Ding"

The sound of the sword falling to the ground was heard.

Sikong Zhao, whose muscles and veins were completely severed, opened his eyes and saw a white-haired man with a hunchback standing in front of him.

"Who are you?"

Yi Wu was nervous.

Obviously, he was very afraid of this person who appeared in the ring out of thin air.

The old man looked at Yi Wu and frowned: "A disciple of Qingyun Sect?"

I don’t know why the other party asked this, but I am now wearing the uniform of a Qingyun disciple.

Yi Wu nodded. Because he was afraid of the opponent's strength, his attitude was quite good: "The junior is indeed a disciple of Qingyun. I don't know why the senior interrupted the competition for no reason."

The old man's eyes were fixed on Yi Wu for two breaths, and his consciousness sensed the approaching aura. Without any further delay, he shot out a stream of spiritual energy, directly penetrating the opponent's heart.

Sikong Zhao's pupils shrank.

In his opinion, the person in front of him just snapped his fingers and took Yi Wu's life.

Is this person a friend rather than an enemy?

"you are?"

Sikong Zhao did not have the excitement of surviving the disaster, only full of doubts.

What about the remaining name?

In just a few hours, the whole world had turned upside down for him.

Severing the tendons and veins is the same as severing the path. He does not know this person, and it is impossible to come here specifically to save him.

"smoothly."

With one single sentence, all the rest of Sikong Zhao's words were stuck in his throat.

Forget it, I'd better faint.

The injury was so severe that as soon as the thought passed by, he really fainted.

"Tsk, tsk, it's also miserable."

Lifting the boy on the ground with one hand, the old man touched the boy with his palm, tearing open the space like a curtain, and then disappeared in place.

On the third stage, Fu Yu was sitting quietly on the edge of the stage, and Lei Tianlong's body was not far away.

call--

Is it an illusion?

When did the arena become so quiet?

Fu Yu stood up, swept his consciousness, hit a space wall, and was bounced back.

Someone!

Fu Yu stepped back quickly and looked up to see an old man with white hair and eyebrows stepping out of the space.

So strong!

"Don't be afraid, little baby, it's not safe here. Please follow me and leave here first."

The old man chuckled and spoke to comfort him.

Fu Yu didn't dare to be careless. No one could avoid being suspicious in this situation. She was about to continue asking, but she saw the old man disappear in a flash, and when he reappeared, he was already on a futon.

It is a flying magic weapon.

Only then did Fu Yu notice that there was another person on the futon, it was Sikong Zhao of Tianqi Sect.

Sikong Zhao is one of the top three favorites on the Tianjiao list. His appearance has been circulated in the market long before the competition began. It is impossible for Fu Yu to admit his mistake.

They saw Sikong Zhao covered in blood and in a miserable state, with one sleeve even broken.

This old man is definitely not a kind person!

Fu Yu's heart skipped a beat and she wanted to jump off the futon.

The old man's voice came faintly:

"You can rest quietly for a while."
Chapter completed!