Xuanwu never expected that Demon Zhi Tai Sui would suddenly take action. He hurriedly accepted the challenge, but he already had an ominous premonition in his heart.
The fight between the two instantly detonated the atmosphere of the entire Five Poison Sect, and the air around them seemed to be trembling.
Demon Zhi Tai Sui's offensive was like a violent storm, and every move carried a fierce killing intent, as if he wanted to put Xuanwu to death. Although Xuanwu was shocked, he still tried his best to resist. His face was covered with sweat, and there was an unspeakable fear in his eyes.
The other members of the Five Poison Sect looked indifferent, and the monks from Yunmang Sword Sect, Qinglin Hall and Bihai Sect also looked on with cold expressions.
To win!
Win quickly!
You must use your overwhelming strength to win decisively and decisively, otherwise it will be very dangerous!
The more Xuanwu thinks like this, the less likely he is to win.
This old guy is actually so strong! ?
Mo Zhi Tai Sui was forced to a tie by a mid-level monk named Li Shuidao in the Rongling Realm. At that time, he made fun of him, but he didn't expect that he was so strong.
The two fought evenly, even faintly defeated. Xuanwu became more and more panicked and could only shout loudly: "How dare you be so rude!" Xuanwu shouted loudly.
"I'm from the Ding clan!"
Demon Zhi Tai Sui sneered: "I don't care which clan you are from, no one here can protect you!"
A trace of shame and anger flashed across Xuanwu's face, and he became increasingly anxious.
At this moment, a dark figure flew over, and an old man with a white beard landed behind Xuanwu.
"You're here at the right time, Poisonous Hand, help me clean up the magic finger." Xuanwu quickly ordered.
"Okay!" The old man with poisonous hands nodded and responded. There was a poisonous needle hidden in his fingertips and he aimed a palm at Xuanwu's back.
This is the real "poisonous hand", the secret of the poisonous old man.
The poisonous needle drove straight in along the force of the palm and stabbed Xuanwu violently. Xuanwu only had time to let out a exclamation before he felt all the strength in his body being taken away instantly.
He fell to the ground helplessly, his eyes filled with despair and anger. He looked up at the poisonous old man, the humiliation in his heart burning like a flame.
"Why?" Xuanwu spit out three words with difficulty. He didn't understand why the obedient subordinate in the bottle betrayed him.
The old man with poisonous hands leaned down and said indifferently: "I come from a poor family, and I have had enough of you rich people!"
The old man with poisonous hands held Xuanwu's storage bag high, attracting the attention of more than a hundred monks present to look at him. He pointed at Yun Wuji, Long Yunfei, Yang Zhenglong and three others, his voice full of passion and anger.
"This group of wealthy men, they took advantage of our blood and sweat to occupy cultivation resources, and even after discovering the treasure, they didn't even give us a chance to know! If we wanted to know, they threatened to confiscate our homes and exterminate our clan. Today, since they dare to threaten Us, then let’s let them know what real fear is!”
A monk from Bihaimen also said loudly: "These wealthy disciples treat us as chess pieces. Now, we want to let them know that chess pieces can also turn the tables!"
"right!"
"The Secret Realm of the Immortal Path is so dangerous, so the disciples of their family sent a few monks to preside over the battle formation, treating us as pawns in the formation! Use them if they are useful, and kick them away if they are not!"
"The benefits won't even let us take a look!"
"Do you really think we are easy to bully? We must kill these bastards!"
…
Yun Wuji was surrounded by monks from Yun Mang Sword Sect. His face was as pale as paper and his fingers were trembling slightly.
"I...I am the leader." Yun Wuji said tremblingly.
"Stop talking nonsense! Believe it or not, I slap your mouth?"
"Master Yun, we all belong to the same sect. Tell us everything you know. We will check with them later. If there is any omission, we will cut you into pieces."
"Okay... I'll say it." Yun Wuji's voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible.
…
Yang Zhenglong was also surrounded by eight monks from Qinglin Hall.
"I thought we were brothers from birth to death, but I didn't expect you to force me like this." Yang Zhenglong said with a somewhat painful expression on his face.
"Since we are brothers, don't hide it. What treasures are there?" asked a monk from Qinglin Hall.
"That's right, it's cool to be a brother."
Yang Zhenglong smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Yun Wuji told me, maybe he was just guessing..."
…
Long Yunfei was surrounded by the monks from the Bihai Sect. His face was livid, and a trace of fierceness flashed in his eyes. He shouted with anger and anger: "Have you forgotten the consequences of betraying the sect?"
Snapped!
One of the monks slapped him mercilessly.
"You ungrateful guys!" Long Yunfei's face turned red with anger.
Snapped!
Another slap.
Long Yunfei was stunned and did not dare to resist.
…
Xuanwu's lips turned white. He had already anticipated his own end. Facing this group of vicious and evil disciples from a poor family, he was afraid that he would have no way out at all.
"This altar can communicate with the upper world." Xuanwu said slowly.
"Is it the upper realm we ascend to?"
"I don't know. We have to communicate with each other to find out. We know very little about the upper world." Xuanwu explained.
"In that case, why did you hide it from us?" Lord Scorpion Shadow asked.
Xuanwu's eyes flickered without explanation.
…
On the other side, Long Yunfei explained: "To communicate with the upper world, a living sacrifice must be made, using living people as sacrifices. We have discussed using monks from the Five Poison Sect as sacrifices, and Xuanwu has agreed..."
Yun Wuji: "According to the secret scroll, this altar can communicate with the Desolate God Realm. The Desolate God Realm definitely belongs to the upper realm, but the upper realm we ascend to is not necessarily the Desolate God Realm..."
Yang Zhenglong: "The upper realm and the lower realm are not fixed. You can imagine the upper realm as the fairy cities distributed on both sides of the galaxy, and the lower realm is the boat floating in the galaxy. Those with advanced cultivation can jump from the boat. Immortal City, as for which Immortal City he ascends to, only God knows."
Yun Wuji: "If we can communicate with the Desolate God Realm, and the great masters of the Desolate God Realm can teach us some skills, we can benefit from them a lot."
"What are the characteristics of the Desolate God Realm? Why do the great powers of the Desolate God Realm teach us things?" asked a monk from the Yunmang Sword Sect.
"That's right, nothing in this world comes for free, Master Yun... If there is anything you haven't said yet, please say it."
"Fellow disciples, I don't know exactly what is going on in the Desolate God Realm. There may not be what you want. Maybe the powerful people in the Desolate God Realm have great ill intentions towards us." Yun Wuji explained carefully.
"Master Yun won't know?"
"Don't make it difficult for brothers."
"That's right, brothers just want to improve their cultivation. You big clans are monopolizing resources, but our humble clan can't even drink soup."
…
(End of chapter)
