Becoming an immortal against the will of heaven

"What's going on? Why did a beam of light suddenly shoot out?"

The cultivators who had come to watch the battle had now moved to a mountain forest hundreds of miles away. They couldn't see what was happening on the battlefield, and could only speculate on the evolution of the battle based on the fluctuations coming from within.

However, what puzzled them at this moment was that after a brief period of silence, a red beam of light about five feet wide suddenly soared into the sky, piercing the clouds.

This sudden anomaly caused everyone present to feel extremely surprised, wondering what was happening inside.

In fact, not only them, but even the silver-haired old man and others who were watching the battle also felt very puzzled by Li Qianyun's actions at this time.

"Fellow Daoist Li, what are you trying to do?"

After looking at the red beam of light a few times, the silver-haired old man withdrew his gaze, stared at Li Qianyun and shouted. At the same time, he secretly separated a trace of spiritual consciousness and sneaked into his sleeve, hooking it on a cyan long sword. As long as Li Qianyun had any improper actions next, he would take action without mercy.

As for the others, they also adopted a defensive posture like the silver-haired old man, looking vigilantly at Li Qianyun, guarding against her improper actions.

As for Chen Tian, he focused more on the red beam of light that soared into the sky. Although he didn't understand what it was, looking at this red beam of light, Chen Tian always felt a trace of anxiety and unease in his heart, as if something big was about to happen.

Faced with everyone's terrified appearance, the expression on Li Qianyun's face became even more disdainful. After scanning the silver-haired old man and others with a cold gaze, she said contemptuously: "Hehe, just wait! You'll know later."

After saying that, Li Qianyun suddenly bit her finger again, squeezed out a drop of bright red blood, and shot it into her natal spiritual flower.

"Buzz..."

At this moment, the red beam of light flashing from the flower became even more dazzling and magnificent, rendering the entire sky above everyone's heads into a strange blood color.

Zhu Sheng Zhenren's words were like a cold wind, blowing on the hearts of every Lanfang Sect disciple, making them feel a trace of ice and despair.

However, before long, a fiery light appeared in everyone's eyes. This look was extremely strange, as if they were possessed, revealing madness and bloodlust.

Immediately afterwards, a row of seven people standing behind Zhu Sheng Zhenren immediately stood up. They were the seven elders of Lanfang Sect, and their cultivation levels were all above the Ninghai realm.

"Fellow Daoists, please go ahead. I will soon come to join you." Seeing these seven people stand up, Zhu Sheng Zhenren looked serious and bowed deeply to them.

After hearing these words, the seven Lanfang Sect elders suddenly burst into laughter, then raised their hands, each summoned a long sword, and slashed it hard on their necks. Suddenly, their heads separated from their bodies in the laughter.

"Pfft..."

At the same time, the essence blood in their bodies spurted out from the severed necks like a fountain, rushing into the sky and gathering into a thick blood mist.

When the last drop of blood in the seven people's bodies had flowed out, their bodies finally fell straight down with a "plop".

This scene was so terrifying and strange. If there were outsiders present at this time, they would definitely be scared out of their wits by everything that had just happened. After all, who could have imagined that seven powerful cultivators with cultivation levels above the Ninghai realm would willingly commit suicide with their swords!

However, at this time, none of the Lanfang Sect disciples present were afraid. On the contrary, even more fiery gazes were revealed in their eyes.

At this time, Zhu Sheng Zhenren raised his head again and said: "Continue, the next batch of people come forward!"

After saying that, more than 300 Lanfang Sect disciples suddenly stood up. Their cultivation levels were all above the Huaquan realm, and they were the backbone of Lanfang Sect.

But at this time, their faces also showed a fearless expression. Then, holding swords in their left hands, they all slashed them on their necks. The next moment, their heads separated from their bodies! The blood of more than 300 people, like 300 fountains, all spurted out of their bodies into the sky, and condensed into one with the previous blood mist.

It could be seen that after absorbing these fresh blood, the color of the blood mist became thicker, exuding a breathtaking aura.

However, this was far from over.

It could be seen that after the bodies of those more than 300 Huaquan realm cultivators fell down, nearly a thousand Juling stage disciples stood up. Their eyes were full of fearlessness and infatuation. Like the previous people, they also used a long sword to cut off their heads, spraying out scarlet blood, and gathering into the blood mist in the sky.

The crazy actions were still going on. After the Juling stage disciples, there were the Yinling stage disciples, and after the Yinling stage disciples, there were the Qiling stage disciples.

Soon, the more than 5,000 Lanfang Sect disciples in the square committed suicide with their swords in a state of determination. Their lifelong cultivation was contained in the blood and integrated into the red blood mist in the sky.

After absorbing the blood of these more than 5,000 people, the volume of this blood mist expanded rapidly, and finally turned into a huge blood cloud about a hundred feet long, covering the entire square.

The blood cloud rolled, and the monstrous power spread out, sweeping towards the surroundings!

At this time, only the last fifty or so new disciples who had just joined Lanfang Sect not long ago were left in the square. Among them, some people's cultivation had not yet reached the first level of the Qiling stage!

However, even so, these still slightly young new disciples also exuded a firm look in their eyes! Almost without any hesitation, after all the people in front of them committed suicide, they quickly came up! Because they had just joined the sect not long ago, these people did not have their own swords, but this did not stop their determination to die. They all bent down and picked up the long swords that others had used on the ground, which were still stained with the blood of others, and then stretched them to their respective necks.

"Stop, you don't need to die!"

However, at this moment, a sharp gust of wind suddenly roared from a distance, flicking away the long swords in their hands and preventing their suicide.

Faced with this scene, the fifty or so new disciples only felt a burst of astonishment, and then hurriedly looked up, only to find that it was Zhu Sheng Zhenren who had just knocked off the swords in their hands.