Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique

Time flies, and three days have passed.

During the day, cultivators from various domains kept climbing this sacred tree that seemed to never reach the end.

At night, with the appearance of the sacred tree fruit, the cultivators who climbed the sacred tree began to fight almost frantically.

Under the night, blood was everywhere, and screams continued to echo everywhere in the sacred tree.

The sacred tree at night was like Shura Purgatory, full of killing and blood.

Later, even the cultivators who did not participate in the fight for the sacred tree fruit became the target of those contenders.

Because they began to find that once the blood of other cultivators was splashed, there would be a greater probability of bearing the sacred tree fruit.

This discovery undoubtedly made all the cultivators who climbed the sacred tree become each other's prey and target.

"Damn, these guys are really crazy!"

Duan Lingtian barely forced back a sacred tree fruit predator who had recovered his cultivation with a sword, and frowned deeply.

Because the opponent had already swallowed the fruit of the sacred tree and recovered his cultivation, even though Duan Lingtian's original cultivation realm was far superior to the opponent, it was still very difficult to deal with him at this moment.

"Otherwise..."

Ye Wuxin clenched his fists and began to waver in his heart.

If this continues, those who frantically snatched the fruit of the sacred tree will sooner or later kill them and turn them into nutrients for the fruit of the sacred tree.

Rather than doing this, it is better to swallow the fruit and gain more powerful power.

At this moment, the only people who are still with Duan Lingtian are Zhang Haoran, Sima Junting and a few others.

As for Ye Keren, even the last imperial guard finally chose to leave their team.

In this environment, whether it is the threat from other cultivators or the temptation of the fruit to further break through their cultivation, it is far beyond the ability of ordinary people to resist.

And the death of a companion of the imperial guards became the last straw that crushed their beliefs.

In the rolling torrent, how difficult it is to be the only one who is awake when everyone else is drunk?

Most people are just one of the people who go with the flow among the crowd.

"The more so, the more we must resist temptation!"

Duan Lingtian raised his hand and pressed Ye Wuxin's shoulder, "Do you want to become like them? They have completely fallen into madness and lost themselves!"

"That being said..."

Sima Junting, who was standing aside, was slashed in the back by a cultivator who had swallowed the fruit of the sacred tree, leaving a deep wound that could be seen to the bone.

If Duan Lingtian had not reacted in time, Sima Junting would have died on the spot.

Even so, Sima Junting's blood, splashed on the branches of the sacred tree, still produced a fist-sized fruit.

This undoubtedly attracted many cultivators who fought for the fruit.

Fortunately, Duan Lingtian's swordsmanship was not bad, and although Ling Feng had lost his previous memories, his fighting instinct was still there.

After fighting with others several times, he began to be able to control his own power.

Even when facing those who had recovered the human emperor, the emperor, or even the strong men of the saint level, he could actually repel them with one punch.

After a fierce battle, everyone finally managed to repel the monks who came to snatch the fruit.

But at this moment, everyone, except Ling Feng and Duan Lingtian, was basically exhausted to the extreme.

Both physically and mentally, they were almost on the verge of collapse.

Sima Junting endured the severe pain in his body and gritted his teeth and said, "But they really got the power and became stronger! Instead of waiting for them to kill us, it's better--"

As he said that, his eyes were fixed on the fruit of the sacred tree that had matured after being watered with his blood, and a green light flashed.

His spirit was finally completely defeated.

The shadow of death made him more eager to regain strength.

Duan Lingtian shook his head, "I will keep this fruit for the time being. I think it is not easy to swallow this kind of fruit unless it is absolutely necessary."

"Duan Lingtian, I didn't expect you to be this kind of person? You want to embezzle the fruit yourself!"

At this moment, Sima Junting's expression has become hideous and distorted.

"Junior brother Sima, you..."

Duan Lingtian's face changed. He didn't expect that Sima Junting, who was always gentle and calm, would say such a thing.

"Sima Junting, how can you say that to Senior Brother Duan? Senior Brother Duan just saved your life! He was also thinking about everyone!"

Zhang Haoran widened his eyes and looked at Sima Junting in disbelief.

Sima Junting seemed to have completely lost his mind. He roared and said, "Everyone can say nice words. Why should I put my life in your hands? That is the fruit watered by my blood. Mine! Mine!"

His body also trembled a little because of excitement. When he looked at Duan Lingtian, he didn't look like a lifesaver, but more like an enemy!

And such scenes seemed to be constantly staged everywhere in the sacred tree.

For a fruit, brothers turned against each other, husbands and wives left each other, and fellow disciples killed each other...

Human selfishness and greed were undoubtedly stimulated to the extreme in this environment.

At the same time, at the top of the sacred tree

The Sky Patrol Angels of the Sky Patrol Thunder Clan seemed to be enjoying watching all this, but they just watched coldly.

"What a stupid and greedy ant from the lower world!"

Yueyuan Immortal Venerable sneered at everything that happened under the sacred tree. Every drop of blood of the Xuanling Continent cultivators will eventually be swallowed by the sacred tree and become the source of energy for the roots.

The roots of the gods are a special product of the miraculous civilization that grows by swallowing the power of the star cores of various star domains.

As early as tens of millions of years ago when the Heavenly God Black Tower was built, these roots of the gods had already scattered into the fairyland world, almost all different star domains and planes, rooted in the depths of the world's origin star core.

They gradually grow by absorbing the power of the star core, but when the roots are fully mature, they have the opportunity to transfer this power back to the Heavenly God Black Tower. ,

And the star core that has been drained of power, that world will also "die".

The so-called soul-destroying plan is to use the spiritual roots of the Xuanling Continent cultivators to ripen the roots of the gods, which originally needed hundreds or even thousands of years to fully mature.

They used the legend of the Jianmu sacred tree to lure the geniuses from all directions of the Xuanling Continent to gather here.

Afterwards, the fruit of the sacred tree was used to trigger the struggle and fighting among these lower world cultivators.

In the end, without any effort, the spiritual roots of the original cultivators of the Xuanling Continent were found.

These local cultivators absorbed the spiritual energy of the Xuanling Continent to improve their cultivation realm. If the origin of the star core is the spiritual root of the world, then these cultivators of the Xuanling Continent are the spiritual roots of the earth in this world.

In short, using the power of the earth spirit to give birth to the heavenly spirit is the so-called soul-destroying plan.

"I think that it has nothing to do with the upper and lower worlds. If the same situation appears in the fairyland, we so-called immortals will probably not be much stronger than these mortals in the lower world."

Another younger-looking patrol angel next to him murmured.

"Immortals are immortals, and mortals are mortals!"

The old face of the Immortal Master Yue Yuan was somewhat embarrassed. He glared at the young angel Wan Hong and said coldly: "You only need to know that at this moment, we are the ones who control the fate of these ants!"

Wan Hong nodded slightly, his eyelids suddenly jumped, "Master Yue Yuan, look, it seems that there are still many cultivators who have not yet competed for the fruit of the sacred tree."

"Of course, there are indeed some proud sons of heaven in the lower realm. Even if they do not need to restore their cultivation, they can reach the top of the sacred tree with only the strength of their physical bodies. These people are our real targets, and their spiritual roots are the key to the soul-destroying plan!"

...

Somewhere in the sacred tree.

Looking at Sima Junting, whose eyes were red, filled with anger and strong hatred, Duan Lingtian sighed lightly, "Forget it, since we have come to this point, we are on different paths after all..."

He was about to take out the fruit and give it to Sima Junting, but Ling Feng had already circled behind Sima Junting without knowing when, and then slapped Sima Junting on the back of his head.

Suddenly, Sima Junting's eyes rolled over and he fainted.

"Junior Brother Shui Han, you..."

Duan Lingtian was stunned and looked at Ling Feng in surprise.

"He has lost his mind. We can't let him do it."

Ling Feng shook his head, "Brother Duan, maybe we can't change the fate of everyone, but I'm still unwilling to give up easily on my companions around me. At least, I have to fight for it!"

As he said that, Ling Feng helped Sima Junting lie down. He was stunned for a moment, then raised his hand and gently touched several acupoints on Sima Junting's body.

Instinctively, Ling Feng still performed Taixuan acupuncture.

Although there was no golden needle, Ling Feng's finger force was easily poured into Sima Junting's body.

Not long after, Sima Junting woke up, but his eyes had regained clarity, not as crazy as before.

He obviously still remembered what he said before, and a trace of shame appeared on his face, "I... Senior Brother Duan, I just... I seemed to be dizzy just now, and said some nonsense..."

Duan Lingtian was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and smiled: "I don't remember what you said just now."

"Thank you, Senior Brother Duan!"

Sima Junting looked at Duan Lingtian gratefully. His tolerance was indeed beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Ling Feng also smiled and said: "Senior Brother Duan, you see, sometimes we don't have to choose to give up at the beginning. Although the opportunity may be small, if we don't fight for it, won't we be unwilling?"

Duan Lingtian was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt that he saw another familiar shadow in this Junior Brother Shui Han.

He began to understand why Shui Han was able to get Ling Feng's drop of blood.

In essence, they are indeed the same kind of people.

Of course, what he didn't know was that they were actually the same person.

"You big buffalo, you are still lecturing Senior Brother Duan!" Ye Wuxin on the side rolled his eyes in annoyance, "You think you are the boss Ling Feng! You have become a little smarter, but you are still far from the realm of Senior Brother Duan! Of course, compared to me, the boss Ling, it is even worse!" Ling Feng scratched the back of his head and smiled, "I just blurted it out, I didn't think too much... Hehe..." Sima Junting, who regained consciousness, got Duan Lingtian's forgiveness, and then bowed deeply to Ling Feng, "Shui Han, thank you too. I didn't expect that you actually have medical skills." "Medical skills?" Ling Feng waved his hands quickly, "How can I have any medical skills? I just relied on my feelings and randomly tapped a few times." "Uh..." Sima Junting was stunned. Was it just luck that he could wake up?

Duan Lingtian shook his head and smiled, looked up at the sky, and said in a deep voice: "It's probably more than an hour before dawn. Let's move as soon as possible. It won't be long before those crazy contenders rush up again."

After thinking for a while, Duan Lingtian handed the fruit of the sacred tree to Sima Junting again, "Brother Sima, since this fruit is watered by your blood, it should be kept by you."

"No, no, no..."

Sima Junting waved his hands repeatedly. This time, he didn't even dare to look at the fruit for a second. "Brother Duan, you should take it back. I can't resist this temptation. If you give it to me, I will steal it in no time!"

"Well..."

Duan Lingtian smiled bitterly. Because he couldn't mobilize his Yuanli and Shenzhi power, he naturally couldn't open the Naling Ring.

He could only tear a piece of cloth from his robe, wrap the fruit, and stuff it into the front of his clothes.

After doing all this, everyone finally reorganized and prepared to leave.

Zhang Haoran took the initiative to carry the injured Sima Junting on his back. He was tall and strong anyway, so this little burden was nothing to him.

As for Ling Feng and Duan Lingtian, they were the main fighting force and naturally could not be burdened.

At this moment, a roar suddenly came from the left front of the sacred tree. Ling Feng's eyelids jumped slightly, as if he had noticed something, and stood still.

"What's wrong?"

Duan Lingtian looked back at Ling Feng and asked in a deep voice.

"Hush..."

Ling Feng made a gesture to keep silent and listened attentively. The next moment, a red light rose into the sky.

The red light illuminated the night sky and finally turned into a blood-colored dragon, hovering above the sky.

The blood-colored dragon lasted for half a quarter of an hour before gradually dissipating, but it left deep red void cracks in the air.

The domineering and brutal power even tore the sky apart!

Duan Lingtian widened his eyes. Even from a distance, this power was still palpitating.

What's more important is that, although the blood dragon is terrifying, there is no fluctuation of Yuanli.

In other words, the person who made this attack has not swallowed the fruit of the sacred tree.

He has not recovered his cultivation, but he can perform such a terrible move. This person's strength is really terrifying!

The next moment, a roar was heard, shaking the sky.

"Who dares to come forward again, I, Jiang Xiaofan, will not show mercy again!"

It turned out that the person who just made a move was Jiang Xiaofan!

"Jiang-Xiao-Fan--"

Ling Feng's eyelids twitched slightly, and he felt that this name seemed familiar.

Then, in the night sky, there were bursts of wind and thunder, and another flash of white light, and the sword was cold in the nine states, and another cold voice broke through the sky.

"My name is Li Bufan! Sword God, Li Bufan!"

It turned out that during the decades of training in Xiaofeng Camp, Li Bufan actually made a name for himself as a sword god.

As the two finished speaking, countless rays of light of various colors swooshed in all directions, and the birds and beasts scattered.

As the saying goes, a person's reputation is like the shadow of a tree!

The top two of the Ten Blades of the Howling Wind Camp of the Yuanshen Temple appeared at the same time. Whoever dared to offend them would be seeking death? (End of this chapter)