Emperor of Nine Suns

"If you don't give us an answer to this matter, I don't think you will go back safely... Even if you pass this trial, we must seek justice for Senior Brother Chen!"

"Bold lunatic, hurry up and make amends!"

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Those who can enter the trial in the Land of Eternal Night are the elite monks.

Another synonym for these elites is shameless enough.

For them, those who were able to get into the late stage of Tianhe's cultivation base had experienced strong winds and waves, and the skills of turning black and white to point deer into horses were used with great proficiency, and there was no psychological burden at all.

After hearing these words, the many immortal-killing girls almost exploded in anger one by one, and scolded one after another.

As the party involved, Chu Chen just glanced at them indifferently, and didn't bother to talk to them at all, but the girls had a spat with them.

When it comes to quarreling, men are naturally inferior to women.

After arguing back and forth for less than a cup of tea, many monks in the No. 6 stronghold were defeated one by one.

However, they also have the advantage of being men, and they quickly changed from a simple quarrel to a slander of obscene language, uttering unsavory words one by one.

At this point, the many girls who have not left the court in Miexian can no longer quarrel, their faces are flushed with anger, and they can only swear "shameless" and "despicable" back and forth. The more ugly words are unspeakable.

Chu Chen seemed to stay out of the matter, and just focused on manipulating the whip shadow to resist the beast, but the brightness of his whip shadow could be seen with the naked eye fading little by little.

Seeing this scene, many male monks in the No. 6 stronghold suddenly became excited again.

"Hey, that's not right, it's already time for a cup of tea, why is Senior Brother Chen still screaming there?"

Often, the leader who had been whipped hadn't recovered yet, and kept covering his face and howling, with blood profusely pouring from his face.

"It's weird. Brother Chen is determined. When he was chasing and killing his enemies, he didn't even frown. Why is it so unbearable this time?"

"What's so weird about that whip?"

Seeing that the leader with the highest cultivation level is still not recovering, many monks in the No. 6 stronghold have no time to curse.

In addition to the rotating squad to resist the beast,

The rest of the squad surrounded the leader, looking solemnly at the wailing leader.

At this moment, the image of this leader is a bit scary.

The scar on his body has not changed much, it is still the whip mark, except for the swollen stiff mark, there is no strange change.

However, the leader covered his face and howled in pain, getting louder and shriller.

It seems that with the passage of time, the pain in the body has not weakened, but has become more and more severe.

He covered his face with his hands tightly, but he didn't dare to touch the wound. His whole body twitched in pain, tears flowed down his face, his hair was disheveled, and his crying sound became less and less like a person, but like an evil ghost.

"Let me take a look!"

A glaring white light shone on the body of an older monk, and he patted the leader with his hand, and his face was shocked.

In his perception, all extremely subtle and hot spiritual power surged like a spirit snake.

That strand of spiritual power was like a scorching steel needle, easily breaking through his thick spiritual power shield and entering the sea of ​​air.

Afterwards, that scorching strange spiritual power turned into ten, then from ten to hundreds, from hundreds to thousands...

It evolved a full seven times, turning into thousands of slender and unimaginable spiritual power filaments, scurrying wildly in his body.

However, that trace of spiritual power is extremely small after all, after tens of thousands of divisions, the amount of each strand is so small that it can be ignored.

Thousands of fine needles with spiritual power were easily wiped out by the spiritual power in his body with just one rush, without causing any damage.

"What a sinister supernatural power!"

The monk was shocked, and he finally understood why the leader suffered so much pain after only one whip wound.

That weird spiritual power can be divided seven times, each time is equivalent to being stabbed with ten times the steel needle, how many people can bear this kind of pain?

However, after seven times of evolution, the spiritual power will be weak, and it will be wiped out naturally.

Therefore, after undergoing this trick, one has to endure the pain brought to the body by the seven derivation processes... It is really torture like purgatory!

"Senior Brother Chen, bear with it, bear with it..."

The cultivator sighed and looked at the figure in the No. 7 stronghold. Apart from anger, his eyes were also full of deep vigilance.

Is this the power of the secret technique of Da Luo Zhou Tian Sword Formation?

It's really scary!

So far, I can only endure it!

Forbearance until the sword energy evolves to the extreme and is finally consumed...

After figuring out what was going on in the leader's body, the monks in the No. 6 stronghold suddenly had their faces full of vigilance, and even the voices of shouting and cursing gradually became quieter.

"How could his whip last so long?"

Finally, someone couldn't bear to ask out the doubts in his heart.

The consumption of spiritual power by the Daluo Zhoutian sword formation is unimaginable. The sword formation that requires the joint efforts of 24 people can be casted by one person. A normal monk in the Tianhe Dzogchen realm can persist for half an hour at most before being killed. Drain your energy.

But that guy has been there for more than an hour, and the whip shadow looks very dim, and it seems that it will completely collapse anytime, anywhere.

However, it has always been extremely firm and shrouded around the No. 7 stronghold, smashing the ferocious beasts that blasted away into black mist.

"That whip... should be a rare treasure!"

There are many magic tools in the monk world that can automatically absorb the power of the surrounding heaven and earth to increase the power of secret arts when they are activated, so that the master consumes less spiritual power.

However, most of this type of magic weapon can play a very limited role. Generally speaking, a magic weapon that can reduce the consumption of the master's spiritual power by 10% is considered the best.

In some medium and large sects, there will be some extreme magic weapons specially used to activate large formations, which can reduce the consumption of spiritual power by nearly 20%.

What level is the whip in that kid's hand?

How much did it reduce the kid's spiritual power consumption?

50%? Seventy percent? 90%?

I don't know, I just watched that guy persist for an hour, an hour and a half, two hours... and the whip shadow never completely collapsed, as if it existed forever.

The sky blue whip shadow just shrouded the No. 7 stronghold, like a small sky, protecting everyone inside.

At this moment, too many eyes are focused on this small sky-blue world.

And no matter how many eyes from the outside world gather, it's probably not as complicated as the moods of the many immortal girls shrouded in whip shadows. They watched the ferocious and terrifying chicken-shaped beasts, but if they dared to rush over, they would be blown into a black mist once they were touched by the whip shadow.

Not a single ferocious beast can be spared!

The shadow of the whip became dimmer and dimmer, but the azure color like the sky never faded.