Immortal Palace Longevity

As soon as this thought came to his mind, the green flame in his hand grew brighter and more dazzling.

Then, Liu Yu lifted his left palm and blew gently at the green spark.

"Whoosh"

In an instant, hundreds of flames emerged from the egg-sized flames and flew in all directions of Broken Gold City.

Blowing down, stars fell like rain!

At first glance, the flames were shining and colorful, like a rare spectacle in a thousand years.

But under the beautiful appearance, there was a fierce murderous intent, and the scorching temperature that was inadvertently emitted was enough to burn the flesh and soul of living beings.

"Hush"

The green flames as small as hair seemed fragile, but their speed was very fast.

In less than half a breath, they crossed a long distance and came into contact with the dense "blood cloud" in the sky.

"Swoosh"

No matter what means the low-level blood bats used, they could not annihilate the second-grade spiritual fire.

No matter the innate spells or the physical attack, they could not stop the spread of the flames, and could only watch the wisps of flames descend.

"Puff"

The moment they touched the flesh and blood, the hair-sized wisps of flames suddenly rose, and the blue fireworks bloomed in the sky, like a salute that suddenly burst out.

From the blooming flames, more "flame filaments" were differentiated and spread to more low-level blood bats.

"Squeak!"

Amid the shrill cries of the low-level blood bats, the flames quickly spread from one to ten, from ten to a hundred, and finally covered the entire "blood cloud".

From a distance, the blood clouds in the sky were quickly stained with blue until they disappeared completely.

In the air, a strange smell filled the air at some point, just like the smell of golden and shiny barbecue, which made people unable to resist.

But soon, the smell changed instantly, and gradually had a burnt smell.

Just like the golden and shiny barbecue, due to improper control of the fire, it turned into burnt charcoal.

With the power of the Qingyang Demon Fire at this time, it would not take much time to burn these low-level blood bats. A single blood bat could not even last half a breath.

In just a few breaths, the blood clouds covering the sky were cleared!

Countless low-level blood bats were all turned to ashes under the fierce power of the Qingyang Demon Fire.

After a few breaths, only a piece of fire cloud was left in the sky that was still burning slowly. The terrifying power contained in it was so terrifying that even the monks on the side were terrified.

Looking at Liu Yu, his eyes were full of fear!

However, the number of blood bats was large, and it was impossible to wipe them all out in a short time. There were still many blood bats on the ground fighting with the monks who broke free from their restraints.

In the sky farther away, there were also many "blood clouds" lingering.

Just looking at the terrifying blue flames, they did not dare to move forward. Although they always obeyed the orders of the blood bat leader, survival was the instinct of every creature.

Faced with the terrifying power of the devil fire, even the blood bats with bloodthirsty instincts deep in their bones will instinctively feel fear!

The blue fire clouds connected into one, as if it had turned into a world of fire, making the remaining blood bats dare not move forward.

"Go!"

Liu Yu looked at this scene expressionless, just stretched out his hand and pointed, spitting out a cold character.

As soon as the thought fell, the blue fire cloud surged and changed, and finally formed a flying bird, rushing towards the blood bats in the distance.

A rough count of the "blue flying birds" was at least tens of thousands!

But with Liu Yu's current spiritual power, he was able to control it with ease, without showing any effort.

"Squeak!"

Feeling the arrival of the life-and-death crisis, with many of their own kind as a lesson, many blood bats turned around and flew away on the spot.

In the face of the instinct to survive, they could no longer care about the orders of the upper-level demon cultivators.

But how could the flying speed of low-level demon birds be faster than the devil fire?

In a few breaths, the remaining small number of low-level blood bats were caught up one after another and turned into ashes one by one.

Only a few lucky ones were lucky enough to escape because they ran too fast and were not too close at the beginning.

However, this was also because the distance was too far and the fuel was too little, so Liu Yu was too lazy to continue chasing.

"Zizi"

Under the purification of the blue flame, the blood clouds disappeared completely, and the bright sunlight fell again.

Seeing the "senior" show his power, the low-level monks who dared to resist were greatly encouraged and fought harder.

The remaining low-level blood bats were already trembling, fearing that the powerful flame would descend on them in the next moment.

But fortunately, that kind of terrifying thing did not happen.

"Swoosh"

Five fingers formed claws and grabbed the void, and the pieces of fire clouds all over the sky shrank rapidly, and finally turned into a fireball the size of an egg, and returned to Liu Yu's palm and disappeared.

He looked down coldly, and he had no intention of taking action.

Although he could avoid the death of many cultivators and mortals by taking action, and save more vitality for the power of the cultivators.

But, it is not necessary.

He Liu Yu is not a nanny, and the struggle is always bloody.

Without bloodshed, it is not enough to change the world!

In the death of life and the spraying of blood, the old order will be broken, and the new order will be born in blood and fire!

"Squeak!"

After more than ten breaths, the "black river" formed by heavy water has completely trapped the blood bat leader.

Its pair of flexible flesh wings can no longer be fully exerted.

"The time has come!"

On Zhang Tao's old face, the fierce murderous intent was unconcealed, and his hands immediately pinched dozens of spells and fell into the "heavy" river.

The black river was stimulated, and the speed of shrinkage suddenly accelerated.

In the end, it was like a huge black belt, firmly trapping the blood bat leader, making it unable to move quickly.

The room for this monster to move was compressed to the extreme.

"Hiss"

The extremely sharp claws, carrying the terrifying power of the third-level late-stage monster, fell on the dark black river, splashing water.

But after several consecutive attacks, it was impossible to destroy the structure of the "black belt".

Even if there was some damage for a short time, it would be repaired quickly under the rolling black water.

After several full-strength attacks, there was no effect. Despair gradually filled the eyes of this monster. Seeing the attacks of Zhang Tao and Guo Poyun coming, it could only resist in a hurry.

"Boom boom boom"

Even though the third-level monster cultivator has a powerful body, it must be cautious when facing the attacks of cultivators of the same level.

At this time, the blood bat leader could only take it hard. After a round of confrontation, it was already covered with wounds.

On the monster's body of 17 or 18 feet, huge wounds and shocking blood holes appeared.

"Squeak!"

The pain made the blood bat leader crazy, and the red light in his eyes became more and more obvious.

But a huge brown-yellow tripod gradually enlarged in the monster's sight, and fell from top to bottom with a frightening power.

"Bang!

!"

The brown-yellow tripod, which changed to about 10 feet, came into close contact with the blood bat tribe's war head.

It could no longer stabilize its body, and fell to the ground like a meteor, destroying large areas of buildings.

It was not until it retreated hundreds of feet that it could barely stabilize its body.

When it stood up again, its head had sunken a lot, looking a little "strange", and its spiritual pressure had also dropped a little, obviously seriously injured.

Such injuries, if placed on a cultivator, would be enough to kill the flesh.

It was the powerful vitality of the monster that allowed it to survive, but it was just a matter of dying early or late!

"What a tenacious vitality."

Seeing this scene, Liu Yu was slightly moved, but he had no intention of intervening.

On the other side, Zhang Tao and Guo Poyun would naturally not miss the opportunity to beat the fallen dog. The two of them did not stop the spells in their hands for a moment, and released three powerful magic spells one after another.

Before the blood bat leader stood firmly, he had to face the oncoming "magic baptism" again.

And Guo Poyun's brown-yellow small tripod also completed the accumulation of power again. When the blood bat leader was trapped by the "black river" and could not dodge, it smashed down with great force.

"Bang" "Bang Bang"

One, two...

The brown-yellow small tripod kept hitting the blood bat leader's vitals, and the sound of heavy weapons hitting flesh and blood rang one after another.

In the process, the monster's breath continued to weaken, and the force of resistance was gradually reduced.

One strike, two strikes, three strikes...

After more than ten strikes, the blood bat leader's huge body of 17 or 18 feet became a little flat, and it had completely lost its life.

At this point, the overall situation was determined, and Broken Gold City had been taken.

As for how the two divided the spoils, Liu Yu did not pay much attention, and retracted his gaze on the spot.

He turned his eyes and looked at the low-level monsters and monks below who were like ants.

Feeling the death of the blood bat leader, the remaining low-level blood bats seemed to have lost their spiritual support, and they had a tendency to collapse in an instant, and began to fly around randomly.

The monks took this opportunity to fight back, revenge on the object who had inflicted pain, and wanted to kill all the blood bats.

As for "human rapists", especially those who attracted the attention of the rebellious monks, it was difficult to leave a complete corpse, and the body was often torn into pieces without any bones.

After the great revenge was avenged, some monks were covered in blood and looked like crazy, tearing the bodies of the human rapists with their own hands, listening to their last wailing.

Some monks were not in a hurry to kill them, but just cut off their limbs first, and then tortured them to ask for information about their families.

The torture they had suffered in the past decades was obviously not something that could be eliminated by a few lives. Not only did they have to kill these traitors, but also their families and relatives behind them would be affected.

At this moment, many monks swore that if they could leave Annan Six Continents safely, they would uproot the families behind the traitors.

Regardless of men, women, young or old, whether they were cultivators or mortals, they must be killed to eliminate the hatred in their hearts!

!

Blood debts must be paid with blood, which is natural!

In the world of cultivating immortals, there has never been a saying that the family will not be affected by the disaster. Although one person's success will bring prosperity to the whole family, but...

This is a feast for avengers, this is a purgatory for traitors and monsters!

Betrayal, revenge, faith, justice...

Familiar scenes were once again staged in the ancient city, but this time the roles were changed.

"In the world of immortal cultivation, hatred can indeed last for hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of years."

"And these cultivators who break free from their shackles will be the most loyal supporters of the Zhang family."

Seeing this scene, Liu Yu had a blank expression on his face, but he had no intention of stopping it.

For some reason, he suddenly remembered a sentence he had heard in his previous life:

"So Tang Moumou, this time he went to Lingshan, just to obtain such a scripture to save the world."

Thinking of this, Liu Yu smiled slightly.

But this world of immortal cultivation does not need such a scripture, and blood debts should be paid with blood, isn't it natural?

Shaking his head slightly, he looked towards a certain place in the city.

The "scar-faced male cultivator" who first broke free from the chains was extremely skilled in magic, and his cultivation in the late stage of foundation building was also quite good. He had already dealt with all the nearby monsters.

At this time, a seemingly beautiful female cultivator in the early stage of foundation building had her dantian broken by this man and was tied to a pillar and was being tortured.

The seemingly beautiful female cultivator was actually as vicious as a scorpion and became a running dog of the monster clan.

For decades, the scar-faced male cultivator had been tortured by this woman, and the intricate scars on his chest and back were left by this woman herself.

Even if he poured out all the water from the three rivers and five lakes, it would be difficult to completely eliminate his hatred for this woman!

"Speak!"

"Which continent are you from, where is your family located, and what relatives do you have?!"

The scar-faced male cultivator's eyes were red, and the tiny blood vessels in his eyes burst out, making a deafening roar, his demeanor was like a madman, and he was already a little crazy.

As he said this, he was also ruthless, pulling out the beautiful woman's neatly trimmed nails one by one.

In the blink of an eye, the white and slender palm was already covered in blood.

"Ugh!"

The beautiful female cultivator screamed miserably.

The intense pain was unbearable for the woman, and the screams in her throat could not be suppressed at all.

But even with such pain, she still refused to speak.

Because the woman knew that once the news was leaked, her family and relatives would suffer a catastrophe!

However, the woman did not regret her original choice, and she also had her own difficulties.

Screaming miserably, the beautiful female cultivator refused to let go, just looking at the scarred male cultivator with a mocking look.

It was as if the other party was still a lamb for her to slaughter, just like before the incident, and her attitude was still so condescending!

Looking at the female cultivator in front of him with a heart as poisonous as a scorpion, his eyes did not have even a little regret, and the scarred male cultivator's heart was filled with hatred, without a trace of pity.

He has waited too long for this day.

In recent years, he has not had a good sleep.

Because as soon as he closes his eyes, those comrades who died tragically for the same ideal, those familiar faces, will appear in front of him one after another.

He feels guilty!

The past is unbearable to look back on, and the great revenge has not been avenged, how dare he sleep peacefully? !

"Speak!" "Speak!" "Speak!"

Looking at the female cultivator who kept screaming, but there was no repentance in her eyes, the scarred male cultivator roared, and the hatred in his heart became more and more intense.

"Puff"

After saying that, he pulled the other's head and pulled out her long hair one by one.

In a flash, the top of the beautiful female cultivator's head was already a pool of blood and flesh, and her face stained with blood was also ugly.

But this woman was still unwilling to let go.

Seeing this scene, the scarred male cultivator's hatred was almost uncontrollable, and a red aura involuntarily lit up in his hand.

A fireball emerged, and it was about to take the life of the rapist in front of him.

"Hehehe"

But just before he was about to do it, he suddenly stopped, laughing strangely, and then the fire in his hand went out.

"To die so simply is too cheap for a woman like you who is as vicious as a snake."

"I won't kill you."

"I want you to live and suffer inhuman torture every day to comfort those wronged souls who died in vain."

"Let you experience eighteen kinds of tricks every day, and the feeling of being unable to live or die."

"Hehehe"

As he spoke, the scarred male cultivator laughed strangely, with a cruel light flashing in his eyes.

The beautiful female cultivator certainly understood what the "eighteen kinds of tricks" in the other party's mouth meant.

Because of this, panic and fear appeared in her eyes for the first time.

She began to use the method of provoking, and every word she said hit the nail on the head, poking the scarred male cultivator's pain point, trying to make the other party give her a quick death.

But no matter how he provoked her, the scarred male cultivator never killed her. Instead, he used magic to heal the woman's wounds to prevent her from accidentally dying from excessive blood loss.

It would be too easy for this girl to die like this.

This scene of the scarred male cultivator and the beautiful female cultivator is just a small microcosm of hundreds of thousands of cultivators. When many "rapists" were about to be killed, they were stopped by cultivators who had suffered inhuman torture.

For cultivators, death is too fast. It is just a matter of magic, so fast that they don't feel it at all.

Death in an instant is obviously not proportional to their lives that are worse than animals in these years.

So they want to keep some of the rapists and let them taste the "soul-satisfying taste".

Tens of hundreds of years of pain, just taking their lives is not enough to resolve it.

Only by returning the pain that has been endured, intensifying it, can we comfort the deeply traumatized soul a little.

And those fellows who died silently for revenge today!

In the Broken Gold City, the cultivators who broke free from the shackles were like crazy, and their tears could not stop like a kite with a broken string.

They were filled with monstrous hatred and were unwilling to let a monster go.

Even if they are seriously injured or have a broken limb, they will pursue revenge to the end, fearing that they will fall behind!

Their hatred for those who are accomplices to the evildoers is even stronger, but some monks did not choose to kill them immediately, but kneeled down and begged the powerful monks to spare their lives.

They want to torture these traitors and force them to tell them about their families, to avenge themselves and their dead comrades.

"......"

Seeing this, Liu Yu shook his head slightly.

I don't think that these monks who broke free from their shackles are cruel.

Because he had been in Changnan City and Suijin City for a period of time, he understood what these monks had experienced and could understand the monstrous hatred buried deep in their hearts.

Don't advise others to be kind without experiencing their suffering!

However, these have little to do with Liu Yu, because he is about to leave here and rush to a shocking war.

Looking at Zhang Tao and Guo Poyun, the two have already completed the distribution of spoils.

Zhang Tao quickly summoned his men and arranged the aftermath in an orderly manner.

These Jindan monks cannot stay here for too long and are about to go to Lingwu City.

For those monks who were stunned in place, neither joining the rebels nor helping the tiger, this person chose to spare their lives.

With common experiences, these are all forces that can be united. As long as the courage in their hearts can be awakened, they can be used by the Zhang family.

It's just the "Spirit Forbidden Ring", so don't rush to take it off.