The Rise of the Shen Family

Chapter 728: Spirit Venerable Acts Violently

"cough cough cough"

In the night sky, Master Wushang endured the injuries in his body, and wiped away the dark red blood that spilled from the corner of his mouth. It seems that the terrifying thunder calamity just now caused him serious injuries.

He looked around with a pale face, and found that the [Blood Sea Spirit Refining Formation] covering Shanghai Square had been completely destroyed in the thunder tribulation just now.

And Ye Ming and the others were obviously also affected by the thunder calamity that fell from the sky, their faces were pale, and they looked at the aura of thunder calamity above their heads in horror.

The thunder catastrophe that fell from the sky just now was too terrifying, even the Jindan real people like them seemed very small in front of him.

If it wasn't for the power of that thunder tribulation acting on the [Blood Sea Spirit Refining Formation] below, the four of them might have died on the spot.

But even though the blood formation had resisted most of the power for them, the aftermath that swept all around still caused them serious injuries.

On the other side, the blood-colored disk lingering in the strange black mist was still quietly floating in the void, but there were a few eye-catching cracks on its body.

On the top of this array, a fist-sized bead is exuding a bewitching blood-colored light, and a strange and bloody aura is constantly exuding from its interior.

This blood bead was refined from the blood essence of the hundreds of thousands of souls who died in the Shangfang just now, and it is unknown what effect it has.

I saw that Master Wushang forcibly suppressed the injuries in his body, came to the front of the formation plate, and then directly swung a wave of spiritual power to carefully put away the formation plate and the blood beads.

"let's go!"

He turned his head to look at Ye Ming and the other three, and ordered decisively.

They have a deep understanding of the horror of the thunder catastrophe just now, and it is no longer a power that Golden Core cultivators like them can master.

It was obvious that other monks were involved, or something happened that they didn't know about, and now that the blood formation had been destroyed, the matter was completely out of the control of the four of them.

Therefore, under the current uncertain situation, Master Wushang chose to retreat immediately. Anyway, their mission for this trip was considered completed.

And just when they were about to retreat, they heard a sound of fury rolling from the sea, echoing constantly in the dark night sky.

"Everyone is making a fuss about the head of the Loose Cultivation Alliance, are you really deceiving me that there is no one in the Loose Cultivation Alliance?"

The next moment, a blue aura appeared in the sky above Shanghai Square, and from the aura appeared an old man with white eyebrows dressed in an apricot-yellow Taoist robe.

It was the real Ouyang who was retreating on Yizhou Island!

"My dear child,

You Wuji sect dare to do such an outrageous act! "

Real Ouyang looked at the messy Hushangfang below him, the shocking scene made him furious, and he shouted angrily with a gloomy face.

"Hehe. Fellow Daoist Ouyang came a step late."

Daoist Wushang just smiled lightly, ignored the former's scolding, turned around and ordered:

"let's go!"

After all, the four of them flew away directly to the direction of the Wuji Sect in the north.

"Where to go!"

However, at this moment, there was another roar of shouting suddenly from the ruins of Shanghai Shangfang below, and then a golden talisman appeared out of thin air.

Two bright auras rushed up from below at high speed, blocking the path of the four Wushang real people, it was Shen Huanchi and Jinhua Granny.

I saw that at this time, Shen Huanchi and his body were churning with energy and blood, and the Taoist robes on their bodies were also very messy, and they looked a little embarrassed.

"Could it be that the three fellow daoists really want to keep the four of us?"

Looking at the three of Shen Huanchi in front of him, the real Wushang's face looked very calm, and it seemed that there was a slight hint of ridicule when he listened carefully.

He deliberately emphasized the gap in the number of the two sides, in order to let the three of Shen Huanchi take care of them and not dare to act rashly.

After all, the four of them had already consumed too much spiritual power to maintain the operation of the blood formation, and they were injured by the thunder calamity that fell from the sky just now, so they were not in their prime.

But for Shen Huanchi and the two Jindan masters of the Sanxiu Alliance, this time they completely fell into the other's calculations, and the entire Shanghai Square was almost reduced to ruins.

So how could they easily let each other go!

However, when the two sides were in a stalemate, countless purple thunderbolts suddenly appeared in the sky to the west of Hushangfang, and amidst the flickering lightning, there seemed to be a huge figure flying towards Hushangfang at a high speed.

After feeling the strong demonic aura emanating from that figure, the faces of the four Wushang Daoist couldn't help turning ugly, obviously they didn't expect that the fourth-order Lei Peng from the Shen family would rush over.

"Do it!"

The three of Shen Huanchi looked at each other, seized the opportunity and shot at the same time, and violent spiritual attacks attacked the four of Wushang Zhenren.

If the three of them were worried that the other party had more people than them just now, then with the arrival of the Spirit Venerable, the number of Jindan monks on both sides will be evened out.

Facing Shen Huanchi and the other three who had already attacked, Wushang Zhenren and the other four naturally had no choice but to fight against the enemy, but they also knew that they should not love to fight.

"Let's fight and retreat!"

Immortal Wushang sent a voice transmission to the other three, and immediately met Ouyang Immortal who was opposite.

Both of them are cultivators who have formed purple cores, and their cultivation bases are at the middle stage of golden cores, so when they fight, there is an earth-shattering movement.

On this side, Shen Huanchi stood in the middle of the night sky, his dark green robe rustling, and his cold eyes stared ahead.

In front of him is Ye Ming with flowing white hair, and at this time the other party is looking at him maliciously with those weird black pupils.

Suddenly, Shen Huanchi seemed to have noticed something, and his body moved extremely fast, and golden charms appeared around his body.

"Pupil technique?"

He looked at Ye Ming standing there with a little surprise, and found that black and white colors appeared in the strange black pupils of the other party, and magical power was radiating from his pupils.

These miraculous powers scattered in this space, directly turning into a series of void blades, sweeping toward him silently.

"A little eyesight. Why are you afraid?"

Apparently, Ye Ming was a little surprised that Shen Huanchi was able to discover his pupil technique attack in advance, and a sinister smile appeared on his fair face.

He is extremely confident in the pupil technique he has practiced, and monks who generally don't understand it are easy to be recruited. He didn't expect that the monk from the family in front of him could perceive his attack in advance.

Shen Huanchi didn't answer him, and a series of talismans appeared in front of him out of thin air, resisting the opponent's invisible space attacks.

The next moment, those six [Biluocanghai Pearls] burst into bright blue light, and instantly turned into a whip of spiritual power tens of feet long, sweeping towards Ye Ming.

Looking at the spiritual whip roaring like a dragon, Ye Ming couldn't help but snorted coldly, and a deep purple long sword appeared in his hand.

In the blink of an eye, the two were already fighting together, and their colorful magical powers kept colliding, and within a short period of time, no one could do anything to anyone.

There was only a loud eagle's cry resounding through the night sky, followed by bucket-like thick dark purple thunderbolts descending densely from the sky.

The huge figure of Lingzun hid in the dense thunder, controlling the thunder that filled the sky, and directly blasted towards the Wujizong Jindan monk.

The golden-winged roc was originally the king among monsters, and Lingzun was born with the ability to guard against thunder, which made him unbelievably powerful both in terms of speed and attack.

And the Golden Core cultivator of the Promise Sect only formed a green core, and he didn't have a powerful magic weapon in his hand. In addition, he had suffered serious injuries just now, so he quickly fell into a disadvantage.

His body was covered with scorched black wounds from being hit by the thunder, and there were several hideous wounds on his chest and back, and every wound had bone deep visible, and all flesh and blood was gone.

"Boom."

The Golden Core cultivator couldn't dodge in time, and was directly hit by an extremely domineering thunder, and the purple electric current penetrated into his body instantly.

The numbness brought by the thunder made him stunned. When he woke up, he saw a sharp black claw attacking his face.

Looking at the giant claw that looked like a sharp blade, the Golden Core cultivator instantly showed a look of panic on his face, and immediately released the spiritual power to protect his body, forming a solid protective shield in front of him.

After a monk forms a golden core, he can mobilize part of the mighty power of heaven and earth for his own use, and he can completely move with his thoughts.

However, an unbelievable scene soon appeared. When the giant claws of the Spiritual Venerable landed on the aura, it easily destroyed the aura that protected the body.

Before the Golden Core cultivator had time to scream, the sharp claw that was comparable to a fourth-tier middle-grade magic weapon landed directly on his face, grabbing his entire head off his body.

A Jindan Daoist fell under the claws of the Spirit Venerable without any resistance!

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(My current setting is that the strength of Lingzun is equivalent to that of a golden core mid-stage monk who has formed a golden core.)