After dressing as a cannon fodder in Xiuxianwen

Chapter 802 Taboos of Candidates
Shen Qing hooked his lips.

"Thank you for the compliment!"

The eyes were closed suddenly, and opened again, blood red in the eyes.

A touch of red appeared between the eyebrows.

"Boom!"

Shi Shisheng only felt the energy in his body riot in an instant, and the terrifying hostility spread. Looking at the monk who was holding a huge sword and filled with black and red aura, Shi Shisheng endured the pain in his body, looked at the sword in Shen Qing's hand, and thought What Shen Qingyi said just now.

"Ruthless Dao... Wuchen Holy Sword! You are a monk in the Pankong Realm!"

As soon as the name of Wuchen Holy Sword came out, several Saint King Halls felt a coldness spread from invisible to the whole body.

The name of the Wuchen Holy Sword is too famous in Fusheng Wanyu, and its killing intent, even the Heavenly Dao Tribulation Thunder of the Palace of Myriad Tribulations, can't do anything about it...

In the history books of the Holy King Palace, there is still a record of that God of Killing!

The slant of the ruthless way, one person holding the sword, ten thousand ways surrender!

The legendary figure who pushed the Ruthless Dao to the climax of the Dao, the taboo that countless monks have talked about!
Such a character, if not for the accident at the end...

And his sword is also a legend in the world of cultivating immortals, but hasn't the holy sword of dust disappeared?

wrong!

The Holy Sword of Wuchen has been born, and the monk in front of him...

"you……"

Shi Shisheng's widened eyes were full of disbelief.

As soon as Shen Qing raised his hand, the Wuchen sword shone with cold light, the sea was surging, and the sky and the earth changed color in an instant.

The bright red between the eyebrows became more and more eye-catching.

The strong killing intent stirred all directions.

The people watching from a distance couldn't help frowning slightly as they looked at the gradually darkening sky.

"What's going on? Is it going to rain again?"

"It's not right! Do you feel that the spiritual power around you is not right! They are frantically gathering in one direction! It's the battle side!"

A group of magic cultivators from Qunfeng couldn't help looking in the direction of Qiushan.

"What a strong murderous intent! There is an extremely powerful hostility there!"

In the hills and mountains, Wen Yinghan suddenly opened his eyes, looking in Shen Qingyi's direction.

Xiao Hei on his shoulder also stood up abruptly.

"Master! It's Xiaolu's breath!"

Little green?

They are the wood spirits from the secret realm of Huangquan, and they seem to be monks from the Yunze Continent!
"Go and have a look!"

Several people looked at him.

Wen Yinghan squinted his eyes, and his eyes fell on Yin Baizhou.

"There are monks from Yunze Continent over there, let's go and have a look! That person may also have wood spirits on him! If we can form a team, it will be safer!"

After hearing the words, the eyes of the few people lit up immediately. They had seen Xiao Hei before, and if there was another one, he was also a monk from the Pankong Realm...

"it is good!"

"Pfft!"

The Nascent Soul cultivator who fell down with his eyes open, firmly grasped the Wuchen sword inserted into his neck.

Shi Shisheng and the only Nascent Soul Dzogchen cultivator who was born saw Shen Qingyi, who was covered in blood, approaching the two of them with the Wuchen sword in hand, and couldn't help but take a few steps back.

Their team originally consisted of twelve members, but now ten members have fallen!Three died from that weird soul poison!A poisoned man was beheaded with a sword by the monk in front of him!Three were killed by the formation talisman!The other three were actually strangled by him!Even though they were disturbed by the toxin, the cracks in the space around them still shocked the two of them!
This cultivator can also use the power of space!
With the oppression of the power of space and the bonus of the sea area, they are simply under the domain of others!
Just the two of them!
And Shi Shisheng felt that the poison in his body was spreading a little faster. Could it be that he also wanted to do like Lu Liexing?

Do not!He hasn't become famous yet!He has not yet become the master of the Holy King Palace, how could he die here aggrieved!
"Fengqin! Help me!"

The Nascent Soul Dzogchen cultivator beside him, that is, Feng Qin, gritted his teeth.

Knowing that there are only two paths for him at this moment, one is to advance and retreat together with the candidate he followed, Shi Shisheng, and the other is to give up the candidate like the followers of Nalu Liexing, and become an abandoned child from now on!

"it is good!"

Instead of living aggrievedly, following the candidates, even if they die in battle, that is the glory of their followers!

Shi Shisheng made a seal with his hands and pressed them against his chest.

"With my blood, pray to my gods! Gods bless you!"

"Boom!"

The soaring golden beam of light went straight into the sky, breaking through the thick dark clouds.

"That... is the candidate's bloodline prayer!"

The nearby monks of the Holy King's Hall couldn't help but raise their heads.

The restlessness of the blood force made them clenched their fists.

Some candidates are in danger of life and death!
So use the taboo method of burning blood!

Candidates are different from other monks in the Holy King Hall. Their bloodlines are carefully selected by the upper class and belong to the servants of the gods.

The power of their burning bloodlines is more than three times that of ordinary people with bloodlines in the Palace of Saint Kings!
But the same consequence is more harmful!
If you are not careful, you will fall, or your bloodline will regress, and you will become an ordinary bloodline!
What is the crisis that makes the candidate not hesitate to burn his own blood power?
Yuan Yelin suddenly withdrew the long sword in his hand, and the monk in front of him smashed to the ground with a bang, completely dying.

look to the west.

"Where is it?"

"My lord! That's the road to the sea from the peaks to the hills!"

Yuan Yelin's eyelids twitched violently.

The person who came to the Holy King's Hall on Qiushan's side recently...is Shi Shisheng!
Shi Shisheng who was transferred here!

Above the sea area, the monks of Long Yi and his party, who were watching the excitement, finally changed their expressions.

"I haven't heard of high-level ancient beasts appearing recently, so it's the monks who are strangling! They are dying! Go there quickly!"

"Yes!"

It's not that Shi Shisheng wants to burn his own blood power, it's just that he has no other way now!
The power of the surrounding space has been controlled by the cultivator in front of him, and his sound transmission card has also been strongly interfered, and he can't send any information at all!

As for the crisis in Shen Qingyi's body, Shi Shisheng's inner voice told him that maybe the two of them still had the power to burn his blood!
If Feng Qin is allowed to burn the power of his blood, the possible final result is that Feng Qin will fall, and he will die of poisoning!
They had to fight Shen Qing one by one with the fastest speed to the end!As long as Shen Qing dies, he may have a chance to live!
The rapid burning of blood power made Shi Shisheng's face quickly turn pale, but the energy in his body was recovering rapidly, that is, the viscera and soul corroded by toxins were gradually recovering under the blessing of the gods.

Looking at Shi Shisheng whose complexion was distorted in severe pain due to the energy flooding with killing toxins, Shen Qingyi didn't throw any more pills into his mouth.

Have you finally used the power of your blood?
Shi Shisheng felt the vitality in his body recover quickly, and looked at Shen Qingyi ferociously.

It's just that at the moment when he saw Shen Qingyi, Shi Shisheng almost didn't scream out of fright.

(End of this chapter)