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Chapter 314: God's Meteoric Blood Stone, Going to the Altar of Longding Mountain, Possessed by Evil Thoughts
The architectural form of the City Lord's Mansion is similar to a castle.

The most powerful group of indigenous monks all retreated into the City Lord's Mansion, hoping to rely on the formation of the City Lord's Mansion to resist the evil demons from outside the domain and save their lives.

"You evil demons from outside the domain, who rob and plunder, have blood on your hands and have committed countless crimes, will surely not die a good death!"

Curses rang out from the mansion.

And outside the City Lord's Mansion.

There stood a man wearing a scarlet Taoist robe and carrying a sword on his back. The flying sword behind him was wrapped in white cloth, but it did not reduce the flying sword's power at all. Lines of awe-inspiring sword energy were faintly emanating from it.

The man with the sword on his back had a hoarse voice, and in a light tone, he ordered the Wanluo Sword Sect disciples under his command: "The bloodstones in their hands can greatly increase the number of spiritual energy inscriptions. Whether it is to improve the grade of magic weapons or cultivation, they are all rare treasures."

“No need to say more to them, let’s attack together, break through the defensive formation, and wipe out these indigenous monks.”

The disciples of Wanluo Sword Sect immediately used the sword-controlling technique, pinching their sword fingers to control the flying swords behind them and launched an attack on the City Lord's Mansion.

"boom!"

"Boom!"

The power fluctuations emitted by the flying sword are very strong. There are basically no ones below the seventh grade. Most of them are middle and fifth grade Qigong practitioners, and they form a formation, which makes their power even higher.

Every blow would cause the formation to tremble.

Among the native orcs, there was a goat-headed man with a black dragon tattoo on his body. He held a red jade in his hand. He had an extremely strong body, eight-pack abs, and thick arms. He shouted, "Are you determined to kill us all?"

"A man without any guilt may have a jade in his hand."

"Unfortunately, you probably won't understand such a truth." The leading man with a sword on his back stared at the stone in his hand and said jokingly.

In his opinion, the so-called Longding Mountain is a medieval battlefield.

This ancient fairy ruins sank due to the fight between powerful beings during an unprecedented war, forming a natural cave.

There are countless opportunities inside, for example, the red stones in the hands of these orcs contain a large amount of divine substances.

It is a rare treasure comparable to the spiritual energy of immortals. If you get one, your cultivation will improve by leaps and bounds, easily.

"Then we'll die together!"

The sheep-headed man with dragon patterns on his body had bloodshot eyes and roared. He held a glowing scarlet stone in his arms, performed an ancient self-sacrificing technique, kicked off with his feet, and rushed towards the Wanluo Sword Sect disciples and others.

The ancient technique he performed could use the sacrifice of one's body as power to offer to the gods, unleashing destructive force that would kill all living things around.

It is an extremely strange technique.

In the Mongol Dynasty, those who could have the mark of gods engraved on their bodies were the most loyal believers. Those like the sheep-headed man who could engrave six dragon patterns were definitely comparable to the Demon Lord.

Unfortunately, they encountered cultivators from outside, who were also the most powerful group.

The cultivators from various forces came to the Longding Mountain Cave Heaven, and they all sent the proudest sons of each sect and the most powerful ones.

For example, the leader of the Wanluo Sword Sect, the eldest senior brother in front of him, has a dignified aura and exudes sword intent, and he is steady and sophisticated. He is not an ordinary disciple, but definitely a disciple with a true teaching of more than a hundred years. He has the strength of a real person in the eleventh realm and has the hope of winning the position of a sect elder.

However, even rabbits will bite when they are cornered. The sheep-headed man in front of him was seriously injured and had no choice but to sacrifice himself.

He used up the last bit of his strength and unleashed a hurricane as fast as the speed of sound, with an unstoppable momentum.

"It's interesting, but I have the natal sword seal given by the sword immortal uncle as a talisman. How can you die with me?"

The man with the sword on his back curled his lips, stretched out his arm, opened his five fingers, and a crystal clear sword pattern appeared on his palm.

A destructive sword energy was stimulated from it and hit the sheep-headed man in the chest.

The destructive sword energy came from a ray of the sword immortal's innate sword energy. Its power was so terrifying that even a master of the twelfth realm would be seriously injured if not killed.

"Why--"

The sheep-headed orc roared unwillingly, and before his body exploded, it was split into two by the sword immortal's sword energy, and blood splattered on the spot.

"It's a pity to have such a high-quality blood stone. If I could get it, I should be able to break through to the late eleventh realm."

The man with the sword on his back put away the sword seal on his palm and his face turned a little paler. He used his trump card, which still consumed a lot of his Taoist energy.

If a strong man comparable to the Demon Lord self-destructs and counterattacks, even he will have a headache.

If it weren't for the trump card left by Master Sword Immortal, he would probably have been replaced one for one.

Suddenly, a faint laugh came from a distance: "I was wondering who it was, it turned out to be Wanluo Sword Immortal's reptile. I never thought that the Wanluo Sword Sect, which claims to be a famous and upright sect, would actually do something like massacring a city."

Hearing this, the man with the sword on his back felt as if he had heard this voice somewhere before.

Just a while ago.

The Battle of the Seven Kingdoms, at the bottom of the valley.

Then, his eyes revealed a cold expression, full of hatred, and he looked in the direction where the voice came from.

On the street, there appeared a large number of iron cavalrymen. Two fairies with beautiful looks and cold temperament were standing beside a handsome man in golden armor. The man had a handsome appearance and his temperament was like the most exquisite gem in the world.

This person is Lu Mingyuan.

"Lu Mingyuan, it's you."

The man with the sword on his back had his first reaction when he saw Lu Mingyuan.

Instead of fighting, he ran away.

Although he is arrogant, he still knows himself.

As the number one prodigy in the Seven Kingdoms War, Lu Mingyuan is very powerful and is not someone he can afford to provoke.

There are only grievances between his Wanluo Sword Sect and the Great Yan Dynasty.

How can you survive if you are targeted by the other party?

"go!"

The man with the sword on his back used the sword-wielding technique and was about to run away.

"catch him."

Lu Mingyuan gave the order calmly.

Sui Yuqing and Yun Qinghe stepped out at the same time.

Yun Qinghe held the flying sword in her hand, and she looked like a female hero in the martial arts world. She performed sword skills all over her body, and when the sword energy surrounded her, she looked like a peerless fairy in the fairyland. Sui Yuqing chanted the golden light spell with her red lips, and the Taoist scriptures in her mouth turned into a golden rope, locking the enemy in the void and flying away.

There was a powerful aura emanating from them, forcing the disciples of Wanluo Sword Sect to retreat continuously.

Soon, screams were heard one after another on the street.

The man with the sword on his back said with an unpleasant expression: "Lu Mingyuan, we haven't provoked you yet, but you are bullying us like this. You simply don't take my Wanluo Sword Sect seriously!

After saying this, he raised his palm and used his innate sword energy again.

He shot towards Yun Qinghe, who had the lowest cultivation level, while he himself seized the opportunity to escape.

However, Lu Mingyuan was very fast and snapped his fingers.

A giant Dharma body hand formed by the gathering of fiery red martial arts energy appeared from the void and crushed the sword energy.

"Wanluo Sword Immortal launched three moves, and I took them all."

"How can you be my opponent with just a wisp of sword energy?"

Lu Mingyuan changed his palm into a fist and with a light punch, he knocked the man with the sword on his back out.

He took several pieces of scarlet jade that fell from the other person.

He discovered that these scarlet jades contained extremely powerful energy.

It seems that the disciples of Wanluo Sword Sect started killing people just for this thing.

The man with the sword on his back spat out a mouthful of blood. He was seriously injured and his eyes were filled with horror.

The force just now was definitely comparable to a blow from a Martial Saint.

If the other party hadn't wanted to spare his life, he would have died long ago.

Everyone present, whether they were indigenous orcs or disciples of Wanluo Sword Sect, had trembling legs and felt palpitations.

Especially the indigenous people.

Just now they thought that the evil demons from outside the domain that could kill the city lord were already very powerful, but they didn't expect that another group of evil demons from outside the domain would come and they were solved with just one move.

These demons from outside the realm are a little too terrifying.

"What are these red stones?"

Lu Mingyuan asked the giant beast behind him.

The white ape under Lu Mingyuan's seat turned back into a human form and said respectfully:

"This is the sacred stone of our clan. Its full name is the Godly Bloodstone. Only by relying on this can we resist the erosion of the black fog and prevent the punishment of the gods from coming."

"Divine Meteoric Blood Stone."

Hearing this name, Lu Mingyuan seemed to be thinking about something.

"If I'm not mistaken, these divine stones are the blood of gods that fell in battle in the past. After years, they have turned into stone mines."

The man with a sword on his back from the Wanluo Sword Sect struggled to stand up, breathing faintly and saying:
"Lu Mingyuan, what do you want? If you kill us, Senior Sword Immortal will not let you go."

Hearing this, Lu Mingyuan sneered and said, "I originally wanted to spare your life and ask for some clues, but now it seems that this is not necessary."

After he finished speaking, he instantly appeared in front of the other person and pressed his big hand directly on the top of his head.

Read the memory of the other party's sea of ​​consciousness.

But after a moment, Lu Mingyuan let go of his hand.

The man with the sword on his back fell to the ground helplessly, his eyes dull. It was obvious that his soul had suffered a severe blow and he had become idiot.

Yun Qinghe stepped forward and asked, "How is it?"

Lu Mingyuan couldn't help but frown:

"There is quite a lot of important information. First of all, the greatest opportunity in this world is actually the cave itself, which is the Xu Yao clan. They are the descendants of the former demon ancestors. They use the blood of the gods to feed their cultivation and have the current scale."

"These divine stones are the resources that the major dynasties in Dongtian are fighting for."

"Secondly, there is another one. The center of the battlefield is at the Four Directions Dynasty Altar."

"So now, we are heading to the dynasty altar?" Sui Yuqing asked.

While the three of them were talking.

A dark shadow suddenly emerged from the black fog surging in the sky, and it was difficult to tell whether it was real or fake.

Rushed towards the crowd.

In an instant, the light of the magic stone in Lu Mingyuan's hand increased greatly.

Emitting a brilliant blood light.

"Roar!"

The black shadow screamed and roared, and its shape changed rapidly, as if it was restrained by the magic stone.

Then, the black shadow changed direction and merged into the center of the eyebrows of the man lying on the ground with a sword on his back, merging with his body.

"Wow!"

An extremely terrifying aura emanated from the man with the sword on his back. His skin was completely cracked, his eyeballs were full of black bloodshot, and his entire body was filled with a deathly aura.

The aura emanating from the man with the sword on his back at this moment is several points stronger than a hundred of him combined.

Seeing this, the white-browed monkey knelt down and said in fear: "God is still alive, we know our sins!"

Lu Mingyuan frowned and said, "He is possessed by evil thoughts."

“No wonder the city was fine before. These sacred stones can protect it from the erosion of evil thoughts.”

"Now that the Wanluo Sword Sect's disciples have plundered all the divine stones, all the evil thoughts hidden in the black fog are waiting for an opportunity to catch up with us."

Lu Mingyuan looked at the struggling and changing black fog in the sky, and a bad premonition emerged in his heart.

He felt that these collections of evil thoughts from the Middle Ages must have even greater secrets.

(End of this chapter)