Swallowing the Emperor

Chapter 527
Yin Wuguang said grimly: "No matter what the accident is, my lord, my son is dead, you must find out the murderer for me in the shortest possible time, I want revenge, I want to tear the murderer into pieces! In addition, give the witch Lingjiao and Zen sent letters, saying that the plan to siege Momen was advanced, and on this day next month, the three allied forces must gather at the Sunset Grassland, otherwise, don’t blame me for being ruthless!”

"Yes, Palace Master, the Shadow Demon will do it immediately."

Bahuang Zhengdong is an endless sea. In the sea thousands of miles away from the coast, there stands a huge island with beautiful mountains and clear waters.

Clouds and mists linger on the island all the year round, and nine towering minarets support a palace like jade pillars, which looks like a miracle from a distance.

This is the residence of the sect of Wuling Sect, Sky Island.

At this time, more than a dozen black-robed wizards of the Witch Spirit Sect were hovering above the floating palace and surrounding a golden coffin.

Lying in the coffin was a vermicelli jade, which looked like a little boy of two or three months old. As the black-robed wizard waved the staff in his hand, beams of colorful rays of light descended from the sky and fell on the little boy. The little boy body becomes transparent.

The head wizard in black robe felt the sacred aura contained in the rays of light, and a satisfied smile appeared on his old face.

This ancient Holy Light Ceremony has been carried out to the ninth day. Although hundreds of Holy Infants are given this holy ritual to change their lives every year, the Holy Infant who can insist on bathing in the Holy Light for nine days without dying , he is the first in thousands of years.

As long as the ceremony is over, the boy in the coffin will become the successor of the next leader, and will also become the most powerful person in Wuling Sect in the past thousand years. Emperor Wudi strong.

Thinking of the boy's luck, the head wizard in black robe couldn't help but envy him.

However, at this moment, there was a loud noise in the sky, and the holy light that fell on the holy baby like a waterfall suddenly disappeared. The dozen or so black-robed wizards who were casting spells all spit blood and flew upside down as if struck by lightning. out.

"what happened!"

The face of the head wizard in black robe changed drastically. Looking up, he saw the channel of holy light flying westward at a speed that the naked eye could not catch. The boy in the coffin lost the protection of the wizard in black robe, and the holy light in his body began to rapidly Spilled outward, most of the sky was illuminated.

"do not want!"

The black-robed wizard screamed, and with a wave of his sleeves, the coffin lid on the side quickly covered the coffin, blocking the passage of the holy light, and at the same time activated the magic circle around it in the shortest possible time, locking the coffin firmly .

Through the magic circle, one could see the dazzling white light emitting from the golden coffin, accompanied by the shrill cries of babies.

"How did this happen! Why did this happen!"

After all this was done, the black-robed head wizard's eyes were red, and he screamed like crazy. Seeing that the ceremony was about to be completed, it fell short in the end. How can I not feel sad?

"Someone must have deliberately sabotaged the Holy Light Ceremony of my Holy Cult! Who is it, who is it!"

The head wizard in black robe looked at the Gate of Holy Light flying farther and farther in the distance, a stern look flashed in his eyes, and with a wave of his hand, thousands of talisman seals appeared in the sky and earth, and as he formed the seal with his hand, the talisman seals followed one after another. After burning, each burning talisman shot a red light into the eyes of the head wizard, his pupils suddenly turned into a black hole, and the distant Gate of Light quickly became clear.

"Sunset Grassland... the direction of Sanyuanzong... Thunder Tribulation? Someone is entering the Martial Emperor through a mirror! This Gate of Holy Light... has actually merged into Thunder Tribulation... What a terrifying sky thunder! It is actually the Five Elements Thunder Gang... …what!"

Using a secret method to integrate eyesight and holy light, the head wizard in black robe saw a picture that he never dreamed of. A thick thunder pillar with a length of ten miles was like an arm of a god stretching out to this world, descending on the sky. On a slender figure.

However, before the black-robed wizard could clearly see the man's appearance, the holy light was swallowed by the thunder pillar, and he screamed out of the sudden severe pain, his eyes were bleeding like pillars, and he was actually swallowed by the thunder pillar's backlash. Stabbed blind!
Five hundred miles away from Sanyuanzong, at the Momen camp, Patriarch Shura, who received the report, immediately changed his face when he learned that Sanyuanzong actually had a Martial Emperor master sitting in the town.

Especially when he heard that Mo Lin had brought the eight barbarian kings into the opponent's formation, the head of the Mo Sect couldn't sit still anymore.

"All Martial Emperors, follow me!"

A shout resounded throughout the entire camp, and the Patriarch Shura turned into a long rainbow and soared into the sky. At the same time, in every corner of the Momen camp, more than a dozen figures flew into the air, following Shura in the direction of Sanyuanzong fly away.

"Grandpa, what happened?"

A seventh-generation patriarch caught up with Shura and asked.

All the Martial Emperor masters of the Mo Sect were very surprised. They had never been so excited before Shura, and they didn't know what happened to make all the Martial Emperor experts go out together.

"Could it be that the master of the Zen Heavenly Demon Palace has arrived?" An eighth-generation ancestor guessed.

Patriarch Shura said with a gloomy face, "The Sanyuan Sect has an ambush, tonight's sneak attack team fell into their trap, and the Martial Emperor of the Heavenly Demon Palace is in charge."

The ancestors were suddenly stunned, but felt that something was wrong. Even if there were one or two Martial Emperors in the Sanyuan Sect, they wouldn't bother the ancestor Shura to go out in person, right?
A group of people flew in the air and flew for more than 200 miles when a thunderbolt suddenly flashed in the distant sky.

"Someone broke the mirror!"

Patriarch Shura's eyes were fixed, he was too familiar with this thunder light, it was the thunder disaster when the mirror was broken.

In less than a cup of tea, nine thunderbolts fell from the sky, but it didn't end, and the tenth thunderstorm landed afterward.

"Is someone condensing a middle-grade golden body?"

The ancestors were all shocked. Usually, there are only nine thunders when a martial king breaks through the realm. The tenth thunder will come only when he condenses the middle-grade golden body. As for the strength of the golden body, it depends on the number of thunders.

But the sky thunder in the distance is far more than just ten bolts, but fifteen thunderbolts fell one after another, and No. 16 is also in the pipeline.

Seeing this scene, Patriarch Shura also showed a look of shock on his face.

Sixteen thunderbolts means that the golden body has broken through the middle grade and entered the top grade. Could it be that the man who broke the mirror wants to lead eighteen thunderstorms?
As Shura expected, no more, no less, exactly eighteen thunderstorms landed in front of his eyes.

"What a lucky guy, he actually condensed a high-grade golden body!" An ancestor said enviously.

"Did you find out that these eighteen thunders are not powerful, and the last one just touched the threshold of the Martial Emperor. It seems that it is impossible for that person to condense and fail."

All ancestors have also noticed this point. There are differences in the number of thunder calamities, and there are also differences in power. However, throughout history, only the number of thunder calamities is related to the strength of a practitioner in the future, and has nothing to do with the power.

(End of this chapter)