I became a fox girl and was captured by the True Dragon Saint

Their explosions were not as magnificent and grand as those of the seventh and eighth level monks, nor did they have such a strong deterrent effect, but they won in terms of numbers.

The fifth and sixth level monks are the main force of Shenzhou. More than 30 percent of the monks remain at this level for their entire lives, and they self-destruct continuously.

A Liuhe Realm cultivator with a dark face and a somewhat weathered look smiled, then lowered his head and kissed the family portrait hanging on his chest.

"My dear, your father has finally become a real hero! But... I can't tell you stories anymore..."

"boom--"

Those were his last words left in China. Unfortunately, his daughter was thousands of miles away and couldn't hear them.

"The cover is broken! Go!"

In the blink of an eye, the shield was broken for the second time, and countless cultivators in the Seven Lights Realm self-destructed at the same point. Even the immortal-level defensive spells could not withstand it.

The old immortal with white beard was in a bit of a mess after being blown away, and his robes were covered with dust and blood, which made him angry and humiliated.

"roll!!!"

He roared, but all he got was an explosion in his face.

Endless explosions, the sounds connected together and seemed to turn into a buzzing sound.

After experiencing two explosions, his Hunyuan protective shield was no longer so easy to recharge, and what was even more deadly was... the blast wave knocked Jiang Ke'er off the ground and blew her away!

If the distance is widened, it will be a bit troublesome.

Fortunately, other fellow immortals soon took over his task, and those from the Taixu clan also tried their best to help, wanting to take Jiang Ke'er to the void.

More shields opened from all directions, surrounding Jiang Ke'er.

When the immortals started to take real action, it became even more difficult for the monks in Shenzhou to move forward.

However, there was an endless stream of cultivators coming from all over Shenzhou. Perhaps they had received orders from their family or sect elders, or perhaps they had witnessed the broadcast of the palace examination...

They were not prepared to all go back.

The old white-bearded immortal felt a little regretful at this time - he underestimated how difficult these mortals were, and was even more wrong because he was careless after dealing with Jiang Ke'er, and forced them into a desperate situation.

Today's Shenzhou cultivators cannot rely on heaven or earth, so they can only rely on themselves.

This made them burst out with astonishing determination... The old immortal with white beard could not imagine that this group of ignorant guys could actually go to such an extent.

The last thing I should do is to make them realize how insignificant they are.

Fortunately, they are insignificant after all.

No matter how many monks there are, they will all die eventually because their attack efficiency is too low.

If this goes on, most of the monks in Shenzhou will die without even having to take any action... It's really pitiful.

"Boom boom boom boom——"

Dense explosions concentrated near Jiang Keer, blowing the cover open again.

Most of the immortals were blocked at the gate of the immortal world by the self-explosion, making it inconvenient for them to provide assistance to the ground. This gave the cultivators of Shenzhou a glimmer of opportunity.

The cultivator, who was known for his speed, immediately rushed to Jiang Ke'er's side. Regardless of the fact that his palms were burned through the bones by the immortal power, he helped Jiang Ke'er pull out several golden needles while she screamed in pain.

Then he was beheaded.

More cultivators took the opportunity to rush over. Pei Min and Xiao Tao, one on the left and one on the right, grabbed a handful of long needles on Jiang Ke'er's arm and pulled them out with force, grimacing.

As soon as it was pulled out, it was shaken away by the protective shield that bloomed again.

"Come again!"

The monks in Shenzhou are really going to die out.

Moreover, the efficiency of removing the golden needle seal is very low, and most cultivators are simply unable to seize the fleeting opportunity.

If it weren't for Pei Min, Xiao Tao, Lin Gangjie and Shui Ruanruan, who were extremely fast and agile, I'm afraid they would have been able to pull out less than ten needles until now.

The blood mist formed scarlet clouds, which unknowingly filled the sky of Shenzhou and flew away into the distance with the wind.

Residents everywhere didn’t know what was happening. They just looked at the shocking blood cloud and thought that the devil was attacking, and they were suddenly filled with fear.

They knelt down and chanted, "May the gods bless you."

Little did they know that this terrifying blood mist was the price to pay for protecting them.

"This is the last chance."

At this time, the number of Shenzhou monks has become visibly sparse.

Countless ancient mountains and peaks have been deserted without anyone noticing.

Even cultivators at the Three Talents and Four Symbols realm began to rush up to fill the vacancies, and most of them were young men with immature faces.

The earth had long been painted red, and the blood of the monks gathered into countless vein-like streams. The streams turned into rivers in the low-lying areas and flowed towards the eastern coastline.

No one thought it through, and the situation didn't even give them time to think and regret.

There was no time to shout out any slogans.

They are just one after another, like goods on an assembly line, numbly rushing towards an uncertain possibility.

Jiang Keer...

Maybe it's to atone for sins, or maybe it's out of necessity.

In short, they exploded with regret and resentment that their lives ended halfway.

"boom--"

"opened!"

Lin Gang, who was the fastest, exerted force with his legs and grabbed a handful of needles from Jiang Ke'er's back like lightning, ignoring the bloody holes all over his body.

Pei Min and Xiao Tao once again took advantage of the situation and rushed in, grabbing a handful with each hand.

Jie Shui and Gan Ruan Ruan were ghost cultivators, so the golden needles started to smoke and melt when their souls touched them, but they still gritted their teeth and each grabbed two handfuls.

“Get up aaaaaaa——”

With a sudden force, the despairing protective shield opened again.

They were flung away holding the golden needles.

The golden needle left the body, and a handful of blood mist bloomed from behind Jiang Ke'er.

However, there were still countless golden needles piercing his body.

Facing this final attack with all the strength of the entire Shenzhou, the old immortal with white beard just sneered and raised his fingers to make the Orchid Seal.

"Little tricks."

The golden needles in the sky suddenly responded to the call and returned.

Finally, in the desperate eyes of the Shenzhou monks.

He stabbed Jiang Ke'er again.

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168. Ancient God-Descends

Countless golden needles rushed towards Jiang Ke'er.

When the old white-bearded immortal used all his strength, the place where the arrow landed was even shattered by his immortal power, and smoke, dust and rubble spread in all directions.

The monks were speechless.

Even if all the cultivators in Shenzhou put their efforts together, they would still be no match for a spell that the other party casually conjured up.

Everything simply returned to the starting point.

All the sacrifices made by previous generations seem like a joke.

They looked around at their fellow Taoists - the battlefield was sparsely populated at this moment, and the number of people was clearly insufficient to support a new round of attack.

What's more, everything has to start from scratch, and one round of attack is far from enough.

Dead in vain.

The sacrifices of the entire Shenzhou...were all in vain!

"Why bother?" The old white-bearded immortal sighed, "After struggling for so long, it's just a waste of time."

The monks knelt on the ground uncontrollably. Even the terror of impending death was nothing compared to the sadness of feeling powerless.

Their nails pierced the flesh of their palms, and their fists were pressed firmly on the ground, with a mixture of blood and tears falling down.

I actually wanted to rebel against the immortal.

Ah……

They are not afraid of death, but they cannot accept the outcome of a meaningless death.

They longed to atone their sins with death, but... reality didn't even give them the slightest chance.

One wrong step and the whole game is lost.

I'm sorry, Jiang Keer.

sorry……

"Okay, die."

The immortals in the sky all started to make spells.

The bright magic weapon locked onto the monks on the ground.

Then they smiled teasingly and mockingly, and pressed down lightly with their fingers,

Fairy light fell like raindrops.

The monks slumped and closed their eyes.

After all, it was powerless to save the situation.

That's it.

"Ping—"

"咚咚-"

"咚咚-"

However, those fatal attacks did not fall.

A dull beating sound came from somewhere, as if a huge heart that had been frozen for billions of years had just melted.

All the grass, trees and land in China moved with the rhythm.

"Dong dong - dong dong -"

The frequency of the sound became higher and higher, and it was followed by an extremely depressing chanting sound.

The blood on the ground suddenly began to flicker and flow like meridians, echoing the frequency of the heartbeat!

The monks even felt that the blood in their bodies was being called upon, and their hearts were beating faster and faster along with that frequency... beating faster and faster...

Even immortals are like this!

They found that they could not control their heartbeats!

The attack just now seemed to have stopped in time. It was blocked by an invisible wall of air and froze in the air.

The fairies looked around anxiously, trying to find the source of the sound.

But at some point, thick white fog filled the battlefield. The white fog was overflowing with spiritual energy. Even the immortal consciousness rushed in and felt helpless like a headless fly!

The old white-bearded immortal sniffed the mist suspiciously: "...Transformation mist?"

"call out--"

"boom!!!"

Before he could come to his senses, a giant claw as big as an island suddenly fell from the sky!

The giant claw swept horizontally, and dozens of Tribulation Immortals were smashed together on the spot with their bones and muscles broken, and then they were buried into the ground with a bang!

The old white-bearded immortal's eyes suddenly widened in fear: "The immortal army is ready to fight!"

The white mist was dispersed by the huge force, and a moon-white light shone on the faces of the monks.