I, a minor character, fell into the Shura field of the heroine and the villain

They all felt the breath of heavenly tribulation from these thunders.

Could it be that the cultivator took the initiative to trigger the heavenly tribulation? But it doesn't seem like it.

Not a single bolt of lightning fell on the male cultivator.

The ones who suffered were all these Blood Roman monks.

Because they had been beaten by more than ten monks with magic before, none of them was unscathed, which greatly weakened their resistance.

Thunderbolts fell one after another, and almost all the demon cultivators present were struck by lightning.

Boom! ~

The lightning was so fierce that deep pits were blasted out on the ground.

The demon cultivators fell down in large numbers.

Except for a few that burrowed back underground and escaped the disaster, almost all the others were chopped to pieces, leaving them burnt on the outside and tender on the inside.

When the thunder stopped, there were many charred corpses on the ground.

However, there were a few stronger ones who were not killed on the spot and still had the strength to struggle. However, they were left with only a little health, and soon other monks from the Purple Sun Holy Land came to collect their heads.

At the same time, some more vigilant demon cultivators did not come out of the ground at the beginning. When they found that someone was waiting outside, they quickly retreated.

This action also temporarily saved their lives.

"Oh no, oh no! Guardian Wu, there are many righteous monks outside."

A common-looking extra demon cultivator rushed back from outside and knelt on the ground. His loud shouting also attracted the attention of the skinny old man in the hall.

"How many of them are there?" said the guardian Wu slowly.

However, the Dragon Demon Cultivator was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said, "I don't know, but it's just a lot of people."

"You useless idiots! You have more than 200 people and you're afraid of the crowd outside? Are there thousands of people outside?"

"Not that many, probably only a few dozen people and an armed flying boat."

"How many spiritual cannons are there on that armed flying boat?"

"I didn't see this clearly..."

The answer of the extra demon cultivator made the guardian ghost very dissatisfied.

He was puzzled as to how this place had been discovered.

Could it be that bastard Feng Buxuan?

That's not right. He can monitor Feng Buxuan at any time. There's no way this guy would pass on information under his nose.

"Protector Wu, countless brothers outside have been killed or injured. Why don't you go over and hold the fort?" This demon cultivator had just escaped death and was still a little trembling with fear.

But the guardian ghost was upset by him.

"You are such a waste, what use are you to me?" The guardian Wu raised his skinny hand and waved it.

Something soft squirmed on a bony pillar.

Suddenly, a bloody mouth with four cracks appeared from the shadows.

"Ah!~"

The demon cultivator screamed and was dragged into the darkness.

For a moment, the sounds of screaming and chewing mixed together.

……

Feng Buxuan took advantage of the chaos to escape. In fact, they did not follow the large group of demon cultivators to the surface. Instead, they separated from the large group when everyone was rushing upwards. After moving forward for a distance, he came out of the ground.

He looked into the distance and found that there were violent fluctuations of spiritual power over there, which must be a fierce battle.

Just as he relaxed, he suddenly felt a chill on his neck.

Only then did he notice a cold blade pressed against his neck.

"Don't move." A somewhat cold female voice hit his eardrum.

Feng Buxuan was suddenly shocked.

The person who came was Dongfang Jingrou. Before she separated from Zhao Kangping, Zhao Kangping had told her that Feng Buxuan might take advantage of the chaos to escape.

Sure enough, she caught him.

Feng Buxuan slowly raised his hands, as if to surrender.

However, his hand suddenly changed direction and his right palm pushed to the side.

His palm struck the knife.

When the palm and the blade collided, there was a sound like metal colliding.

Dongfang Jingrou felt a huge shock in her hand, and her knife almost slipped out of her hand.

However, she quickly stabilized her body, held Mo Jin tightly, and took several steps back.

In just a moment, a long sword appeared in Feng Buxuan's hand.

"It's you." Feng Buxuan was slightly surprised when he saw Dongfang Jingrou, but not that surprised.

He actually had many opportunities to kill this girl.

When the other party was still a menial disciple, he thought that the other party would probably live a mediocre life of hard work and would not pose a threat.

Because I underestimated this girl, I never paid much attention to her.

So much so that he was not aware of it when she was later admitted as an outer sect.

It was not until she became Liu Sulan's direct disciple that he began to pay attention to her.

But with Liu Sulan's protection, it was too late for him to take action.

She later went to the Ziyang Holy Land and would probably never come back. This made Feng Buxuan feel at ease for a while.

Many disciples who entered the holy land from the lower sect will never go back to the past.

Because most people have seen the wonders of the outside world, I'm afraid few people can look down on the somewhat ordinary Xia Zong.

But the woman appeared before him again, swinging her blade at him. He was indeed not ruthless enough.

He suddenly figured something out and said, "The people from Ziyang Holy Land who came here recently were the ones you called over, right?"

The Holy Son of Yuhua, Su Yuelin, did approach him to discuss cooperation, but he refused.

As a result, this still brought him trouble.

Dongfang Jingrou didn't answer him. She raised her knife and took a few big leaps before rushing towards him.

The flash of swords and the shadow of sabers collided with each other, this was a belated battle of revenge.

Dongfang Jingrou guessed that Feng Buxuan was related to the tragedy of the Dongfang family.

This man not only caused the Dongfang family to be broken up, but also PUA her mother and tricked her stupid mother into falling in love with him.

Dongfang Jingrou swung at Mo Jin continuously, sending out sharp blade auras. She was like a madman, and every blade was aimed at his vital points.

However, her attack was easily resolved by Feng Buxuan.

He either smashed it, dodged it, or used the tip of his sword to deflect the knife's energy.

The deflected sword energy fell to the ground and easily drew a gully more than ten feet long.

Dongfang Jingrou is in the late Nascent Soul stage, while Feng Buxuan has been at the peak of the Nascent Soul for many years. His strength is much greater than the former.

Although it has not reached the level of crushing, it is not a big deal to win.

Feng Buxuan slashed the sword in the air, and a powerful sword energy with a murderous intent that seemed to be real attacked the woman.

At that moment, Dongfang Jingrou felt the wind stop its roar, and a biting chill chilled her whole body. Her breathing also stagnated for a moment, and her heart almost stopped.

If she was hit by this sword, she would most likely die. A strong sense of crisis told her that she had to dodge this sword.

However, all her movements seemed to be locked, and she couldn't even move her hands or feet.

The pressure from the peak Nascent Soul stage put her in a desperate situation, and she found it difficult to respond effectively.

But at this moment, she heard thunder and a familiar figure flew towards her quickly from the side.

The familiar scene happened again, and the man pulled her out of danger again.

Zhao Kangping arrived in time and rescued Dongfang Jingrou.

Feng Buxuan's sword missed.

But the sword's momentum did not decrease as it fell into the distance. In the blink of an eye, rows of towering ancient trees that were dozens of feet tall were cut in half.

Feng Buxuan knew that this was not the time to fight, so he wanted to escape quickly.

But it was too late. More than ten monks from the Zi Yang Holy Land arrived one after another and quickly surrounded him.

Someone was using a rope to tie up the panicked Feng Buxuan tightly with lightning speed.

"You guys..." Feng Buxuan was a little shocked. The envoys from Ziyang Holy Land didn't leave. Only then did he realize that he had been tricked.

Just as he was sinking into regret, something even more unexpected happened.

The muzzles of many cannons on the flying boat in the sky lit up with spiritual light, and the direction those spiritual cannons were aimed at was Qiaomen Mountain.

The power of this round of artillery fire is no less than the full-strength attack of a cultivator who is half a step away from becoming a god. No matter how big Qiaomen Mountain is, it will be turned upside down.

Boom! ! ~~~

A sound louder than the previous thunder shook the earth.

There was a violent tremor on the ground.

As they watched, Qiaomen Mountain really seemed to be turned over.

The entire mountainous area was blown up like fried rice in a pot. The huge mountain fragments turned in the air and were blasted into pieces by subsequent artillery fire.

The cannons on the flying boat fired continuously at the secret base of the Blood Luomen underground.

There were layers of formations protecting the stronghold, but it couldn't hold out for long under such a saturation attack.

In just twenty breaths, under the continuous bombardment of the flying boat's cannons, the stronghold's protective formation was finally penetrated.

"You bastards, you deserve to die!"

A sharp, ghostly cry resounded through heaven and earth.

Qiaomen Mountain was turned into a red-hot lava lake by artillery fire, and was constantly emitting thick smoke and billowing white steam.

This place was once a haven for low-level monsters, but now it had become a scene resembling hell. Bubbles constantly burst from the roiling lava.

In the dark red lava, a huge alien skull slowly rose into the air.

Sitting on the skull was a skinny old man.

"You will all pay the price today." The old man with a terrifying face shouted.

Chapter 256: Strange Skull

The guardian Wu's cultivation level is in the late stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm. He appeared alone in front of everyone in the Zi Yang Holy Land, seeming a little weak.

Under the saturation attack of the flying boat, Qiaomen Mountain and the area deep below it turned into a lava hell.

Most of the other demon cultivators of the Blood Luo Sect were probably dead, and even those who survived were probably scared away.

So now only the protector Wu is facing the siege of the Zi Yang Holy Land.

Speaking of the Spirit Transformation Stage, there are also two in the team from Zi Yang Holy Land.

The pair of sisters Qinghong cooperated well with each other. They were good at joint attacks, and the combat power they could unleash was much stronger than that of two ordinary people in the God Transformation Stage combined.

Just picking these two beautiful women out alone is enough to suppress the guardian monster.

But this is all normal.

Now it’s an abnormal situation.

At this time, the guardian ghost was sitting on the huge skull that was emitting a strange red light.

He seemed to have some kind of connection with the skull, and his aura was forcibly raised several levels.

Although he has not yet broken into the level of the Void Refinement Stage, he has reached the level of Half-Step Void Refinement.