This is the sword that belongs to Nangong Jianmeng. After looking at it, the weak spiritual master felt his consciousness shaking, and he had an unconscious urge to sleep on the spot. Even the slightly stronger spiritual master became unconscious.
clear.
"If you don't wake up from a big dream, a sword will last you a thousand years!"
It’s Nangong Jianmeng!
When many spiritual masters here recognized who it was, they all couldn't help but gasp. You must know that the power of the Dragon Order is very powerful, and Nangong Jianmeng, one of the nine vice-presidents, is even more powerful.
He is classified as a genius in the eyes of many major sects.
But now that Nangong Jianmeng takes action in such a situation, can Bai Mo resist?
Swish!
The eyes of all the spiritual masters swept over, staring at the sword and Bai Mo who was about to be hit.
boom!
The defense formed by the four white bones failed to block this sword. Nangong Jianmeng's "Dream Sword Technique" was not something anyone could block if they wanted to. Not even Di Jiang's corpse could block it.
Therefore, this sword hit Bai Mo accurately and penetrated deeply into Bai Mo's chest, piercing it on the spot!
And after the sword pierced Bai Mo's chest, there was no sign of stopping, and it penetrated hard into the valley bottom. In the most delicate arc, it hit the center of the deep ravine.
This time, the originally fragmented valley floor was completely destroyed. With the roar of the deep trench, the space was directly exploded. The black hole in the space suddenly appeared, violently swallowing the white ink.
"White Mo!"
Zihuang didn't have any idea. After seeing Bai Mo being swallowed up, he jumped in decisively. Wusuo didn't want to follow. But the devouring power was very powerful and it swept her in.
"Sooner or later I will be dragged to death by you!"
"You want me to die, and I won't let you go even if I die! Nangong Jianmeng. I will remember this sword strike, and I will never let you go in the future!"
When Bai Mo's figure was about to disappear, a bright light suddenly burst out from his eyes, and a low cry roared from his throat. Then ten suns emerged from Bai Mo's body and rushed out of the black hole like a giant.
Buzz!
When the ten-round sun shot over, the most terrifying scene happened. The period of active spiritual power in the turbulent corridor ended. The spiritual power of all the spiritual masters was forcibly suppressed, and no one could mobilize it anymore.
Every cent.
One after another, the spirit pattern armors were put on, and without much physical training as protection, they could only rely on the spirit pattern armors for defense.
And this happens to be the time when the ten-round sun descends on the earth!
Rumble!
Rounds of suns exploded arrogantly, the camp of Buddhist cultivators, the camp of the messengers of Thunder God, the camp of the Ice Emperor Sect in the sky. The camp of spectators in the surrounding abyss. The camp of Nangong Jianmeng of the Dragon Religion Society...
As long as the spirit master was near this abyss, no matter who he was, he would be enveloped by such ten-round suns, and figures would scream and fall to all sides, being swept away spectacularly.
Such a big explosion ended in a short period of time, but the damage caused was very astonishing. Except for Weijue, no one on the Buddhist cultivator side was able to stop it. Their bodies exploded without exception, and flesh and blood flew everywhere.
On the side of the Thunder God Messenger, Chen Jinlie had a chance to escape by relying on the Thunder God's battle flag to defend himself. But even so, he was covered in bruises. Except for him, all the monks who followed him were killed.
The most tragic thing was the Ice Emperor Sect. The monks in the Seven Halls had no spiritual power to defend themselves, so even the spiritual armor was of no avail. Without any physical training, scores of spiritual masters were bombarded.
kill.
In the end, only a few ninth-level Spirit Masters were left standing. Apart from them, nearly a thousand walkers of the Ice Emperor Sect were killed!
puff!
Nangong Jianmeng was no exception. He forcibly suppressed the roiling energy and blood, and a trace of scarlet blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. Wanyan Xiongba was not bad at all. He had a body training background and blocked the explosion even though his spiritual power was suppressed.
on the 10th.
Rumble!
Everything happened in a flash of lightning. After Bai Mo and the three people completely disappeared from here, the black hole in the space also mysteriously disappeared.
There is deathly silence in the abyss.
No one thought that things would end with such an ending. Bai Mo's cultivation was not bad, but one had to know who he was facing.
The roaring golden lion of the Buddhist cultivator!
The Thunder God's War Flag of the Thunder God Messenger!
Many spiritual masters from the seven halls of the Ice Emperor Sect!
The sword of the strongest vice-leader of the Dragon Order for a thousand years!
It's just that Bai Mo, an eighth-level spiritual master, would be damned if he could survive such an attack. Besides, even if he survived, didn't he see that he was pierced by a sword in the end? Nangong Jianmeng's sword was absolutely
No one will be left alive.
Bai Mo is dead!
Bai Mo died like this!
What nonsense is it to follow Bai Mo and become an immortal or a Buddha? Now it can only be regarded as a joke!
"Deputy Master Sangyu!"
Sang Yu, who had already fallen into a coma, was now confused and his vitality was constantly passing away.
Horrible!
Hell on earth!
I’m talking about this abyss in the Turbulent Corridor!
Bai Mo was killed, but before he was killed, he actually caused such great damage to all the spiritual masters. If they didn't experience it personally, few would believe that this was true.
But you can’t believe it!
There were mutilated corpses, patches of rich blood, and deep ditches everywhere. In addition to the strong smoke, the air was filled with the pungent smell of blood that made people vomit.
Isn’t all this proof enough?
"Vice President, how are you?" Wanyan Xiongba asked anxiously.
"I'm fine!" Nangong Jianmeng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and a kind of anger burst out on his face. "I didn't expect that Bai Mo's body training technique would be so powerful, and it could bring such great destruction even when he was about to die.
Even if he dies now, it will be enough to become the legend of the Pilgrim Journey."
"So what? In the end, he was killed by the deputy guild leader!" Wanyan Xiongba said disdainfully.
"This place has become a purgatory on earth. It must have been affected by the big explosion just now. Many abyss will be affected. Take advantage of this moment to go find the treasure. Bai Mo is already dead, so there is no need to stay here." Nangong Jianmeng said.
"yes!"
As the Dragon Religion Society left quickly, under the cover of a group of dead bodies, two people emerged from the corner next to them. They were Jiao Zheng and Jiao Ao. The body-training techniques of the Hong Jiao family are absolutely powerful.
That's why the two of them were able to survive the attack just now.
"Finally dead!" Jiao Ao sighed.
"It's too easy for him to die like this." Jiao Zheng was angry, "He should have died in my hands, how could he die like this!"
"What should we do now?" Jiao Ao no longer wants to focus on Bai Mo. Is it necessary to pay attention to a dead person?
"Hurry up and find the treasure and hurry up!" Jiao Zheng said.
The entire turbulent corridor was trapped in an environment where only physical power could be mobilized. The more this happened, the more the killings continued.
And the big explosion caused here made everyone pay attention.
There are legends about Bai Mo's deeds everywhere, and stories about Bai Mo's miracles everywhere, but such legends have no value anymore. Death is death!
"Lord, I don't believe you will die. I will send you something now!"
"Lord, you must live!"
"Beimang, Yintong, Dique, meet up as soon as possible after the matter is done!"
"yes!"
Even if Bai Mo is now swallowed by the black hole in space, no one in the Yuchi bloodline believes that Bai Mo will die. The reason is simple, because they are still alive. That means Bai Mo will not die.
So what they have to do is to quickly complete Bai Mo's previous arrangements and race against time to ensure that Bai Mo can survive.
Ice Emperor's Headquarters.
When the news about the journey to heaven came out, the Ice Emperor was already looking like he was about to go crazy. If he had the choice, he would not want to kill Bai Mo with such a victory.
This is simply a miserable victory!
To be precise, it is not considered a victory at all, it should be a disastrous defeat!
At this time, not only the Ice King, but also the rest of the people had received the message from the Heavenly Road, and no one was in a happy mood.
The seventh palace was completely obliterated!
Nearly a thousand monks were completely slaughtered!
There are only a few seriously injured ninth-level spirit masters left!
The most depressing thing is that Bai Mo was not killed by them, but by Nangong Jianmeng, and everything about Bai Mo disappeared into the cracks in space.
You want to find it? Where do you go to find it? You can’t find it!
Even if Bai Mo died, the Ice Emperor Sect would not be able to take revenge and vent their anger. This kind of frustration made everyone almost explode with anger.
The Ice King did not speak for a long time. After turning around and walking back to the palace, an angry roar came from inside.
Haotian Holy Land, All Saints Square.
The thirteen priests looked at Zhou Tiandu Mirror in disbelief. When the black hole in space swallowed Bai Mo into the crack, there was no trace of Bai Mo anymore.
"Is Bai Mo really dead?"
"It's impossible to survive. In such a situation, no one can survive."
"Under the Great Dream Sword Art, no one will be left alive."
"The Jiang family's identity badges are no longer displayed, and there is no news of Bai Mo in Zhou Tiandu's mirror. He is dead, really dead!"
…
There is no priest who does not feel pity!
As for the scene in the turbulent corridor, which was even more tragic than the one at Zidang Mountain, it was ignored by everyone. Since they were attacking Bai Mo, they had to be prepared to be killed.
If Bai Mo survived such a siege, as long as he was promoted to a priest, then no matter how many spiritual masters died, it would not be a big deal to Haotian Holy Land.
Because all the gods are just ants!
However, it is useless to say this now. Bai Mo is dead and has no burial place.
"It's just a pity that Bai Mo still has so many treasures of heaven and earth, and it's a pity that the two little beauties around him are. But do any of you know who the little beauties are besides Zi Huang?"
No one answered!
No one knows!
No one was in the mood to say anything at this time. Their hopes were all placed on Bai Mo, but they were suddenly besieged and ruined in this turbulent corridor.
So sad and angry!
It’s frustrating!
A person like this who fought for the glory of Haotian Holy Land died tragically like this. What a great loss!
In the turbulent corridor, no one wants to get close to this abyss, and the surrounding abyss has become a purgatory on earth.
What can you do here? The abyss has been blown up, the mountain walls have disappeared without a trace, and deep trenches have opened in the ground. There is no use staying here!
The abyss does not know how deep it is.
When Bai Mo opened his eyes, he found himself in a dark cave, surrounded by nothing but darkness. Apart from the coldness and coldness, there was no other breath.
pain!
This is a feeling that Bai Mo has not had for a long time. He didn't feel much when he was swallowed by the black hole just now. Now that he is quiet, the pain is really heartbreaking, and big beads of sweat appear on Bai Mo's forehead.
There is a slender sword wound on the chest, which was caused by the Dameng Sword Technique piercing Bai Mo.
"Nangong Jianmeng, I will repay the revenge of this sword ten times in the future!"
A flash of murderous intention flashed in Bai Mo's eyes, and then a look of surprise appeared on his face, because just now he felt that his battle in the turbulent corridor was not in vain. With the help of the pressure of the fierce spiritual power, the seventy-second
The spiritual orifice was finally opened.
Today, Bai Mo has successfully cultivated the "One Hundred and Eight Spiritual Aperture Technique" to the second level, opening all seventy-two spiritual apertures.
It’s really not easy!
There is not much spiritual power in the seventy-two spiritual apertures at this time, and there is no spiritual sword being warmed in each aperture bead. Even the thunder pool looks decadent. The one who endured Nangong Jianmeng's
The sword really hurt Bai Mo badly.
Fortunately, he didn't die after all!
"You are really lucky. If the last sword hadn't happened to hit your spiritual orifice that was infused with spiritual power, you would have been seriously injured even if you didn't die. It's good now, that sword did help you.
I'm busy, just in time to completely open up your spiritual power, so that your seventy-second spiritual orifice can be activated smoothly!" Ta Ling said.
"Ta Ling, where is this place?" Bai Mo stood up and disappeared from the place. When he reappeared, he was already in the Blood Pond Palace.
"How do I know!" Taling frowned.
"I know!"
At this moment, the voice of the ancestor of the Cave Pattern Tree King sounded excitedly, "Bai Mo, I know where this place is!"
"Say it quickly!" Bai Mo grabbed a handful of blood beads and swallowed them, watching the wounds being repaired, and asked.