Wang Ping'an's cry for help made Wang Mingyang completely surrender.
"An'er, don't be afraid, dad will come to save you right now."
He first comforted Wang Ping'an, then looked at the old man in yellow robe and said, "Let my son go. The grudge between us has nothing to do with him."
"How could it be unrelated? As the saying goes: The father's debt is repaid by the son. This is a mistake you made, and it is only natural that your son should bear the responsibility."
The old man in yellow robe pointed to the sky, meaning that Wang Mingyang had attracted the Eye of Heaven to kill him, so he would use Wang Ping'an to block the thunder, which he deserved.
Click, click, click!
Several more thunderbolts fell.
Without the yellow-robed old man's voice, Wang Mingyang took the initiative to block the thunder with his sword again.
"Haha, children can be taught."
The old man in yellow robe laughed proudly.
"Dad, you...what's wrong with you?"
"Woooo..."
"Let me go, you old scoundrel!"
Wang Ping'an was frightened and cried because Wang Mingyang was struck by several thunderbolts and was covered in blood.
"My dear disciple, if you help me block a hundred more thunderbolts, I will let your son go."
The old man in yellow robe held up Wang Ping'an in his right hand, and kept making secrets with his left hand to draw the blood and energy flowing continuously into his body. He practiced without interruption from the beginning to the end.
Wang Mingyang fell into silence, with a look of pain and struggle on his face. On one side was the blood revenge that must be avenged, and on the other was his son's life. He could only choose one of the two. Listening to Wang Pingan's cry that made his throat hoarse, he finally
Chosen the latter.
"good!"
"I believe in you again. I hope you can remember the relationship between master and disciple and not be so heartless. No matter what, he still has to call you master..."
"Ahem..."
Wang Mingyang was almost furious, but he had to beg the old man in yellow robe in an almost pleading tone.
"OK."
"Good disciples, good disciples and grandsons, when I cultivate to become the Immortal True God, you will be the disciples and grandsons of the only true god in the world, and you can walk around the Jiuzhou Continent."
The old man in yellow robe laughed and said.
"That person, you must not believe him. He is a villain, and you cannot believe what a villain says!"
"Kill him quickly and get us out."
"He is a murderous demon who never blinks an eye. When you lose your usefulness, he will kill you, father and son. You must not compromise with him or be at his mercy!"
The cultivators trapped in the formation screamed anxiously at Wang Mingyang.
They originally thought that Wang Mingyang was their savior, but they didn't even think about it before they were caught by the old man in yellow robe. Instead, they became his helper.
Click, click, click!
Thunderclouds rolled violently across the sky, and the intervals between black thunder strikes became shorter and shorter.
The enemy in the sea of blood is right in front of him. Wang Mingyang has no ability and cannot take revenge. Instead, he has to block the enemy's thunder and let the enemy practice in peace. You can imagine the anger and humiliation in his heart.
"ah--"
While resisting the black thunder, he roared to the sky to vent his inner manic emotions.
As the power of the black thunder continued to increase, more and more wounds were left on his body, becoming more and more ferocious, and he soon turned into a bloody man.
Wang Pingan was so frightened that he fainted from crying.
The old man in yellow robe put him down from his head and placed him in front of his knees, watching under his eyes, not giving Wang Mingyang any opportunity to take advantage of him.
"My good disciple, if you block another seventy thunderbolts, you and your son can leave safely. Work harder, you can do it."
While he was practicing, he did not forget to encourage Wang Mingyang.
In fact, it was a warning to Wang Mingyang that he was always alert and would not even think of a sneak attack.
"Black...Black Zhe Lei!"
"Ah, what should I do? I haven't unlocked the power seal yet, how come black stinging thunder is born in my body?"
In the formation, all the ancestors suddenly fell into a panic of death, because a black sky thunder was forming in each of their bodies.
The black thunder that Wang Mingyang resisted was just a prelude to the ultimate divine punishment of the Black Sky Eye. The real ultimate divine punishment was the black stinging thunder that was directly born in their bodies.
That day, the ancestor of the Shen family chased Zhang Xiaozu and Niu Dawa, but was turned into charcoal by the black sting lightning born in his body.
"Damn it!"
Ni Qiufeng cursed anxiously, and the black thunder was also forming in her body.
Lei Zhige, Xiang Qingtian and others are also like this.
"Haha..." Bi Zhongjing suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, looked around, and shouted loudly: "Fellow Taoists, there is nothing to hide from under the eyes of the sky. I am afraid that we will not be able to survive this disaster today. We have been hiding for thousands of years.
, do you still want to be a coward when you are about to die?"
As he spoke, his momentum suddenly surged, he unlocked the cultivation seal, and roared: "I'm going to die soon. If I don't show my hands to the juniors, I won't have a chance to show off."
"well said!"
"The black stinging thunder has already appeared in the body, why are you hiding it? Damn it!"
All the ancestors echoed loudly, and at the same time they also unlocked their own cultivation seals.
"Let's all work together to cut through this bird formation and give the juniors a way out!"
"good!"
Bi Zhongjing waved his sword and shouted, receiving responses from all the ancestors.
Boom boom boom!
Under the leadership of Bi Zhongjing, all the ancestors used their full combat power and each used their strongest killing moves to attack the same position on the formation.
Buzz!
Amidst the deafening roar, the formation shook violently and twisted, but it was still far from being shattered.
Boom!
Ni Qiufeng burned the fifth chain binding Lei Zhige and Xiang Qingtian, leaving six chains.
Lei Zhige and Xiang Qingtian desperately surged their strength and broke the remaining six chains, making a squeaking sound, as if they were about to break in the next moment.
"Soon, soon!"
The law of power in the yellow-robed old man's body surged crazily, absorbing endless pure blood and tempering his immortal body.
There is also a black stinging thunder in his body, but there is no trace of fear on his face. Instead, he is full of excitement, because his physical body training has reached the final stage and is about to succeed.
The Black Hidden Thunder is the last and most critical step in his journey to become an immortal body.
When Lei Zhige unlocked the seal of combat power previously, he told Lei Zhige not to be anxious and that he would have full combat power later. This was not a joke, because it was he who summoned the Eye of Heaven and attracted the Black Stinging Thunder to temper his body.
part of the plan.
Therefore, even if Lei Zhige and others do not break the seal of combat power, he will use some means to force them to submit.
Everything is going according to his plan.
"Zhang Xiaopeng, if people from our two sects transfer all their power to you, how wide a coverage area can your runes spread?"
The ancestor of the Lifa Sect asked Zhang Xiaozu.
The black stinging thunder was forming in his body. He knew that he was about to die and wanted to contribute one last effort before he died.
"It's big."
Zhang Xiaozu replied.
"Boy, I'm going to die and I don't have time to joke with you."
"I'm not kidding. I have never experienced such a situation. How do I know how much range it can cover?"
"Okay." The ancestor of Lifa Sect laughed dumbly, then looked at the ancestors of Daofa Sect and the ancestors of the two sects, and said: "Although this kid is not from our two sects, he studied Daofa Tao.
Shu is a member of our Taoist sect. If we can make some big noise, the faces of our two sect disciples will also be bright. We can't break through this bird sealing demon formation, and we have already lost the Taoist sect's face in front of the Jiuzhou cultivators. If
If you can't even deal with this black ghost incantation, it would be such a disgrace to our ancestors. Everyone, when you are about to die, why don't you give the Taoist sect a voice?"
"good!"
"You have to speak up, otherwise you will be sorry for Daozu."
"Fuck him!"
The ancestors of Daofa Sect and other ancestors all nodded in agreement.
The ancestor of the Lifa Sect looked at Zhang Xiaopeng and said: "Boy, we old guys will transfer all our Taoist power to you, and you will do your best to show the power of our Taoist sect to the Jiuzhou cultivators. How about it?"