Zhang Qing of Wu Huashan persisted for eight breaths, and finally turned into a rain of blood!
Perhaps at the moment before he died, the only thing that came to his mind was regret!
A good genius from the Emperor's Sect came to the Holy Mountain to seek death!
Of course, even though he knew that he would become a benevolent person without success in entering the Holy Mountain, he still came!
After all, for countless people in the secular world, the Holy Land is too mysterious and too desirable!
Zhang Qing's death was a huge loss to Wu Huashan, but to the Holy Land it didn't even blink an eye.
Insignificant, like an ant.
Just like a person walking on the road, he doesn't care at all about how many ants he tramples to death when he steps down.
Bang!
Yun Qianchou was covered in blood!
He saw Zhang Qing's death!
In the past, the two of them had fought against each other several times because of a battle of spirits. There were victories and defeats for each other. But in the end, he won more than he lost. However, at this moment, he saw his former opponent die in front of his eyes, and he died in this way. Give him
A strong impact!
"Ahhh!"
Yun Qianchou is not the kind of person who is unstable and easily impulsive. He even has a deep city and great ambitions!
But at this moment, Zhang Qing's death was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, completely exploding all the negative emotions in his heart.
"I'm not willing to give in!"
Boom!
The first genius of the Yunying Sect directly detonated his own soul!
Yes, he persisted longer than Zhang Qing! But he would still rather explode his soul! To end himself in this way!
He knew very well that he was indeed stronger than Zhang Qing! But he was just a tiny bit stronger! The two fought three times, and each time they fought for days and nights before the winner was decided.
Now that Zhang Qing is dead, I can't hold on any longer!
Even if he's not dead yet, how long can he last?
Half a breath? Or one breath?
It makes no sense, because what awaits him is death!
Same as Zhang Qing!
Like ants, they were completely crushed!
Since you are going to die, then die vigorously!
Yun Qianchou, kill yourself! Detonate your own soul!
A peerless genius's self-destruction can almost make the emperor retreat! After all, those who persist until now are almost close to the imperial realm, and may even have taken that step long ago!
The reason why there is no enlightenment is not that they dare not, but that they are more ambitious!
The ordinary imperial realm is no longer the goal they pursue! They want more! That's why they come to the Holy Land.
Unfortunately, what awaits them is an abyss.
"Even if I die, I will drag you with me!"
Yun Qianchou laughed crazily before he died, but it was a pity that his laughter could not be heard at all. Everything around him was suppressed by the master of the main hall of Wushen Mountain, and not even a single sound could be transmitted.
Only, the terrible chain reaction caused by Yun Qianchou's self-destruction.
His purpose is simple, to drag others to hell!
"Ignorance is even more tragic."
No one took action to stop it, not Wushen Mountain, nor Medicine King Palace.
Even his eyes didn't waver at all, there was no sarcasm, and he was so indifferent that it was chilling.
Because behind this attitude, it represents arrogance!
It's like using a mantis as a cart, it's not even funny in their eyes.
Would humans care about an ant that bared its teeth and claws at them and then hit them to death on the tip of their shoes?
No!
Won't!
He didn't even look at it, and there was no contempt or contempt at all, because Yun Qianchou's behavior was almost as worthless as air in their eyes.
boom!
The soul self-destructs! The power can be imagined! It is almost close to the effect caused by the self-destruction of an emperor-level powerhouse.
but!
not enough!
Far from enough!
All power in this world has been suppressed to the limit! The Holy Lord is like an ordinary person here, so Yun Qianchou's self-destruction seems to be vigorous, but in fact it has almost no effect.
I saw his whole body turned into a rain of blood, and then quickly disappeared into smoke as he self-destructed.
Even the weeds on the ground a foot away from him were not torn to pieces, and were only swaying slightly in the wind.
Only Old Man Jiang sighed softly.
This was not the first time he had seen this kind of scene, it happened once every ten thousand years, and more bloody and cruel things had happened before.
For example, 20,000 years ago, a group of outside geniuses fought each other to survive in a closed area until only three people were left!
That was simply a massacre!
Brothers and sisters, loving Taoist companions, almost always reveal the ugliest side of human nature when they reach that point.
You can do whatever it takes to survive and you can sacrifice everything.
Zhang Qing is dead, and so is Yun Qianchou!
They were not weak, but in the eyes of the main hall master of Wushen Mountain, they were not worth mentioning.
As the two disappeared, there were still ten people left!
Just these ten people, but they never made any move.
"Um?"
It was obvious that this result was not what the mysterious hall master of Wushen Mountain wanted to see.
His purpose is very clear. Regardless of the outside geniuses who come this time, the Holy Land will not accept too many people.
Fair? There is no fairness in the world.
Those are all lies used by the strong to deceive the weak!
The same is true for the Holy Land!
"Boy, hold on!"
Old Man Jiang looked nervous, and even the other guides in the Holy Land were slightly surprised.
They know the rules of the Holy Land. No matter how many geniuses there are, they will only admit the best!
Weird, I can only blame it on too many accidents this time!
Who would have thought that four ninth-grade Taoist geniuses would suddenly appear!
There is even one who seems to be above the ninth grade Dao Seal!
It's just that their vision can no longer be judged, and several palace masters are actually suspicious.
In this way, it is absolutely impossible for these five people to die! The Holy Land will open its door to them!
But for others, there is only one ending!
From the beginning, the main hall master of Wushen Mountain revealed that only five people could enter the Holy Land this time!
This means that at most five people can survive!
Everyone else will die!
Of course, there may be exceptions! But it is absolutely impossible for all ten people to be alive right now!
…
Twenty breaths are really like a year, and it can even be said that each breath is as long as tens of thousands of years.
At this moment, among the ten figures, some began to have beads of sweat gradually appear on their foreheads.
"Damn it! It's only been 11 breaths! It can't end here!"
Zhuo Fei's eyes were bloodshot. He didn't expect that he would be forced to such a point!
He can even condense the Dao Seal, what a genius he is! Why is he facing a life and death test?
No!
He is not convinced!
The Holy Land cannot decide his life or death!
He is a disciple of the Nine Heavens! He is unique among ten thousand!
Twelve breaths!
Every inch of Zhuo Fei's skin began to crack, dripping with blood! He even risked everything to protect the Dao Seal he had just condensed in front of him crazily!
Use the power of Tao Seal to resist!
Then, he saw in despair that a crack gradually appeared in the Dao Seal that made him almost extremely proud.