Accompanied by Xiao Hun's almost self-harm action, the twelve divine generals and soldiers seemed to have lost control and froze in place.

Wang Shouxuan, not far away, looked at Xiao Hun who was self-injuring and crawled towards Gu Lan, and was immediately shocked. What is this operation? Did the Heavenly Court invent a new twilight Taoist technique?

‘Or... is this Gu Lan’s distortion ability?’ Wang Shouxuan looked at Gu Lan with a cautious look on his face. When he thought of Xiao Hun’s miserable situation, he still couldn’t help but feel a chill.

Although Xiao Hun had once had a fight with Wang Shouxuan, he even wanted to oppress him to explore this space together.

However, when faced with the aberrant of the common enemy of mankind, Wang Shouxuan still took action.

Then he saw Wang Shouxuan's Nine-Dawn Thunder Shadow Sword bringing up thousands of thunder lightning lights, which were held in his hand.

With a sword in hand, Wang Shouxuan's momentum rose step by step, and dazzling lightning lights continued to fly around him, and waves of metal-like odor seemed to be heard from the air.

‘Wang Shouxuan also wants to take action?’ Zhou Bai was slightly stunned. After a moment of hesitation, should he take action against Wang Shouxuan? Should he reveal his identity to the other party?

The next moment, the Nine Sky Thunder Shadow Sword had already slashed towards Gu Lan like a flying shadow.

Under a sword, the sword shadow flashing with lightning broke through the space, like a white cross-section, directly dividing the space in front of you.

The entire hall seemed to have been cut into two sections, and the air walls and roofs in the hall were divided into two at this moment. Zhou Bai even felt that even the space was cut into the left and right sides, and his soul felt a pain of being cut off by one knife.

Zhou Bai understood that this was an illusion brought by a strong sword intent, but with this illusion, he also understood how fast and cruel Wang Shouxuan's sword was, and how terrifying the sword intent condensed therein was.

Under this sword, a large piece of blood suddenly burst out from Gu Lan's body.

Xiao Hun on the other side gradually regained his thinking ability at this moment. The 12 divine generals and soldiers were operating again, and Taoist techniques with great destructive power were blown towards Gu Lan, or towards the Zhuxian Sword. This was Xiao Hun who wanted to catch the Zhuxian Sword and give the other party a hair.

In the melee of one sword and three people, the entire palace was blown up in an instant, and hundreds of thousands of tons of bricks and stone pillars were beaten to the sky, turning into smoke and dust in the sky, drifting into dozens of miles.

During this melee, Gu Lan's injuries became heavier and he saw large pieces of flesh and blood falling to the ground, and then slowly disappeared as if they were swallowed by an invisible existence.

Master Lingmiao, bathed in the black light, looked more solid, as if he had changed from a phantom to a real person.

The blood on her body gradually disappeared, and she was dressed in white, and she seemed to have become the fairy-like and long-haired female monk 50 years ago.

‘50 years of pain, 50 years of resentment, 50 years of loneliness…’

‘Am I finally going to be free?’

Just as the look of hope flashed in Master Lingmiao's eyes, and when he felt that his condition was getting better and better, a scream came from her mouth.

"it hurts!"

"It hurts so much!"

Her stomach suddenly began to twist, and the tip of the knife drilled out of her belly inch by inch, directly breaking open her skin and exposing it to the air.

It was a long sword that seemed to be composed of countless human parts, and the veins on the blade were constantly twisting and expanding.

These veins are centered on Master Lingmiao's belly and spread towards her entire body, as if they are growing with her body as nutrients.

Suddenly, the blade trembled, and a huge eye opened on it, emitting a strange blood light.

...

At the same time, there are clouds 10,000 meters above the canyon.

A voice slowly swept across the atmosphere with a powerful thought. "The Blood-Changing Divine Sword, it's him this time."

Another thought swept across the clouds of a radius of 1,000 meters, like a hurricane, blowing the sea of ​​clouds and magnificent waves.

"Master Lingmiao has experienced these 50 years of pain, coupled with the power of her original soul, the bloodlines in her and those sinners' bodies, and the arrangement of the pseudo-god rituals.

After 50 years of savings, pain is no longer just pure pain. They merge with resentment and despair. With the help of the ritual, they transformed from nothingness into substantial power and became the resource to motivate the Blood God Sword."

"It's a pity that the ritual presided over by Yun He was not successful a hundred years ago. The 50 years of waiting made her spirit on the verge of collapse and she could not complete the final ritual."

"But her granddaughter did a good job. This time we took out her reason alone, using hatred as the driving force, and allowed her reason to stick to it until now. This is a good plan, and I think it can be promoted on a large scale."

"There are still a little more people. It seems that there are no need for so many people to perform the rituals, and they can succeed in the end."

"There is no way. Before the experiment, we must prepare the materials according to the maximum demand. It is normal to have more, and we can continue to adjust in the future."

"Facts will prove that our theory, hatred, is the best way to endure pain and despair."

...

At the same time, Zhou Bai Wang Shouxuan, who saw this series of amazing changes, stopped all of them. Even Xiao Hun finally survived until the end of the poverty disaster. He stopped and began to heal his injuries. Although he was very painful and injured, he had the foundation of a cultivator of level 7 and quickly recovered his combat power.

‘What happened?’ Zhou Bai thought to himself, ‘Gu Lan is not dead yet. Can this ritual continue? He also said that he did not require everyone to die?’

Just when Zhou Bai was at a loss and didn't know what was going on, Master Lingmiao, who was in pain, suddenly opened his mouth and screamed.

The invisible sound wave spread in all directions with her body as the center. Within a radius of 1,000 meters, wherever the sound wave passes, all the walls, earth, palaces and streets are shattered inch by inch, and all matter seems to have turned into dust in the sky.

Faced with this earth-shaking roar, Xiaohun Wang Shouxuan and others quickly retreated.

Gu Lan, who was already seriously injured, was motionless, staring blankly at the direction of Master Lingmiao, allowing the sound wave to hit his body, instantly breaking out countless flesh and blood.

‘Get back quickly, fool! Lend me my hair!’ Zhou Bai was driving the flying sword back while shouting to Gu Lan.

But Gu Lan ignored it at all. Instead, she let her body be seriously injured and disintegrated under the attack of sound waves, and she wanted to walk towards Master Lingmiao. Finally, under the influence of poverty, her body had quickly collapsed and dissipated. At the last moment, she seemed to rush towards Master Lingmiao's position.

Zhou Bai sighed and controlled the flying sword and retreated immediately.

With Gu Lan's death, the eyes on the Blood-Changing God Sword became more and more weird and blood-red.

Master Lingmiao roared, and his body sprinted with blood light and slashed at Xiao Hun with a knife.

Xiao Hun's expression changed, and he manipulated the twelve divine generals and soldiers to fight back, but saw the blood-red sword energy shattering thousands of miles of ice and ice, and it quickly dissipated.

Then Master Lingmiao raised his palm and slashed it with another knife.

Xiao Hun's face changed, "Wang Shouxuan! Zhuxian Sword! If you don't want to die, kill this distorted body with me."

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Chapter completed!