Chapter 478: Blood Heaven and Wuji: The Divine Sword Kills the World

Liu Peng was almost hysterical and crazy, but the two elders who presided over the formation had a very bad expression at this time. He kept pinching the magic tricks in his hands, and blood mist kept flying out of their hands. Because he wanted to pinch the magic tricks quickly, the blood in the mouths of the two people didn't care about wiping them.

"boom!"

The green seal and the blood-colored banner hit the formation at the same time. A liquid-transforming monk stationed in the corner of the formation spewed out a mouthful of blood in the midst of this violent shock. His shaking body was about to move, but his legs became weak and collapsed to the ground.

"Senior brother, we can't hold on anymore. We can't deal with the four Nascent Soul cultivators. In my opinion, let's ask for help quickly, Xiang Shenmiao Sect, Xiang Tianmo Sect, Xiang Demon Sword Sect..." The blood on the corner of Elder Chuan Gong's mouth flowed out, more and more, but he really didn't care about wiping it and said a little crazy.

Qin Zhilong, who was standing behind him, just after he finished speaking, sent out jade talismans to the void one after another. Countless talismans for help were like lightning, and quickly teleported to all directions. As long as one of these sects who received the runes agreed to save them, their Blood Transformation Sect could escape this huge disaster.

"The Blood Heaven is Wuji, the Divine Sword Knife Cut the World." Looking at the elder who had finally sent the rune, he instantly spit out a mouthful of blood. A long blood-colored sword that was ten feet long rushed out of the void and collided fiercely towards the yellowish-colored hand that was speeding towards the sky.

"Bang", the blood knife shattered, the big hand shattered, the big man in yellow who used the big hand to capture the big hand roared suddenly, and his body swelled more than ten times. The big hand, half a foot, blasted down at the Blood Transformation God Palace again.

"boom!"

The Blood-Crafting God Palace was shocked, and several crazy magic weapons even fell hard on the blood clouds of the Blood-Crafting God Palace.

"puff!"

A disciple of the Blood Transformation Sect was instantly arrested. The disciple was grabbed outside the formation by a big man in yellow because of the cracks in the Blood Transformation Array.

"Master, help me, elder!" The disciple who realized that something was wrong shouted loudly, with begging and fear in his voice. Amid these beggings, the disciple was grabbed onto the yellow cloud by a huge yellow palm.

"Hehe, boy, your elders are all turtle bastards. Don't be whimsical. I'll think that they will come to save you. Now, if you want to hate, you hate yourself for joining the Blood Transformation Sect." The yellow-clad man, Zhenjun Li Tong, laughed, and the captured disciple was instantly crushed into pieces.

"Gaga, the remnant of the Blood-Crafting Sect, open the palace gate quickly, otherwise, he will be your role model." As the Hunshouzi spoke, the green seal swelled again. As the time of falling, a crack half a foot wide crack cracked again in the rolling blood mist.

The black and yellow clouds circled above the increasingly declining formation, and magic tricks continued to fall from the hands of the four Nascent Soul masters. With the falling magic weapons and magical powers, cracks continued to break from the sky above the blood-transforming formation.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me, I'm willing to surrender, I'm willing to surrender!" A shrill voice kept ringing, but these four Nascent Soul masters did not feel any pity in their hearts. As their palms flipped, the monks turned into pieces in an instant.

At first there was a blood-transforming array that counterattacked, but it was cracked everywhere and was on the verge of collapse. The condensed blood knife had no power at this time. It was all broken instantly between the intersection of magic weapons of the Hunzi and others.

In the bloody palace, Qin Zhilong, the elder of the Passenger Merit, the guardian elder, Liu Peng, and several elders in the Golden Elixir stage, their eyes were blood red, just like trapped beasts, madly urging their remaining power. However, although their power was desperately urging, their resistance was becoming weaker and weaker.

"Zhilong, is there any news for the letter of help? Is there any news?" Liu Pengwu shouted at Qin Zhilong with one hand.

There were already a few more flying ring jade talismans in Qin Zhilong's palm, but his face did not look much better because of this.

"The Heavenly Demon Palace replied, saying... It is said that the strong prey on the weak, but the ancients still exist. As the leader of the Demon Palace, we cannot break the rules, let us do it ourselves, and we must not fall into the title of the seven sects of the Demon Tao."

Qin Zhilong's tone became weaker and weaker, and the jade talisman he touched in his hand was instantly thrown to the ground.

"Brush", a jade talisman suddenly exploded, and a ferocious man flashed a trace of his figure in the void. His eyes were full of disdain: "Hehe, I didn't expect that the ancient sect, the Blood-Crafting Sect, would have fallen to this point and ask for help. Why don't you buy a piece of tofu and kill him there? It's embarrassing, it's really embarrassing to your ancestor, the Blood-Crafting Ancestor..."

The endless laughter slowly disappeared as the jade talisman disappeared, but the faces of Qin Zhilong and Chuan Gong, guarding the two elders, turned extremely red when they laughed at the elders of the Earth Demon Palace.

The endless anger in their hearts could not be vented at this moment. The Earth Demon Palace said it right. Even the foundation of their ancestors could not be kept. They might as well kill them.

"The Blood Transformation Sect is in your hands, it's good to perish!" The jade talisman, which was like a sharp sword in the Demon Sword Sect exploded immediately with the jade talisman in the Demon Palace. However, there was no sound in this jade talisman, but big words full of sword intent rose.

As the strokes gathered, the sword energy of thousands of feet rushed straight into the sky.

As long as one of these three major sects can take action in time, they can save the Blood-Crafting Sect from danger, but at this time, no one took action. While asking for help, although Qin Zhilong and others had thought about this result, when the result really appeared in front of them, they felt even more disappointed.

"The Blood-Crafting Sect deserves to perish! Hahaha..."

"I can't even pass a group of jumping clowns. What are you calling the Seven Demonic Sects? Your Blood-Crafting Sect deserves to perish!"

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Jade talismans were constantly exploding, and sarcasm sounded like ghosts crying and wolf howling, constantly ringing in the ears of the elders of the Blood Transformation Sect and the disciples in charge. The rolling blood mist had become weaker and weaker at this time, and the green light, yellow light, like dark clouds, was constantly suppressed in the void.

Elder Chuangong stood up from the cushion instantly. He glanced around, and a hint of blush appeared on his wrinkled face: "What they said is right, they are not wrong at all. The Blood-Crafting Sect has fallen to the point where it is destroyed by a few clowns. It is because we are incompetent, and we are sorry for the ancestor's spirit in heaven!"
Chapter completed!