Just as everyone was helpless, the Three Saint Son said loudly, "Dear brothers from Lu Ting, please help me."

I don’t know if it is the Three Saints Sons who have their power or have secretly conveyed their thoughts and made what kind of promises they made.

At this moment, more than 30 people from all major road courts rushed towards the Three Saints.

At this moment, the soul splitting attacked by the Three Saints appeared completely, and the solid black pillar as thick as a sea bowl hit the vine knot of a golden gourd.

I don’t know if the Three Saints conveyed their thoughts again. More than thirty-point Yuan powerful people all divided their souls and met towards the black soul pillar.

Suddenly, the black soul pillar shone brightly and turned into a black sickle. The sickle blade was slowly cutting towards the green vine knot connecting the golden gourd.

In a blink of an eye, dozens of breaths passed, and there was no gap at the vine knot.

A sneer appeared on Wang Yao's lips and said to himself: "This person is nothing more than that."

But he didn't expect that the black sickle would stop cutting it.

Half a cup of tea passed, and the vine knot finally showed a shallow crescent-shaped gap.

The most fear of doing useless work in everything is that once hope appears, those who work hard will be able to burst out with 100,000 enthusiasm.

This is the case at this moment. A group of people from all walks of life were forced to leverage the power of the Three Saints under coercion or temptation.

However, after half a cup of tea, there was no result. I don’t know how many people felt resentful.

At this moment, the vine knot connecting the gourd opened the gap, and all the resentment disappeared.

The Three Saints Sons were even more confident and had a great idea to everyone and made a promise.

Immediately, everyone's hearts were united, and patiently continued to urge the black sickle to cut the gourd vine knot.

With the Three Saints as role models, someone would immediately follow his example.

At this moment, the Three Saints Sons expressed their thoughts: "You don't know the method, and you will try each other rashly, and you may have to worry about your life."

As soon as these words were said, the restless scene was immediately suppressed.

A man in black-clothed lion face snorted coldly and immediately urged his soul to split. The soul turned into a dark big knife, which also cut towards the vine knot of a golden gourd.

At the same time, four black-clothed Yuan-Dimensioned Master followed the monks of Zhongluting and attacked the black swords that the lion-faced man had shot.

This method of soul division superposition is not a clever method. Everyone knows the strong people who can enter this Ultimate Heavenly Temple.

The Three Saint Son sighed and said, "You don't listen to me, it's too late to regret it. Let's leave it to fate."

At this moment, the five-person group led by the lion-faced man was neither a power of the Holy Court nor a person from the Eight Great Immortal Sects.

It is just like Xu Yi, an unknown casual cultivator like Anonymous, at least on the surface.

After the Three Saints Sons said, the lion-faced man and others did not answer, but only patiently urged the black soul sword.

An hour passed, and only one tenth of the vine knots cut by the three saints and more than thirty-point Yuan powerful men in combination.

However, the black big sword triggered by the five middle-aged men on the lion face failed to break the vine knot even a narrow gap.

The middle-aged man from the lion sighed and said, "It seems that there is no help from His Highness the Holy Son. We suddenly have to work hard. I would like to ask His Highness the Holy Son to give me some advice."

He was a wise man, and since the previous words of the Three Saint Son, he could hear the meaning of the Three Saint Son.

The Three Holy Sons did not want to stop them from cutting the vine knot of the golden gourd, but to draw benefits from them.

The middle-aged man in the lion originally thought that the power he gathered and the secret techniques he possessed did not need to pay benefits to the Three Holy Sons.

However, the cruel reality slapped him heavily, and at this moment, he couldn't give in.

The middle-aged man in the lion face guessed well, but the Three Saints did make such an idea, but he was in bad luck after all.

But I heard the third saint son say, "Brother Tao is too impatient. Now that things have come to this point, Brother Tao is dead. Kong is determined to save him, but he is powerless."

The face of the five middle-aged men with lion face changed drastically: "Why should your highness do this? I don't know what your highness wants? If we can do it, we will not refuse."

The third saint said: "Brother Dao misunderstood, Kong is really powerless."

The middle-aged man on the lion face snorted coldly: "Since that's the case, I won't bother Your Highness."

After saying that, he was about to stop his divine thoughts.

He said to himself: "Since the golden gourd cannot be picked, I will start looking for the purple gourd later. If I don't believe that the purple gourd will be difficult to buy."

Unexpectedly, he wanted to cut off his divine thoughts, but found that a dark connection arose between the gourd vine and the divine thoughts. No matter how he immersed himself in his mind and blocked his perception, his divine thoughts were still released continuously.

The gourd vine seemed to turn into a huge suction black hole, and he was already in this suction black hole, and he could no longer move forward or retreat.

The divine thoughts of the other four black-clothed powerful people were also involved and it was difficult to withdraw.

The middle-aged man on the lion was extremely frightened. No matter how hard he and the four powerful people of the Yuan Dynasty tried, they could not break free from the suction black hole. The more the five people struggled, the stronger the adsorption of the black hole became.

For half a stick of incense, the five people's soul power was exhausted, and they fell to the ground with a pounce, and died, and even their souls did not overflow.

The old man in purple robe snorted coldly and calmly took the five people's Sumeru Ring, and no one dared to move.

The Three Saint Son shook his head, sighed, and glanced at everyone and said, "You guys don't know that this holy vine has its own restrictions. If you don't know the method, you will either have a strong soul and successfully cut it off, or you will be trapped in it and unable to extricate yourself. Just now, the five Taoist brothers were not because I refused to save them, but because they took the wrong path at the beginning. Even if I intervened, it would be useless, but it would be a new soul."

As soon as he finished speaking, purple patterns suddenly flashed in the sky. The three saints' faces changed drastically, and all the powerful people in the Yuan Dynasty were all lost.

The inheritance information in the Ultimate Heavenly Temple has been obtained more or less.

The meaning of purple patterns appearing in the sky is very rare in the field. The appearance of purple patterns indicates that the Temple of Heaven is about to be closed.

The Three Saint Son changed his mind and said, "Now I am passing on the secret method to you, and you are fighting for the purple light gourd, so this favor will be left to the Holy Court and the Eight Immortal Sects to calculate."

He wanted to put his words in the clear place and take this opportunity to grasp the eight immortal sects once, but he didn't know that time would wait for anyone, so he didn't care about making a little talk.

After the words of the Three Saints Son, the secret technique was spread out with thoughts.

After receiving the teaching, everyone in the eight immortal sects took action and immediately took seven purple gourds.

They lacked enough people and fought each other, so their strength was certainly not as good as the three saints gathered twenty or thirty points and powerful people, so they could only take the purple light gourd directly.

"It's a pity that these thousands of treasures have to be met but not asked for. It would be great if the time was earlier."

The old man in purple robe sent thoughts to the three saints and sighed slowly.

The Third Saint Son smiled bitterly and said, "Don't apply salt to the wound anymore. I feel more heartbroken than anyone else."
Chapter completed!