Shen Tian snorted coldly, and punched out the fist covered with one-yuan heavy water.
The surging power of gods and demons is blessed on the one-yuan heavy water, making the heavy water more powerful.
The expression of the pumpkin-faced evil spirit disciple changed suddenly, and he quickly cast a spell to condense a black hideous evil flower in front of him.
The whole body of this flower exudes a strong evil spirit, and the screams can be heard vaguely among the beautiful branches, which is obviously not a serious spell.
Shen Tian could clearly feel the evil and weirdness of this black flower-shaped spell.
But he doesn't care, because absolute power can crush everything.
Shen Tian's fist was not blocked by the evil flower's spell, but directly smashed the evil flower into pieces.
Immediately afterwards, his fist shattered the cultist's chest like a bamboo shoot, sending him flying dozens of feet away.
The power of one punch is so terrifying!
The cultists in the entire valley were a little dumbfounded.
"Good boy, I underestimate you," the blood-cloaked palace master smiled, "You just called yourself the Holy Son?"
"Now there are only two holy lands, Yaochi and Shenxiao, on this ancient battlefield, and there is no holy son in Yaochi holy land, so you are Shen Tian, the son of Shenxiao?"
The blood-robed hall master looked at Shen Tian, and couldn't help but applauded softly: "It is said that Shen Xiao Shengzi Shen Tian is not only extremely talented and courageous, but also has a face that can make saints and fairies crazy."
"Originally, I didn't believe it, but now that I see you, I believe it."
"Shen Tian, your appearance is not inferior to that of when you were young."
Quiet.
There was silence throughout the canyon.
Those black-robed deacons all looked at the blood-robed palace master strangely.
As for Shen Tian, he retreated calmly and moved out of the valley.
The blood-robed hall master calmly said: "Ahem, don't think about running away, you won't have any chance. Shen Tian, how about we make a deal?"
Shen Tian was slightly taken aback: "Deal? What deal?"
A smile appeared on the face of the blood-robed hall master: "I hope you can join this sect. If you are willing, I can personally accept you as a disciple."
"With your talent, luck and appearance, plus my teaching, it will not be difficult to become the supreme son of this sect in the future."
"You must know that the holy sons of this religion have more power than those holy sons of the Holy Land, so think about it!"
The evil spirit religion wants to pull the Holy Son into the religion
Shen Tian was in a daze, does this Son look like a criminal
"Thank you for the great kindness of Palace Master, but Shen is afraid that he will not be blessed. Shen still has clothes confiscated in Xianmen Town, so I will leave."
After all, the Suzaku Thunder Armor suddenly condensed on Shen Tian's body, turning into a red shadow and rushing out of the valley.
"Hehe, it's nice to be young."
The blood-robed hall master showed a smile on his face: "Unfortunately, it is not up to you whether to join the religion or not."
"If such a good seed can be attracted to join the religion, it will be of great benefit to the church in the future to develop believers."
"Hei Tian, Hei Xuan, please keep Shengzi Shenxiao here! I will have a heart-to-heart talk with him later, and I will surely be able to persuade him to join the Holy Cult."
After all, the blood-robed palace master sat down on the chair leisurely, and looked at Shen Tian with admiration.
It seemed... to see what waves Shen Tian could make.
"Yes, Palace Master!"
Out of the black-robed deacon came the two most powerful beings, they were covered in black energy.
The two grinned grimly, and stretched out their hands to grab Shen Tian.
Immediately, endless black energy surged, and it caught up with Shen Tian in an instant, and condensed into a huge evil palm, which overturned.
"Leave it to me!"
Each of these two people's cultivation has reached the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, and half of their feet have stepped into the realm of the God Transformation stage, and they are still working together.
The power of this baleful big handprint is enough to make the powerhouses of the transformation stage take it seriously.
Shen Tian knew that even though his current strength was not what it used to be, he still couldn't block this move.
"Why are you forcing me? Why are you forcing me!"
Sadly, Shen Tian took out a golden token from his bosom: "Why do you force me to kill you?"
These are the three life-saving vellus hairs given by the master, once you use it, you will lose one time!
Gritting his teeth, Shen Tian input mana into the Holy Child Order to activate it.
Boom~!
In an instant, the entire Holy Child Order erupted with divine light, and a powerful and majestic aura swept across hundreds of miles.
A phantom holding a book in its left hand and a sword in its right, shrouded in thunder and fairy light, slowly appeared in the canyon.
Facing the big handprint grabbed towards Shen Tian, the phantom slowly stabbed out the fairy sword in his hand.
Suddenly, dense clouds surged on the top of the nine clouds, and endless thunder floated and flickered in it, and then turned into thunder pillars and gathered on the fairy sword in Xuying's hand.
Long~!
Rumble~!
Rumble rumble rumble~!
The original silver sword, under the continuous condensation of the thunder, turned into a faint purple.
A terrifying thunder sword with a length of hundreds of feet appeared in the black valley, illuminating the entire valley.
"Shenxiao Tianwei, lead it with a sword!"
Xu Ying spoke slowly, with an unquestionable majesty in his voice, as if he was punishing on behalf of the heavens.
When the phantom appeared, all the cultists in the canyon showed panic on their faces, because they were instinctively suppressed.
Especially Hei Tian and Hei Xuan who were facing the phantom, their evil spirits were dissipating at this time, and they kept trembling.
If there is no external help, under this level of attack, they will almost certainly die.
After all, thunder is the energy of heaven's punishment, and it is the most effective way to restrain evil spirits and heretics.
"Zhang Longyuan is really willing, ruthless enough!"
The face of the blood-robed hall master changed slightly. Although he is a saint who has just turned into a catastrophe, he is not afraid of the attack from the divine master of the sky.
But he is not afraid, it does not mean that his subordinates can withstand this blow.
After all, if he didn't help, no cultist in the canyon would be able to escape such an attack unscathed.
"Bone blood palm print!!!"
Under the blood-colored robe, a withered hand stretched out.
This palm is so shriveled that almost no flesh and veins can be seen.
But the whole body of the palm is a strange blood red, and the palm and the back of the palm are covered with strange lines.
He suddenly stretched out his palm to block the thunder sword swung by the phantom of the holy master, and a giant palm print appeared in the void.
This is a bloody white bone palm print, exuding an extremely gloomy aura.
Looking at this bloody palm print, it was like seeing a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
…
After all, the Thunderbolt Sword of the Heavenly Firmament still collided with the blood palm print, and the mountains collapsed and the ground cracked in an instant.
The terrifying energy tide suddenly swept across dozens of miles, and obvious vibrations could be felt within a thousand miles.
"It seems that I can't hide it!"
The blood-robed palace master's face darkened slightly: "Since you insist on forcing me to do this, then don't blame me for making a big fuss."
"Don't think that if you alarm the elders of Xianmen Town, they will come to save you. You have no idea what a saint is like!"
"Before they arrive here, this seat will concoct your obedient post, and then swagger and take you away!"
Taking a deep breath, the blood-robed palace master suddenly waved his sleeves.
In an instant, the smoke and dust in the entire valley dissipated.
The place where Shen Tian was originally was already empty.
Blood Robe Palace Master: "???"
Blood Robe Palace Master#: "!!!"
Blood Robe Palace Master: "... ???!!!"
"I didn't expect you to have such a mysterious technique of escaping from the ground?"
The blood-robed hall master coughed lightly: "It's a pity that I have locked your breath, even if I go deep into the ground, I can still drag you out!"
As soon as the blood-robed palace master finished speaking, the aura that was traveling fast underground suddenly disappeared.
The entire valley was unbelievably quiet for a moment.
It's just that everyone felt as if they heard something.
snap~
slap~
bang bang~
Yes, the sound of slaps in the face!
"How is it possible, how can this kid escape from the lock of this seat?"
The blood-robed palace master felt a burning pain in his face, it shouldn't be like this! This is unscientific... Metaphysics!
You must know that he is a saint, even if he is only the most basic one-time saint, he is still an existence in the realm of the holy way.
All saints are ants, this sentence is not just talking.
Even if it is an existence at the peak of the transformation stage, it is almost impossible to restrain the energy in front of him.
Shen Tian is only at the golden age, how could he do this
It's as if a little ant has bitten you and you're about to crush it to death with one finger.
It turned out that this little ant suddenly disappeared under your nose.
Aggrieved, unbelievable!
The blood-robed hall master said that his face hurts so much!
"Do you think you can escape from this seat by mastering a secret technique that restrains energy?"
"If you can run away, the monk can't run away from the temple. I will go to Xianmen Town now and wipe out all your fellow disciples. I don't believe you won't come out!"
The monstrous bloody aura radiated from the blood-robed palace master, tyrannical, bloodthirsty, and angry.
Practicing evil methods, although cultivating with life blood, soul, and evil spirit is faster, it is more prone to problems in the state of mind.
Therefore, all the monks of the evil spirit religion are basically extremely irritable, paranoid, and surly.
Sometimes, they can even do things that go down together.
…
At this time, the murderous aura emanating from the main body of the blood-robed hall shattered the stratus clouds.
Within a radius of hundreds of miles, countless creatures were trembling, feeling the surging coercion and murderous erosion.
No one doubted what the Lord of the Blood Soul Hall said, because if there were no saints sitting in the Holy Land, he would indeed have the strength to wipe out the Xianmen Town.
It's just that when the time comes, the two holy lands of Yaochi and Shenxiao will be completely enraged, attracting endless pursuit.
"Kill all of you, get back the formation flag, and rescue Lord Holy Spirit, so what if your master comes?"
The blood-robed hall master walked towards Xianmen Town with a sneer, not fast, as if he was deliberately torturing Shen Tian and making him feel guilty.
"Originally, I didn't plan to be so high-profile. You forced me to die. They all died because of you."
"Don't even think about contacting the saints of your holy land to come to help, Xianmen Town is too far away from your holy land.
"Even if Zhang Longyuan came immediately after receiving the news, it would take at least a moment to arrive."
"And a quarter of an hour is enough for me to wash the blood of Xianmen Town three times!"
The blood-robed palace master was talking nonchalantly as he walked, as if massacres were nothing more than an ordinary thing to him.
"How about it, would you like to go with me?"
"As long as you join the holy religion, I will let your fellow disciples go."
The blood-robed palace master smiled: "Think about it!"
As the blood-robed palace master got closer and closer to Xianmen Town, the smile on his face became more and more intense.
Because he felt it, a breath reappeared underground, and it was rushing towards the ground at high speed.
Boom~!
The ground exploded, Shen Tian carried the golden divine wings on his back, and looked at the blood-robed palace master helplessly.
His face was full of pain: "I said, can't you live well? Why do you have to force the Holy Son to kill you?"
Frankly speaking, Shen Tian was planning to run away, but the blood-robed palace master insisted on making trouble.
He also bloodbathed Xianmen Town, not to mention how many of Shen Tian's partners there are in Xianmen Town.
Shen Tian couldn't bear to part with the healthy leeks alone!
A good saint, why do you have to provoke me!
One difference and two widths, wouldn't it be nice for each to find his own mother
Don't do things, do things!
…
"Kill me?"
Hearing Shen Tian's arrogant words, the blood-robed palace master laughed angrily: "I want to see how you killed me."
At this moment, the blood-robed palace master stood proudly in the void, and the terrifying holy power poured out towards Shen Tian.
The atmosphere tensed instantly, and killing intent permeated the void.
one second~
two seconds~
three seconds~
At Shen Tian's dantian, a small purple pagoda kept spinning.
A faint purple light emanated from the small tower.
Beautiful, yet deadly!
(end of this chapter)