Just when everyone was at a loss, the Three Holy Sons said loudly, "Brothers of Lu Ting, please help me."
I don't know if the three holy sons really have their power, or if they secretly conveyed their thoughts and made such a promise.
Immediately, more than 30 people from all the major road courts all rushed towards the direction of the third holy son.
At this moment, the split soul struck by the Three Holy Sons was fully revealed, 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 holy sons conveyed their thoughts again, and all the more than thirty powerhouses separated their souls and converged on the black soul pillar.
Suddenly, the black soul pillar became radiant and turned into a black sickle, and 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 the corner of Wang Yao's mouth, and he secretly said: "This person is nothing more than that."
He did not expect that the cutting by the black sickle would not stop.
After half a cup of tea passed, the vine knot finally showed a shallow crescent-shaped gap.
I am most afraid of doing useless work in everything. Once hope appears, hardworking people are enough to burst out with enthusiasm.
This is the situation at the moment, under the coercion or lure of a group of people from all walks of life, they are forced to rely on the Three Holy Sons.
However, after half a cup of tea, there was no result, and many people felt resentful.
But at this moment, seeing the vine knot connecting the gourd open a gap, all the resentment disappeared.
The third holy son was even more confident, and sent out his thoughts to everyone, making a big promise.
Immediately, everyone united as one, patiently continued to urge the black sickle, and cut the gourd and vine knots.
With the Three Holy Sons as an example, there should be someone to follow.
At this time, the three holy sons said in their hearts: "Everyone can't find the right way, and try each other hastily, fearing that your life may be in danger."
As soon as these words came out, the restless scene was immediately suppressed a lot.
There was a big man in black with a lion mask who snorted coldly, and immediately urged out a soul, which turned into a black and heavy knife, and also cut towards the vine knot of a golden gourd.
At the same time, the four black-clothed powerhouses imitated the cultivators of Zhongluting, and struck the big black sword at the lion-masked man.
This method of splitting and superimposing souls is not a clever method, and everyone knows the powerhouse who can enter this ultimate temple of heaven.
The third son sighed, and said: "If you don't listen to me, it's too late to regret it, just listen to the destiny."
At this moment, the five-person team led by the lion-masked man is neither a member of the Holy Court nor a member of the Eight Great Immortals.
It's a nameless casual cultivator like Xu Yi and Wumingshi, at least on the surface.
After the words of the three holy sons, the lion-masked man and the others did not answer, they just patiently held the black soul knife.
Suddenly, an hour passed, and only one-tenth of the vine knots cut by the Sanshengzi and more than 30 powerhouses were left.
However, the black broadsword urged by the five middle-aged men in the lion mask failed to break even a narrow gap of the vine knot.
The middle-aged man with a lion mask sighed and said: "It seems that without the help of His Royal Highness, we suddenly have to work hard, and I ask His Highness to give us some advice."
He is a sensible person, and he has heard the meaning of the three holy sons since the words of the three holy sons earlier.
The Three Sons didn't want to stop them from cutting the vine knot of the golden gourd, but to extract benefits from them.
The lion-faced middle-aged man originally thought that he did not need to pay benefits to the Three Sons due to the power he gathered and the secret technique he possessed.
However, the cruel reality gave him a slap in the face, and at this moment, he couldn't accept his softness.
The middle-aged man with the lion mask guessed right, San Shengzi did have such an idea, but he was out of luck after all.
But I heard the three holy sons say: "Brother Dao is too impatient. The matter has come to this point. Brother Dao is in a dead end. Kong wants to rescue him, but he is powerless."
The complexions of the five middle-aged men with lion masks changed drastically: "Why is your Highness doing this? I wonder what His Highness wants? As long as we can do it, we will not refuse."
San Shengzi said: "Brother Dao misunderstood, Kong is really powerless."
The middle-aged man with a lion mask snorted coldly: "Since that's the case, don't bother Your Highness."
After saying that, I will accept my spiritual thoughts.
He thought to himself: "Since the golden gourd can't be picked, I'll find the purple gourd later on. I don't believe it will be difficult to get the purple gourd."
Unexpectedly, he just wanted to cut off his divine thoughts, but found that there was a kind of entanglement between the gourd vine and the split soul. No matter how immersed he was in his mind and blocked perception, the split soul would still be released continuously.
The gourd vine seemed to have turned into a huge suction black hole, and he was already in this suction black hole, and he couldn't move forward or retreat freely.
Even the spiritual thoughts towards the other four powerhouses in black were also involved, making it difficult to withdraw.
The lion-masked middle-aged man was terrified, no matter how hard he and the four powerhouses tried, they couldn't break free from the black hole of attraction, and the more the five struggled, the stronger the attraction of the black hole became.
After half a stick of incense, the power of the five people's souls was exhausted, they fell to the ground with a plop, and died without overflowing their souls.
The purple-robed old man gave a cold snort, and calmly took the Sumeru Precepts from the five people, no one dared to move.
The San Shengzi shook his head, sighed, glanced at the crowd and said: "You don't know something, this holy vine has its own restrictions, if you don't know how to do it, if you cut it off rashly, you will either have a strong spirit and successfully cut it off, or you will fall into it , It’s hard to extricate myself. The five Taoist brothers just now, it’s not because I refused to save them, but because they went the wrong way at the beginning, even if I intervene, it will definitely be useless, but add a new dead soul.”
As soon as he finished speaking, purple streaks flashed in the sky suddenly, the complexion of the three holy sons changed drastically, and all the powerhouses also turned pale.
The Eight Great Immortal Gates and even the Great Road Courts have more or less obtained some of the inheritance information in the Ultimate Heavenly Temple.
As for the meaning of the purple pattern appearing in the sky, very few people in the field didn't know it. The appearance of the purple pattern indicates that the Temple of Heaven is about to be closed.
The third sage changed the subject and said, "Now I will pass on the secret method to the princes, and the princes will fight for the purple light gourd. This kind of favor will be left to the Holy Court and the Eight Great Immortal Gates."
He originally wanted to put his words in the clear, and take this opportunity to take a good look at the Eight Great Immortal Gates, but he didn't know that time waited for no one, so he didn't care to talk about it in detail.
After the three holy sons finished speaking, they spread the secret method with their minds.
After receiving the teaching, everyone from the Eight Great Immortal Sects acted separately, and immediately took the eight purple light gourds.
They were short of men, and they were fighting on their own. Of course, their strength was not comparable to that of the three holy sons gathering twenty or thirty strong points, so they could only go straight for the purple light gourd.
"It's a pity that these thousands of treasures have to be met but not sought. It would be great if the time was earlier."
The purple-robed old man sent his thoughts to the three holy sons, and sighed leisurely.
The third son smiled bitterly, and said from the heart: "Don't rub salt on the wound anymore, my heart hurts more than anyone else."
As soon as the purple marks appeared in the sky, the San Shengzi knew that the last chance had also disappeared.