Purple shadows all over the sky poured down with the words, densely packed like purple clouds pressing down on the environment.
"What kind of magic is that?!"
With a shocked look on his face, Zhao Qianlin waved his sleeves and threw out a round shield. He crossed his hands and the round shield immediately trembled and swelled, blocking the whole person behind him.
Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!
The purple shadows continued to fall, and the dense impact sound was like a line, resounding through the void.
With each impact, Zhao Qianlin's face became paler. Even though he gritted his teeth, he couldn't help but step back, feeling horrified.
"Such...power!"
Zhao Qianlin secretly hated him, "Damn it, this person is clearly ranked outside the 10,000, but he is so strong! There is no trace of physical training, he is definitely not a god, he is a powerful person who can overcome tribulations! If I don't admit defeat, I will definitely die!"
He made a quick calculation in his mind and decided to admit defeat.
But how could Ling Qinglan let him have his way? Whenever he tried to spare the energy to admit defeat, he would force him back.
"Zhao Qianlin was actually suppressed and beaten by 10,000 people from outside?"
"Tsk tsk, Zhao Qianlin is also a genius in the first echelon after all. His strength is only lower than those of the great saints, and even more powerful than the ordinary great saints of the Holy Sect. He was beaten by an unknown young man until he even gave up. Neither can be done.”
"Is this Qingshui Realm about to undergo a major change?"
After many geniuses were stunned, they all had their own thoughts.
When things go wrong, there must be monsters. Dark horses happen every year, but situations like this are rare.
Lu Xuan looked at the one-sided crushing in the field, his heart was awe-inspiring and thoughtful.
"This person is extremely powerful. He could suppress Zhao Qianlin in an instant, but he chose to play cat and mouse. There is a hint of anger, could it be because of the female cultivator who died just now..."
He glanced at Su Li, who looked indifferent, and then glanced at Yan Ziye, whose face was expressionless, and his eyes suddenly sank.
"Could it be..."
"I admit it!"
Zhao Qianlin spurted blood from his mouth, flew out in a state of embarrassment, and fell hard to the ground, dragging a line of blood.
Ling Qinglan retracted her sleeves, folded them up, and walked step by step with a cold expression.
"Did I let you talk?"
Zhao Qianlin's face was ashen and he wanted to get up, but his body was shaking uncontrollably. It was obvious that he was at the end of his strength.
"Let me go, I have no enmity or grudge against you!"
A hoarse voice sounded in Ling Qinglan's ears.
Ling Qinglan smiled slightly, with cold eyes, "No grievances or grudges? Going down to accompany Ying Qiao'er earlier is the most important thing for you to do now."
"Ying Qiao'er! That female cultivator?"
Zhao Qianlin's eyes widened, and he finally understood why he was in such trouble. He felt extremely regretful, and immediately ignored the warning from the previous person and quickly sent a message.
"Wait! I was also ordered by someone to kill Ying Qiao'er by mistake! Now that I think about it, she clearly wanted me to make enemies with you, and then destroy the relationship between the Han Sect and the Guizong!"
Ling Qinglan's kneading movements slowed down and she frowned slightly, "Who is she?"
Zhao Qianlin breathed a sigh of relief, "I can tell you, but only if you let me go and let me admit defeat safely!"
There was ridicule in Ling Qinglan's eyes, "Let you go? Are you dreaming?"
Zhao Qianlin's face changed slightly, "I am Zhao Qianyuan's biological brother. If you kill me, he will not let you go! Why offend the entire Han Sect for a dead person?!"
The mocking look at the corner of Ling Qinglan's mouth became thicker, and the magic formula of her hands changed. Two purple shadows instantly penetrated through Zhao Qianlin's chest, bringing out a vibrant heart.
dirty.
Zhao Qianlin's face instantly turned pale, the strange-shaped jade pendant around his neck flashed rapidly, and he looked up longingly.
In the space of the Seventh Throne, a man whose face was sixty percent similar to Zhao Qianlin suddenly woke up from his trance. He stretched out his hand to hold the strange-shaped jade pendant around his neck. His eyes were as deep as a deep pool. He was silent for a moment and then closed his eyes again.
The Seventh Throne remained silent for a long time. Zhao Qianlin's bloodless face was blank for a moment, and suddenly he laughed like crazy.
"Hahahaha, Zhao Qianyuan!"
Zhao Qianlin suddenly raised his head, the jealousy in his eyes seemed to burn the void. He stared at Ling Qinglan for a moment, trembling, grabbed his heart like a madman, and crushed it to pieces!
Ling Qinglan was stunned and unconsciously let go of the magic formula.
Zhao Qianlin has an average physique. He has lost his heart and his body has been destroyed. There is no possibility of life or death.
"Those who kill will always be killed."
Zhao Qianlin's weak voice sounded, with deep hatred, "I don't hate you, I can even tell you who is hindering it. But in exchange, you have to kill Zhao Qianyuan!"
"Everything like brothers and sisters is all fake!"
Zhao Qianlin became weaker and weaker, laughing so hard that his mouth was full of blood, "Can you do it?"
Ling Qinglan nodded, "Even if you don't tell me, no one in the Han Sect will be able to leave Shengxian Mountain alive."
Zhao Qianlin was slightly startled when he saw Ling Qinglan reveal a smile and reached out to extinguish the last bit of aura on the former's forehead.
"Even...sir will not allow the Han Sect to continue to exist. You can go with peace of mind."
"Sir...that's it."
Zhao Qianlin suddenly realized something and closed his eyes with a trace of peace.
"Ranking 13332 wins, promotion: 388!"
…
The whole place was silent.
Several people in the immortal platform around Lu Xuan frowned.
"Zhao Qianlin's strength is by no means weak, yet he died so simply in the hands of this person. This person's strength... can be ranked among the top thirty."
"The blood disaster of the Holy Spirit has affected many sects. Many saints and saints have broken through taboos and achieved the state of transcending tribulation, which is comparable to the elders of the Holy Sect. The top thirty are all in the state of transcending tribulation, which means that this person has also broken through. Taboo, in the period of transcending tribulation."
"We rely on the sect's remaining shadow, what does this person rely on?"
Thinking of this, many people's expressions changed slightly, and they all thought of a guess, and then they all looked at a young man in black robes with a thunder pattern between his eyebrows.
The young man had no choice but to say: "I just looked at it with the pupil technique, and I couldn't see any flaws. He shouldn't have changed his face."
Everyone was immediately disappointed.
"Even Holy Son Fenglei can't figure it out. It seems that the guess is wrong."
Lu Xuan's eyes flashed, and he suddenly remembered what Su Jiuzhou had asked him about the blood disaster of the Holy Spirit. Is it possible that the secret technique they used to disguise themselves could not even be seen by the Phoenix Thunder Holy Sect's pupil technique
"Su Jiuzhou, the same surname is Su, how can there be such a coincidence in the world? Those Holy Sects back then seemed to be in trouble."
Lu Xuan was quite gloating in his heart. He didn't have a good impression of those Mingzong scoundrels at all.
On the other side, Ling Qinglan returned to Sendai and received a look of awe.
"Sir, before Zhao Qianlin died..."
After listening to what Ling Qinglan said, Su Li nodded slightly, pondered for a moment, and then sent a message to Lu Xuan.
"How much does Fellow Daoist Lu know about Tian Meiji of Mei Sect?"
Lu Xuan was slightly startled when he heard this, and quickly reacted, "It's her?!"
He frowned for a moment and then said: "The Mei Sect is in our Holy Snow Territory, and I have heard about its sect's geniuses. Originally a good friend of my younger brother, Xuan Mei Ji is the leader of the next generation. Although Tian Mei Ji is She is a saint, but she is unable to gain power due to her low talent. It is very likely that when Xuanmei Ji grows up, Tianmei Ji will abdicate. But just a few years ago, Tianmei Ji suddenly had an explosion of talent, and her cultivation level skyrocketed, spanning several In the great realm, I went directly from the bottom of the list of geniuses to the stage of transcending tribulation. I became one of the top thirty figures on the list of geniuses. There is less and less news about my brother's good friend."
At this point, Lu Xuan paused slightly and carefully said: "Fellow Daoist Su, since I can know your identity. It is very likely that Mei Ji also knew that day. Your junior sister was killed just now. I guess she was targeting you. .”
"It's indeed her."
Su Li nodded without hesitation, with a smile on his lips, and nodded, "Thank you, fellow Taoist Lu, for letting me know. No one needs to intervene in this matter, I will handle it myself."
"Fellow Daoist Su is serious."
Lu Xuan had some guesses about Su Li's identity. Hearing these words, he felt flattered. The questions swirling in his mind came to his lips several times, but in the end he could not ask them.
The battle of Tianjiao entered the normal process again. Su Li sat back on the Sendai and did not go to see Tian Meiji's Sendai.
To her, that didn't make sense.
The secret space calmed down, but the atmosphere outside became increasingly tense. Even the main hall where the images were viewed was affected. High-level officials from the Holy Sect came to interrogate one after another.
Huo Shichun and Xuan'an had no problem with their backgrounds, so they were fooled quickly.
After watching the people from the Holy Sect leave, Huo Shichun breathed a long sigh of relief and said carefully: "The ones who killed Zhao Qianlin were the same group of people who met Lord Qingshui before, right?"
Xuan An nodded fearfully, "I didn't expect them to be so scary. I seemed to have made a lot of jokes with them."
"Where did these people come from? If we could pull them all into the Holy Land, what a force it would be."
Huo Shichun thought about it and sighed, "The outside world is in chaos now. Master Qingshui and the others have received absolute attention. I hope they can get through this disaster safely."
Xuan'an's eyes flashed and he nodded.
Based on his understanding of his sister, he always felt that the current situation was all expected by her.
"Sister, what does she... want to do?"
Xuan'an's heart beat slightly faster and he took a deep breath to calm down.
Time passes
It has passed in the blink of an eye, and it has been half a year since the third round of the Sendai War began.
In the past three months, the number of substitutions in First Sendai has been much less than in the previous three months. The number of fallen geniuses has also decreased, and there will be even fewer in the next six months.
It is worth mentioning that although Jiang Run's cultivation level is not high, he has survived until now. His cultivation level also broke through in the battle and reached the late stage of divine transformation. He relied on the secret technique passed down to him by Ling Mo to stay on the edge of 20,000.
It is extremely difficult to be able to do this.
"This boy is a good young man. He will give Ling Mo an advantage."
There was a hint of envy in Ling Qinglan's words. Ever since Su Li destroyed the Yin clan, his skills were on the verge of being lost and he really needed to find a successor.
"After this incident, you have enough time to find it."
Su Li said casually and sent a message to Jiang Run, "Act according to your ability and keep your trump cards. Your master is still counting on you to see him die."
Jiang Run was adjusting his breath, and when he suddenly heard these words, he almost lost his way.
"Ahem, thank you Lord Qingshui for your concern. Disciples have their own discretion."