"I'll go take a look..." Qian Xiao looked around and said to Xun Zhuoyi.
"What are you going to do?" Xun Zhuoyi pulled Gan Xiao's sleeves and said, "You are a disciple of Yu Lei Sect!"
"I'm even more of a human race from the Ten Thousand Demon Realm!" Gan Xiao pulled out his sleeves angrily, Xun Zhuoyi had no choice but to let go, and said via voice transmission, "If there is any difference, come and find me, the master has left a magic weapon..."
"Hmph..." Gan Xiao snorted coldly, and flew away without looking back.
"Everyone..." Gan Xiao just flew out, and the Nascent Soul Nvxiu named Xiaomei flew up with the blood tablet in her hand, and said loudly, "This is a magic weapon obtained by a fellow Taoist. It is said that when this magic weapon is fully activated , Comparable to a full-strength attack by a ninth-rank monk of Yuanli! I know that we are just ants in Meng Pingqing's eyes, as low-level monks are small, but we are also human races from the Myriad Monster Realm, and we also have the grace of Xiao Sheng to save the world. Thanks to the Good Fortune Gate’s expedition to the Ten Thousand Demon Realm, we just want to ask Meng Pingqing why he killed the Good Fortune Gate and why he sacrificed millions of disciples with blood!”
Gan Xiao stopped, his heart was touched, yes, although these monks are very weak, they can kill hundreds of people with a single slap, but their aura is not inferior to him, what qualifications do he have to stop them? What qualifications do I have to ask them?
"We have to tell Meng Pingqing, don't think that he is going to become a great sage of the human race, don't think that he is the supreme being in the world, and we will definitely listen to him! Before justice, all monks are equal!"
"We also want to tell Meng Pingqing, don't think that after 30,000 years, no one will ask the truth about the past, and no one will think about the kindness of the past. Time may dilute the hatred, but it will definitely make the anger more brewing! "
"We are ants, we are weak, but our hearts are not weak, our hearts are still huge..."
"Brush..." Gan Xiao's eyes were a little hazy, and tears couldn't help gushing out. Yes, he complained about his weakness just now.
"Come on..." the Nascent Soul cultivator named Qin Mei raised her hand, and the blood stele flew into the air, "Pfft" she was the first to spurt out blood, and shouted, "Bring our blood, let the blood stele Saving the wishes of all of us, we want to hear, Meng Pingqing, why did you kill the Good Fortune Gate? If you think you can cover the sky with one hand, then... come! We are not afraid of death, we are afraid of such an unclear life!!! "
"That's right! We're not afraid of death, we're afraid of such an unclear life!!!" Gan Xiao clenched his fists tightly, tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, he felt that Qin Mei's words touched his heart!
"I'm coming, I'm coming..."
"Puff puff..." All around Qin Mei, monks scrambled to be the first to spurt mouthfuls of blood. The palm-sized blood tablet gradually grew bigger, and the blood on the blood tablet became thicker and thicker. A strange rune gradually There are prototypes.
"Haha, haha..." Meng Pingqing, who was congealing blood-colored dragon patterns in the distance, looked up to the sky and laughed. He waved his hand, and the thirty-three celestial alliance leaders stood up, and the voice sounded like thunder, "It's just a group of small ants. If you are arrogant in front of you, you don't even know what it means to be a great sage of the human race!"
"We don't know what the great sage of the human race means!" Long Wuqian flew out and said coldly, "But we know that killing the fortune gate means betrayal, and blood sacrifice to the disciples of the fortune gate means extinction, and you, you have Demon dragon bloodline, this means that you... are not a pure human race!!"
"Ah? Demon dragon, the blood of the demon dragon??"
Li Nianxiao and others were startled, and hurriedly looked at the bloodstains on Meng Pingqing's body!
"Haha, what does a little Qi refining disciple know?" Meng Pingqing didn't panic at all, and laughed again, "This old man has dragon energy in his blood. This is something that all the leaders of the Heavenly Alliance know. ?”
"I said that you are the blood of the devil dragon, that is the blood of the devil dragon!" Long Wuqian shouted, "Your blood of the devil dragon is just covered by...the immortals using immortal methods!"
"Get out!" Meng Pingqing roared in a low voice, "Papa..." Long Wuqian's body exploded immediately.
"What are you doing!" Qin Jian rushed out, caught Long Wuqian who had fallen into the air, and roared at Meng Pingqing, "You are so angry from embarrassment, if you are not afraid, why don't you let him finish?"
"Nonsense!" Meng Pingqing ignored it and continued to urge the dragon pattern to condense her body!
Gan Xiaofei came over, supported Long Wuqian, and fed him a panacea. Long Wuqian nodded at him, still standing tenaciously in the air.
I don't know if he was harassed or encountered a bottleneck. The dragon pattern condensed on Meng Pingqing's abdomen and stopped. The surrounding thunder was still soaring into the sky, but Meng Pingqing's face showed anxiety, and he couldn't help but look at the sky.
The sky was as clear as blue, the sun hadn't set yet, and the moon hadn't risen yet, but unfortunately, two suns and three moons were hanging in the sky at the same time.
"Pfft..." When the last mouthful of blood was sprayed in, the blood tablet was more than a hundred feet in size, Long Wuqian flew out with difficulty, raised his hand and the blood tablet flew towards him, and said, "It's my turn!"
"You... you'd better forget it..." Qin Jian hastily blocked him, and said, "You are already injured, and if you use your essence and blood, it will be bad for Daoji!"
"You don't need it!" Gan Xiao raised his hand to block the blood tablet, and with his big hand, the blood tablet gradually shrunk. He said to Long Wuqian, "Just follow me!"
"Okay!" Long Wuqian thought for a moment, nodded in agreement, then turned around and bowed to the millions of low-ranking monks, "Longmou pleads guilty, but Longmou also assures fellow Taoists that the blood monument is in Longmou Now, the Blood Stele Broken Dragon is dead!"
After speaking, Long Wuqian resolutely followed Gan Xiao to the edge of the sword array!
"Meng Pingqing..." Long Wuqian stood still in the sword formation, raised his hand to sacrifice the blood stele, looked at Meng Pingqing and said, "I, Long Wuqian, represent 4.32 million monks, and even more so represent tens of billions or tens of billions of monks who cannot The human race who came to Qingtian Peak asked you, why did you kill the Good Fortune Gate, why did you sacrifice millions of disciples with blood!!!”
"Hmph..." Meng Pingqing's eyes flashed with lightning, and he said coldly, "You wait for a yellow-mouthed child, I don't want to open my mouth, but if you make such a big stunt, if I don't say it, I will look guilty! I have never sacrificed blood!" There are millions of Fortune Sect disciples, and even if the old man kills the Good Fortune Sect, so what? The Good Fortune Sect at this time is no longer Xiao Sheng’s Good Fortune Sect, but just one school and one sect... "
"Bullshit..." Before Meng Pingqing could finish speaking, another roar came from another direction, but he saw a monk with a broken arm holding a flying sword coming!
"Chen Mengxiao, it's Chen Mengxiao..."
"The head of Good Fortune Sect, he... why did he appear?"
"Meng Pingqing said a year ago that he would become a saint at Qingtian Peak. Isn't this a letter of war? How could Chen Mengxiao not come?"
"How is it possible?" Even Meng Pingqing was surprised, and thought to himself, "This is where the old man and Chen Mengxiao almost lost each other! Chen Mengxiao's head, left hand and right foot were all destroyed by the old man. Oh, by the way, his right The eye was also caught by the old man, he... how could he recover so well? The old man has a chance, he won't?"