PNB Chapter 335 The Building Will Fall
Chapter 335 The Building Will Fall
The saved casual cultivators rushed into the black market one after another in order to vent their anger accumulated over the years.
Some of them voluntarily took the magic water, while some were abducted by tricks.
Therefore, when the first group of people arrived at the entrance of the black market, there were already corpses and bloodstains all over the ground.
A large number of people crossed the sea of blood and all flocked to the black market.
At the end of the dark passage, the ancient black door has disappeared.
Those casual cultivators just opened the door for them in advance.
The streets of the black market were extremely empty, with a dark wind blowing, and the shops lined up along the roadside were all closed, and there was no one there.
After walking for two or three miles, a black shadow drifted ahead.
A large group of black-clothed killers stood in front.
"Du Qianfeng, the chief culprit of the poisonous water, is right there, everyone, follow me to fight."
A black shadow stood above the eaves, and Wan Qiu was by his side.
Du Qianfeng's expression was stern, and the poisonous mist was lingering between his raised hands, and the dark green was blowing like a gust of wind, and the poison could be smelled just by the smell.
"How can you understand my painstaking efforts? Shenshui is thousands of times stronger than Xuemu tea."
He waited nearly 500 years before he had the chance to fight against the master soul doctor. With the magic water, he became one of the top ten black envoys in one fell swoop, on an equal footing with the master soul doctor.
These people have no idea how much effort he has put in.
"Kill the past and avenge those who died in vain!"
The sound of shouting and killing shook the heavens, and the sound of rushing footsteps became more and more dense.
Several figures rushed over, like arrows piercing through water, piercing fiercely among thousands of people, and immediately tore a bloody hole in the black.
Most of the killers in the black market have the cultivation level of the Chakra Realm, and the weakest ones have the Transcendence Realm, while the weakest cultivation bases on the other side are only the Daoist Realm.
This is a very tragic fight.
The people from the meeting hall have not yet arrived, and most of these people are casual cultivators called by Gu Jun.
Although they are weak, they are numerous and complex. Even if the black market wants to completely eliminate them, it will take some effort.
Every entrance to the black market was blocked by casual cultivators, as if trying to trap them to death.
Roaring, shouting, endless.
At the end of the darkness, the group of people who were poisoned by the divine water also struggled to get up.
No one will be oppressed all the time, no matter how silent people are, they will eventually speak.
"Du Qianfeng, take your life—"
An old man jumped out from the crowd, he actually had the cultivation of breaking the spirit realm, he picked up an iron spear and stabbed at the people on the eaves.
Loose cultivator Zhao Cang, who had killed a Taixu Realm with the cultivation base of the Shattering Spirit Realm before retiring from the world, is a rare and peerless power among the Loose Cultivators.
He realized Soul Melting 300 years ago.
Du Qianfeng's figure flew back, and the iron spear in the old man's hand stuck to the trend. If there was any substance in the majestic spear, it came straight to his face.
The soul power of the Soul Breaking Realm surged around, like a fire dragon, with a magnificent momentum.
Although Du Qianfeng has lived for thousands of years and has reached the pinnacle of poison skills, he is only good at poisoning and not good at attacking. He turned his head and shouted coldly: "When will you see?"
After the words fell, two black shadows gradually appeared, and the faces and figures of the two were almost exactly the same.
Among the top ten black envoys, all of them are in the spirit breaking realm, especially the two brothers Lin Wei and Lin Yan are the strongest.
Zhao Cang's eyes became more and more fierce.
"Although this old man has killed countless people, he still has a conscience. It's really sad that the black market is killing itself now."
Du Qianfeng turned slightly to the left, dodging the heavy blow of the old man, the gun hit the ground and even the tip of the gun was deeply inserted into the soil, the old man took a breath while holding the gun.
He jumped up, stepped on Zhao Cang's iron spear, and saw that he nodded slightly, moved his weight down, and stretched his hands to his waist. A handful of invisible poisonous powder scattered in all directions, and the air Carries poisonous gas.
The old man was finally forced to stay away, Du Qianfeng heaved a sigh of relief, and gave the space to the two behind him.
The Lin family brothers were expressionless and moved like the wind.
I saw that the whole world turned into a huge knife behind the man who was squatting at the head of the gun. Just as he was about to strike straight down from the top of his head, the other man moved his hand holding the handle of the knife tacitly.
The old man turned over violently, retreating more than ten meters in a row, strands of white hair slowly fell from his ears, and was kicked away in the chest.
The Lin brothers are indeed very strong.
The old man stabilized his figure, took a deep breath, and couldn't help becoming dignified.
After all is old.
Before the three of them met again, several figures flashed in the distance again.
"Brother Zhao, Fang Yan is here to help you."
"Qin Yuan came to help."
Fang Yan, a casual cultivator, breaks the spiritual realm and comprehends the broken body.
Cultivate Qin Yuan loosely, break through the spirit realm and comprehend the fusion of souls.
They are all people with extremely high status among casual cultivators.
Seeing the hidden strong man appearing, the other people below rekindled their extinguished confidence, as if they had a leader.
There were countless casualties in this battle, but it was not the final decisive battle.
In the darkness, the shadows walked back and forth.
The person sitting on top leaned slightly, and said in a cold tone, "How's the talk going?"
"There is no news from the meeting hall, but the Xuancang hall has returned..." The man was extremely hesitant.
"Say." The aura on the man's body can be described as raging.
"Xuantangdian said, unless the black market is willing to be annexed by Xuancangdian."
"Snapped--"
The surrounding wall lamps were shaking, and the walls were shattered.
"Heh—what a big tone. When my black market family was the dominant one, Xuancang Palace was still a young man. Didn't he think that if he swallowed Qingyun Palace, he would be lawless?"
The man was furious.
The situation became more and more uncontrollable, he originally wanted to push Du Qianfeng out, but compared to the black market, he only lost a poison master.
"Such a big anger, could it be related to me?" The abrupt female voice made people tense instantly.
The black market is in jeopardy.
In front of the man, a figure of a woman appeared, beautiful and charming.
"you are?"
It's no wonder that the man didn't know each other, since Shen Yu took charge of Xuancang Palace, she has been using Gu Ming to block the knife, and has never appeared in front of others.
It can be said that apart from the old disciples and elders who are still alive in Xuancang Palace, almost no one knows about Shen Yu.
Shen Yu ignored it, turned around a few steps in the hall, picked up an object, and threw it down as if extremely disgusted.
Even through the phantom, the faint fragrance floating on the body seems to be able to spread to the tip of everyone's nose.
"Blood Curse Clan?"
Shen Yu looked through the hall and was really disappointed.
"The black market is not like this?"
Speaking of revealing the main hall of Xuancang Palace, all kinds of exquisite high-level objects are filled in the main hall, even those who do not cultivate soul power can feel the luxury of the main hall.
The man's gaze was fixed on Gu Ming behind her.
Thinking of the actions of Xuan Cang Palace during this period, the man couldn't help frowning: "What do you think?"
"Consider what I said, you know, the black market is a mess these days."
The man sneered.
"Even if the black market dies, it will never be under the control of others."
"What's more, the feet of a hundred insects are dead but not stiff."
Shen Yu glanced at him amusedly, this man is really terribly conceited.
"Wait and see."
Shen Yu disappeared quickly and without nostalgia, which gave the man an illusion: the black market really seemed to have lost all its allure.
"My lord, our people can't get out. The people from the Hall of Discussion and the Hall of Nine Jues have already set up barriers around the black market."
They are determined to wipe out the black market.
"Then we won't make it easier for them." The man laughed wildly.
The ambition of that woman just now is very obvious, even at this time, she can still make a request to help the black market, so naturally she will not let the meeting hall go.
Since they sincerely want the black market to die, then he will drag everyone into the water.
"Gather everyone, and when the people from the Conference Hall and Jiujue Hall arrive, we will do it."