Chapter 22 You Are Surrounded By Me Alone
The dark ancient palace.
As soon as everyone entered, there was a thunder spring in front of them, with countless electric snakes swimming in it, containing terrifying power and making crackling sounds from time to time.
You don’t need to test to know what will happen if you fall into it? "This is actually a spring pool made entirely of thunder!"
Everyone looked shocked, looking at the scene in front of them, and they didn't come back to their senses for a long time.
Monks in the Tribulation Stage need to survive thunder tribulations before they can enter the realm of ascension and become heavenly beings.
But again.
If you fail to overcome the tribulation, you will die on the spot. At first, they thought that this was the case for the owner of this dojo.
But look now.
First, there were thunder beasts protecting the mausoleum, and now the thunder beasts are used as springs.
How could a master of the dojo with such ability fall into a thunder catastrophe? Everyone began to realize something was wrong.
The mighty ruins here seemed not as simple as they imagined.
"It seems that if you want to get the treasure in this ancient dojo, you must first cross the thunder spring."
Mu Qingyan frowned.
Looking into the distance, about a hundred miles away from Leiquan, there is an unnamed stone tablet, which must belong to the owner of this place.
"Saint, we'll stop Ye Qing for you, and you can take the opportunity to cross the river."
At this time, it was finally time for all the major sects to meet, and a few guardians from the Tianhu Sect were the first to stand up.
"Fozi, you cross the river first, and we will stop the other competitors for you."
Several monks from the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect also came forward.
This time, the Wanfo Sect leader was an old monk with white eyebrows.
The old monk clasped his hands together: "Amitabha!"
Then, he took a step forward and blocked the shore of the thunder pool.
"Goddess, you cross the river first, and we will come later."
From the Tianmo Sect, a beautiful young woman came out and stood side by side with the white-browed old monk.
"Where are the disciples of Zhenwu Sect!"
Lin Beihe also pretended to be pretentious and shouted in a solemn voice.
Behind him, a group of Zhenwu Sect disciples came out in response.
"Cross the river!"
Accompanied by this roar.
Lin Beihe's figure rushed out at the same time, fighting with the masters of the three major sects.
"metropolitan!!!"
All the disciples of the Zhenwu Sect turned around and saw the frail figure of their sect leader in the melee, with tears filling their eyes.
Their sect master is really great...
However, they probably could not have imagined that at this moment, their "sect leader" had only one idea in his head.
"Don't even think about living. Anything that falls within my territory of Dazhou belongs to me, Lin Beihe."
Considering that Ye Qing may return to this body at any time.
Lin Beihe fought against the powerful men of the three major sects without any mercy at all.
Every move and style is a way of exchanging injury for injury.
What was originally a four-party wrestling situation suddenly turned him into a one-on-three fight.
Seeing this scene in the eyes of all the Zhenwu Sect members, the masters of the three major religions united to target their sect leader.
Then my heart became even more tragic, and I hated myself for being weak at this time.
Why?Why are they so weak?He couldn't even fight side by side with the sect master.
Our great sect master, you can go with peace of mind, we will definitely return to the sect with the final harvest.
At this thought, many Zhenwu Sect members wiped away their tears and began to chase the three great disciples ahead.
The three sect masters who saw Lin Beihe fighting were shocked and angry.
Is this guy Ye Qing crazy today? The younger generation is fighting over each other, so we elders can’t just pretend to be so.
Do you really want to live or die with us?
After a while, the more they fought, the more helpless they felt.
After all, Lin Beihe, who was now controlling Ye Qing's body, was constantly exchanging injuries for injuries, or even his life for injuries.
He looks like a mad dog.
Who dares to fight a mad dog?
"Damn it, why did Ye Qing suddenly become so difficult!"
"Damn, this isn't a fight at all, this is risking our lives!"
good chance.
Lin Beihe's eyes lit up and he spotted the opportunity.
"Grass word sword art!"
A faint voice rang in the ears of a strong man from Tianzhu Sect.
Immediately, a terrifying sword intent that made him tremble swept through his body in an the terrifying sword intent, he felt as if he was being suppressed by a huge mountain, unable to move.
And the owner of this voice was none other than Lin Beihe.
puff.
The sound of sword energy piercing the air and piercing flesh was heard, followed by another human head falling to the ground.
Blood spilled on the void! A peak Nascent Soul powerhouse fell like this.
"hiss……"
Seeing this, the remaining two powerful sects gasped and couldn't help but take a few steps back, staring at Lin Beihe with fear on their faces.
On the other side, many sect forces that had just entered the ancient palace saw an elder from the Tianlu Sect being killed by Lin Beihe's sword as soon as they entered.
His face was suddenly full of horror.
"The master of the Zhenwu Sect actually has such a peerless swordsmanship hidden away."
"I'm afraid the strong men from the three major sects won't be able to stop him."
"I, Iron Master, have withdrawn from the competition for the ruins. I don't want the treasure in this dojo anymore."
This sentence seemed to trigger some kind of chain reaction.
"Then I don't want it either."
"I'm going to exit barefoot."
Suddenly, a large number of monks flocked to the exit of the secret realm.
Don't run away...
Lin Beihe couldn't help but feel anxious when he saw this scene.
His purpose is to enter all the monks of the Mighty Site.
Naturally, we must try our best to weaken the combat effectiveness of all the sect forces here.
How can we allow them to retreat?
In just an instant, Lin Beihe had an idea.
"puff."
Lin Beihe bit the tip of his tongue, and a mouthful of blood shot out of his mouth, pretending to be seriously injured.
"Ye Qing can't hold it anymore!"
"We still have a chance."
"Kill, let's go together and join forces to strangle Ye Qing first."
Upon discovering Lin Beihe's anomaly, the group of monks who had fled immediately turned around again.
"Damn it, you actually used the human wave tactic against me despicably."
Lin Beihe clutched his chest, looking shaky.
"Hahahaha, of course we will use any means to deal with this madman like you, Ye Qing. If you don't die, we will be the ones who die today."
The cultivators swarmed forward.
Lin Beihe also pretended to be sad and angry and continued his "exchanging injuries for injuries."
But soon.
These people noticed something was wrong.
It was obvious that Ye Qing had already been beaten and had no power to fight back.
Why is the battle still so lively and vigorous until now?
"not good!"
One of the monks suddenly shouted, "Ye Qing was not injured at all. He deliberately lured us closer. Let's leave quickly!"
Hear this.
The monks who were still charging ahead suddenly woke up.
But it was too late, they were already surrounded by Lin Beihe alone.
"The grass-word sword formula."
A dazzling sword light suddenly swept out.
In an instant, several monks were cut in half, and blood splashed out, filling the void.
At this moment, he seemed to be in a deserted place, exuding a terrifying power that was frightening.
The long sword in his hand was swung, and the sword light burst out all over the sky, like the Milky Way pouring down, dazzling.
"Puuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."
Heads were thrown up one by one.
The blood mist exploded.
Lin Beihe stands proudly in the void.
Bloody all over.
At this point, except for a few monks who escaped from the ancient palace, the rest were all dead.
And only the white-browed old monk, the protector of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect, and the beautiful young woman of the Tianmo Sect were left at the scene.
(End of this chapter)