Volume 3 Ancient Battlefield - Good Luck Chapter 234: Son of the Divine Sky VS the Lord of the Evil Spirit Palace
Shen Tian snorted coldly, and punched out with his fist covered with one yuan of heavy water.
The surging power of gods and demons is added to the one-yuan heavy water, making the heavy water more powerful.
The face of the evil spirit cultist with a melon face suddenly changed, and he quickly cast a spell to condense a black, hideous evil flower in front of him.
This flower exudes a strong evil aura, and screams can be vaguely heard among the blooming flowers. It is obviously not a serious spell.
Shen Tian could clearly feel the evil and weirdness of this black flower-shaped spell.
But he didn't care, because absolute power could crush everything.
Shen Tian's fist was not blocked by the evil flower's spell, but directly shattered the evil flower into pieces.
Then, his fist smashed the cultist's chest with great force, sending him flying dozens of feet away.
The power of one punch is so terrifying!
The cultists in the entire valley were all stunned.
"Good boy, I underestimated you," the Blood Robe Palace Master said with a smile, "You just called yourself the Holy Son?"
"There are only two holy places, Yaochi and Shenxiao, in this ancient battlefield. There is no Holy Son in Yaochi Holy Land, so you are Shen Tian, the Holy Son of Shenxiao?"
The Blood Robe Palace Master looked at Shen Tian and couldn't help but applaud softly: "It is said that Shen Tian, the Holy Son of Shenxiao, is not only extremely talented and courageous, but also has a face that can drive even the saints and fairies crazy."
"I didn't believe it at first, but now that I see you, I believe it."
"Shen Tian, your appearance is no less than that of me when I was young."
Quiet.
The entire canyon was silent.
The black-robed deacons all looked at the blood-robed Palace Master with strange eyes.
As for Shen Tian, he retreated quietly and headed out of the valley.
The Blood Robe Palace Master said calmly: "Ahem, don't think about running away, you won't have any chance. Shen Tian, how about we make a deal?"
Shen Tian was slightly stunned: "Transaction? What transaction?"
The Blood Robe Palace Master smiled and said, "I hope you can join my sect. If you are willing, I can personally accept you as my disciple."
"With your talent, luck, and appearance, coupled with my guidance, it won't be difficult for you to become the Supreme Son of our religion in the future."
"You should know that the Holy Son of our religion has more power than the Holy Sons of those holy places. Consider it!"
The evil spirit cult wants to recruit my son into the cult?
Shen Tian was completely confused. Does this Saint Son look like a criminal?
"Thank you for your kindness, Lord, but I am afraid I am not worthy of it. I still have clothes to confiscate in Xianmen Town. Goodbye."
After saying that, the Vermillion Bird Thunder Armor suddenly condensed on Shen Tian's body, and he turned into a red divine shadow and rushed out of the valley.
"Haha, it's great to be young."
The Blood Robe Palace Master smiled and said, "It's a pity that it's not up to you to decide whether to join the sect or not."
"If we can attract such a good seedling to join the church , it will be of great benefit to the development of believers in the future."
“Heitian, Heixuan, please keep the Holy Son of Shenxiao here! I will have a heart-to-heart talk with him later, and I am sure I can convince him to join the Holy Church.”
After saying that, the Blood Robe Palace Master sat down leisurely on the chair and looked at Shen Tian with admiration.
It seems... he is waiting to see what more waves Shen Tian can make.
"Yes, Palace Master!"
Two of the most powerful beings walked out from the black-robed butlers, their bodies shrouded in black aura.
The two men grinned and reached out to grab Shen Tian.
Suddenly, endless black air surged up, instantly catching up with Shen Tian, and condensed into a huge evil palm, overturning down.
"Stay here for me!"
The cultivation of each of these two has reached the peak of the Nascent Soul Stage, and one foot has already stepped into the Spirit Transformation Stage, and they are working together.
The power of this evil handprint is enough to make even the strong ones in the Spirit Transformation Stage take it seriously.
Shen Tian knew that even though his current strength was much greater than before, he still couldn't block this move.
"Why do you force me? Why do you force me!"
Shen Tian took out a golden token from his arms with great sorrow: "Why do you force me to destroy you?"
These are the three life-saving hairs given by Master. Every time I use them, they are gone!
With a grit of his teeth, Shen Tian input his magic power into the Holy Son Order to activate it.
Boom ~!
In an instant, the entire Holy Son Order burst into divine light, and a powerful and majestic aura swept across hundreds of miles.
A shadow holding a book in the left hand and a sword in the right hand, with the whole body shrouded in thunder and fairy light, slowly appeared in the canyon.
Facing the huge handprint grabbing towards Shen Tian, the phantom slowly thrust out the magic sword in his hand.
Suddenly, thick clouds rolled up in the sky, and endless thunders floated and flashed in it, and then turned into pillars of lightning and gathered on the fairy sword in the phantom's hand.
Boom~!
Rumble rumble~!
Rumble rumble rumble rumble~!
The originally silver sword turned faintly purple under the continuous condensation of thunder.
A terrifying giant thunder sword that was a hundred feet long appeared in the black valley, illuminating the entire valley.
"The divine power of heaven, lead it with the sword!"
The phantom spoke slowly, with unquestionable majesty in his voice, as if he was punishing on behalf of God.
The moment the phantom appeared, panic appeared on the faces of all the cultists in the canyon. They were instinctively suppressed.
Especially Heitian and Heixuan who were facing the phantom, the evil spirit in their bodies was dissipating and they were trembling constantly.
Without external help, they would almost certainly die under this level of attack.
After all, thunder is the energy of heaven's punishment, and it is the best way to restrain evil.
"Zhang Longyuan is really willing to do this, so cruel!"
The Blood Robe Palace Master's face changed slightly. Although he was a saint in the first stage of the Tribulation Crossing Period, he was not afraid of the attacks split out by the Divine Sky Saint Lord.
But just because he is not afraid doesn't mean his men can withstand the attack.
After all, if he didn't lend a helping hand, no cultist in the canyon would be able to escape unscathed from such an attack.
"Bone Blood Palm Print!!!"
A dry hand stretched out from under the blood-red robe.
This palm is so dry that there is almost no flesh or veins visible.
But the entire palm was a strange blood red color, and the palm and the back of the palm were covered with strange lines.
He suddenly stretched out his palm to block the thunder sword swung by the Holy Lord's phantom, and a giant palm print suddenly appeared in the void.
This is a bloody bone palm print, exuding an extremely eerie aura.
Looking at this bloody palm print, it was as if seeing a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
…
The Shenxiao Thunder Sword finally collided with the Blood Palm Seal, and the mountains collapsed and the earth cracked in an instant.
The terrifying energy tide suddenly swept over dozens of miles, and obvious vibrations could be felt within a thousand miles.
"It seems that I can't hide it anymore!"
The Blood Robe Palace Master's face darkened slightly: "Since you insist on forcing me to do this, then don't blame me for making things completely out of hand."
"Don't think that if you alert the elders of Xianmen Town, they will come to rescue you. You don't know what a saint is like!"
"Before they get here, I will make you obedient and then take you away in a grand manner!"
Taking a deep breath, the Blood Robe Palace Master suddenly waved his sleeves.
In an instant, the smoke and dust in the entire valley dissipated.
The place where Shen Tian was originally was now empty.
Blood Robe Palace Master: “???”
Blood Robe Palace Master: “!!!”
Blood Robe Palace Master: “……???!!!”
"I didn't expect that you would know such a mysterious technique of escaping underground?"
The Blood Robe Palace Master coughed lightly and said, "It's a pity that I have already locked onto your aura. Even if I go deep underground, I can still pull you out!"
As soon as the Blood Robe Palace Master finished speaking, the aura that was originally rapidly traveling underground suddenly disappeared.
The whole valley was unspeakably quiet for a moment.
But everyone felt as if they heard some sound.
Pah~
Pah!
Pah pah pah~
Yes, the sound of slapping in the face!
"How is it possible? How could this kid escape from my lock?"
The Blood Robe Palace Master felt a burning pain on his face. This shouldn't be right! This is unscientific... it's metaphysics!
You have to know that he is a saint. Even if he is only a saint of the most basic level, he is still an existence that has set foot in the realm of sainthood.
All below the saints are ants, this is not just a saying.
Even if one was at the peak of the Spirit Transformation Stage, it would be almost impossible to restrain one's aura in front of him.
Shen Tian is only in the Golden Body Stage, how could he possibly do this?
It's like a small ant bites you and you are about to crush it to death with one finger.
But you find that the little ant suddenly disappears right before your eyes.
It’s so frustrating and unbelievable!
The Blood Robe Palace Master said that his face hurt!
"Do you think that you can escape from my hands just by mastering a secret technique to restrain the energy?"
"The monk may escape, but the temple cannot. I will go to Xianmen Town right now and kill all your fellow disciples. I don't believe you won't come out!"
A monstrous bloody aura emanated from the Blood Robe Palace Master, which was brutal, bloodthirsty, and angry.
Although practicing evil methods with the blood, souls, and evil spirits of living beings can make you progress faster, it is also more likely to cause problems in your state of mind.
Therefore, all the monks of the evil spirit cult are basically extremely irritable, paranoid, and perverse.
Sometimes, they can even do something that ends in mutual destruction.
…
At this moment, the murderous aura emanating from the main body of the Blood Robe Palace shattered the clouds.
Within a radius of hundreds of miles, countless creatures were trembling in fear, feeling the surging pressure and the erosion of murderous aura.
No one doubted what the Blood Soul Palace Master said, because if there was no saint in charge of the holy land, he did have the power to massacre all the people in the Immortal Gate Town.
However, at that time, it would definitely completely anger the two holy places of Yao Chi and Shen Xiao, and lead to endless pursuit.
"Kill you all, retrieve the formation flag, and rescue the Holy Spirit. Then what if your master comes?"
The Blood Robe Palace Master walked towards Xianmen Town with a sneer, not very fast, as if he was deliberately torturing Shen Tian and making him feel guilty.
"Originally, I didn't intend to be so high-profile. You forced me to do this. They all died because of you."
"Don't even think about contacting the saints from your holy land for help. Xianmen Town is too far away from your holy land."
"Even if Zhang Longyuan received the news and rushed over immediately, it would still take at least a moment for him to arrive."
"A quarter of an hour is enough for me to massacre Xianmen Town three times!"
The Blood Robe Palace Master spoke slowly as he walked, as if massacre was just a common thing for him.
"How about it, are you willing to go with me?"
"As long as you join the Holy Church, I will let your fellow disciples go."
The Blood Robe Palace Master smiled and said, "Think about it!"
As the Blood Robe Palace Master got closer and closer to Xianmen Town, the smile on his face became more and more intense.
Because he felt a breath reappearing underground and rushing towards the ground at a rapid speed.
Boom~!
The earth exploded, Shen Tian, carrying the golden divine wings, looked helplessly at the blood-robed palace master.
His face was full of pain: "I say, can't you just live a good life? Why do you have to force this Saint Son to kill you?"
Frankly speaking, Shen Tian was originally ready to run away, but the Blood Robe Palace Master insisted on making trouble.
There was also a bloodbath in Xianmen Town, not to mention how many of Shen Tian’s companions were in that town.
Shen Tian couldn't bear to part with those thriving leeks!
You are such a saint, why do you have to provoke me?
Wouldn't it be better to just part ways and go your separate ways?
You have to make trouble, make trouble!
…
"Kill me?"
Listening to Shen Tian's arrogant words, the Blood Robe Palace Master laughed in anger: "I would like to see how you can destroy me."
At this moment, the Blood Robe Palace Master stood proudly in the void, and the terrifying holy power poured towards Shen Tian.
The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and murderous intent filled the air.
One second~
Two seconds~
Three seconds~
At Shen Tian’s dantian, a small purple tower was constantly rotating.
A faint purple light emanated from the small tower.
Beautiful, but deadly!
