A blood bead floats randomly in the void, a little confused, it seems to be looking for the meaning of existence.

Suddenly, the blood beads buzzed and trembled, like a little bee carved from red agate, which had just woken up from a deep sleep. It could not wait to become the first sprinter to fly to the finish line!

call out!

No one noticed that a moment later, the blood droplets were like arrows leaving the string, leaving a faint red trail directly on the ground. No one noticed either. This faint trail quietly penetrated the chests of more than a dozen people.

After reaching the farthest distance, the blood bead defied all inertia and stagnated in place for an instant. It seemed to be running in the wrong direction.

But, it's not important!

call out!

Then, with an incredible turn, the blood beads left a faint red mottled mark in the air, like a girl suffering from emotional intelligence who gently cut her wrist. The scar was indescribably sad.

The ground is still filled with shrill roars and howls of unspeakable pain. This is a hell scene in the real world.

At the same time, the blood bead kept on turning around again. But this time it did not keep a straight line, but instead drew a huge arc, as if a child was copying the moon. The curves and arcs were very

Sincere, although not perfect.

Outside the city gate, the powerful men of the First Emperor's Dragon Court were still laughing and cursing.

In their eyes, the Chu Sect's Cave Void Realm is just like a beast waiting to be slaughtered in a pigsty. Everyone is shouting long live Gu Sheng, everyone is clamoring for the demise of the Chu Sect, and everyone is shouting for Zhao Chu to get out.

suffer death.

This is a carnival for flatterers, a feast for venting the jealousy in their hearts, and some spectators are filled with the secret pleasure of adding insult to injury.

Ming Gusheng held the giant sword of victory in his hand and declared that this battle was a complete victory.

What can your Chu sect do if you keep these half-step Xuanshi realm?

They are not just a group of casual cultivators living on their last legs.

After he found the Phantom Crystal, these people were just wild beasts running in the hunting ground, just playthings of his ancient life, nothing more.

It's a pity that the people in the First Emperor's Long Court are too crazy. They are higher than the clouds in the sky.

They overlooked some details.

Chu Zong's half-step Xuanshi realm suddenly became quiet.

In the Dongxu Realm of the Chu sect that had been tortured by the plague, many people suddenly sat on the ground and had already stopped howling miserably.

They didn't even realize that a blood bead had already weaved a huge irregular network with a light red trajectory on the Chu Zong's land.

This giant net penetrated the chests of all the Chu sect’s Dongxu realms!

…

"Holy Lord, the Chu Sect's Cave Void Realm seems... a little abnormal!"

"It's incredible that they can sit still and still!"

"Maybe, their souls have dried up!"

In the distance, the monks watching the battle were talking a lot. Under the threat of the First Emperor's Dragon Court, everyone was frightened.

The five great saints of Huanglinghai are even discussing how to join Minggu Sheng.

Controlling the miasma of resentment is simply despairing!

…,

"Little thief Zhao Chu, you are such a timid young man, why don't you dare to come out and talk to me?"

Ming Gusheng flicked his sleeves, and the sound was as loud as thunder, causing severe pain in people's eardrums.

At the same time, the three huge death drums had also been sacrificed to the sky. Ming Gusheng finally wanted to get his revenge, and he wanted to sound Zhao Chu's funeral drum himself.

"Great, Great Emperor...you, look..."

Unfortunately, with the next breath, the three drummers suddenly turned their heads and looked at Ming Gusheng with fear on their faces.

"Um?"

This exclamation also shocked the whole audience.

At some point, there were three more words on the back of the three-sided drum.

That’s right!

Previously, there was a word written on each drum. The three drums formed three words.

'chaos'!

'star'!

‘Hour’!

This is the death drum that Ming Gusheng prepared for Zhao Chu. Writing a name on the drum head is obviously a humiliation and a curse.

At this moment, three words appeared on the back of each drum!

‘Mate’ ‘Ancient’ ‘Sheng!’

Three words, twisted and twisted, like three ugly faces, unspeakably shocking.

The whole place was shocked and everyone was uneasy.

Who wrote it?

When was it written?

This matter is horrifying to think about!

You must know that from front to back, the three drums of death have never left Ming Gusheng's sight. These three drummers are also Ming Gusheng's confidants. They will never and do not dare to humiliate Ming Gusheng in this way.

For a moment, the whole world seemed to be frozen.

Ming Gusheng gritted his teeth fiercely, and the bones in his palms made a rattling sound.

He even ignored why the Dongxu Realm within the Chu Sect no longer howled miserably, and he even ignored the sneers on the faces of Pi Yonghong and other core elders.

The three drummers were already frightened out of their wits.

Of course, more people have actually noticed something is wrong.

The miasma of resentment still covers the territory of Chu Zong and runs rampant.

But the strange thing is that the Dongxujing people who were in agony a moment ago are either meditating or slowly moving their muscles. Some of them are glaring angrily and are already hostile to the First Emperor's Dragon Court.

They returned to normal, but the only emotion missing was...pain.

right!

The Dongxu Realm, which has been cursed by the miasma of resentment, has no expression of pain. This in itself is extremely strange.

…

"Ming Gusheng, you came here with the drum of death, are you going to die for yourself?"

The battle situation changed so quickly that everyone was caught off guard.

No matter how stupid Ming Gusheng was, he finally noticed something unusual at this moment.

Not normal.

Why is there no pain in Chu Zong's Dongxu Realm? As more and more monks wake up, the expressions on their faces are full of ridicule and disdain.

"You...this..."

Jiang Mingshou was first frightened to death.

It's not normal. Today's Chu Sect is so abnormal. It makes no sense for them to take elixirs. No matter how powerful the elixir is, it is impossible for them to heal their wounds under the miasma of resentment.

"call!"

"Ming Gusheng, are you so stingy?"

"Such a little miasma of resentment is not enough to fill my teeth!"

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, a monk from the Cave Realm smiled and walked towards the place where the miasma of resentment was strongest.

He was like a greedy smoker, sniffing the miasma of resentment, as if he was smelling the sweetest grass smoke in the world.

Then, in full view of everyone, the monk made a breakthrough.

That’s right!

Half step to the Xuanshi realm!

This monk had just obtained the fragments of the Phantom Crystal of Impermanence. He originally had to practice for a few more days before he could break through, but now, under the terrifying oppression of the miasma of resentment, he was able to break through calmly.

Shocking!

Everyone was shocked beyond measure, and everyone was stimulated by the weird atmosphere and began to doubt life.

"I finally made a breakthrough. If it weren't for the miasma of resentment, I would still have to practice hard for a while."

"It's a pity that you, Ming Gu Sheng, are still a bit stingy!"

A few breaths later, another monk broke through.
To be continued...