Those monks who break through too quickly will suffer more severe effects of the curse.

That’s right!

They themselves have also noticed that the realm has broken through too quickly, without experiencing all kinds of fighting and without the stability of various retreats, the realm is not stable at all.

And among the ten people who endured the Ten Thousand Refined Poison Soul Formation.

Ku Yishu and Ku Yunjin obviously suffered from a very weak curse, even insignificant.

But just the two of them cannot support the Ten Thousand Refined Poison Soul Formation.

Even if one of them declines in cultivation, the other nine will no longer be able to support the blood cells.

At that time, the Taoist symbols that threatened the two holy places... were defeated by themselves.

"Could it be that God wants to destroy my northern realm?"

Time passes bit by bit, cold and ruthless.

Perhaps, cruel time is the guillotine hanging over the dawn of life. From the moment you were born, it has been cutting apart everything about you and pushing you to death.

Shen Fusheng's heart is as gray as death.

His requirements are not high.

Shen Fusheng just wants to send young people with potential to the sky and the sea of ​​stars, and then drag him to be buried with him.

pity.

Two wishes were trampled to pieces by a curse.

Not willing to give in!

Shen Fusheng is really unwilling.

He didn't dare to turn his head, he was afraid of seeing the suffering faces of Lu Xiuming and others, and he was afraid of seeing the young faces of Ji Dongyuan and others.

At this moment, Shen Fusheng felt that he was an eternal sinner.

In the face of absolute power, he is still just an ant after all.

That’s right!

As a humble ant in the dust, your whole life's hard work is also a joke.

…

Before I knew it, another ten minutes had passed.

Jing Qingsu struggled to resist the black rain.

However, the Ten Thousand Refined Poison Soul Formation actually began to buzz and tremble, and the large blood ball in the sky that was originally as stable as the blood moon also began to tremble slightly.

This scene is like a strong man holding a stone ball.

A phenomenon that should have occurred when he was exhausted.

Bang!

Fang Sanwan clenched his fist hard, his face also filled with frustration.

Even if he has now reached the level of natural selection, what can he do? He is still not a vulnerable flower, and he is powerless to do anything he encounters.

Ji Dongyuan and Liu Yueyue pinched each other's hands, their palms full of sweat.

"Xiao Baimei, maybe I won't be able to see you for the last time."

Tang Duanying looked at the blood cells and smiled sadly.

…

"It's over. Sure enough, it was just a farce!"

The blood cells were already crumbling.

The Holy Lords of the Eight Realms know this very well.

Maybe ten minutes later, maybe one minute later, the blood ball containing the Taoist divine characters will fall directly.

At that time, the Northern Territory no longer had the final foundation to deter the two holy places.

And the plan to teleport the sky to the chaotic sea of ​​stars will also be aborted.

The three holy masters of the Eastern Realm, the Western Realm, and the Southern Realm sighed. It would not be so easy to rise from the exile space and return to the Lower Nine Heavens World.

Although, your northern realm was once the king’s land of the Lower Jiutian World.

But that king has gone.

"Fu Baimo, following you, I missed a big opportunity, huh."

Seeing that the blood ball was about to fall, Yan Shilun looked at Fu Baimo with a strange look.

Because he believed in Fu Baimo, Yan Shilun had already sent back all the war materials prepared by the Yan Realm. It was too late to regret it now.

On the other side, more than a hundred Nascent Soul Realm deacons appeared in the teleportation array in the Mysterious Realm.

Behind these Nascent Soul realms, they were dragging huge empty boats.

Inside those empty boats were all kinds of war materials glittering with golden light. The Xuanjie Realm spent a lot of money in order to curry favor with the two holy places.

Watching Xuan Fengzi leading a large fleet of boats and walking towards the coalition forces in high spirits, Yan Shi's old face turned ashen with anger.

If you don't listen to Fu Baimo, you can still show your courtesy at this time.

Although these supplies cannot be said to be a timely help, the coalition forces of the two holy places are somewhat useful. Even if they boost morale, it is also a reward.

"It's not that simple, it's not that simple!"

Fu Baimo squeezed his palms in his big sleeves unconsciously. He always felt that the energy in the northern realm was not exhausted.

…

"Congratulations to the two great elders for breaking the formation, and congratulations to Holy Lord Lin Zongkun for showing his power."

"I have prepared some gifts to reward the disciples who have worked so hard. I hope you don't dislike them if they are disrespectful."

The blood cells in the sky vibrated faster and faster.

Everyone can see that it is only a matter of time before it falls.

At this time, floating boats appeared one after another in the sky, and the disciples of the two holy places smiled happily.

"Xuan Fengzi, you do have a heart."

"I, Jichi Holy Land, allow you to mine in the northern boundary for three days."

"This is a great day, and I, Linlu Holy Land, also agree."

Although this batch of war materials is not scarce in the two holy places, it can be regarded as a small surprise to boost morale.

"Xuan Fengzi, you are quite colorful."

Lin Zongkun smiled angrily.

"Lin Zongkun, you are so powerful, I am very jealous of you."

Xuan Fengzi was cold at heart, but had a smile on his face.

Three days.

It can’t be said to be a surprise, but it’s still cost-effective.

Obtaining the great secret treasure is an opportunity.

If there is no secret treasure, you can also mine a batch of Tianyuan treasures, which is always a profitable business.

…

Boom!

Suddenly, the blood balls in the sky shook violently.

Almost!

Almost fell.

The disciples of the two holy places had sweat on their palms.

Coming!

The moment of massacre has finally come.

…

Fu Baimo's palms squeezed tighter and tighter. For some reason, a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

The other Holy Masters couldn't bear it, and a few of them luckily turned their backs.

The next scene in the northern realm must be a miserable scene of rivers of blood, piles of corpses, mountains and seas, even more terrifying than purgatory.

Yan Shiluan stared blankly at the sky.

He is thinking about a problem.
To be continued...