Martial Arts From Bandits

  Chapter 550 The ancestor of Beiyan, die! (seeking a monthly ticket)

   After pondering for a while, Beiyan Shengzu said loudly:

   "So what? For the sake of longevity and long-term vision, it is okay to pay some price. If the four of us hadn't cleared up the chaos and turned the chaotic Central Plains into four big countries, how could there be a thousand years of stability?"

   "If it weren't for us to wait, more people would die in the world."

   "Although every few hundred years, we will launch a catastrophe to plunder life energy to replenish our own original loss, but under the suppression of the four major powers, the people in the world can live much better than they did a thousand years ago!"

   "You said, what's wrong with us?"

   "Of course there is nothing wrong with you. After we wipe out the four kingdoms of the Central Plains, we will follow your example and establish a country. We will live for thousands of years with national destiny," Zuo Qiansheng smiled maniacally.

"I understand, you just want to replace us, and then you also set off a catastrophe, plundering the vitality of life to make up for the source, but, are you worthy? To do this, you must at least take a step beyond the fairyland. It’s just the environment, can it be done?”

   "You don't need to worry about it, anyway, you won't see that day. This Yuanyuan Dzi Bead also has another function, which is to break through the secrets you have covered with the Beiyan National Games."

   "You said, what will happen if you are targeted by the Dao of Heaven? The thousand years of karma killing and calamity are enough to completely annihilate you, even reincarnation. This is the price you will pay."

  Zuo Qiansheng stared at Beiyan Sacred Ancestor.

  Hearing Zuo Qiansheng's words, the faces of the ancestors of the Four Kingdoms changed drastically.

  In this world, there is no one who can threaten them. The only thing that can make them fear is the way of heaven in the dark.

  For thousands of years, in order to live forever, each of them has the karma of millions of living beings on their hands, and even indirectly caused the death of millions of living beings.

  These karma are all on their heads.

  Knowing this, they imprisoned themselves in the capital city and used the luck of the country to suppress their aura, because they were afraid of being targeted by heaven.

   Zhang Jing listened to these words in silence and narrowed his eyes.

  Compared with them, he is really a kind person.

   The number of people killed by oneself will never exceed ten thousand, and most of the people killed are enemies who have a causal relationship with themselves.

  But Zhang Jing really remembered what they said about the blood sacrifice.

   If one day he really reaches the end of his life and has not broken through, he doesn't know if he will do such things for longevity.

  However, if the original dzi beads in their mouths really pose a great threat to these holy ancestors, Zhang Jing can be regarded as having the strength to protect himself in Dongqi.

   It's just that Zhang Jing doesn't know what the real function of this thing is. If it is more useful, Zhang Jing will not use it to threaten the ancestor of Dongqi.

"you dare!!"

  Northern Yan Sacred Patriarch Murong Jue let out a low cry, and pointed at Zuo Qiansheng, intending to kill him and take back the original dzi.

  When Beiyan Sacred Ancestor made a move, the other three Sacred Ancestors also started to do it directly. They could not leave this thing that could threaten their lives.

   Must be in your own hands.

"Humph!"

  Yang Dingtian, the leader of the White Lotus Sect, the Venerable Lingshan, and the middle-aged Taoist from Shangqing Daomen also started to intercept them at this moment. Since there is really a way to destroy these ancestors, they will definitely do their best.

  For thousands of years, these top factions have been suppressed not lightly. Even if they have the power to manifest their sages, they have to dormant.

  The small white sword in the sword emperor's hand suddenly burst into white light, and the infinite sword energy burst out, shattering the void and shattering the attack of the ancestor of Beiyan.

   "Get out!" Beiyan Shengzu yelled, waved his palm lightly, and slapped the little sword flying.

   While these people were fighting, Zhang Jing and others were not idle, and found their opponents one after another.

  Murongli, the emperor of Northern Yan who was already sure of winning, was a little panicked.

  He never expected that the other party would be able to counter the Holy Ancestor.

  He originally thought that the four holy ancestors were here, and the great Yan ancestor was here in Yanjing in its heyday.

  Even if they come with dozens of great powers, they can only kill at the neck.

   "Hahaha Murong Jue, die!"

  Zuo Qiansheng laughed three times, as if seeing Murong Jue's eager look, he was very pleased.

   After laughing, Zuo Qiansheng tapped the Origin Dzi a few times in his hand.

  Let it bloom an amazing light blue light.

   "Illness!!"

  Zuo Qiansheng threw the original dzi into the void.

   Beiyan Sacred Ancestor wanted to take it back, but Jianhuang and Zuo Qiansheng blocked him, so he could only watch the original dzi bead still in the void.

  The next moment, Zhang Jing saw a scene that surprised him.

  The light blue light of the Origin Dzi Bead penetrates a long river, and seems to be connected with the unspeakable way of heaven in the dark.

   "That is, Beiyan's long river of luck?" Zhang Jing murmured with wide-eyed eyes.

  The long river seemed to be nothingness, it was only revealed when the Yuanyuan dzi exploded, but it disappeared soon.

   But above the nine heavens, there was a rumbling sound.

  In the endless void, an overwhelming power burst out suddenly.

   Zhang Jing, who was in the realm of heaven and man, was terrified.

   Zhang Jing opened his Dharma Eye for a look, the dazzling light almost blinded Dharma Eye, Zhang Jing was so frightened that he quickly retracted Dharma Eye.

   In just a short time, everyone in Yanjing City saw a scene that they could never forget.

   Above the nine heavens, divine thunders of various colors spread all over the void.

  The previously condensed magic cloud collapsed under the pressure.

   Zhang Jing hurriedly withdrew several kilometers.

  He was the first one. After he withdrew, everyone withdrew 10,000 meters away, leaving only Beiyan Sacred Ancestor staying in place with a frightened face.

  It's not that he doesn't want to leave, but his figure has been watched, and he can't leave at all, so he can only resist.

   Dong Qi Xi Chu and other holy ancestors hastily used magic spells to hide their aura to the minimum.

   Fortunately, Yuanyuan Dzi Bead only broke the Beiyan National Fortune, and did not affect them, but they did not dare to gamble, and quickly suppressed their own breath, for fear of leaking the breath and being watched by the Dao of Heaven.

  Emperor Beiyan looked anxiously at this scene. He knew that once something happened to the ancestor, Beiyan would definitely not be able to continue to exist.

  Suddenly, Emperor Beiyan seemed to have heard some sound transmission, his eyes narrowed deeply, and in an instant, Emperor Beiyan seemed to have made up his mind, and said to the old man in white beside him:

   "Senior, quickly arrest all Murong's children in the palace."

  The old man in white nodded silently without asking why.

  With one move with one hand, a palace was moved directly by him.

   This palace is the Beiyan royal family, one of Murongli's back-ups prepared in advance, if things fail, these Murong's children can escape.

  But now I don't care so much.

  It was Beiyan Sacred Ancestor who transmitted the sound to him just now, and what he said was to use the blood sacrifice of Murong's children so that he could escape the catastrophe. After weighing it, Murongli immediately agreed.

  It doesn’t matter if they die, they can regenerate, the Murong family will not perish, but if the holy ancestor is gone, the Murong family will really only be meat on the sticky board.

   "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, what's the matter?"

   "Father Emperor."

   "Grandpa Emperor"

  A group of people rushed out from the hall, looking at Murongli.

   Before Murongli could speak.

  The catastrophe that had been brewing for a long time in the sky came crashing down.

  Murong Jue looked a little terrified, but he didn't back down. Instead, he summoned the quaint little sword in Xiang Tianxiao's hand, and faced the blue divine thunder that fell.

   "Boom!"

  The first divine thunder disappeared, but the simple little sword also lost its spirituality and was destroyed by one blow, falling directly to the ground.

  Although it was wiped out, the power of this divine thunder is shocking.

   You must know that this little sword is an ancient treasure. Its own power is extraordinary, but under this thunderstorm, it was directly wiped out spirituality.

  But the divine thunder in the sky seemed to be enraged, and three consecutive red thunderbolts directly targeted Murong Jue.

  Murong Jue directly waved his hand and laid layers of protection around his body, but he still couldn't stop it.

   Collapsed at the touch of a red thunderbolt.

   "Boom"

  The terrifying sound exploded.

  The tribulation thunder struck Murong Jue's body.

  In an instant, the mighty Murong Jue was nearly defeated physically.

   "Bang!" It fell into the ground.

  Murongli looked horrified, and hurriedly asked the old man in white to throw the children of the Murong royal family in the palace out of the formation.

   "Old Ancestor!"

  Murong Li let out a low shout, and stepped out of the big formation in two or three strokes and came in front of Murong Jue.

  Although he didn't break through his innate ability, Murongli still has the strength of a first-class warrior.

  When Murong Jue heard Murongli's voice, his scorched body suddenly opened his eyes.

  He stretched out his hand to grab it, and the blood essence of hundreds of Murong clan royal disciples was directly drawn out.

   "Holy Ancestor, I am the emperor, and I have the fate of the country, and I will definitely help the Holy Ancestor by sucking me dry," Murong Li said with a determined expression.

  Murong Jue nodded, without saying too much, directly drained all the blood from Murong Li's body, turning him into a mummified corpse.

  He doesn't have the time to say more now, because the tribulation thunder from above has fallen again.

   Murong Jue, who had absorbed so much blood essence of the Murong royal family, gradually recovered his aura.

   But even if he recovered, he didn't have any chance.

  Because the heavenly dao in the dark seemed to be really irritated, what fell this time was a deep purple tribulation thunder.

  The sound of this tribulation thunder is not as terrifying as the previous two, it seems to be just a very ordinary tribulation thunder.

  But Murong Jue, who was under the tribulation thunder, seemed to have sensed something, and hastily arranged all his means.

   Then, Zhang Jing saw a scene that made them think deeply.

  Murong Jue, who came into contact with the purple Jielei, his body was shattered inch by inch, not even his soul escaped.

  The field fell into a deathly silence.

  No one thought that the terrifying existence that surpassed the half-step of manifesting the sage would use all means to be so vulnerable to this terrifying tribulation thunder.

   Seeing this scene with their own eyes made the eyes of the other Three Kingdoms ancestors full of horror.

  Under the catastrophe, Murong Jue didn't even have the chance to be reincarnated.

   Thanks for the 4,500 coins rewarded by the anxious boss!

  (end of this chapter)