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"You don't even know my real plan!"
Canshang grinned grimly and opened his arms, waved the scarlet aura to transform into an evil dragon snake, swept across the prison wall, and then clasped his palms together.
"Boom~"
The surrounding walls collapsed outward, and the entire building was reduced to ruins in a moment.
In the smoke and dust, Remnant strangled Zhao Shuruo's neck, walked up to the sky step by step, and hovered above the main hall of the Taiyin ruins.
He forced Zhao Shuruo to look at the people who came to attack the mountain, and at the disciples of the Que Yuezong who were constantly being crushed during the battle between the two sides.
"Look, the people who attacked the mountain are really powerful. The casualties of my Yueyue Sect disciples are really heavy." Can Shang's tone revealed a hearty smile.
Zhao Shuruo immediately understood Canshang's true intention, and a disgusting and icy chill rose in his heart.
Can Shang never took any of the disciples of the Que Yue Sect seriously.
He is taking the lives of his disciples to fulfill his own cultivation.
Moreover, the aura in the body has turned scarlet, showing signs of being possessed.
No, he didn't lose his mind, but he did such evil deeds, he was crazier than a demonized person, he was simply a real demon in the world!
The arrangement of Remnant was not at all to defend against the attacks of outsiders, but to let the disciples of the Crescent Moon Sect die together with the sects who attacked the mountain gate.
The sacrificial formation enveloped the entire Taiyin ruins, from the outermost layer to the innermost layer, without missing a single point.
He himself is the eye of the formation, as long as he does not die, the formation will not be destroyed.
As long as someone dies in the formation, the flesh and blood aura can be absorbed by the formation.
Then it is refined and purified, and transmitted to the eye of the formation, which is the body of Disabled.
Canshang absorbed the scarlet blood while talking, as if muttering to himself, as if talking to Zhao Shuruo:
"Do you know that there is not enough aura in the mortal world, so cultivation requires excellent talent. People like you and me are just ordinary, and they will never be able to become monks in the upper three realms in their entire lives."
After a slight pause, Canshang's tone sighed: "This path of cultivation is a path against the heavens. Except for oneself, everything in the outside world is false. Power? It's just an incidental product of strength."
"Back then, because of my lack of talent, your grandfather refused to teach me the real supreme skill of the Queyue Sect."
"So, you poisoned my grandfather?" Zhao Shuruo gritted his teeth, "He is your master!"
Canshang shook his head without answering, and said with a sneer, "You are just an outcast. The truly talented direct descendants of the Zhao family have evacuated in secret long ago, retaining a small branch."
"You know about this, why are you still willing to suffer?"
"" Zhao Shuruo realized that Canshang was playing tricks on him, so he stopped talking immediately.
Canshang smiled, and landed on the roof of the main hall of the Taiyin ruins. He sat casually on the beam, took out two spiritual fruits, chewed one, and threw the other at Zhao Shuruo.
Zhao Shuruo was hit face-on, and his face was covered with a puddle of spiritual fluid.
"Yeah, I forgot, you don't have hands, I'm really sorry."
Can Shang sneered and beckoned, beckoning.
"Come and sit down, you and I will enjoy this great show."
Zhao Shuruo kept his mouth shut like a gourd, staring straight at Chen Wuxian and others who were constantly advancing towards the main hall of the Taiyin ruins.
The juice of the spirit fruit slid down his chin, gathered into droplets, and dripped down from time to time.
He didn't seem to feel it. Suddenly, a dismal laugh came from his ear:
"By the way, I forgot to tell you, what I'm about to break through in a while is not the God Transformation Realm, but the eighth Realm - Liao Fan."
Zhao Shuruo's eyes burst out, he turned his head suddenly, the juice splashed on his face, veins appeared on his forehead, and his eyes were round.
"impossible!"
Can Shang narrowed his eyes, grinned, and said with a smile:
"The effect of this sacrificial formation is extraordinary, and it comes from the secrets that your Zhao family has not discovered in the ruins of Taiyin."
"It's impossible for you to think for yourself, but since I dare to tell you, it's because the overall situation has been decided."
"Even if everyone in the world knows about it, it doesn't matter. No one can destroy this great formation."
"Because, the sacrificial formation mainly relies on the Taiyin relics, unless someone can destroy the Taiyin relics, otherwise it will be futile."
After a word, the two temporarilyThere was silence for a while, the surrounding air became silent, and some fallen leaves drifted in with the breeze.
Their eyes looked at the front together, watching the dozens of forces advancing step by step, but the deep meaning in their eyes was completely different.
However, the elders of the Queyue Sect already knew that the situation was irreversible, so they disarmed and surrendered one after another, voluntarily put down their weapons, and led the disciples to voluntarily surrender.
Just at this moment, Canshang grinned grimly: "You see, all external forces are unreliable, and the only thing you can rely on is your own cultivation."
Having said that, the scarlet gathered on his body became thicker and thicker, his black hair was dyed with crimson brilliance, and a kind of nonsense ravings emanated from his body.
Those disciples of the Crescent Moon Sect who had surrendered or were about to surrender trembled violently, bright red and thick blood vessels burst out of their necks, their eyeballs were bloodshot, and their expressions were no longer clear. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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