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"So it's this thing!"

Ling Tian's face returned to calm again.

In the original work, it was mentioned that Qing Xiaoyao wanted to break through the Nine Tribulations through crooked ways.

The plan was to use the spiritual Gu cultivated by Luo Ling'er's holy body, combined with the protagonist Ye Fei's body, to break through in one fell swoop.

But for some reason, Ye Fei escaped from control, and Qing Xiaoyao activated his backup, which was the blood sacrifice formation.

He was determined to suppress Ye Fei and fulfill his long-cherished wish to break through the Nine Tribulations.

However, Ye Fei had the protagonist's halo, and a mysterious woman appeared. Not only did she save Ye Fei, but she also killed Qing Xiaoyao, whose strength had greatly increased and whose cultivation was comparable to that of a half-step Nine Tribulations.

It is not an exaggeration to say that Qing Xiaoyao was killed by the plot of the dog coin author.

Qing Xiaoyao stood in the blood sacrifice formation, holding a long sword, with a fanatical light flashing in his eyes.

He stabbed the long sword in his hand into his palm, and the blood immediately dyed the long sword red.

He shouted loudly: "I will sacrifice Qingfeng Temple with my blood!"

As Qing Xiaoyao's voice fell, the entire blood sacrifice formation began to emit a buzzing sound.

A strong bloody smell spread, covering the entire Qingfeng Temple.

Suddenly, countless blood emerged from thin air, turning into blood-red light pillars, rushing straight into the sky.

The disciples and elders of Qingfeng Temple screamed deafeningly, their bodies were bound by the blood-red light pillars, unable to move. 093

"Master, you can't do this to us!"

"Qing Xiaoyao, I have done so many evil things for you, and you treat me like this, you will die a miserable death!"

"Dogcoin Qing Xiaoyao, let me out quickly, or I will expose all your shameless behavior to the public!"

...

Amid the roars and screams, the bodies of the elders and disciples of Qingfeng Temple began to explode one after another, turning into a ball of blood mist and being absorbed by the blood-red light column.

If you look closely, you can vaguely see that there seems to be a deformed insect wrapped in the blood mist, which is a spiritual Gu.

The whole Qingfeng Temple was wailing, and the air was filled with a strong bloody smell. For a time, the whole Qingfeng Temple was shrouded in deathly silence.

Ling Tian stood aside, watching this scene expressionlessly.

Qing Xiaoyao, feeling the surging power in his body, laughed fiercely: "Hehehe! Lingtian, thanks to you! This master of the temple made up his mind and took this last step!"

Lingtian showed disdain and sneered: "Is this what those who claim to be famous and upright do? I really learned a lot."

He could have taken action just now and directly broken the blood sacrifice formation and killed Qing Xiaoyao!

But he didn't do so. First, he didn't know these disciples and elders of Qingfeng Temple. He had no reason to save these people.

Second, there was more than just Qing Xiaoyao in the entire Qingfeng Temple. Qingfeng Temple was rotten from top to bottom.

This method of cultivating the spirit poison was originally used by an elder in the temple, but it was accidentally discovered by other elders. Instead of killing him and clearing up the atmosphere in the temple, these elders actually went along with him.

But paper cannot cover fire after all. The method of cultivating the spirit poison was eventually told to Qing Xiaoyao by some elders in the temple who were carrying the Qingming.

Qing Xiaoyao said that he would punish them severely, but in fact, he used this method to plant the spirit poison on all the elders who opposed him in the temple.

They became the dry bones on his road of cultivation. This is why a small Taoist temple, without strict rules and regulations, still has such terrifying strength.

Now in Qingfeng Temple, everyone has at least a lot of blood of their own people on their hands.

These people are more valuable dead than alive.

As the entire sky of Qingfeng Temple turned blood red,

Qing Xiaoyao's cultivation level also rose from the perfect Guiyi realm to the half-step Jiujie realm.

He was full of blood-red evil intent, waving the long sword in his hand, with fanatical light flashing in his eyes.

"Lingtian! Despair, tremble! Surrender!"

"I will absorb all your power and help me break through the Jiujie realm completely!"

When Lingtian heard this, his face was calm, and he even wanted to laugh.

"Qing Xiaoyao, you don't think that you have won this battle, do you?"

"You are underestimating me!"

Qing Xiaoyao couldn't help but laugh when he heard Ling Tian's words, "Humph, you arrogant guy! Do you think you still have hope?"

"Give up, my cultivation is now at the Qinzhi Jiujie realm, which is something you can't even touch!"

His voice echoed in the blood sacrifice formation, as if announcing Ling Tian's desperate situation.

"Be my nourishment, and I can make your death more painful. Otherwise..."

Qing Xiaoyao showed an evil smile, and several runes appeared in his hand, "See, this is prepared for you! Let your soul be pierced by spikes every moment!"

"But now I am merciful. As long as you voluntarily sacrifice your life, I can give you a quick death!"

Ling Tian sneered, "You overestimate yourself!"

He walked towards the blood sacrifice formation without flinching, "You underestimated me too much!"

Boom!

The blood sacrifice formation was shattered, like a bubble in front of Ling Tian, ​​vulnerable!

"How... how is this possible?"

Qing Xiaoyao couldn't believe it, as if he had seen a god.

"Is this what you call a great formation? Is that all?"

Qing Xiaoyao gritted his teeth and waved the long sword in his hand, a trace of the power of all things lingering around him, trying to stop Ling Tian's progress.

However, in Ling Tian's eyes, he had already seen through everything about Qing Xiaoyao.

"Mystical power, all-pervading!"

Ling Tian's voice resounded throughout the Qingfeng Temple like thunder.

An invisible forceIt burst out from his body, carrying the breath of destruction, and rushed straight to Qing Xiaoyao.

Qing Xiaoyao felt the pressure from Ling Tian, ​​and a trace of fear surged in his heart.

But he was unwilling to accept that his efforts for thousands of years would become a dream bubble!

"I will never lose to you!"

There was a flash of scarlet madness in his eyes, and the long sword in his hand made a piercing scream, trying to resist Ling Tian's attack.

However, Ling Tian's omnipresence was not something he, a half-step nine-tribulation realm, could stop.

A powerful energy swept across, and Qing Xiaoyao's figure was instantly swallowed up.

"How is this possible?"

"You...your cultivation..."

The violent explosion echoed throughout the Qingfeng Temple, and a flame shot up into the sky.

When the flames dissipated, the entire Qingfeng Temple had turned into a ruin, in a mess.

Ling Tian stood there, the long sword still in his hand, his eyes were deep and cold, like a cold god of war.

Under his feet, Qing Xiaoyao had turned into a pool of blood, no longer alive.