Chapter 153 This was not the first time that the Emperor of Daxia and the civil and military officials saw this scene. They were a little shocked. They did not expect that Fang Chen could still intervene in a battle of this level! "Purple Lightning Talisman!?"
The Blood Spirit Sect's foundation builder was filled with shock and anger. As a corpse cultivator, it can be said that he didn't have many weaknesses, but the one he feared the most was the thunder tribulation, because the thunder tribulation carried the strongest power of thunder and lightning in the world!
Although the power of the Purple Lightning Talisman is not comparable to that of Thunder Tribulation, the source of their power is very similar, and they are also extremely lethal to corpse cultivators!
boom--
Hundreds of purple lightning instantly flooded the Blood Spirit Sect's foundation, and everyone seemed to hear a miserable howl that resounded through the sky.
Elder Jinnan looked shocked and subconsciously looked at Fang Chen.
Hundreds of purple electric talismans! ? This... is equivalent to how many spirit stones?He couldn't figure it out for a while.
After the smoke dissipated, the Blood Spirit Sect's foundation barely stood in the sky, but there were wounds everywhere on the body with charred flesh and blood, and there were flashes of lightning on these wounds.
The corpse energy around him was also dispersed by this wave of purple electricity.
His movements seemed to become a little stiff.
"Elder Jinnan, Master Zhuyue, attack his jaw!"
Fang Chen's voice sounded.
The two were slightly startled, and subconsciously drove the flying sword to shoot towards the lower jaw of the Blood Spirit Sect's foundation.
puff puff!
The two flying swords penetrated the lower jaw of the Blood Spirit Sect's foundation almost at the same time. His body trembled violently. Elder Jinnan and Master Zhuyue subconsciously stepped back more than a hundred feet, watching this scene in amazement.
After shaking violently for several breaths, the Blood Spirit Sect's foundation suddenly became quiet. He slowly turned his head and looked at Fang Chen below:
"How...how do you know the location of my corpse bead..."
Corpse beads? ! Is it...
The two people in Jinnan looked at each other in shock. Did they just destroy the corpse cultivator's corpse bead with one blow?
Both of them were a little shocked. Why could Fang Chen determine the exact location of the other party's corpse bead? "Guess."
Fang Chen smiled lightly.
A flash of astonishment flashed in the eyes of Blood Spirit Cult Establishment Foundation. At that time, his body began to disintegrate from his feet, like a sand sculpture swept by the strong wind.
The entire process is visible to the naked eye.
First his feet, then his belly, his arms, and when his head was about to collapse, the other party let out a shrill and desperate curse: "You will come down and accompany me! The blood spirit defies heaven and has no regrets!!"
With this roar, his head completely disappeared, but his words still lingered in everyone's ears.
"The blood spirit defies heaven and has no regrets??"
"What does it mean?"
Many casual cultivators looked curious, but no matter what, today they had their eyes opened and saw a corpse cultivator that was difficult to see in a hundred years.
Moreover, this corpse cultivator was also killed.
Everyone quickly put aside the curse of the Blood Spirit Sect's foundation and looked at Fang Chen, with curiosity, fear, and solemnity in their eyes.
Ye Qinghe and Tao Yu followed their master. They fully understood that Fang Chen's martial arts cultivation had not recovered from the beginning to the end.
He is a monk! The Emperor of Daxia obviously saw this, and all the civil and military officials in the dynasty were not fools. He originally thought that Fang Chen's methods originated from Li Daoye.
But the scene just now was enough to prove that Fang Chen was a monk! Everyone was not surprised. After all, Fang Chen had a strange phenomenon during the soul test a few days ago. At that time, they already knew that Fang Chen was destined by a certain monk.
"He has already embarked on the path of spiritual practice..."
Xia Yu looked at Fang Chen blankly.
He didn't notice that Liu Suifeng and Zhan Tai Qingxuan's bodies were a little stiff, and their eyes were filled with shock.
"The blood spirit defies heaven..."
Elder Jinnan slowly looked at Master Zhuyue: "He is a monk of the Blood Spirit Sect. Did you already know this?"
“I wasn’t sure before, but now I am.”
Master Zhuyue nodded.
"..." Elder Jinnan's lips began to tremble, his face turned pale, his eyes filled with anger, and he stared at Master Zhuyue: "Do you know... how much trouble you have caused me to cause Tiannan Sect?"
"Just give you some more purple lightning talismans. I will discuss this matter with Fang Chen for you. Moreover, the Blood Spirit Sect's foundation building has already been consecrated, and no one knows that we did it."
Master Zhuyue smiled faintly: "The world of cultivation is so big, and the Blood Spirit Sect is spread all over the place. One or two Foundation Builders who died will not attract too much attention."
"..."
Elder Jinnan was completely speechless.
Things were already like this, and it was meaningless for him to settle accounts with Master Zhuyue again. Now he only hoped to recover some losses in other aspects.
Fortunately, except for the sects with inheritance, few ordinary cultivators know about the Blood Spirit Sect, so what happened today will not spread widely.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at Fang Chen.
Fang Chen walked up to the silly-looking child, knelt down and asked softly: "Your family is dead, do you still have any relatives?"
The child with a dull expression suddenly shed two lines of hot tears. He pointed at his throat and said a few words.
"Your Majesty, his throat is destroyed and he cannot speak."
Huang Sihai whispered.
Fang Chen put his arm around the child's shoulders, and spiritual energy slowly poured in. After a while, he whispered: "I can't see and you can't speak. This is fate."
"You have to remember that the people who killed your relatives are from the Blood Spirit Sect. If you have the talent to practice today, I will give you a chance."
After saying this, Fang Chen looked at Jinnan: "Elder Jinnan, please lend me the soul-measuring bell."
"……it is good."
Elder Jinnan nodded, waved his hand, and the soul-detecting bell fell in front of Fang Chen again.
"Go."
Fang Chen gently patted the child's shoulder.
The child had also seen the soul-searching process during this period and knew what to do next. He wiped away his tears and walked to the soul-searching clock with hatred in his eyes.
"clang--"
"clang--"
"clang--"
With only three rings, such qualifications are very ordinary. Like Tao Yu and others, at most he will be accepted as a disciple by casual cultivators, and he will not be able to achieve success in the future.
The child did not want to give up and kept hitting the soul-detecting bell. His fists were bloody and bloody, but he still did not stop until his fist was gently held by Fang Chen.
"Elder Jinnan, can you accept him?"
Fang Chen looked towards Jinnan.
"His talent..."
Jinnan was a little embarrassed.
Tiannan Sect does not accept this kind of talent. After all, it will waste training resources, and you will not be able to become a talent in the future, unless the other party makes enough contributions like Xia Yu.
"I owe you a favor."
Fang Chen smiled lightly.
"Okay, I'll accept him!"
Elder Jinnan decisively agreed, and in a flash, he came to the child's side and gently released a stream of spiritual power. Under the nourishment of this spiritual power, the child's bloody fist recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Jinnan has seen Fang Chen's methods, and the many purple lightning talismans just now are enough to prove how much Fang Chen's sect values him, so this is a cost-effective deal!
Many people around him looked envious, and Ye Qinghe couldn't help but curl his lips. Just because of Fang Chen's favor, Tiannan Sect accepted a person with inferior qualifications.
But he could only practice with a casual cultivator.
But thinking about Li Huafeng, Ye Qinghe felt relieved again.
(End of this chapter)