In the Thunder Hall of the Immortal Palace ruins, the thunder sound was deafening, but the killing was silent.

The thunder python that tore through the void devoured the monks running on the ground in one bite, and did not make any sound because they melted too quickly. It was because of this silent instant kill that made people feel even more frightened.

"What's going on? Are we not chosen people? Why are we killed so casually?"

With infinite fear, the young man Yu Jinyi heard from the mouth. Then, countless thunder pythons rushed out from the depths of his eyes, just like the thunder of heavenly punishment, falling straight down, ruthlessly devouring the bloodlines of these thunder-attributed cultivators around him.

Every time the thunder python absorbs the thunder bloodline of a monk, the figure in the thunder storm and the thunder runes on the burly body will light up, and at the same time, the extremely fierce aura will radiate outward.

And just as the young man in Jinyi said this, a large number of escaped monks were refined into the origin of the thunder bloodline and then absorbed by Wuxu.

In the blink of an eye, the monks who were originally fleeing back were almost beaten up in one go, so that those monks who had already run out of a long distance stopped and began to run back.

"I don't want to die yet, I'm still young, I want to become an immortal!"

A voice that became increasingly fearful came from the mouth of the young man Yu Jinyi. Then he seemed to think of something, and suddenly turned around and raised his hand, trying to grab the mysterious old man who suddenly appeared beside him.

For him at this time, the old man was undoubtedly the last straw to save his life, but he caught nothing because the old man in purple had gone step by step towards the center of the hall.

"Old sir, you?"

Before the young man in brocade was finished, the old man's voice in front of him was heard directly:

"Is this holy court really so bold?"

This voice, with infinite power, sounded even more deafening than the thunder roaring in front of the young man not far behind.

Then the young man, who had already fallen into boundless despair, swallowed the words that continued to speak, and just stared at the back of the old man in purple clothes flying in front of him.

"At a certain period of time in the Immortal Palace, because the practice of cultivation had reached its limit, some immortals in the heaven who had broken through Wuwang or had their descendants began to have a bad idea and developed a taboo technique."

After the speech, the old man in purple narrowed his eyes and looked at the burly figure bathed in the thunder in front of him. A cold voice came out:

"In ancient times, before the great monks died, most people would pass on their lives, including the seeds of cultivation, into their natal Taoist weapons.

"Generally speaking, only the direct descendants can obtain this part of the inheritance. From then on, in the way of practice, a horse will be flat. If there is a help from gods, in other words, this function is extremely similar to that of something, and that is the blood of the great way!"

After the three words "Bao Blood" were heard, for some reason, the robe on the old man in purple flew more violently, and even a rude sound was heard. In the eyes of the young man in brocade behind, the figure of the old man seemed to be growing inch by inch, and then the old voice continued to be heard:

"How precious is the blood of the Great Dao? Therefore, some monks in the Immortal Palace called themselves gravediggers, specially collected the natal Taoist weapons of the Death Cultivator, and then sold them to some monks with ulterior motives.

"The latter uses the same original bloodline as a guide to create endless murders and deceive the will of those who have fallen and cultivated the will of the Dao instruments that have fallen into the Dao instruments, thereby obtaining the inheritance hidden within the Dao instruments.

"This technique requires almost killing all the same bloodlines to obtain a chance to impact the will of the natal Taoist weapon. This is undoubtedly a forbidden technique!"

The word forbidden technique was heard, and the old man in purple stopped, raised his head, and stared at the center of the dark hall ahead. The heavy shield floating in the thunder tornado, a slight voice came out again:

"Your Majesty the Immortal Emperor once ordered that those who perform this forbidden technique without authorization will be tortured forever and will not be reborn. Unexpectedly, after the collapse of the Immortal Palace, the younger generations who are related to the blood of the immortal gods will be killed in this way."

After this speech fell, a strange breath began to appear outward on the body of the Lord Zhongtian. As soon as this breath emerged, the Holy Court monk in front of him, covered with thunder pythons, suddenly turned around and let out a roar:

"Who is it?"

As the monk turned around, his extremely terrifying face appeared in front of everyone in front of him. The facial features on this person's face were melted because of the overly powerful thunderous backlash.

Instead, there is a squirming purple blood clot. Within the blood clot, resentment is soaring, as if something inside is sank and raised wildly, containing countless unjust souls whose blood power is drawn away.

"boom!"

After the hoarse and cold roar came out, all the thunder in the entire Dark Hall began to roll like boiling boiling water. At the same time, the thunder pythons on the body of the burly Holy Court monks raised their heads, opened their sharp mouths, and roared.

"No matter how you appear in this hall, you will not be able to stop me. I am only one step away from success. The new realm I have always dreamed of will be open to me. You and these people will die!"

This roar that was louder than the thunder roar echoed back and forth, and at the same time, part of the thunders above the figure's body dissipated again.

The next moment, the panicked monks on the ground ahead were melted in an instant, and disappeared completely, turning into a small drop of purple blood, swallowed in one mouthful.

Then, during the thunder storm, another extremely huge thunder python appeared. As he roared, he rushed straight towards the old man in purple below. At the same time, the burly Holy Court monk who had almost covered his entire body raised his right hand and stretched out slightly upwards, trying to hold the floating heavy shield.

"This inheritance of the Thunder Immortal in the Ancient Immortal Palace belongs to me, and no one can stop it!"

The rolling roar came out from the mouths of the figure under the thunder. Then the entire land of the dark hall cracked inch by inch, and countless thunders emerged, directly turning the huge hall into the most terrifying thunder prison.

The earth cracked and the thunderstorm surged. Then the young man in brocade clothes, who was desperately trying to get up from the ground, closed his eyes and let out a wail:

"I'm going to die!"

After the words were finished, the severe pain that had been expected did not come. This made the young man open his eyes carefully, but he was ecstatic to find that a purple air shield appeared around him at some point.

And under this inconspicuous air cover, the dense thunder around them were blocked.

At the same time, the old man in purple clothes appeared in the center of the Dark Palace at some point.

Then the old man began to shuttle between the thunder and appeared step by step in the center of the vortex of the sky!
Chapter completed!