Chaos Heavenly Emperor Art

Time flies, and three days pass.

During the day, monks from all over the world kept climbing this sacred tree that seemed to have no end.

At night, with the appearance of the fruits of the sacred tree, the monks who climbed the sacred tree began to fight for them almost frantically.

Under the cover of night, there was blood everywhere and screams echoed throughout the sacred tree.

The sacred tree at night is like Asura Purgatory, filled with killing and blood.

Later on, even the monks who did not participate in the fight for the fruit of the sacred tree became the target of those contenders.

Because they began to discover that once a place was spilt with the blood of other monks, there would be a greater probability of it bearing the fruit of the sacred tree.

This discovery undoubtedly made all the monks who climbed this sacred tree become each other's prey and targets.

"Damn, these guys are really crazy!"

Duan Lingtian barely forced back a divine tree fruit plunderer who had recovered his cultivation with one sword, and his brows furrowed.

Because the other party had already eaten the fruit of the sacred tree and recovered his cultivation, even though Duan Lingtian's original cultivation level was far superior to that of the other party, it was still very difficult for him to deal with it at this moment.

"otherwise……"

Ye Wuxin clenched his fists and began to waver in his heart.

If this continues, those who are frantically snatching the fruits of the sacred tree will sooner or later kill them and become nutrients to grow the fruits of the sacred tree.

Instead of doing this, it is better to swallow the fruit and gain more powerful power.

At this moment, the only people still following Duan Lingtian and his friends were Zhang Haoran, Sima Junting and a few others.

As for Ye Keren, even the last royal guard eventually chose to leave their team.

In this environment, whether it is the threat from other cultivators or the temptation of the fruit to further break through their cultivation, it is far beyond the ability of ordinary people to resist.

The death of a fellow imperial guard became the last straw that broke the camel's back of their faith.

In the midst of a torrent of rumors, how difficult is it to be the only one sober while everyone else is drunk?

Most people are just one of the people who go with the flow.

"The more this happens, the more we must resist temptation!"

Duan Lingtian raised his hand and pressed Ye Wuxin's shoulder. "Do you want to become like them? They have completely fallen into madness and lost themselves!"

"Having said that..."

Sima Junting, who was standing by, was slashed on the back by a monk who had swallowed the fruit of the sacred tree, leaving a wound deep enough to see the bone.

If Duan Lingtian had not reacted in time, Sima Junting would have died on the spot.

Even so, Sima Junting's blood, splashed on the branches of the sacred tree, still produced a fist-sized fruit.

This undoubtedly attracted many monks to fight for the fruit.

Fortunately, Duan Lingtian's swordsmanship is not bad, and although Ling Feng has lost his past memories, his fighting instinct is still there.

After fighting with others several times, he began to be able to control his own strength.

Even when facing those who had recovered to the level of Human Emperor, Great Emperor, or even those strong men with Saint-level cultivation, he was able to repel them with a single punch.

After a fierce battle, everyone finally managed to repel the monks who came to steal the fruit.

But at this moment, everyone, except Ling Feng and Duan Lingtian, was basically exhausted to the extreme.

Both physically and mentally, he was almost on the verge of collapse.

Sima Junting endured the severe pain in his body and gritted his teeth and said, "But they really got the power and became stronger! Instead of waiting for them to kill us, it is better to--"

As he spoke, his eyes were fixed on the fruit of the sacred tree that had matured after being watered with his blood, and a green light flashed.

His spirit was finally completely crushed.

The shadow of death made him even more eager to regain strength.

Duan Lingtian shook his head. "I'll keep this fruit for now. Unless it's absolutely necessary, I think it's better not to eat this kind of fruit easily."

"Duan Lingtian, I didn't expect you to be this kind of person? You want to embezzle the fruit for yourself, right?"

At this moment, Sima Junting's expression had become hideous and distorted.

"Junior brother Sima, you..."

Duan Lingtian's expression changed. He never thought that Sima Junting, who was always gentle and calm, would say such a thing.

"Sima Junting, how can you say that about Senior Brother Duan? Senior Brother Duan just saved your life! He was also thinking about everyone!"

Zhang Haoran widened his eyes and looked at Sima Junting in disbelief.

Sima Junting seemed to have completely lost his mind. He roared and raged, "Everyone can say nice things, but why should I put my life in your hands? That is the fruit of my blood. It's mine! Mine!"

  His body began to tremble with excitement. The way he looked at Duan Ling Tian was not like that of a savior, but more like that of an enemy!

And such scenes seem to be constantly happening everywhere in the sacred tree.

For a piece of fruit, brothers turned against each other, husbands and wives separated, and fellow disciples killed each other...

In such an environment, human selfishness and greed are undoubtedly aroused to the extreme.

At the same time, at the top of the sacred tree.

Those Sky Patrol Angels of the Sky Patrol Thunder Clan seemed to be enjoying witnessing all this, however, they just watched coldly.

"What a stupid and greedy underworld ant!"

Immortal Venerable Yue Yuan sneered at everything that happened under the sacred tree. Every drop of blood of the cultivators of the Xuanling Continent would eventually be devoured by the sacred tree and become the source of energy for the growth of its roots.

The roots of the gods are a special product of miraculous civilization that grows by devouring the power of star cores in various star domains and planes.

As early as when the Black Tower of the Gods was built tens of millions of years ago, the roots of these gods had already scattered into the fairyland world, in almost all different star domains and planes, and were rooted deep in the world's original star core.

They absorb the power of the star core and grow gradually, but when their roots are fully mature, they will have the opportunity to transfer this power back to the Black Tower of the Gods.

If the star core is drained of its power, that world will eventually "die".

The so-called Soul Destroying Plan is to use the spiritual roots of the cultivators of the Xuanling Continent to ripen the roots of the gods ahead of time, which would otherwise take hundreds or even thousands of years to fully mature.

They used the legend of the sacred Jianmu tree to lure geniuses from all over the Xuanling Continent to gather here.

Afterwards, he used the fruit of the sacred tree to provoke fighting among these monks from the lower world.

In the end, it would be easy to find the spiritual roots of these Xuanling Continent cultivators.

These local cultivators absorb the spiritual energy of the Xuanling Continent to improve their cultivation level. If the origin of the star core is the heavenly spiritual root of this world, then these cultivators of the Xuanling Continent are the earthly spiritual roots of this world.

In short, using the power of the earth spirit to give birth to the sky spirit is the so-called soul-destroying plan.

"I think that regardless of the upper and lower realms, if the same situation occurs in the fairyland, we so-called immortals will probably not be much stronger than these mortals in the lower realm."

Another younger-looking angel patroller murmured, "The immortals are immortals, and the mortals are mortals!"

Immortal Venerable Yue Yuan was a little embarrassed. He glared at the young angel patrol Wan Hong and said coldly: "You just need to know that at this moment, we are the ones who control the fate of these ants!"

Wan Hong nodded slightly, his eyelids twitching suddenly, "Master Yue Yuan, look, it seems that there are still quite a few cultivators who have not yet fought for the fruit of the sacred tree."

"Of course, there are indeed some gifted people in the lower realms. Even if they don't need to recover their cultivation, they can still climb to the top of the sacred tree with just their physical strength. These people are our real targets, and their spiritual roots are the key to the soul-destroying plan!"

……

Somewhere in the sacred tree.

Looking at Sima Junting, whose eyes were red and filled with anger and strong hatred, Duan Lingtian sighed softly, "Forget it, now that we have come to this, we are on different paths after all..."

He was just about to take out the fruit and give it to Sima Junting, but Ling Feng had already gone around behind Sima Junting and slapped him on the back of the head.

Suddenly, Sima Junting's eyes rolled back and he fainted.

"Junior Brother Shui Han, you..."

Duan Lingtian was stunned for a moment, looking at Ling Feng in surprise.

"He has lost his mind. We can't let him do what he wants."

Ling Feng shook his head, "Brother Duan, maybe we can't change the fate of everyone, but I'm still unwilling to give up on my companions. At least, I have to fight for it!"

As he spoke, Ling Feng helped Sima Junting lie down. He was stunned for a moment, then raised his hand and gently touched several acupoints on Sima Junting's body.

Instinctively, Ling Feng performed the Taixuan acupuncture technique.

Although there was no golden needle, Ling Feng's finger power was still easily injected into Sima Junting's body.

Not long after, Sima Junting woke up, his eyes had regained clarity, not as crazy as before.

He obviously still remembered what he said before, and a trace of shame appeared on his face, "I... Brother Duan, I just... I seemed to be dizzy just now, and said some nonsense..."

Duan Lingtian was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said with a smile: "I don't remember what you said just now."

"Thank you, Brother Duan!"

Sima Junting looked at Duan Lingtian with gratitude. His magnanimity was indeed something that ordinary people could not match.

Ling Feng also smiled and said: "Brother Duan, you see, sometimes we don't have to give up at the beginning. Although the chance may be very small, if we don't fight for it, won't we feel unwilling?"

Duan Lingtian was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt that he saw another familiar shadow on this Junior Brother Shui Han.

He began to understand why Shui Han was able to obtain that drop of Ling Feng's blood.

Essentially, they are indeed the same kind of people.

Of course, what he didn't know was that they were actually the same person.

"You big buffalo, you're giving Brother Duan a lecture!"

Ye Wuxin on the side rolled his eyes in annoyance, "You think you are the boss of Lingfeng! You have become a little smarter, but you are still far from the realm of Brother Duan! Of course, compared to me, Boss Ling, you are even worse!"

Ling Feng scratched the back of his head and smiled, "I just blurted it out without thinking too much... hehe..."

After regaining consciousness and getting Duan Lingtian's forgiveness, Sima Junting immediately bowed deeply to Ling Feng, "Shui Han, I also want to thank you. I didn't expect that you also have medical skills."

"Medical skills?"

Ling Feng waved his hands quickly, "I don't know any medical skills, I just randomly tapped a few times based on my feelings."

"Forehead……"

  Sima Junting was stunned. Was it just luck that he was able to wake up?

Duan Lingtian shook his head and smiled, then looked up at the sky and said in a deep voice, "It's probably still more than an hour before dawn. We should move as soon as possible. It won't be long before those crazy contenders rush up again."

After thinking for a while, Duan Lingtian handed the sacred tree fruit to Sima Junting again, "Junior Brother Sima, since this fruit was watered by your blood, it should be kept by you."

"No no no..."

Sima Junting waved his hands repeatedly. This time, he didn't even dare to look at the fruit for a second. "Brother Duan, you should take it back. I can't resist this temptation. If you give it to me, I will steal it in no time!"

"That's fine..."

Duan Lingtian gave a bitter smile. Since he was unable to mobilize his Yuan force and spiritual power, he naturally could not open the Soul Collection Ring.

He could only tear a piece of cloth from his robe, wrap the fruit, and stuff it into the front of his shirt.

After doing all this, everyone finally regrouped and prepared to leave.

Zhang Haoran took the initiative to carry the injured Sima Junting on his back. After all, he was tall and strong, so this little burden was nothing to him.

As for Ling Feng and Duan Lingtian, they are the main fighting force and naturally cannot be burdened.

At this moment, a roar suddenly came from the front left of the sacred tree. Ling Feng's eyelids twitched slightly, as if he had sensed something, and he stood still.

"what happened?"

Duan Lingtian looked back at Ling Feng and asked in a deep voice.

"Shh..."

Ling Feng made a gesture for silence and listened attentively. The next moment, he saw a red light rising into the sky.

The red light illuminated the night sky and eventually transformed into a giant blood-red dragon, hovering above the sky.

The blood-colored dragon lasted for a full half a quarter of an hour before gradually dissipating, but it left behind deep red void cracks in the air.

  The overbearing and brutal force even tore the sky apart!

Duan Lingtian's eyes widened. Even though they were far away, this power was still frightening.

What’s more important is that although the blood dragon is terrifying, there is not the slightest fluctuation of its energy.

In other words, the person who launched this attack had never swallowed the fruit of the sacred tree.

  Without recovering his cultivation, he was able to perform such terrifying moves. This person's strength is truly terrifying!

The next moment, a roar was heard, shaking the sky.

"If anyone dares to come forward again, I, Jiang Xiaofan, will not show mercy!"

It turned out that the person who had just taken action was Jiang Xiaofan!

"Jiang—Xiao—Fan—"

Ling Feng's eyelids twitched slightly, and he felt vaguely that this name seemed familiar.

Then, in the night sky, there were bursts of wind and thunder, and there was another flash of white light. The sword froze the nine provinces, and another cold sound cut through the sky.

"My name is Li Bufan! Sword God, Li Bufan!"

It turned out that during the decades of training in Xiaofeng Camp, Li Bufan actually earned the reputation of being a Sword God.

As the two men finished their words, countless rays of light of various colors flew in all directions, and the birds and beasts scattered.

  As the saying goes, a person's reputation is like the shadow of a tree!

The top two of the Ten Blades of the Howling Wind Camp of the Yuanshen Temple appeared at the same time. Whoever dared to offend them would be seeking death? (End of this chapter)