Daoying

Chapter 588 Going Back First
"Sexual fantasies are not good for your health, Lord Anjiao should refrain from doing so in the future."

Haiyue said coldly.

"Yes, yes, Haiyue's teaching is correct."

Anjiao was not angry, but smiled and nodded in praise.

"Don't argue. The truth will soon be known. Lin still has a little bit of consciousness, but he has fallen into a coma. It will take a long time for him to wake up. The person who injured him must still be in Kaidu. It is impossible for him to escape."

The short-haired man said majestically.

The hall suddenly became quiet, as if shrouded in an invisible layer of pressure.

"The invasion of the human race was already a shameful event, but I didn't expect that it would severely damage the people of the Coral Throne. This is simply the greatest humiliation that has never happened in ten thousand years. When I think about it, I can't help but want to commit suicide to apologize. Everyone present here has also lost face."

The short-haired man continued in a deep voice, "And this matter seems to be related to Xie Huan. You all should know Pan Zu's attitude towards Xie Huan. If it is not handled in time, and Pan Zu takes action personally, no one present will have a good ending. So I decided to take you to Haidu to arrest him personally."

"Master Xing is arresting people personally?"

The faces of the members of the throne present all changed, and they were surprised.

"What else? Just rely on you losers?"

The short-haired man's eyes darkened, shrouded in a layer of gloom.

Everyone remained silent and no one dared to speak.

Nowadays, people are in a panic over the events in Haidu and are all trying to protect themselves.

"This also proves from the side that having too much waste is really useless. It can be used to refine divine blood. Are all the tribes ready for the second batch of blood servants?"

Xing's eyes moved as he spoke slowly.

The atmosphere in the hall froze again. It was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. The invisible pressure made it almost impossible to breathe.

"What, is there a problem?"

Xing looked towards the councillors from the Guming and Lingbo tribes.

Among the fourteen members present, there was only one person from the Ancient Dark Clan, An Jiao, five from the Dragon Control Clan, three from the Lingbo Clan, and six seats belonged to the strongest people of the non-royal blood races, namely the Wise Turtle, Proud Shark, Sea Witch, Venomous Fang, Dragon General, and Mother Lord.

The six tribes did not object to the sacrifice of the king's blood. Instead, they were somewhat happy about it and gloated over it.

If the Guming and Lingbo clans lose their royal blood, it will only be a matter of time before they fall from the altar and become the same as them, or even worse than them.

Only Anjiao from the Ancient Ming Clan was here. He closed his eyes gently and said nothing.

The pressure was immediately put on the three people from the Lingbo tribe.

Hai Yue said: "This matter has always been handled by the clan leader. Today the clan leader is not here, so we can't give an answer."

"So do my people."

Reef echoed.

"Haha, if your clan leader never comes, then there will never be an answer? Can we let Pan Zu wait for thousands or tens of thousands of years?"

Cang said with a sneer.

"I know you have some resistance in your heart, but the leap forward of the times is not subject to individual will. Returning to the divine blood is the general trend. Besides, it is not to take your life. It is just to lose the talent of your bloodline. It will not affect your cultivation level in the slightest."

Xing counselled them, saying, "For thousands of years, countless lives have been sacrificed for their own tribes, and at this crucial moment in history, you who are on the throne and live a life of luxury, can't you be reluctant to shed even a little blood? Don't let Panzu and Chaozu come to you in person to ask for your blood, otherwise it will be a shame for me to do my job poorly, and don't blame me for being rude then!"

"It's not that we don't want to give it up, but how much royal blood is needed to refine the divine blood? We have no idea. The first batch of blood servants has more than 3,000 people, all of whom are elite disciples of the royal family. Although losing the royal blood will not affect their lives and cultivation, their future is obviously gone. How many people will be needed for the second batch? Will there be a third and fourth batch? And can the divine blood be refined successfully in the end?"

Another Lingbo councillor spoke up, a look of worry on his face.

"There is nothing 100% certain in the world. All I can say is that now is the closest time to the royal blood in the past tens of thousands of years. And you know the conditions of the first batch of blood servants. They are all garbage. Even I can't stand it. Pan Zu is kind enough not to settle accounts with you."

Xing's face was covered with a layer of frost as he said, "For this blood servant, each of your tribes will send another 1,000 people with at least 30% royal blood quality. Gather them within three days and send them to the Sea God Temple."

"30% of the quality of royal blood?!"

The faces of the people from both clans changed drastically. One of them said angrily, "Xing, do you know what 30% of the royal blood quality means? It means that this person can at least form a pill, and there is a 30% chance that he can transform into a baby. Even if we search our two clans thoroughly, we may not be able to find 2,000!"

"This is what Chao Zu meant."

Xing looked at this person and said lightly.

The four people from the two tribes instantly looked ashen.

"I have conveyed my intention, Cang, Cai, you two will supervise this matter, and the rest of you will follow me to Haidu to arrest the man."

"Yes!"

Cang and another female councillor from the Dragon Taming Clan hurriedly took orders.

Xing clasped his hands together, and a strange wave of white light spread out in the hall. The entire "moon" became brighter, as if covered by a layer of white light, and then dimmed.

Xing and eleven other council members appeared on Haidu, each of them shrouded in this white light.

It is the power of the Nine Heavens Pearl.

Xing's eyes narrowed slightly, and his deep gaze looked towards the inner space of Haidu, expanding infinitely.

……

Over the ruins of the great city.

The black nebula-like energy was rotating, and the space became extremely chaotic.

The dazzling rain of elemental swords covered the black nebula, constantly spreading and killing the rushing sea monks.

There were simply too many people, and Lu Ran and the others couldn't kill them all. What's more, these millions of sea warriors were not just minions. Among them were Nascent Soul and even Divine Transformation cultivators.

Everyone was surrounded by people and overwhelmed.

The pressure was immediately put on Xie Huan, and soon a large number of monks rushed into the sword formation.

The first few batches were all minced into pieces, but as Nascent Soul cultivators rushed in one after another and released various defenses to resist the power of the sword formation, the speed of the sword formation began to become slow and difficult to operate.

"How dare a mere Nascent Soul cultivator set up this formation and act wildly? He doesn't even know how to write the word death!"

A shark-like head suddenly appeared above the sword formation. Its eyes were as white as death and its pupils were as sharp as needles. It stared at Xie Huan.

Then the head tilted upwards and let out a soul-like roar. A giant shark spirit suddenly appeared in the sky. It swung its tail and turned into a black lightning, rushing down.

The entire sword formation suddenly felt a tremendous pressure.

As the monks in the formation took action one after another, the elemental sword rain was shattered on a large scale. Fourteen swords appeared and shook back towards Xie Huan.

Xie Huan did not bother to retract the sword formation, and pushed his holy body to the extreme. The imperial power spread out at once, shocking the hearts of every sea clan cultivator, making them tremble all over and feel controlled for a moment.

Xie Huan became golden and dazzling in the darkness. Then a black color surged out of his body and turned into a scale-like armor. His entire right fist seemed to have doubled in size and slammed towards the shark spirit that was rushing down.

"Oh!"

Under the light of the fist, unimaginable pressure was generated.

The space was completely shattered, and everything around Xie Huan collapsed. The terrifying power of the soul vibrated on him, and the black scales on his armor vibrated, and many of them flew off. Xie Huan's holy body was even slightly deformed.

The pupils of the shark's head suddenly contracted, and it opened its mouth in shock, dumb for a moment, unable to speak. He was one of the most powerful races in the sea clan, a spiritual cultivator in the shark branch, and his innate magical power was the soul impact. This move was almost unbeatable among the same level, except for the sea dragon soul of the Dragon Master, almost no one could stop it.

It was actually caught by a Nascent Soul cultivator with his bare hands?

This shark guy's brain has crashed and he feels like he's in a dream.

Xie Huan took the blow head-on and felt extremely uncomfortable. He groaned and blood spurted out.

His holy body was twisted on the spot when he was beaten for the first time.

There was no other choice but to protect the teleportation formation behind him, otherwise no one would be able to take on such a violent, ruthless and fierce move.

Another soul roar came out from the shark head's mouth, and its originally gray eyes turned scarlet. The soul appeared above its head again, spinning violently and violently.

Xie Huan's eyes flashed, and he cursed, "Come again?!"

Not only that, those sea clan monks who escaped from the sword formation, all controlled their magic weapons or magical powers, and rushed over, attacking Xie Huan as their target.

Xie Huan was a little frightened, but he sensed the surge of spatial energy within the black nebula, and reinforcements should be arriving soon, so he could only grit his teeth and take another blow.

He pushed the holy golden body to its extreme, and the six Nascent Souls all rushed out of his body, each holding a magic weapon and a spiritual treasure, forming a formation to protect the main body inside.

The fourteen swords flew back to the outside to protect the six Nascent Souls.

Xie Huan's body was covered with ice heart and then black scale armor. With such extreme defense, he swung out another fierce punch, attacking the soul hard.

"Boom!"

This time the impact was more violent than the last time.

The golden fist as big as a casserole was constantly squeezing and fighting against the shark's soul. Energy ripples surged out in circles and rushed in all directions.

The sea clan monks who were besieging Xie Huan were all blown away by the aftermath.

The true form of the shark head also appeared in the darkness. It was a warrior with an extremely burly body, and his solid body was constantly twisted.

Finally, the two forces were exhausted to the extreme.

Both sides were blown away.

The shark man was also spitting out blood in the air, his ferocious eyes filled with shock and anger.

Xie Huan's six Nascent Souls were all in a trance. It was the first time they were impacted like this. They kept babbling and when they were summoned by his thoughts, they flew back into his body one after another.

His royal holy body was also injured, and he spit out blood again, and his whole body's aura dropped.

Before he could recover, another group of sea cultivators rushed in front of him, followed by a hidden aura of incarnation.

"Damn it, the God of Transformation is planning a sneak attack?"

Xie Huan's spiritual sense did not scan the existence of the incarnation, but sensed it.

It was obvious that the guy didn't intend to fight head-on, but to launch a sneak attack.

Not only is there the incarnation of the god, there are also several extremely dangerous auras, surging in like a tide.

Xie Huan suddenly felt a sense of death in his heart.

Am I going to die here?

He was startled and looked towards the vortex of black clouds. He felt that the people from the Holy Island should be coming soon, but it seemed too late.

"I've done my best, and I'll leave it to fate."

A gleam of determination flashed in Xie Huan's eyes, which turned into a flash of lightning, and he rushed into the vortex of black clouds.

When he said "leave it to fate", he was not referring to himself, but to the situation.

Your life still has to be in your own hands.

He had decided to abandon the defense and escape, but there was a dangerous aura everywhere. The only safe place was the black cloud vortex.

And a strange idea came to his mind.

Since this space formation leads to the Holy Island and people can be teleported from there, then if I enter from here, will it be possible...

The moment he came into contact with the black cloud vortex, he heard a violent "boom" sound around him. It was the space that was constantly breaking and reorganizing, and it was vibrating on his body, creating a strong feeling of tearing and squeezing.

But Xie Huan activated his holy body and rushed further inward.

The whole person was sucked in instantly and traveled thousands of miles in an instant.

At the moment of being turned away, it seemed as if a large number of distorted figures were pressing in from the opposite side, some of which seemed extremely familiar.

"Boom!"

The black cloud vortex began to shake and surge violently, becoming extremely unstable. The energy in that space showed signs of collapse and dispersed in all directions.

A huge spatial distortion occurred in the sky above the ruins of the entire huge city.

All the monks who were fighting stopped and looked at this huge change in surprise and confusion.

During the twisting, a large number of powerful figures emerged, there were more than a hundred of them, all of them were human cultivators, but they were all badly twisted and their bodies were unstable.

But with a loud "bang", the black cloud vortex completely collapsed, all the distorted forces were instantly bounced back, and the terrifying spatial energy swept in all directions.

The figures of those human cultivators finally became real, and most of them were blown away by the elastic force of space. Only a few cultivators with extremely strong cultivation bases stood still.

"Reinforcements are coming!"

Lu Ran and Long Xiu were both very happy.

Hai Shan and Shen Xin Yun Li kept gloomy faces, without much emotional fluctuation.

Suddenly, Hai Shan's face changed drastically, two rays of light shot out of her eyes, and she looked in all directions, and her spiritual sense spread to the maximum.

"Xie Huan..."

She screamed, "Xie Huan is gone!"

The voice was anxious and sharp, cutting through the space and startling everyone. The entire battlefield instantly became quiet.

Lu Ran was stunned for a moment, and said in a daze: "How could it be, is he dead? No, even if he is dead, the power of An Hai should still be there. Could it be, could it be..."

At this time, a middle-aged man among the human cultivators spoke up and said, "When we teleported here just now, we seemed to see someone teleporting in the opposite direction. That figure looked a bit like Xie Huan. I thought it was an illusion at first."

This person stood with his hands behind his back, frowning slightly. It was Duan Tianya.

"what?"

Lu Ran, Long Xiu, Hai Shan, Shen Xin and Yun Li all stood there with their mouths wide open, stunned.

"We are fighting to the death here, and he, he, he went back?!!"

Long Xiu screamed, as if someone was strangling her neck, her eyes wide open, her face turning purple.

(End of this chapter)