Emperor Wanjian

Chapter 827 The Storm Deep in the Ruins

Jian Fengyun waved his hand to close all the hundreds of cages around him, turning into hundreds of flames and pouring into Jian Fengyun's body.

With a turn of the body skills, these fire-attributed cages were swallowed up, turned into raging sword elemental power to generate the power of the wind-attributed law, and condensed the wind god's court.

After Jian Fengyun devoured these flame cages, he murmured: "Using this method to devour these people's cultivation is faster, and the fire attribute law can burn off the impurities on them, leaving only pure energy to be devoured by me. ...Moreover, as expected of disciples of god-level forces, 1000 people can surpass the more than 3000 people killed before, and the Wind God Court is still a quarter away from being able to fully condense."

These more than 1000 people are all in the early stage of the Lingjun Realm, and many of them are also in the middle and late stages.

If the Lingjun state is placed among the general sect forces, it is enough to hold the position of elder.

But among the god-level forces, it is only an elite disciple level.

But there are still countless people flocking to it, trying to find a way to join the god-level sect.

All because the god-level sect is too powerful, if they can enter it, it will be the glory of their life, and they have an unrivaled and powerful backing!

"If it continues like this, it will not be difficult to wipe out all the disciples of these god-level sects and gather one or two divine courts."

Jian Fengyun frowned slightly: "However, the disciples of the Divine Sword Palace and the Holy Land of Immortality belong to the old man, and I will not do anything to them. And the ancient sword pool has never provoked me, and I can't go there for no reason. kill them..."

Although Jian Fengyun's character is arrogant, he will not attack those innocent people.

"Forget it, we can only slowly search for people from the War God Temple and the Holy Court. There are more than [-] people, which should be enough."

With a secret voice, Jian Fengyun's figure disappeared into the void.

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In the blink of an eye, seven days passed.

During these seven days and months, at least hundreds of disciples died every day among all forces, except for the Divine Sword Palace, the Holy Land of Immortality and the Ancient Sword Pool.

Of course, disciples of the three major factions such as the Divine Sword Palace will also die, but compared to other sect forces, the number is almost negligible.

The people in charge of the Temple of War, the Pavilion of the Gods, and the Holy Court have always looked extremely ugly during these seven days.

Because of these forces, the most disciples died!
In the past seven days, plus the sword-light killing at the entrance of the gods ruins, more than 7000 disciples have died in the Temple of War, the 2 elites of the Divine Pavilion have all been wiped out, and about [-] people have died in the Holy Academy. [-] people, the other forces together almost killed nearly [-] people!

In seven days, half of the remaining 12 people died.

But at this moment, the expression of that Shenge Great Emperor was gloomy and terrifying.

Emperor Zun of the Temple of War also had a terrifyingly gloomy expression.

As for the final Holy Court, the responsible emperor looked at the fragments of the natal jade plaque that was almost piled up like a hill. The original winning ticket had disappeared, his face was flushed, and his veins were exposed, as if he was about to Like a volcanic eruption.

The ruins of the gods are not without casualties, every time the ruins are opened, there will be casualties.

However, each time the casualties will not be too large, even if it is the one that dies the most, the major forces are only half of the disciples who have perished. That time it was because they provoked a great emperor-level monster deep in the ruins of the gods, so lead to heavy losses.

But this time, just to chase down a young man who cultivated in the Spirit Emperor Realm, nearly 23% of the powerful forces in the Ten Thousand Territories were mobilized, and [-] disciples were assembled, and more than half of them died, reaching a terrifying three-quarters. The proportion is still expanding.

"Why exactly!"

The great emperor of the Holy Court clenched his fists, his gaze was always on the gate of the ruins.

The name of this great emperor is 'Sheng Li', and he is a vice-principal in the Holy Academy. He is the real vice-principal, not the nominal ones.

His cultivation is at the peak of the Great Emperor Realm.

At this moment, Shengli's eyes were red, and his voice was deep and terrifying, like a monster roaring.

Among the relics of the gods, Jian Fengyun's ghostly figure dressed in white has almost spread among the relics of the gods.

The entrance to the god's ruins was blocked by a formation, and Jian Fengyun's movements were not large and did not activate the Tongtian Shadow Formation, so outsiders could not even pry into it.

Apart from the disciples from the Divine Sword Palace, the Holy Land of Immortality, and the Ancient Sword Pool, disciples from other major sects often screamed in the ruins of the gods.

That kind of scream was extremely ear-piercing, like panic, like shriek, more like anger and unwillingness.

"This is the Holy Court, the [-]th."

Jian Fengyun's eyes flashed, and he looked not far away, when he looked at him, his face was full of hatred, and his teeth were about to be crushed.

Around this young man, there is also such a flame prison, which traps him, and finally burns alive into ashes.

"You have more backbone than others."

Jian Fengyun opened his mouth lightly, and immediately stretched out his hand to perform the exercises, engulfing the flame cage.

"However, if you listened to the words of the Holy Court and came to kill me, I can only kill you."

After swallowing this cage, Jian Fengyun looked at the Water God Court that was about to condense in his body, the Fire God Court and the Wind God Court had been completely condensed, and now the Water God Court is almost there.

From the opening of the ruins of the gods to the present, there are a total of about 25 disciples who entered before and after. Only the disciples of the Divine Sword Palace, the Holy Land of Immortality, and the Ancient Sword Pool did not move.

The other major sects had 24 disciples, and the death toll had exceeded 20!
Among the 20 disciples, some were killed by monsters, and some were killed by Jian Fengyun, but comparing the two, there was a huge difference.

Of those monsters who killed them, there could be as many as [-], and the rest... all died in Jian Fengyun's hands!
Among the 19 people killed by Jian Fengyun, more than 11 were from the Holy Academy, the Temple of War, the Pavilion of God, and the Flying Immortal Sect, which sent the largest number of people.

"There are still 4 people who are hiding very deeply. They must have fled there."

Jian Fengyun swept his eyes and looked at the deepest part of the god's ruins.

It was a desert.

There were bursts of smoke and dust blowing over the desert, like a small storm.

Huzz~ Huzz~
Under the smoke and dust, there is an extremely astonishing whistling sound of the wind, as if some terrifying beast screamed in the storm.

"It has been 21 days since I entered the ruins of the gods."

Jian Fengyun murmured: "Among the ruins of the gods, there are many opportunities. Unfortunately, I haven't had time to explore them yet. It just so happens that my Water God's Garden is about to gather."

(End of this chapter)