Chapter 2150： The whereabouts of the divine water of good fortune

The latest website: The cyan peacock circled high in the sky, setting off waves of cyan fire. Soon, a cloud of cyan fire the size of a hundred miles appeared in the sky, emitting an amazing heat wave.

Accompanied by a deafening roar, cyan fireballs fell one by one and smashed into the Blood Shadow Clan cultivator.

Three escaping lights appeared in the distant sky, and the speed was extremely fast.

"No, the spirit world has sent people down."

The blood-skirted young woman's expression changed, and she exclaimed, she didn't say a word, she shook her sleeves, rolled up more than a dozen clansmen, turned into a blood-colored light, and walked away at a very fast speed.

The dense cyan fireball smashed down, and the cultivator was hit by the cyan fireball, and instantly disappeared.

A gust of hot wind blew past, and the cyan phoenix suddenly appeared on the top of Bloody Escape, opening his mouth to shoot out a cyan flame, heading straight for Bloody Escape.

The **** escape light wanted to avoid, a heavy Sanskrit voice sounded, and the **** escape light suddenly stopped.

There was a loud rumbling sound, the cyan flame drowned the blood-colored escape light, and a woman's scream was heard.

The void fluctuated together, and a big blue hand appeared out of nowhere and patted the blue sea of ​​fire.

With a scream, the young woman in the blood skirt fell out of the sea of ​​​​fire, her face slightly pale.

The blood-colored spiritual patterns on her body were bright, and her body turned into a blood mist, which suddenly burst into thousands of balls, flew in different directions, and disappeared into the sky.

At this moment, a deafening beast roar suddenly came from the bottom of the sea, and the sea tumbled violently, setting off one after another huge waves, and a powerful gravity emerged out of thin air.

The speed of the blood mist slowed down and quickly fell towards the bottom of the sea.

With a flash of blue light, a small tower with sparkling blue light suddenly appeared high in the sky. The tower was engraved with many patterns of monsters, exuding a terrifying aura.

The small cyan tower lit up with a dazzling cyan light, its body soared, and a powerful airflow emerged out of nowhere, and the blood mist flew uncontrollably towards the cyan tower, as did other monks who were lucky enough to escape. The giant tower flew away and was taken in by the blue giant tower.

The three escaped lights also stopped, two men and one woman, the strongest breath was a blue-robed Taoist priest with a fat brain, a blue jade gourd hanging on his waist, and a blue spirit beast bracelet on his left hand.

Li Muyun, the leader of the lower realm of the Xuanqing faction in the middle stage of God Transformation.

"Dare to invade other interfaces in the early days of God Transformation, and act daringly."

Li Muyun sneered, and with a single move, the giant blue tower shrank quickly and flew towards him.

A red-robed old man who was as thin as a bamboo pole lit up with a dazzling red light in his eyes. He frowned and said, "Don't be careless, the blood shadow clan's talent and supernatural powers should not be underestimated, and they are actually hiding under our noses."

Sun Feng, a fifth-order array mage, has the cultivation base of the middle stage of the transformation of the gods.

His lower realm is mainly to help the Zhao family to set up the formation and prevent the Zhao family from being exterminated.

With a flick of his right hand, a flag with red light flowed out, and with a slight shake, a red flame swept out, hitting a certain void.

There was a flash of blood, and the young woman in the blood skirt appeared, her eyes were terrified, the blood mist just now was a blindfold.

A look of surprise flashed in Li Muyun's eyes, and there was a hint of anger. The other party was hiding under his nose, and he was almost deceived.

"Senior Brother Li, don't blame yourself. This is the first time we have dealt with the Blood Shadow Clan. The Blood Shadow Clan's innate and magical powers are indeed powerful, but they can't hide from Senior Brother Sun's true eyes."

A graceful young woman in a golden skirt said with a chuckle. After saying this, she raised her jade hand, and two cyan circles flew out and disappeared instantly.

The young woman in the blood-skirt turned pale with fright, her body was full of blood, a huge vortex suddenly appeared on the sea, and a strong gravity emerged out of thin air. She felt trapped in the quagmire, unable to move.

A blue light lit up above his head, and a blue ring suddenly appeared.

The young woman in the blood-skirt hurriedly spewed out a blood-colored flame that smelled extremely, hitting the cyan ring.

"Be careful, the flames she spews can defile treasures."

Zhao Yangxiang hurriedly shouted.

The cyan ring suddenly lit up with a dazzling blue light and disappeared. The next moment, the cyan ring was wrapped around the neck of the young woman in the blood skirt. The young woman in the blood skirt found in horror that she could not mobilize her mana.

Taking this opportunity, the cyan tower spewed a cyan glow and took her in.

"With Zhao Junior Sister's Prisoner Ring in hand, it is much more convenient to deal with the Blood Shadow Clan."

Li Muyun praised that the young woman in the golden skirt was called Zhao Weiwei, and she was a fifth-order weapon refiner.

The Xuanqing faction sent three middle-stage cultivators to the lower realm, namely the Array Master, the Refiner, and the Yuling Master, and they attached great importance to this matter.

"The Prisoner Ring is not a panacea. If it wasn't for the cooperation of the two senior brothers, the little sister would not have captured her so easily."

Zhao Weiwei said modestly.

Zhao Yangxiang flew over and looked respectful: "Junior Zhao Yangxiang pays respects to the three seniors."

"Zhao Shizu sent us to the lower realm just to help you, and Zhao Shizuo doesn't need to be too polite."

Li Muyun said amicably, that the ancestors of the Zhao family were already in the integration period, so he would naturally be more polite.

"By the way, Master Zhao, where is the divine water of good fortune?"

Li Muyun asked straight to the point.

"In the Tianhaimen of Xihai Xiu Xianjie, the Tianhaimen has been destroyed, and it is estimated that it is in the hands of the Blood Shadow Clan."

Zhao Yangxiang replied truthfully.

Li Muyun frowned and ordered, "Go back to Qianyang Island first, and tell us in detail about the situation between the Blood Shadow Clan and the Sky Sea Realm. Only by knowing the enemy and knowing ourselves can we be victorious in every battle."

"Yes, Master Li."

Zhao Yangxiang said politely, and quickly invited the three of Li Muyun to Qianyang Island.

Golden Turtle Island, the main altar of Taiyang Sect.

Thousands of monks are fighting, corpses are everywhere, and the fire is blazing.

In an extremely wide red stone square, a golden human-shaped statue stands in the center of the square, which is the statue of Taiyang Zhenren, the founder of the Taiyang School.

An embarrassed figure fell from the sky and smashed onto the statue, and the statue shattered.

Yang Hongji, the head of Taiyangzong, fell to the ground, spit out a large mouthful of blood, and his face was pale.

A ray of blood descended from the sky. It was a tall and thin old man in blood robes, and he was a late Nascent Soul monk. The old man in blood robes had some blood-colored spiritual patterns on his body. He had a tall nose and long ears. He was obviously a blood shadow clan.

"You can actually support it for so long, give you another chance to serve us, and we can spare your life."

The tone of the blood-robed old man was full of temptation.

"Even if the old man dies, he won't play a role for the tiger. Our ancestors have already been sent to the lower realm, and you will suffer when the time comes."

Yang Hongji laughed.

"Hmph, if you're stubborn, I'll send you on your way."

The blood-robed old man's expression turned cold.

At this moment, the sky darkened, and a cyan lotus flower with a diameter of ten thousand feet fell from the sky.

The cyan lotus flower spun around Countless cyan sword energy swept out and slashed towards the Blood Shadow Clan.

The blood-robed old man was frightened to death, and hurriedly offered a blood-colored shield to block him.

The blood-colored shield was like paper paste, smashed by the dense cyan sword energy, and the blood-robed old man took the opportunity to avoid it.

"Who? Dare to destroy the good things of our Blood Shadow Clan."

The blood-robed old man frowned.

"Qinglian King Qingshan."

A cold and ruthless man's voice came from the sky, resounding through the world.

As soon as the voice fell, a cyan long rainbow descended from the sky and slashed at the blood-robed old man.

The blood-robed old man was unavoidable, and hurriedly waved the blood-colored long knife in his hand to meet him.

With a muffled sound, the blood-colored long knife and the blood-robed old man were cut in half by the blue-colored Changhong.