You think I have pure spiritual roots, why are you crying when I am invincible?

The soul-eating stick transported spiritual power into Xiao Yun's body like thousands of blood vessels.

The spiritual power in these righteous monks is the essence of their accumulated practice over time.

Its degree of purity is far beyond comparison with external spiritual power.

A large amount of spiritual power poured into Xiao Yun's body through the soul-eating stick.

It contains spiritual power of various attributes such as metal, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, thunder...etc.

If a monk with ordinary spiritual roots were to have so much mixed spiritual power enter his body, he would definitely explode and die.

But Xiao Yun has mixed spiritual roots.

No matter what attribute of spiritual power it is, it is the same to him.

The body will not produce any rejection reaction at all.

For Xiao Yun, the more spiritual power the better, and he will not refuse anyone who comes.

In just two or three breaths, Xiao Yun almost achieved the effect that others would have achieved through years of hard work...

Feng Ai saw that Xiao Yun could absorb other people's cultivation for his own use.

Only then did he understand why Xiao Yun had such incomprehensible cultivation.

"I see..." Feng Ai murmured to himself.

"That's not surprising."

"How can you be a good person if you practice in this way of benefiting yourself at the expense of others?"

"I should have thought of it earlier."

"He can recognize the Poison Emperor of Eternity as his adoptive father, so he can't be a kind person?"

"Hey, I still misjudged him..."

"With such cultivation at such a young age, it seems that he often uses this kind of evil skill."

Feng Ai shook his head slightly and sighed.

At this moment, he no longer had the idea of ​​taking Xiao Yun to the fairy world.

Evil cultivators like Xiao Yun could just be killed directly.

His life is a disaster for all righteous monks...

Just when Feng Ai was about to kill Xiao Yun.

Suddenly the sky was filled with wind and thunder.

The green dragon coming out of the Blue Dragon Flag rolled up and down in the thunder clouds.

Countless wrathful thunders fell from the sky, directly striking the righteous monks within the Tianyuan Sect with indiscriminate lightning strikes.

"Boom boom boom..."

Tianyuan Sect immediately turned into a thundering hell.

Most monks simply cannot withstand lightning strikes of this magnitude.

They screamed and were struck by lightning, falling to the ground one after another...

This Qinglong Flag is indeed a treasure passed down by Liu Nan Tianzu.

Its destructive power far exceeds Feng Ai's imagination.

With just one lightning strike, hundreds of righteous monks died tragically from the power of thunder...

When Feng Ai saw this, his color suddenly changed.

Even the underworld army that resisted the leader of the holy religion did not kill so many righteous monks.

Now, so many people have been killed by this ferocious beast.

Feng Ai finally lost his previous calmness.

He shouted angrily: "How dare you, evil beast?"

Following Feng Ai's roar.

His people have already flown towards the green dragon in mid-air.

Countless thunderbolts fell towards Feng Ai, but they did not even break the spiritual barrier in front of Feng Ai.

Feng Ai flew into the air.

He pointed like a sword and made a slashing gesture towards the green dragon in the clouds.

There was a soft sound of "swish".

A transparent sword energy that seemed to have substance went straight towards Qinglong.

Feng Ai's attack did not show any earth-shattering momentum.

Even the sound of the sword energy breaking through the air was covered up by the thunder.

The monk who was a little further away just saw Feng Ai raising his hand to gesture towards the green dragon.

They couldn't even see the sword energy fired by Feng Ai.

But such an inconspicuous sword energy is surprisingly powerful.

Just listen to a shrill dragon roar that resounds throughout the world.

"Ang~~Ang~~Ang~~~"

Qinglong's screams made everyone feel terrified.

The thunder also dissipated at this time.

Everyone couldn't help but look up.

I saw the green dragon's body rolling crazily.

The next second, its huge dragon head fell straight from its neck.

The wounds were neat and smooth, as if they had been injured by a magic weapon...

In an instant, dragon blood splattered everywhere.

The headless dragon twisted and struggled wildly for a few times before falling from the air...

The righteous monks who were not bombarded by thunderclouds in the distance were shocked to see Feng Ai being so brave.

They couldn't help but sigh: "As expected of Master Wuwei, with this level of cultivation, he is truly invincible in the world..."

"No one in the Beast Divine State can compete with him!"

"..."

After Feng Ai killed Qinglong with one blow, his face did not show a relaxed expression.

Instead, he looked up at the thunderclouds in the sky with a solemn expression.

Feng Ai murmured to himself: "Huh?"

"The calamity clouds started to gather so quickly?"

"Did it come too soon?"

"I've obviously been very restrained..."

"It seems we can't delay it any longer. We must quickly break the confinement of space and go to the fairy world to deal with the disaster."

I feel that the clouds of calamity are gathering.

Feng Ai wanted to end things with Xiao Yun immediately.

He looked down at Xiao Yun.

When Feng Ai saw the arcs of electricity flashing all over Xiao Yunzhou's body, his eyes suddenly showed a look of shock.

He looked up again at the gathering clouds of calamity.

He murmured: "Could this thunder tribulation be aimed at Xiao Yun?"

"How could Xiao Yun have such a large-scale thunder disaster?"

Feng Ai looked down at Xiao Yun again.

He could be 100% sure that Xiao Yun was definitely not a monk in the Mahayana realm.

But he was clearly not a Mahayana monk, yet he had to experience a thunder tribulation comparable to the ascension tribulation.

This made Feng Ai feel a little weird.

After a brief period of surprise, Feng Ai gradually calmed down.

Many things in the world just don't make sense.

Feng Ai is not a serious person.

It doesn't matter what caused the thunder tribulation to be so exaggerated.

The most important thing right now is that he must kill Xiao Yun as soon as possible.

Xiao Yun cannot be allowed to suffer disaster here.

A thunder catastrophe of this magnitude would probably destroy the entire Tianyuan Sect...

Feng Ai moved and rushed directly towards Xiao Yun.

He came behind Xiao Yun, raised his palm and slapped Xiao Yun on the head.

But Feng Ai didn't have time to land his palm.

There were countless vines surrounding Xiao Yun.

The soul-eating stick formed a ball to protect Xiao Yun inside.

Feng Ai slapped the defensive ball of the Soul-Eating Stick firmly with his palm.

Feng Ai struck this palm with the intention of killing.

He showed no mercy.

According to what Feng Ai thought, even a monk in the Mahayana realm would never be able to block this blow...

The soul-eating stick was directly slapped away by Feng Ai.

Feng Ai's overbearing palm force shattered the Soul-Eating Stick's defensive ball into pieces.

Xiao Yun, surrounded by electric arcs, emerged from the defensive ball...

It seemed that Xiao Yun was not hurt at all.

Feng Ai frowned slightly and was about to step forward to pursue him.

Suddenly, a heartbreaking scream was heard from below.

He looked down.

The hundreds of monks tied up with soul-eating rods were bleeding from their orifices, and more than half of them were lifeless.

Those who are still alive are pale and miserable...

Feng Ai's palm just now seemed to hit Xiao Yun.

In fact, Xiao Yun allowed Feng Ai's extremely powerful palm power to be dispersed to the Tianyuan Sect disciples through the soul-eating stick.

Feng Ai personally killed hundreds of Tianyuan Sect disciples...

Feng Ai's expression changed, he glared at Xiao Yun and said, "What a good thing you did..."

Xiao Yun looked at Feng Ai coldly and said, "It's a good thing you did..."

After that, Xiao Yun ignored Feng Ai.

He once again activated the soul-eating stick to surround himself, absorbing the cultivation of Tianyuan Sect disciples with all his strength...