Spiritual Lord of the Heavens: My spiritual disciples are all over the world

The killing intent was like a sharp arrow, with a biting chill, locking the pines in the sky tightly. Cangsong suddenly felt a huge fear spreading crazily in his heart like a tide. His body trembled slightly involuntarily, as if he was tightly shrouded in the shadow of death. The killing intent was like a giant dragon soaring into the sky, locking him in with the force of a mountain crushing an egg, leaving him with nowhere to escape.

Waves of thunder came from Han Fei's body, as if he was an angry roar in his heart. His hand quickly formed a lightning seal, and every movement was filled with determination and decisiveness. In an instant, the clouds in the sky began to gather again, like a huge black vortex, gradually pressing towards the top of the mountain.

The dark clouds were like ink, rolling towards the top of the mountain, seeming to swallow up the entire mountain, giving people an oppressive feeling of doomsday. Lightning flashed, and the deafening thunder echoed in the air, like the roar of God, which made people tremble. The strong wind howled, making the trees roar, as if playing a sad war song.

On the mountain top, the atmosphere was extremely tense. Han Fei tied a thunder seal in his hand, and his whole body flashed with dazzling thunder, echoing the thunder in the sky. His eyes flashed with anger, as if he wanted to turn all the evil in the world to ashes.

Above the sky, dark clouds rolled, lightning flashed and thunder, such a horrifying scene was like the end of the world. The power of this thunder was far more terrifying than the Divine Sword Thunder Control Technique that Cangsong had used just now, and all the disciples were horrified. Their faces were full of fear, and their bodies shrank back involuntarily, as if the thunder would fall on them at any time.

With a loud "bang" in the sky, lightning as thick as tree stumps filled the entire sky, like silver dragons dancing wildly in the air. These thunder and lightning were like locked pines, and they all violently struck at him. Cangsong was shocked, his face became as pale as paper, and beads of sweat fell from his forehead like raindrops.

He held the sword in his hand tightly and looked at the thunder in the sky with a solemn expression. He could feel that a more terrifying attack was gathering in the clouds, and this terrifying energy had locked his breath firmly.

He wanted to escape from the area shrouded by thunder and lightning. However, every time he flew forward a certain distance, a terrifying thunder and lightning struck him in front of him like a tiger, leaving him no chance to escape.

Cangsong's heart was instantly filled with fear. He felt as if he was a beast trapped in a cage. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not escape the shackles of fate.

He also controls thunder and lightning, but the total amount of thunder and lightning he can control is nothing compared to Han Fei. He was trapped in the Thunder Prison, with despair on his face.

All around him, sword energy was everywhere, but it could not break through the shackles of the thunder grid. In the distance, the disciples of Qingyun Sect watched all this in horror, their faces full of horror, and some were even so scared that their legs became weak and they collapsed to the ground.

On a hilltop more than a hundred kilometers away from Qingyun Gate, Wan Wang, the leader of the Ghost King Sect, stared in the direction of Qingyun Gate and secretly speculated in his heart. Beside him, Qinglong and Suzaku stood quietly, and they were also shocked by the terrifying power of thunder.

"Sect Master, is there anyone in Qingyun Sect who is going through the Three-Nine Heavenly Tribulation?" Wan Wan asked the middle-aged Qinglong next to him, with a hint of doubt and shock in his voice.

The King of Ten Thousands shook his head and said: "Qinglong, this is not a scene of overcoming tribulation, but more like someone using the Divine Sword and Thunder Control Technique." His tone was calm, but there was a trace of unnoticeable expectation in his eyes.

"How is this possible? How high a level of cultivation does it take to control the clouds that cover the entire Qingyun Mountain?" Qinglong said in shock, his face full of disbelief.

"Why is it impossible? Have you forgotten that in Qingyun Sect, there is still a real person from outside the realm of the Golden Core Stage living in the Qingyun Sect. If it were him, it might not be impossible." The King of Ten Thousand People said, with a hint of emotion in his voice. A glimmer of certainty.

"What the sect master said is absolutely true, but gathering such a huge amount of lightning energy does not seem like a competition. Could it be that the person from outside the territory has a conflict with the Qingyun Sect? If so, it would be a great benefit for us. News." said Suzaku, the woman next to the King of Ten Thousands, her eyes shining with excitement.

The King of Ten Thousand People frowned and said calmly: "The situation is not clear yet, so let's observe it first! Before he leaves Qingyun Sect, we will stay put for the time being." There was deep worry in his eyes, as if he was weighing pros and cons of the situation.

Qinglong nodded and replied: "That's all we can do. Qingyun Sect has the Zhuxian Sword Formation. If there is such a Jindan Master sitting in charge, we will have no chance of winning in the attack on Qingyun." There was a hint of helplessness in his tone, and his face Showing worry.

Wanwan Xiang continued with a depressed look on his face: "Yes! The Qingyun Sect is really lucky. With the blessing of techniques from people outside the territory, Daoxuan and the others may have made breakthroughs in their cultivation during this period of time. If we wait any longer and Daoxuan breaks through the golden elixir stage, it will be our end. Time waits for us, and we must wait for the opportunity to snatch the Qingyun Sect's skills."

"Sect Master, is that person still unwilling to hand over his technique?" Qinglong asked unwillingly.

The leader of the Ghost King Sect shook his head, sighed, and said: "Kung Fu is the foundation of Qingyun Sect's inheritance. Even if he hates Daoxuan, he will not leak Qingyun Sect's Kung Fu." His expression looked a little helpless and frustrated.

Qinglong sneered and said through gritted teeth: "In this case, we can only wait until that person leaves Qingyun Gate and find a way to snatch it from him." There was a trace of cruelty in his eyes.

"Okay, then get ready." The King of Ten Thousand People said firmly, "Notify all the experts we can summon to be ready to attack Qingyun Gate at any time."

Qinglong bowed and saluted, turned around and left quickly.

"Suzaku, you should go back to the Ghost King Sect first. I want to sneak into Qingyun Mountain to find out what's going on." The King of Ten Thousand People said after thinking for a moment.

"Yes, Sect Master." Suzaku responded, with concern in his eyes, "Sect Master, you must be careful when sneaking into Qingyun Sect."

Wanwan waved his hand, indicating to Suzaku not to worry. Seeing this, Zhuque also knew that Wanwan's decision to go was difficult to change, so he said no more, bowed to Wanwan, and then turned around and drifted away like a ghost. Thousands of people looked at her leaving figure, a trace of determination flashed in their eyes, and then they quietly sneaked towards the Qingyun Gate.

At this time, on the Tongtian Peak of Qingyun Sect, the thunder was finally brewing. The power of a thunderbolt as thick as a water tank was like a ferocious dragon, carrying the power of destroying the world and destroying the world. It suddenly fell from the sky, aiming directly at Cangsong who was trapped in the prison of thunder.

Cangsong looked at the thunder beam falling from the sky, his heart filled with despair. He never imagined that Han Fei would actually dare to kill him in front of all the disciples of Qingyun Sect. At this time, beads of sweat fell from his forehead like raindrops, and his body was shaking involuntarily.

Under the thundercloud, Tian Buyi and others gradually woke up. Although they still didn't know what happened, they saw Cangsong trapped in the thunder grid. The powerful thunder power fell, which made them even more horrified.

Tian Buyi's eyes widened, and he exclaimed with horror on his face: "Han Fei, no!" His voice was full of anxiety and fear, as if it was about to break through the sky.

However, Han Fei turned a blind eye to Tian Buyi's cry. He just glanced down indifferently and ignored it. Tian Buyi's shouts were like silence in the ocean. In the blink of an eye, thunder had arrived, and the violent power of thunder and lightning drowned the pines in an instant.

The people below only heard an earth-shattering scream, and then saw a black shadow streaking across the sky like a meteor, falling rapidly towards the pool below. Everyone could only watch, their hearts filled with shock and disbelief.

When all the disciples of the Qingyun Sect witnessed this scene, they were all stunned and stunned. They really couldn't believe that Cang Song, who had been so arrogant just now, was now dead. Such a huge gap shocked their hearts greatly.

While everyone was stunned, Tian Buyi drove the flying sword, rushed into the sky like a strong wind, and caught the pines falling from the sky. As he approached Cangsong, a strong smell of burnt barbecue hit his face, making him cough. He put a hand on Cangsong's neck, his heart sank, and his face became extremely ugly.