Enormous electric arcs that were visible to the naked eye spread in the form of circles, and everything that came into contact with them was destroyed in an instant.
The enormous electric arcs were like the God of Destruction. They destroyed everything that was visible and invisible, and they spread at the speed of lightning.
Numerous subtle explosions were heard in the air. He Yiming's ears twitched, but he was glad that he was lucky.
Fortunately, he had witnessed Yufei's Divine Soldier's sharp weapon in the blood rain, as well as Great Ancestor Netherworld's unknown Divine Soldier that was mixed in the mud to counterattack. This was why he was highly suspicious of the gloomy aura in the sky.
Sure enough, there was something hidden here that no one knew about.
He Yiming had not personally tasted those things, but he knew they were not simple at all.
Having said that, after the white horse accumulated its power for some time and attacked with the Lightning from the Thunder Pulse Beads, those things were completely destroyed, and not even a bit of them was left.
The white horse chewed hard, and its weak aura slowly increased. The white stones were quickly converted into its power, allowing it to stand firmly on its swaying hooves.
Following that, without He Yiming's order, it spread its hooves and ran forward as if it was flying.
Its speed was far from its peak, but it followed the electric arcs closely and was much faster than ordinary Venerable Ones.
In the sky, Jimo Fanshu's figure abruptly rose into the air and shot up into the sky like a flying sword.
The enormous electric arcs pursued him relentlessly below his feet and only dispersed when they were more than 33 meters high. However, there were still traces of purple lightning flashing in the void from time to time.
His face finally changed. He finally realized that the young fellow, whom he initially thought would not be able to escape from his grasp, had secretly schemed and tricked him instead.
The young fellow dismounted from his horse and became his enemy to attract his attention so that the other 2 holy beasts would have time to release Lightning.
Nevertheless, even he was shocked when he thought about the mightiness of the Lightning earlier.
This was because he himself wasn't sure if he would be able to come out unscathed if he were to be sucked into the Lightning.
His gaze shifted, and his expression darkened.
He Yiming's guess was right. Among the gloomy aura, there were actually tens of thousands of plankton that could float in the void.
These creatures were like blood-sucking insects. Once they latched onto the body of a human or beast, they would desperately drill into the flesh.
Their vitality was incomparably strong. Even if they were bombarded with True Qi, it would be very difficult to kill or expel them. Apart from using the secret techniques of the Blood Coagulation Sect, no one would be able to withstand the attacks of the plankton.
However, these plankton also had a fatal flaw, and that was that they could not fly. Only when humans and beasts collided with them could they take the opportunity to invade.
Jimo Fanshu had set up such an inescapable net filled with plankton to wait for He Yiming and the others to break out of the encirclement. He wanted to see the look of fear on their faces when they escaped.
Who knew, the tens of thousands of plankton were wiped out by the white horse's Lightning. Not a single one was spared.
Although these plankton are extremely powerful, the difficulty of cultivating them is also quite harsh.
Even after spending hundreds of years, he only managed to cultivate tens of thousands of plankton. Today, they were all destroyed, and his hard work for hundreds of years went down the drain.
Thinking of this, he could not help but feel a faint pain in his heart. In a flash, he had already flown over.
An extremely strong killing intent surged in his heart. It had been more than a century since he had such a strong killing intent.
After the white horse and Great Ancestor Yellow Spring left, a person ran down from a mountain in the distance.
The person had a handsome but somewhat gloomy face. It was Hao Xue, who had returned from the northwest. He had rushed to this place as soon as he woke up from his meditation, but what he saw was a mess.
His face was unsettled when he saw the charred ground around him and the flickering purple electric arcs in the air.
He looked around and finally saw a figure on the ground in the distance. When he ran over, he could not help but be stunned.
The person was charred from head to toe. It was obvious that he had been electrocuted by a large amount of Lightning Power. However, what surprised him was that the person's body was still twitching slightly as if there was still a trace of life in him.
Hao Xue was overjoyed. After taking a closer look, he shook his head and sighed.
There was a fatal wound on the person's chest. It was a wound that pierced his heart. Even if he was a Deity, he would still die without a doubt. The reason why he was still alive was probably because the Lightning Power had stimulated his last bit of potential.
"Brother Ji Mo …"
A faint voice came from the person's mouth. Hao Xue's face changed slightly. After hesitating for a moment, he picked up the person and sent him back to the Nine Underworlds.
Someone who could call Great Ancestor Ji Mo "Brother Ji Mo" must be a big shot of the present age and must have a certain friendship with the Great Ancestor.
With the power of the Nine Underworlds Yellow Springs, it was impossible to bring the dead back to life. However, it was still possible to prolong his feeble existence for half a day.
After that, everything would have to wait for Great Ancestor Yellow Spring to come back and make a decision.
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He Yiming urged the White Horse Lightning forward. As the energy of the White Stone continued to flow into his stomach, the white horse's speed became faster and faster. Its limbs also became more and more powerful.
However, at this moment, He Yiming sensed a strong sense of danger coming from behind him.
He turned his head and looked around. His heart was filled with horror.
In the sky, a black shadow rapidly flew over. His speed was even faster than the white horse at this moment.
If the white horse was at its peak, even if the person was flying in the sky, it was confident that it would be able to compete with him. However, at this time, the white horse was obviously affected by the all-out attack just now, so the distance between the two sides was rapidly closing.
Although Great Ancestor Yellow Spring had not caught up, the powerful killing intent was still overwhelming. He Yiming felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar and could not help but shiver.
He was terrified. He could not figure out why this person would suddenly have such a strong killing intent.
However, He Yiming knew that this time, no matter what, he could not let him catch up to him. Otherwise, his little life would really be lost here.
However, the distance between the two sides was getting closer and closer, and He Yiming's face was getting paler and paler.
Jimo Fanshu's eyes flashed. He had already entered the range of his attack. With a flick of his wrist, a beam of light appeared. With a light wave, the beam of light shot towards the white horse's rear at an even faster speed.
Although this sacred beast killed the plankton that he had painstakingly cultivated for hundreds of years, he admired the powerful Lightning Power. Therefore, he only wanted to take it down and see if there was a chance for him to tame it in the future.
However, as soon as the light left his hand, he saw a black shadow suddenly jump out from under the white horse's belly. The black shadow raised his hand to block, and his light was immediately deflected.
The white horse did not stop at all. It carried He Yiming and Baozhu and ran faster and faster.
Behind them, 108, who had hidden under the white horse's belly, took the initiative to jump out.
Gimo Fanshu snorted. Although he was surprised by this person's concealment technique, he would not show any mercy at this moment.
The light on his body suddenly shone brightly. Countless rays of light shone on 108's body, as if they were fixing him on the spot. A pair of hands gently patted over. It was silent and impossible to guard against.
Gimo Fanshu had made up his mind to kill. If he wanted to kill a Five Qi Great Venerable in the shortest time possible, the effect of using a flying sword in the air was far inferior to fighting in close combat.
108 calmly stretched out his palm, as if he wanted to block the palm.
However, Gimo Fanshu's arm twisted and wrapped around it as if it had no bones.
In this world, perhaps only the ancestor of the assassination world could cultivate his bones to the point where they resembled the bones of a snake.
However, 108's arm moved at the same time. His arm was softer and tougher than Old Ancestor Yellow Spring's arm.
Gimo Fanshu's eyes narrowed. This person was so strange. He was even more difficult to deal with than He Yiming.
He suddenly flicked his arm and a powerful force burst out, forcibly shaking 108's arm away.
Although 108 had boundless strength, this person who had reached the pinnacle of the human dao possessed such great strength that he was firmly suppressed.
This was the power of the Ninth Heavens. It was truly incomparable.
Then, Gimo Fanshu took a step forward. One of his palms turned pitch-black like iron and faintly emitted a fishy smell.
The palm was as fast as lightning and struck towards 108's chest.
108 raised his hand to block. Although he managed to block the palm, he was still hit in the chest by the tremendous force.
The tremendous force, mixed with a trace of black poisonous gas, invaded his body. This was a force that could completely crush a Five Qi Great Venerable. Even 108 found it difficult to withstand.
After struggling for a while, 108 finally stopped moving. His gem-like eyes no longer had any spirit. His head drooped down dejectedly. There was no longer any breath of life in his body.
Although there was no breath of life in his body to begin with, his current appearance made it easy for people to forget what had just happened.
Gimo Fanshu released his palm. 108 slowly slid to the ground in front of him and stopped moving.
Gimo Fanshu was very confident in his palm. He knew the consequences of his palm. He did not even bother to look at him and chased after the white horse in the distance.
However, he didn't know that not long after he left, Hundred and Eight stood up as if nothing had happened. He glanced at his body, and with a flash of light, it was as if he had changed into a new set of clothes. He then walked forward confidently. (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please go to www.qidian.com, there are more chapters. Support the author, support the original reading!)
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