This scene was crazy and extremely terrifying.
At least, it was so for the cultivators in the Northwest. They had never seen more than a thousand celestial officials attack at the same time because no one in the Northwest dared to go against Sengoku so openly. Moreover, these celestial officials were Dharma Plane Great Venerables. No one in the Northwest was strong enough to be besieged by more than a thousand Dharma Plane Great Venerables.
Chaos!
Absolute chaos.
What was shocking was that in the pavilion, the man in white, Gu Qingfeng, was still sitting on the stone bench, drinking by himself.
His expression didn't change.
His clothes didn't move.
His hair didn't flutter.
His brows didn't furrow.
His eyes didn't blink.
It was as if at this moment, the celestial skills of more than a thousand celestial officials were not besieging him. Not only did he not use his spiritual power to resist, but he also didn't react at all. He didn't even look at them.
Why!
What did he have?
Was he going to use his so-called physical body to resist the celestial skills that filled the sky?
No one knew.
No one knew.
In the blink of an eye.
Just as everyone's eyes were wide open and their faces turned pale with fright, everything became still.
Yes.
Everything came to a standstill.
Whether it was the celestial skills that filled the sky or the celestial skills that filled the sky.
Whether it was the celestial officials, the Hundred Tribulation Elder, or the Viscount of Sengoku.
Even the earth that was cracking, the storm that was howling, the lightning and thunder that were rumbling, the nature that was changing, the supernatural powers and immortal arts that were condensing, the Dharma Idol of the Great Sunlight that was enveloping everything, the Star Guardian that was protecting the Immortal Official, and the crazy colorful spirits of nature.
Everything was still.
As if even time had stopped.
Silence.
It was frighteningly silent.
No one had ever seen such a strange scene.
Laoguai, who had cultivated for thousands of years, didn't.
There were no powerful figures who had reincarnated.
Not to mention them, even Su 'Er, who was the Fairy of the Nine Heavens in her previous life, did not have one.
She looked at the inexplicably frozen scene in front of her, and the expression on her beautiful face was as if she had seen a miracle.
She knew that powerful immortal arts could make people stop in an instant.
But that was an immortal art, and Gu Qingfeng hadn't done anything. He hadn't even circulated his spiritual energy.
There was also a type of spiritual technique that could cause people to instantly freeze.
Gu Qingfeng didn't use any spiritual means either.
There was also the Great Creation Aura, which could also cause one to freeze instantly.
However, Gu Qingfeng did not use any great power of creation.
He did nothing.
Just like that, he crossed his legs in boredom and drank by himself. Why did all the immortal arts and divine abilities that filled the sky and all the Sengoku immortal officials who were making their moves inexplicably stop?
She also knew that Gu Qingfeng's existence was very mysterious and strange, but she never thought that it would be mysterious and strange to such a shocking and terrifying extent.
This scene was like a painting.
It was more like a strange painting.
Because everything in the painting was still, except for Gu Qingfeng who was still drinking in the pavilion.
Not everyone among the immortal officials was still.
There were also seven or eight who were just stunned. They were Lord Xun, Deacon Bai, and a few other nebula immortal officials.
They were not frozen, not because they were powerful, but because they didn't make a move. That was all.
But at this moment.
They also didn't move, not because they couldn't, but because they didn't dare. Their mouths were open, their eyes were wide, and they didn't even dare to breathe.
"All of you have already cultivated the Primordial Spirit Dharma Form, and there are even many Hundred Tribulations Old Men among you. You have already walked more than half of the path of cultivation, and you are only one step away from becoming an immortal. If that's the case, why do you still want to enter Sengoku and become immortal officials?"
Gu Qingfeng's voice sounded, and there was still no joy, anger, sorrow, or joy in it. It was very calm, as if he was talking to himself.
"Is it because of that so-called Light Seed of the Immortal's Guardian?"
He drank the wine in his cup in one gulp, and when he stood up, he stretched his back and walked out of the pavilion. He reached out and touched a sharp sword technique.
He didn't know who had produced this sword technique. It looked like a Soul Freezing Silver Needle, but its power was extraordinary.
This sword technique was called the Great Divine Power of the Octupole Ice Spirit. It contained 372 mysteries of the Swamp Water, more than 400 mysteries of the Yin Soul, and more than 600 mysteries of the Wind and Frost. It could be said to be a very brilliant sword technique.
Gu Qingfeng reached out and touched the still sword technique in his hand. He played with it and said, "Can a small seed really allow you to have a meteoric rise on the path of cultivation? Can you smoothly pass through the various tribulations and become an immortal? "
As he spoke, he pinched with two fingers, and the Great Divine Power of the Octupole Ice Spirit that contained all kinds of mysteries instantly disappeared.
"All of you have cultivated for a long time, so you should know that there are no shortcuts on the path of cultivation. You should also know that the more shortcuts you take, the more tribulations you will have to face in the future."
He then looked at the divine arts in the sky and said, "In the future, even if you use this small seed to become an immortal, you will only be a false immortal. You only have the name of the immortal dao, but you don't have the actual immortal dao. In the end, it will still be for naught. Right now, you still have a chance to redeem yourself, or at least, you still have many choices. But in the future, you will only be reduced to ashes. There is no other path, just like this dissipating divine art."
With that, he waved his hand. There was no light, no surge of spiritual energy, and no immortal arts. Only a series of crackling sounds could be heard. Then, the immortal arts and divine arts that filled the sky mysteriously disappeared. All the immortal arts and divine arts were like this. There were no exceptions.
"Cultivation is not easy, and life is even more precious. To cultivate to your level, each of you has put in a lot of effort, and you have gone through countless life and death situations. Today, I did not kill you, not because I am merciful, not because I am soft-hearted, but because I pity you. However, it is not you who are pitiful, but your families, your loved ones. That is all."
Turning around, Gu Qingfeng poured himself a cup of wine. He raised his head and drank it in one gulp. Then, he changed the topic and coldly shouted, "However … you can avoid death, but you can't escape punishment. Since you attacked, you have to pay the price. In your next life, lie in bed and think clearly. Think about your parents, and also think about your descendants. Then, f * cking attack for me!"
As his voice fell, Gu Qingfeng turned around and waved his hand. The wind and clouds changed color, thunder exploded, and the void exploded.
Bang!
One of them bled from all seven orifices, and his Primordial Spirit Dharma Form dissipated. His Zifu shattered, and all the meridians in his body were broken. He fell to the ground.
Then, another person, ten people, a hundred people, a thousand people. In an instant, more than a thousand immortal officials were bleeding from all seven orifices, and stiffly fell to the ground.
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