Chapter 654: Make Your Move!

Hearing the voice coming from the Xuese Qiulao.

The old man, who had just finished blood-sacrificing one person, paused in his movements.

Looking at Wang Jianqiang with a smile that was not quite a smile, "So it is Li Dabao. This name, this old man has some impression of it; it is indeed a Disciple of my Divine Fire Alliance."

Wang Jianqiang nodded like a chick pecking at rice, "Elder, since we are the villains, you should have told this Disciple earlier. It made this Disciple think just a moment ago that I was one of the righteous ones."

"Otherwise, where would there be any need for you to do such menial work yourself?"

"If you let me out, this Disciple will come to help you share the burden."

Hearing the conversation between Wang Jianqiang and the old man, Ruan Haoxuan and the other few Divine Fire Alliance Disciples, who had already been at a loss, also reacted.

They spoke up loudly one after another.

"Supreme Elder, I am also a Disciple of the Divine Fire Alliance."

"Elder, I am also a villain. We are all the same, born bad seeds; we cannot kill each other."

"Supreme Elder, my mother said I was different from others when I was born. Others were crying 'wa-wa', but I was born laughing 'jie-jie'. I felt I was suited to be a villain, but later I joined the Divine Fire Alliance. I thought I had joined the wrong organization, but I didn't expect that I had misunderstood the organization. Jie-jie-jie, you must show mercy to me."

Hearing the loud voices of those few people, the corner of the old man's mouth twitched.

His gaze swept over them, and a meaningful smile appeared on his face.

"If you hadn't reminded me, this old man would have almost forgotten."

"Since you are people of the Divine Fire Alliance, naturally you must be treated differently."

Upon hearing this, Ruan Haoxuan and the others all revealed looks of pleasant surprise.

Just at this moment, the old man's voice came over again, "As Divine Fire Alliance Disciples, you ought to set an example for others; you should be the first to be blood-sacrificed."

The expressions of Ruan Haoxuan and the others stiffened instantly, then turned completely bloodless.

The old man's gaze swept over Ruan Haoxuan and the others, he sneered, and then looked at Wang Jianqiang, a flash of coldness passing through his eyes.

"Li Dabao, is it?"

"I remember you."

"In just a few short years, your cultivation has soared suddenly; the fortune on your body must be very strong."

"Let's start with you first."

After speaking, his palm grabbed toward Wang Jianqiang.

Wang Jianqiang's body immediately flew up as if it were out of control.

"No, don't~"

Just at the moment Wang Jianqiang's soles left the ground, a pair of cold palms suddenly grabbed him.

Wang Jianqiang looked at Zhao Ruier, a flash of astonishment passing deep in his eyes.

Although he could feel that Zhao Ruier's attitude toward him had undergone no small change during the time they had spent together.

But he had not expected that at such a juncture, she would actually dare to intervene.

He subconsciously glanced at Zhao Ruier's Attribute Panel.

"Good and Evil Value: 80"

Seeing this value, he could not help but feel a bit surprised.

He had never paid much attention to Zhao Ruier's Good and Evil Value.

He did not expect.

Her Good and Evil Value had already reached 80 points.

"Heh, you want to die, is that it?"

"I'll grant your wish next, don't be in such a hurry!"

Just at this moment, the old man suddenly sneered.

His other palm waved.

A streak of blood-colored light suddenly shot out from the blood-colored light screen and landed on Zhao Ruier.

Puchi~

Zhao Ruier's face turned pale, and she collapsed onto the ground.

Seeing this, a flash of gloom passed through Wang Jianqiang's eyes.

The next moment.

Under the restraint of an invisible force, he flew out of the Xuese Qiulao and was restrained in front of the old man by the old man's power.

"Li Dabao, being able to make a contribution to the sect is your honor."

"Go."

The old man looked at Li Dabao indifferently and raised his hand, about to grab Wang Jianqiang's neck.

Just like he had thrown the others before, he would throw Wang Jianqiang onto the Xuese Jitan.

Just at the moment his palm was about to touch Wang Jianqiang.

A flash of Spirit Light suddenly appeared on Wang Jianqiang's body.

The originally plump figure disappeared, and in its place was a tall and thin figure.

"Xiaobaibai."

At the same time, his telepathic message entered the Spirit God Ring.

A flash of Spirit Light appeared on the Spirit God Ring.

Xiaobai's Soul Body instantly rushed into his Soul Sea and directly took over his body.

At the moment the old man was stunned because Wang Jianqiang had returned to his original appearance.

She raised her hand and struck.

Boom—

The old man's face revealed astonishment; a mouthful of fresh blood sprayed out, and he flew backward in a sorry state.

With a splash, he fell into the Xue Hai.

A moment later.

The old man flew out from the Xue Hai and stared fixedly at Wang Jianqiang.

"Spirit Transformation Stage Perfection!"

"You are not Li Dabao!"

"Who are you?"

At this moment, Wang Jianqiang's physical body had been entirely handed over to Xiaobai.

Facing the old man's interrogation, Xiaobai had no intention of responding at all.

A profound and mysterious aura radiated from her body.

Between heaven and earth, strands of black aura emerged, shrouding this area in the blink of an eye.

The already dim world suddenly plunged into absolute darkness.

One could not even see one's own fingers.

"This is..."

"Darkness Will Realm!"

"No, it seems there is also Slaughter Power."

"And..."

"They are both Ninth-Order Artistic Conception!!!"

"How is this possible!"

The old man scanned his surroundings, his pupils constricting.

After a Cultivator reaches Nascent Soul Stage Perfection, they need to cultivate Will Power.

And after a Cultivator reaches Spirit Transformation Stage Perfection, they must condense an Artistic Conception.

Similar to Will Power, Artistic Conception cultivation is also divided into nine tiers.

The further one goes, the stronger their aptitude and the greater their potential.

Ninth-Order Artistic Conception is already the limit of Artistic Conception.

Aside from having seen it in ancient texts.

He had never before seen a heaven-gifted genius of this level.

And now, this kind of legendary heaven-gifted genius had actually appeared before him!

His expression grew solemn, and his figure shook.

An invisible force swept outward.

The surrounding darkness immediately receded.

His vision was restored.

Swish, swish~

Just at this moment.

Within the constantly receding darkness, a large number of sharp swords formed from black aura suddenly shot over.

The old man's expression tightened, and he pressed his palm forward.

Clang, clang, clang~

The black aura sharp swords were blocked by an invisible barrier, and one after another, they were shattered into mist and dissipated.

During this process, the old man did not block them easily.

The power contained within those sharp swords formed from black aura was surprisingly astonishing.

His arms were shaken until they were almost numb, and his figure retreated continuously.

When the last black aura sharp sword was shattered.

Before the old man could even catch his breath, the darkness that filled the world suddenly contracted rapidly toward a single point.

In the blink of an eye.

The darkness between heaven and earth vanished.

Wang Jianqiang's figure reappeared, and before him, a black longsword as solid as reality floated quietly.

Not a shred of aura leaked from the longsword; the blade seemed capable of devouring light, so black it made one's heart race with panic.

Wang Jianqiang pointed a finger.

The longsword trembled.

It did not stir up the slightest ripple.

It vanished silently and without a trace.

The old man's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly gathered all his power to cover the surface of his body.

The next moment.

The pitch-black longsword quietly manifested before him.

Crack~

Amidst a sound like shattering glass.

The defense the old man had exhausted all his strength to gather outside his body shattered like paper.

His face immediately revealed a look of horror, and he retreated in a rush.

However, his speed was far inferior compared to the pitch-black longsword.

Pfft!

The long sword pierced through his physical body.