Chapter 1490: Divide (Congratulations on the Sun and Moon Alliance)

Just when everyone was helpless, the Third Holy Son said loudly, "Brothers from Luting, please give me a helping hand."

I don’t know if the Three Holy Sons really have their power, or if they are secretly conveying their thoughts and promises.

At that moment, more than 30 people from various major roads all jumped towards the direction of the Three Saint Sons.

At this moment, the split soul shot out by the Third Holy Son appeared completely. The solid black pillar as thick as a sea bowl hit the knot of a golden gourd.

I don't know if the three holy sons conveyed their thoughts again, but more than thirty point-yuan experts all separated their souls and converged towards the black soul pillar.

Suddenly, the black soul pillar glowed brightly and turned into a black sickle. The sickle blade was slowly cutting towards the green vine knot connecting the golden gourd.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of breaths passed, and there was no gap in the vine knot.

A sneer appeared at the corner of Wang Yao's lips, and he secretly said: "This person is nothing more than that."

He did not expect that the black sickle would never stop cutting.

After half a cup of tea passed, a shallow crescent-shaped gap finally appeared in the vine knot.

The most fearful thing in anything is wasted effort. Once hope appears, those who work hard will be able to burst out with a hundred thousand enthusiasm.

This is the situation at the moment. A group of people from various major roads are forced to borrow the power of the Three Holy Sons under threats or inducements.

However, after half a cup of tea, there was still no result, and I don’t know how many people were resentful.

But at this moment, the vine knot connecting the gourd opened the gap, and all the resentment disappeared.

The Third Holy Son's confidence was even more boosted, and he conveyed his thoughts to everyone and made a heavy promise.

Immediately everyone united as one, and patiently continued to use the black sickle to cut the knot of the gourd vine.

With the Three Holy Sons as examples, there will be people who want to imitate them.

At this moment, the Third Holy Son said in his mind: "You guys don't know the method, so if you try it rashly, you may risk your life."

As soon as these words came out, the restless scene was immediately suppressed a lot.

A big man in black with a lion's face snorted coldly and immediately summoned his soul. The soul turned into a black sword and cut towards the knot of a golden gourd.

At the same time, four black-clothed Dianyuan strongmen followed the example of the Luting monks and struck the black sword at the lion-faced man.

This method of dividing souls and superimposing them is not a clever method, and no one knows the powerful ones who can enter this ultimate heavenly temple.

The Third Holy Son sighed and said: "If you don't listen to me, it's too late to regret it. Let's just listen to fate."

At this moment, the five-person group led by the lion-faced man was neither a member of the Holy Court nor the Eight Immortal Sects.

He is an anonymous cultivator like Xu Yi and Wu Mingshi, at least on the surface.

After the Third Saint Son finished speaking, the lion-faced man and the others did not respond. They could only hold on patiently and hold on to the black soul knife.

Suddenly an hour passed, and only one tenth of the vine knot left was cut by the three saint sons and more than 30 strong points.

However, the black swords fired by the five middle-aged men with lion faces failed to break even a narrow gap in the vine knot.

The lion-faced middle-aged man sighed and said: "It seems that without the help of His Highness the Holy Son, we suddenly have to work hard, and I hope that His Highness the Holy Son will give you some advice."

He is an understanding person, and he could hear the meaning of the Three Saint Sons from the words he said earlier.

The Three Holy Sons were not trying to stop them from cutting the knots of the golden gourd, but were trying to extract benefits from them.

The middle-aged lion-faced man originally thought that with the power he had gathered and the secret method he possessed, he did not need to pay any favors to the Three Saint Sons.

However, the cruel reality slapped him hard. At this moment, he couldn't give in anymore.

The lion-faced middle-aged man guessed well. The Third Holy Son did have such an idea, but he was unlucky after all.

But I heard the Third Holy Son say: "Brother Dao is too impatient. Now that the matter has come to this, Brother Dao is already on the verge of death. Even though Kong wanted to rescue him, he was unable to do anything."

The expressions of the five lion-faced middle-aged people changed drastically: "Why is Your Highness doing this? I wonder what His Highness wants? As long as we can do it, we will not refuse."

The Third Holy Son said: "Brother Dao has misunderstood. Kong is really powerless."

The lion-faced middle-aged man snorted coldly: "In that case, I won't bother Your Highness."

After saying that, he had to put away his spiritual thoughts.

He thought to himself: "Since I can't pick the gold gourd, I will look for the purple gourd later. I don't believe it will be difficult to get the purple gourd."

Unexpectedly, just when he wanted to cut off his spiritual thoughts, he found that there was a kind of entanglement between the gourd vine and the separated soul. No matter how he immersed his mind and blocked his perception, the separated soul was still released continuously.

The gourd vine seemed to have turned into a huge suction black hole, and he was already in this suction black hole, and he could no longer move forward or retreat according to his will.

Even the spiritual thoughts of the other four black-clothed Dianyuan strongmen were also involved, making it difficult to withdraw.

The lion-faced middle-aged man was extremely frightened. No matter how hard he and the four strong point masters tried, they could not break free from the suction black hole. The more the five people struggled, the stronger the black hole's suction became.

After half a stick of incense, the power of the five people's souls was exhausted. They fell to the ground and died without even spilling their souls.

The purple-robed old man snorted coldly and calmly took away the Sumeru Rings from the five people. No one dared to move.

The Third Holy Son shook his head, sighed, glanced at the crowd and said, "You guys don't know something. This holy vine has its own restrictions. If you don't know how to use it and cut it rashly, you will either have a strong soul and successfully cut it off, or you will fall into it. , unable to extricate themselves. Those five Taoist brothers just now, it’s not that I refused to save them, but that they took the wrong path from the beginning. Even if I intervene, it will definitely be of no avail, but just add a new dead soul. "

As soon as he finished speaking, purple streaks suddenly flashed in the sky. The expressions of the Three Saint Sons changed drastically, and all the powerful Dianyuan masters also lost their countenance.

The eight major immortal sects and even the major road courts have more or less obtained some of the inherited information in the Ultimate Heavenly Temple.

As for the meaning of the purple lines appearing in the sky, very few people in the room didn't know. The appearance of the purple lines indicates that the Temple of Heaven is about to be closed.

The Third Saint Son changed his subject and said: "Now I will pass on the secret method to you all, and you will fight for the Purple Light Gourd. This favor will be settled between the Holy Court and the Eight Immortal Sects."

He originally wanted to put his words out in the open and take this opportunity to take advantage of the Eight Immortal Sects, but he didn't know that time waited for no one, so he didn't care to elaborate.

After the Third Saint Son finished speaking, he immediately transmitted the secret method through his mind.

After receiving the instruction, everyone from the eight great immortal sects took action individually and immediately took the eight purple light gourds.

They were short of heads and fought on their own. Of course, their strength was not comparable to that of the twenty or thirty strong points gathered by the Three Saint Sons, so they could only go straight to the purple gourd.

"It's a pity that these thousands of treasures have to be met but not asked for. It would be great if the time were earlier."

The purple-robed old man conveyed his thoughts to the Third Saint Son and sighed leisurely.

The Third Holy Son smiled bitterly and said from his heart: "Don't rub salt on the wound anymore. I am more heartbroken than anyone else."

As soon as the purple mark appeared in the sky, the Third Saint Son knew that the last chance had disappeared.

Three updates. My wife was not feeling well and was delayed.