Chapter 1139: Sima Family's Shock

However, this time, the spiritual energy in the body suddenly became disordered while circulating, as if it was about to get out of control.

Ye Tianming felt a sweetness in his throat, and his spiritual power was almost cut off immediately.

Ye Tianming wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and sighed softly.

"It seems that this Kunpeng Nine-Turn Body Tempering Technique consumes a lot of spiritual energy, so we can't rush for success. It's better to stabilize the realm of the first turn first!"

As he spoke, Ye Tianming sat down cross-legged again and slowly entered a state of cultivation.

Cultivation is like water accumulating into a sea. The sect competition is about to begin, so the more you accumulate, the better.

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Sima family, Xuanming Palace.

In the inky black iron hall, twelve stone pillars engraved with blood-red runes support the dome.

Sima Ting's charred identity card was covered with dense cracks.

Several trembling tribesmen knelt on the ground, their foreheads almost touching the cold tiles.

"The master...the life plates of the three shadow guards...are broken."

The tribesman kneeling in the front had a hoarse voice.

The purple lightning mark in the center of the identity card, which symbolizes the direct bloodline, has now dimmed as death.

The mark on the identity card disappeared, and the soul was destroyed.

Boom!

Suddenly, thunder exploded from the roof of the hall, and blue lightning illuminated the entire hall in a pale white.

Beside the Hanyutai, a middle-aged man in a black robe with purple patterns slowly turned around.

Sima Qingtian's temples were already gray, but the lightning in his hawk-like eyes was three times stronger than when he was young.

"Dead?" His voice seemed to come from the abyss of the underworld. "When did the three shadow guards of my Sima family become so weak?"

The lightning snake bursting out from Sima Qingtian's palm was wrapping around his arm, and the air around him became heavier at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Check! Who was the last person to see them?"

"It's... it's the man of Jiang Muwan, the abandoned blood slave of the Jiang family, Ye Tianming!"

The three elders were ordered to chase after them, but no one survived.

Although they were a little hesitant to believe it, there was no one else there except the man named Ye Tianming.

"Ye Tianming? How dare a mere ant like you destroy my three shadow guards?"

Sima Qingtian suddenly closed his five fingers, and the lightning condensed into a jumping purple light ball in his palm.

The air suddenly solidified.

The black iron floor tiles under Sima Qingtian's feet began to crack inch by inch, and lightning patterns spread along the cracks throughout the entire hall.

A hideous smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Good...very good!"

The purple thunderclouds behind him condensed into the shadow of a giant roc that blocked out the sky. That was the sign that the Sima family's secret "Thunder Roc Body Tempering Technique" had been perfected.

"The day after tomorrow will be the sect's martial arts competition. By then, I will definitely kill that little beast Ye Tianming on the spot!"

At this moment, a figure wrapped in thunder and lightning smashed the palace door, and the black iron boots wrapped in purple lightning crushed the ground. Sima Lie was naked with a strong upper body, and dark purple lightning patterns spread from his neck to his waist and abdomen. Every inch of his muscle seemed to have been repeatedly tempered by thunder, and it was shining like a metal.

Hanging from his right ear were three bone pendants made from the fangs of thunder beasts, which made sharp sounds as their footsteps collided.

Those were the spoils he strung together with his own hands after slaughtering the Lei Ze tribe in the north.

"Father! Why are we waiting for a tournament?"

Sima Lie's voice was like thunder rolling over the dome. He clenched his five fingers into the air, and the blood-colored runes on the twelve stone pillars in the hall were pulled out and condensed into a blood-thunder halberd in his palm. "I'm going to the Golden Light Palace now and smash the bones of that little beast one by one!"

The purple lightning tattoo that slanted from the corner of his eye to his temple danced with anger, and the lightning pattern on his left shoulder actually turned into a living thing and moved around.

Upon closer inspection, it was actually the phantom of a roc that had been shrunk a thousand times, opening its sharp beak and emitting a silent hiss.

This is a phenomenon that only occurs when one cultivates the "Thunder Peng Body Tempering Technique" to the sixth level, "Thunder Spirit Transformation".

Sima Qingtian raised his hand to hold down his son's shaking halberd tip, lightning flashing from his fingertips: "Lie'er, don't be careless! Since that kid was able to kill three shadow guards by himself, his skills must be pretty good."

As he spoke, the phantom of the great roc behind him suddenly spread its wings, crushing the Lei Ling on Sima Lie's shoulder so hard that it whimpered and curled up.

A trace of disdain flashed across Sima Lie's face, the lightning on his body dissipated, and a set of exquisite clothes was put on.

His face was evil, cold, and full of arrogance.

But the person who spoke was his father after all. Although he was a little dissatisfied, his attitude became gentle.

"Father, what do you think we should do?"

"In three days, all the sects will gather for a martial arts competition. Once he enters the competition arena, how can he have a chance to survive?!"

Sima Lie couldn't help but smile when he heard this.

"Father said so!"

His purple robe fluttered in the wind, and the faint smile on the corner of his mouth made people feel cold all over.

Sima Qingtian nodded, but still seemed worried, and took out a bone talisman wrapped in black mist from his arms. The three ancient seal characters "Tian Lei Yin" were engraved on the talisman.

"Lie'er, when the time comes, you will carry this talisman with you. Once you encounter that brat, your father will call upon the 'Nine Heavens Thunder Prison Formation' in the ancestral temple. Even if that brat is very capable, he will be turned into ashes!"

Sima Lie's pupils suddenly contracted.

He recognized the bone charm.

This is a forbidden weapon made from the spines of successive patriarchs of the Sima family. Every time it is used, ten years of one's lifespan will be reduced.

Once he uses the bone talisman, his cultivation will increase dramatically in an instant, and no cultivator below the same level will be able to leave alive.

This kind of treasure will only be used when facing a life-and-death crisis.

Unexpectedly, his father would give him such a treasure at this time.

The violent thunder spiritual power was boiling in his meridians, but it suddenly subsided when he met his father's abyss-like eyes.

"Son, I understand." He knelt on one knee and took the bone talisman. The lightning pattern climbed up his neck from his palm and condensed into a hideous lightning scar at his Adam's apple. "Even if I don't use the bone talisman, I will make that beast regret crawling out of his mother's womb!"

Thunder roared outside the palace, revealing an almost insane smile on Sima Lie's face.

He licked his lips that were cracked by the lightning and fire, as if he could already hear the crisp sound of Ye Tianming's bones cracking in the thunder prison.

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Time passed unknowingly, and when the rays of light pierced through the clouds, the sound of seventy-two bronze chimes came from the sky.

Yun Qingyao and his disciples, all shining with golden light, gathered together in a heroic and high-spirited manner.

There was a hint of solemnity and anticipation on her face.

She turned to look at Ye Tianming, her voice full of tenderness, which made the coldness in her body dissipate a lot.

"Tianming, can we set off now?"

Ye Tianming nodded gently and waved his hand forward, "Let's go!"

Suddenly, all the disciples rushed towards Tianxu Peak like locusts.

At the same time, on Tianxu Peak, thirty miles north of Jinguan Palace, a suspended martial arts arena was slowly unfolding.

It was a fragment of a secret realm left behind by an ancient cultivator who shattered the void. It was made entirely of Qingming Xuanyu, with runes as bright as star sand flowing on its surface.

As the martial arts arena gradually emerged, the clouds and mist that were entangled on the top of the mountain suddenly dispersed.

I saw nine waterfalls, each one hundred feet wide, cascading down from the edge of the floating mountain. The water curtain was cut off in mid-air by the formation and turned into spiritual rain that sprinkled on the mountains below, making it look majestic and spectacular.

Monks from various major sects came in their flying weapons, and the flowing lights intertwined into a colorful rainbow in the rain.