If the sect doesn't accept geniuses, they will become giants once they leave?

Chapter 489: Drink it quickly! Otherwise you won’t be able to grab it!
The black shadow clenched his fists tightly.

He finally understood where Li Yanmo's confidence came from.

Those who went up to drink Meng Po soup forcefully were all from sects that had joined forces with Tianxu Tower!
But judging from the situation, this isn't a collaboration with Tianxu Tower; it's clearly working for Tianxu Tower!

When Black Shadow thought of the ugly appearance of the super sect he controlled, his nose almost became crooked with anger.

When it comes to winning people's hearts, he is indeed no match for Li Yanmo.

"I've been accumulating this Mengpo soup for 500,000 years! Do you think you can drink it all?!"

In just a few minutes, the cultivation of the thirty saint sons and saint daughters including Hunyuan Saint fell back to the Foundation Establishment Stage, or even the Qi Training Stage, but there was still a lot of Mengpo Soup, as if it was endless.

The Holy Son of Hunyuan and others fell, but they were all smiling, as if their lives had meaning again.

The other Taoist monks were all moved by his act of sacrificing his life for justice, and the backs of geniuses such as Zhong Sanyuan who took over the baton were even more majestic.

Following Zhong Sanyuan and others, other disciples also rushed forward and began to drink Mengpo soup.

As the saying goes, God proposes and God disposes. There are enough places for the Supreme Golden Elixir and everyone has a chance. However, considering that we need to keep a low profile and not attract other people's attention, even if there are places, there will be a priority.

But now it is different. After drinking Meng Po soup, they have become mortals. A mortal will not attract other people's attention wherever he goes, so he can naturally easily get to the infinite golden elixir in Tianxu Tower.

Now that God has given me food to eat, I can't even enjoy it. I might as well suffocate myself in the toilet.

Qin Zhilan slowly moved forward, but Bai Qiu didn't miss this small movement. He immediately reached out and patted Qin Zhilan's shoulder, "What do you want to do!?"

"...I really can't bear to see my disciple sacrificed. With my level of cultivation, I can definitely drink more Mengpo soup!"

Bai Qiu lowered his voice and asked, "Where's the truth?"

"I feel like my cultivation level should be like this, but if I can form the Supreme Golden Core, that would be another matter."

"..."

"..."

"Disciple, I'm here to help you!"

Qin Zhilan and Bai Qiu pulled each other back at the same time and ran straight towards the broken bowl.

Zhong Sanyuan and others drank even faster after hearing the sound.

As soon as Qin Zhilan and Bai Qiu made a move, the other super sect representatives from the Tianxu Tower Alliance immediately reacted, shouting at the top of their lungs, "I can't stand this any longer! I want to drink this Mengpo soup!"

Qin Zhilan and the others roared like this, and as they advanced and shouted, the representatives of super sects such as Cang Lei were stunned where they stood.

If these people only have slogans and expect others to come forward and sacrifice themselves, he will spit on them severely. But if these people go forward while shouting slogans and really sacrifice themselves, he will be the one to spit on.

Qin Zhilan, Bai Qiu and others are not only elders of the sect, but also famous cultivators. They know better than anyone how much effort they have put in to reach their current level, but they still go forward without hesitation.

In this light, it is no wonder that their disciples would rush to drink Meng Po soup without hesitation.

What kind of elders you have, what kind of descendants you will have!
Look at them, they are scrambling to drink!
Cang Lei looked down at the thunder sword in his hand, raised his head, took a deep breath, and then threw the thunder sword heavily to the ground.

"I've lived for ten thousand years, and I've become more and more cowardly! Fellow Taoists, I'll drink with you!"

Cang Lei leaped forward, grabbed the wine jug, bent down to scoop it up, and drank it with his head tilted back. With every sip of Meng Po soup, he could feel his cultivation level declining, but his mind became incomparably clear and bright. The Huang Tian Sword Sect representative was stunned to see Cang Lei so carefree and at ease, then slapped himself hard in the face, leaped forward, and also drank furiously.

Seeing their elder raising his head and drinking, as if what he drank was not Meng Po soup, but jade wine, the disciples of the two super sword sects, Cang Tian and Huang Tian, clenched their fists and flew forward.

Seeing that more and more disciples from super sects were willing to stop the Mengpo soup from falling, regardless of the fact that their own cultivation would be wiped out, the disciples from the first-rate sects clenched their fists, feeling moved but also annoyed with themselves.

What they usually say most is that they think the disciples of the super sects are superior and do not treat other cultivators as human beings. They always regard the disciples of the super sects as imaginary enemies, imagining that they will get a great opportunity, turn their lives around, and then rush into the super sect to kill indiscriminately.

But now it seems that they were totally wrong. Even the elders of those super sects were willing to give it their all!

"We practice hard... is it just to preserve our cultivation and watch others sacrifice themselves?" One person roared, dropped the magic weapon in his hand and rushed forward.

Following the super sect, the first-rate sects that did not go to the Eight Wastelands also took off into the air and headed straight for Broken Bowl.

The elders of those first-rate sects raised their hands, wanting to stop them, but they had nothing to say.

The corner of the black shadow's mouth twitched slightly.

The Mengpo soup that he had painstakingly accumulated over hundreds of thousands of years was being drunk up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In terms of results, he succeeded. The overall strength of Taoism, especially the strength of the super sect Tianxu Tower Alliance, was weakened.

But why am I so unhappy?

"Distractions! They are all distractions! There are only results in this world!"

The black shadow looked towards the Bahuang Palace. Li Yanmo didn't move at all. His calm and composed look was so creepy that the black shadow decided not to wait any longer.

"Spirit Pillar! Fall!"

The palace surrounding the giant tower opened up, and eight huge stone pillars smashed into the wilderness.

After a violent shaking, the surface of the stone pillar collapsed and abundant spiritual energy burst out from it.

Bai Qiu, who was guzzling Mengpo soup, was stunned and said in astonishment, "Top-grade spiritual minerals! There are actually eight top-grade spiritual minerals!"

"Oh no! He's trying to dump the ultimate spiritual ore into the Eight Desolations!" Cang Lei, who had already fallen into the Fusion Stage, reacted, "Stop him quickly!"

"Hmph—too late!"

The black shadow raised his hand and pressed, and eight spirit pillars made of top-grade spirit stones penetrated into the Eight Desolations. In an instant, the entire Eight Desolations began to shake, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth began to boil. The attacking wild monsters swelled up as if they were overnourished, and finally exploded. Countless bone fragments flew into the air and gathered towards the direction of the Eight Desolations Palace.

The originally broken Eight Desolate Emperor's bones suddenly moved as if they had sensed something, and the broken parts were constantly being filled.

The seven immortals who were nearly beaten to death by the elders of the super sect but had to endure the hardship of survival gathered in the direction of the Eight Desolate Emperor's Bones without hesitation.

"Not good! Stop them quickly!" The elder of the Five Hells Sect instinctively felt that something was wrong and immediately summoned the Five Hells Hook. Although he succeeded in capturing one immortal, the other six immortals still managed to attach themselves to the Eight Desolate Emperor's Bones.

Two phantom flames lit up from the eye sockets of the Eight Desolate Emperor's Bones, as if the pressure from the ancient gods was descending. The elder of the Five Hells Sect vomited blood and flew backwards on the spot.

Hong Menglian, who couldn't stand anyone showing off, snorted subconsciously, and the Eight Desolate Emperor's Bones were blown away on the spot, with bones scattered all over the ground.

(End of this chapter)