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    “The Sword Spirit is just helping to protect them, all four of them are absorbing the Divine Origin from below.

    This time they definitely obtained no less than twenty Divine Origins under the deep pit, we can’t let the Celestial Dragons keep it all to themselves with such a quantity!”

    “……”

    At this time the crowd abruptly had this kind of voice came.

    The two hundred or so people were mobilized immediately.

    The lure of the Divine Origin Seal might not be too great for them, but it was a real Divine Origin.

    For most of the people present, a single divine source might be able to help them break through their realms.

    Su Jinghong’s increase in divine Origin Marks was also tangible in their perceptions.

    And at that moment, Zhen Bufan, who was shrouded in a black robe, jumped out directly.

    The aura of a late stage Celestial was directly displayed on his body.

    The late Celestial stage was currently considered the strongest among their group of twenty.

    As soon as he appeared on the stage, nearly everyone’s gaze was directed towards him.

    It was as if the numerous Conjunction Stage Transition Stages had found their backbone.

    Zhen Bu Fan looked directly at the Sword Spirit, “Even though several of you have already reached the Mahayana Stage, it’s impossible for you to stop your fellow Daoists from seeking your chance today.

    I, Zhen Bufan, am the first to say no!

    Sword Spirit, seeing as you are the first genius of the Lingshui Basin, take the initiative to get out of the way at this time, perhaps we can still coexist with you peacefully.

    If not, I’m afraid that even if you are strong, you will inevitably end up with two fists.”

    As he spoke Zhen Bu Fan’s aura was directly locking the sword spirit away.

    As he directly took this stance, the seven or eight early and mid Celestial cultivators at his rear also stood out through and through, standing side by side with him.

    Under the locking of seven or eight celestial stage auras, that sound was indeed quite loud.

    Even in their opinion, this kind of formation was already unafraid of ordinary Mahayana stage cultivators.

    After the Celestial Stage stepped forward, the aura of the crowd at the back also instantly rose.

    One by one, the powerful and incomparable ones directly locked onto the sword spirit.

    At this time, however, Zhen Bufan spoke again, “Fellow Daoists, the Divine Source is in the deep pit below.

    As long as you are able to kill those people from the Heavenly Dragons, all of their seals and divine origins will be yours as well.

    However, after you have acquired the Divine Origin, you must make an oath of the Heavenly Dao and share one with each of us!

    We’ll hold off the sword spirit here, so go on!”

    Zhen Bufan didn’t ask for a lot of money, he just needed a Divine Origin.

    This one seems to make sense.

    After all, someone had deduced before that there were at least twenty Divine Origins down below, and with the fifty to sixty Divine Origin Marks on Su Jingjing and the others, it was completely enough to share.

    The moment he said this, everyone in the back froze for a moment, and then without any hesitation they all made their Heavenly Dao Oaths.

    There was certainly no way they could say no to such a good thing.

    Zhen Bufan and the other nine Celestial Stage cultivators directly surrounded the sword spirit.

    As long as the sword spirit didn’t move, they naturally saved themselves a big battle.

    Instead, those cultivators in the back at the Transitional and Harmonization Stages rushed towards the bottom of the deep pit.

    The Sword Spirit’s brows abruptly furrowed, and the killing intent on his body became intense to the extreme.

    With his right hand, he gripped the sharp sword that was spread across the void, and he wanted to kill.

    And that was when she received a transmission from beneath the deep pit.

    The expression became rather odd.

    Instead, he didn’t move anymore, silently confronting Zhen Bufan and the other nine.

    In a state where the enemy doesn’t move and I don’t move.

    Still, she couldn’t help but mutter in her mind, “That’s two hundred people, does that guy really have that kind of confidence?” .

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