Chapter 910 – Three Saints, Human Race vs. Spirit Race
Chapter 910 – Three Saints, Human Race vs Spirit Race
In the sky above the lake in the mountains, the two phases of yin and yang, and the stars and dukes falling to the mortal world all disappeared, leaving only the two people, the sword, and the bright red blood that flew and scattered in the four great Beginning-level Origins that were so shocking and that were whistling in the heavens and earth.
This scene was like a painting.
The Mortal Dust Empire brothers of that year, and now the Immortal Sect’s son, Jiang Yugui, was penetrated by the scattered cultivator Xin Zhuo with a sword.
Flying backwards Jiang Yukui, at the moment a four-sided face eventually revealed a trace of humility, as if back to the original “Mirror Flower Water and Moon” in the Great Zhou Jiang family, elder brother or that omnipotent and dare to call the emperor’s bluff elder brother, he is still that a little smart but not much interest in the second son.
The shadow of death came, he looked at Xin Zhuo completely changed the face of strangers, a “brother spared me” almost said, and then thought of their own identity, I do not know where to get the strength to roar: “Doo turn star shift!”
“Buzz–“
Strange and three miles away with a huge boulder changed position, and then crashed heavily into the ground, struggling to never get up, spitting out blood in large mouths.
Xin Zhuo stood high in the air, looking at the stone at the tip of the sword, gently a little shattered, the corner of the mouth also flowed out a trace of blood, after all, it is still a lower level of cultivation, hard to compete with Li Shiyin, hard to fight against Jiang Yugui, the arm breaks the tendons not yet knotted, and the whole body meridians broken more.
Kill the enemy a thousand, self loss eight hundred.
Powerless to do it again, but …… killing Jiang Yugui should be enough, before the third quasi saint comes.
He slowly approached Jiang Yugei, the “Cold Moon” long sword cut through the air, sharp!
“Bang! Bang!”
Behind him, the giant dragon and Qilin “ice sculptures” in the sky fell heavily, splashing a large area of lake water with ice.
It was frighteningly quiet near and far.
Countless pairs of eyes followed the silhouette in the sky, and everyone felt an unacceptable shock and absurdity in their hearts.
Yuan Zhi Jiu Lin, successively defeating two great Paragon Saints!
It turned out that it could still be like this?
Xin Zhuo seemed to have rewritten the “rules” of cultivation and combat power in the world!
But now that he wants to kill Mr. Jiang, what should he do? If the Jiang Clan’s son dies here, Xin Zhuo will have no way to escape, and all the people present won’t be able to survive either, and who in heaven and earth doesn’t know about the Jiang Clan’s hegemony?
“Xin …… Zhuo ……”
Jiang Yukui’s wounds, destroyed by the four great Beginning Level Origins, couldn’t be eliminated, even with his Quasi-Saint cultivation, he was in agony, looking at Xin Zhuo, who was slowly approaching, he was angry, terrified, struggling to retreat backward.
“Dang!”
Right at this moment, the third Paramount Saint, Wind Taoist, finally arrived.
As if Jiang Yugui had grabbed a life-saving straw, in full view of everyone, like a child, he hurriedly said, “Daoist Wind, help, Xin Zhuo has something odd, Yuanji Jiulin, defeating me and Li Shiyin, this kind of heaven-splitting demon, can’t be retained, I’ll grant you a favor afterward!”
That wind Taoist coldly swept a glance at Xin Zhuo, then looked at Li Shiyin under the collapsed mountain peak in the distance, and finally glanced at the waxy white face of Jiang Yugui, his eyes turned godless, shook his hands in vain, and cleanly turned around: “I’m going off the rails, I’m powerless to do anything, Xin Zhuo, if you dare to kill Duke Jiang, I’ll fight with you some other day!”
The moment he turned around, his cheeks trembled.
He was only a loose cultivator, not a disciple of the Holy Cave Heaven, hell knows how he mixed out all these years, although he had opened two gates, he had once fought with Li Shiyin and was not an opponent, using his heels to think, he couldn’t make a move with this Xin Zhuo.
“Whoosh–“
Blink of an eye disappeared into the sky.
There was a dead silence in all directions.
The hope on Jiang Yukui’s face faded a little, turning into ugly dismay!
Xin Zhuo, who thought that he had lost all his efforts and was preparing to leave, was also not expecting this scene, and immediately chopped at Jiang Yugei with his sword.
“Buzz–“
Maybe Jiang Yugui should not be killed, right at this moment, a sudden change, the surrounding ice and snow quickly melt, mountains and rivers and water dissipate in the blink of an eye, the air is twisted and rippled, as if some kind of change has occurred in the world.
That Jiang Yugui fell into a deep pit.
Xin Zhuo is also a little unsteady.
Thousands of martial artists from near and far staggered, not knowing what to do as they panicked. “What happened?”
“What happened?”
“Look north!”
A martial artist exclaimed.
Only to the north, a green “line” slowly approached, and wherever it passed, everything turned into nothingness.
Countless martial artists instantly panicked to the extreme, have flown high in the air, trying to avoid, however, the next moment, the green line suddenly intensified, and the endless darkness in front of them to produce a great suction, densely packed martial artists were sucked in.
Xin Zhuo forcibly operated his mind, trying to resist, but found that there was nothing he could do, just like a withered leaf in the gale, he could only go with the flow.
The surrounding martial artists brushed past like meteors.
I do not know how long, the “suction” dissipated, bright, but far more than before the cold and the five elements of ice power quickly came.
The martial artists surveyed the surrounding, can not help but eat a shock, only to see inexplicably to another place of ice and snow, only here to be much smaller, only a few hundred miles in a circle wide appearance, surrounded by countless lilac huge columns.
On the side of the pillar, is the other four big five elements belonging to the land of the martial artists, with them generally unknown.
When the line of sight turned to the sky, only to see seven-colored haze and terrifying pressure thick to the extreme, three figures stood high in the sky, indifferent and silent, but there was a kind of shocking heaven and earth’s holy might, people did not dare to look directly at.
The three saints of the Great Qian Imperial Capital!
And directly in front of the saints, there were thousands of hairy-faced, thunderous-mouthed, bald and hairless people, and although they did not have the aura of a martial artist, a mountain-crushing, violent and untamed aura came over them.
In the sky above these people, there were two people standing, a tall, hairy-faced man and a bald woman in white clothes. The terrifying might emanating from these two was actually no less than three saints.
This scene, is a fool also understand, here is the “holy king well” deepest, but there are ten thousand races to hide, no wonder that some time ago the imperial capital of the spirit tribe, never find, originally fled to here.
Three saints came early, and here to kill.
Then, this time is not only the “holy king well” forbidden land to find the opportunity, this is with the killing of all races, everyone is involved.
Xin Zhuo crowded in the most inconspicuous corner of the crowd, the first time to search for the figure of Jiang Yugui, but unfortunately there are too many people, that is, it is difficult to search for martial arts ideas, simply look across the street, a little blind, those foreigners seem to look like the same, Sun Kongkong that bastard also do not know where.
“Kill!”
The Jiang family saint with the big nose on the top sounded like a bell and exhaled.
“Boom ……”
The Qi of thousands of martial artists climbed to the extreme, sacrificing their lives to pounce straight to the opposite side.
Thousands of people from that Spirit Race “rumbled” to usher them in.
Which of the martial artists who could enter the “Holy King’s Well” hadn’t lived for hundreds of years during the Martial Arts Era? How many people like Xin Zhuo have entered the yuan pole on the latter day? From the beginning of practicing martial arts, they have learned by ear and by heart that when they encounter ten thousand races, they will kill them, and it has almost melted into their bones.
On the other hand, the Spirit Race, a hundred, a thousand generations for the human emperor suppression, hatred is not only deep into the marrow?
Ancient world hatred meets, only life and death.
Hundreds of miles of space was instantly surrounded by a violent sea like abyssal air waves and countless true qi, weapon light, the majestic pressure is breathless.
Xin Zhuo immediately backed up, forced to endure the injuries straight to the distance, not to mention what he has no sense of the human race, the ten thousand races, is to have a sense of the body, now, can not support him to continue to fight, he needs to find a place to heal.
The wind whistles beside his ears, and the sound of killing and crashing behind him swings again and again.
He scanned around, jumped over a few strange purple pillars, in front of him is an odd place, above is a crimson magma-like “surge” of liquid, below is a dark as ink abyss, which seems to be full of fury, resentment and hatred, people’s scalp numb.
This kind of place, not to mention close, even a long distance away, will make people’s hearts disgusted, scorn, uncomfortable.
Xin Zhuo stopped his footsteps, walked behind a purple pillar and sat down, took a breather, opened the Moonwatch Well, and could not help but be stunned!
(End of chapter)