Chapter 297 Pretend

Sensing Xiao Yicai's tangled and doubtful eyes, Zhou Ji turned his eyes to look at other people. Wherever his eyes passed, the disciples of Tianyin Temple put their palms together and respectfully returned the salute.

Xiao Yicai was well aware of the strength gap between the two sides, and also understood Lin Jingyu's reckless character of jealousy, so he quickly stretched out his hand to press down Lin Jingyu's arm, looked back at each other, and shook his head lightly.

"Senior stole my Qingyun treasure, and now he is helping me twice, what is the intention?"

Turning around to look at Zhou Ji, Xiao Yicai clasped his fists in a salute neither humble nor overbearing, with a solemn expression, and asked out his doubts.

"How can returning something to its original owner be snatching?"

Zhou Ji sneered, shook his head and said.

Xiao Yicai's complexion darkened, and he said solemnly, "Senior, don't talk nonsense! The Zhuxian Sword came from the Huanyue Cave in the Back Mountain 1,300 years ago by my Patriarch Qingyun. It cannot be used unless it has reached the realm of Taiji Xuanqing Dao Taiqing."

"What about 1,300 years ago?" Zhou Ji pulled out the Zhuxian stone sword in front of everyone with a gloomy expression, met the eager or curious gazes of Qingyun Tianyin and other disciples, pointed at the sword, and slowly moved from the sword body. Slowly.

Pa~ A slight sound came from the sword body, and then, the crack glued together with the side line of the square diagram appeared again, and then quickly spread around the sword body.

In an instant, countless slits densely covered the body of the sword, and the strong sword energy revealed in the slits was like a raging wind, sweeping across the entire treasure house in an instant.

An extremely dangerous premonition suddenly appeared in his heart, Xiao Yicai took half a step back, suddenly his cheeks hurt, a strand of hair fell from his temples, and immediately after, a fine bloodstain appeared on his face.

Two figures on the left and one on the right came out from the two sides, Xiao Yicai was startled, just about to stretch out his hand to pull it, but saw Lin Jingyu and Lu Xueqi had already swung their swords and called out Zhanlong and Tianya sword lights respectively.

The sky thunder suddenly appeared, and it was indomitable.

"Jing Yu, Senior Sister Lu, don't!"

Zhang Xiaofan was the first to react, the fire stick was bright red, and he flew to block the attack of the two, Bi Yao grabbed the air, saw that Zhang Xiaofan had already gone out, and the little flowers entangled between his fingers floated out, his figure flashed, and came to Zhang Xiaofan's side.

"Xiaofan, let me help you."

In an instant, Dragon Slaying Sword, Tianya Sword, Soul Devourer, and Sad Xiaohua collided together. Fortunately, Zhang Xiaofan only wanted to stop the opponent, and Lin Jingyu and Lu Xueqi subconsciously withdrew a little bit of skill after seeing Zhang Xiaofan, so Everyone didn't kill them, they only heard a roar, florets flying all over the sky, and behind Zhang Xiaofan, Zhou Ji appeared in the middle of the fight.

Three top magic weapons in this world hit the Immortal Execution Sword in Zhou Ji's hand almost at the same time.

bang~

The sword body, which was already covered with dense cracks, shattered with a bang, and the turbulent air wave instantly lifted the four of them into the air. Lin Jingyu and Lu Xueqi retreated more than ten steps in a row before they stood still, while Zhang Xiaofan held Bi Yao in his arms, also fell down. Flying ten steps, just now he swung his sleeves and swung away the covered gravel and dust.

Qing Yun Sect's side was full of inspiration, driven by mana, all kinds of magic weapons illuminated the dim treasure house, Xiao Yicai, Qi Hao and others hurriedly protected Lin Jingyu and Lu Xueqi behind their backs, giving up their illusions.

Not far away, Faxiang and Faming looked at each other. Now that the Demon Cult is powerful and the Ghost King Sect is expanding rapidly, Qingyun and Tianyin should be on the same page, but Zhou Ji's strength is unfathomable. The enemy, and his relationship with Tianyin Temple is not as irresolvable as the Qingyunmen, so that they hesitated whether to fight the 'enemy' with Qingyunmen.

Seeing the scene that suddenly became tense, Zhou Ji couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed, touched his nose, raised his hand cautiously and said, "Would you believe me if I said it was a misunderstanding?"

Misunderstand?

Zhou Ji's sudden speech immediately attracted the attention of everyone present, Xiao Yicai's pupils shrank suddenly, and only then did he realize that the Zhuxian Sword in Zhou Ji's hand had shattered into debris and stone powder, piled up at Zhou Ji's feet, following the disordered spiritual power The air blows away little by little.

The stone sword has been destroyed, so what about the real Zhu Xian!

Everyone looked up along the gravel on the ground, a gloomy cold light flashed past their eyes, the sword light was sharp, and there was a kind of terror of killing people just by sweeping their eyes. Zhou Ji held the hilt of the sword in his right hand. The phalanx lighted up, and the originally dim sideline was restored, and a simple sword shadow was drawn on the sideline, which looked exactly like the Zhu Xian he was holding.

With a simple move, the swords of Juexian and Zhuxian drifted away in front of him. The two swords looked different, but exuded similar auras. Xiao Yicai and others did not dare to look directly at their fronts, but they could feel that the two swords complemented each other. Extremely deep, it is very likely that they belong to one body, or a set.

"This is Juexian, this is Zhuxian, the two swords belong to me, but I don't really lose this world, and now they are considered to be returned to their original owners. Do you have any questions?"

There is no emperor of heaven, no devil, no restriction of the incarnation of heaven, and no power to reincarnate into the world. The four swords of Jade Immortal have already got the second one. Zhou Ji was so proud that he began to pretend without knowing it.

The stone sword has been handed down for 1300 years, but even Patriarch Qingyun never thought that there is such a secret in it.

When Xiao Yicai heard what Zhou Ji said, he couldn't help being horrified, Zhang Xiaofan and Bi Yao also stared at the scene in front of them in astonishment, and the eyes they looked at Zhou Ji became more and more awed.

low profile.

With an unconcealable smile on the corner of Zhou Ji's mouth, with a casual move, the two swords were placed in the formation, enjoying the rare vanity.

But at this time, outside the treasure house, deep in the canopy.

A rapid cry came from among the branches and leaves, four red lights pierced through the thick branches and soared into the sky. Wherever they passed, the strong bloody evil spirit eroded the surrounding branches and leaves, leaving burning holes in the holes through which the branches passed. Melted prints.

The yellow bird seemed to be frightened by the strangeness, its only remaining eye pupil turned red suddenly, accompanied by an angry cry, and then the wind was strong, the yellow bird flapped its wings and flew towards the red light with the speed of lightning. The gap between them rushes outward.

On the other side of the tree branch, a group of people in black robes seemed to have guessed its intentions a long time ago, and they had already taken their positions, slashed their wrists, and poured blood into the blood formation.

For a moment, the red light was connected into a net and turned into a square cage, covering the branches and vines and the yellow bird in the cage!

Boom!

The yellow bird was too fast to slow down at all, so it slammed into the blood net fiercely. With its iron-like body strength, under such a huge force, few things in the world could withstand the impact.

However, the seemingly weak blood net, even though it flew several feet along with the blood, it still couldn't break free completely.

"It is rumored that the yellow bird is the mount of the Emperor of Heaven. Its long beak is indestructible, and its sharp claws can break mountains and crack rocks. If Zhou Ji hadn't helped us break its long beak in advance, it may be difficult to trap it with the spirit binding array alone."

Mr. Ghost looked at the yellow bird struggling in the blood net with dark eyes. Ten thousand people looked up indifferently at the upper canopy covered by the branches and leaves of the sacred tree, and said in a deep voice, "The yellow bird was injured and fled. They must have entered In the treasury, our side needs to speed up, so as not to have long nights and dreams."

Mr. Ghost nodded and said yes.

Looking away from the top of the canopy, everyone knew that Zhou Ji's trip to the Heavenly Emperor's Treasure House was not just as simple as finding the healing water for Yao'er. The fierce sword still seemed so impatient for the treasure house. Five years ago, he knew it was strange and wanted to come. There must be treasures in this treasure house that are more precious than Shenshui.

Ten thousand people know that they can't compete with Zhou Ji, so they won't join in the fun, but he knows that as long as Yao'er goes all the way, no matter what benefits they have, they can get one or two.

Zhang Xiaofan may have some room for him, but Yao'er has no defenses.

The soft light in the eyes was occupied by a thread of blood, and the already indifferent expression of the people became colder and colder. The men in black at the four corners changed three batches one after another, and the seemingly slender bloodshot became denser and denser, layer upon layer. Even if the yellow bird tears one layer with its sharp claws, new blood will fill it and trap it.

The yellow bird opened its mouth and screamed, struggling left and right to get rid of the shackles of the blood net. If it hadn't injured its sharp beak in the previous battle with Zhou Ji, it could easily tear apart the overlapping blood nets, but it was a pity that it consumed a lot of energy one after another , but the surrounding blood network became thicker and thicker, Huang Niao stood up, raised his head as if aware of it, and an upside-down ancient bronze tripod was reflected in the only remaining eyes.

The ancient tripod floated in the air and rotated leisurely. The body of the tripod was engraved with strange inscriptions.

"Hahaha! The general trend has come!"

Watching the process of the yellow bird being put into the cauldron, Mr. Ghost took two steps forward excitedly, with ecstasy in his eyes, while Wan Wanxiang stood there indifferently, with his hands clasped, his palms like a phantom of red light , the illusion of the phantom is the Fulongding in front of me.

The yellow bird is by no means a person waiting to die, sensing the dangerous aura exuded by the ancient cauldron above his head, he didn't let it give up, but struggled even more fiercely!

The spirit-binding blood array can trap the yellow bird, mostly because of the yellow bird's injury, but the strength of the formation has its upper limit, as the yellow bird ignores the rupture of its sharp beak, it forcibly tears the blood net around it, exhausting twelve The formation of Zongmen masters covered in blood and blood seemed to be falling away for a moment.

Seeing this, Mr. Ghost was very anxious, he glanced left and right, and his figure appeared next to Qinglong in a flash.

"Sir, why is this?" A dark light flashed in Qinglong's eyes. Qinglong never thought that Mr. Ghost would attack him. He didn't check for a while and was cut with a deep bone-deep gash. Qinglong fell sideways and quickly covered the wound, but I don't want the blood from the wound to flow directly through his fingers to Mr. Ghost's palm as if it was controlled by something.

"Today's opportunity is once in a thousand years. If the yellow bird breaks free from the formation, it will be difficult to catch it in the sky." Mr. Ghost stretched out his sharp claws full of blood and minced meat, and filled the gathered blood into the yellow bird. In the torn blood net, the expansion of the breach was finally stopped. "You have been favored by the suzerain, and now is the critical moment for you to be loyal to the suzerain."

Looking down at the blood gushing out like a stream, Qinglong raised his eyes to look at Mr. Ghost, seeing the murderous intent in his eyes, his eyes suddenly turned cold, his eyes were no longer astonished, and he said coldly.

"If that's the case, it should be the suzerain who told me personally, not the master's doing it for me." Qinglong's face was pale, and he tried to restrain the wound with his power, but Mr. Ghost disappeared again, and his figure came again like a ghost, and in a blink of an eye he appeared again. There was another bloodstain on his shoulder.

The first time he pulled out his heart, and the second time he sealed his throat, Qinglong was frightened and angry at Mr. Gui's cruelty, and the people who drove Fulongding nearby also noticed the movement here, a flash of clarity flashed in his eyes, but he was suppressed by blood again. As if affected by something, he became vicious and tyrannical.

At this time, Qinglong barely avoided Mr. Ghost's third attack and took the opportunity to distance himself. He wanted to call out a magic weapon to fight him, but suddenly there was a light piercing sound from behind him. Concentrated on the expression of Mr. Ghost, there was no defense against the back, and there was a sharp pain in the chest, Qinglong stood there in a daze, the light in his eyes was dim, and the magic weapon that flew towards Mr. Ghost was like the end of a crossbow. I don't know where it fell.

Qinglong is dead, and the blood all over his body was immediately sucked out by thousands of people. With Qinglong's cultivation, his spiritual power has surpassed that of the previous blood sacrifice disciples. There are too many disciples. Ten thousand people put their hands together. The yellow bird in the middle was also taken into the Fulong Cauldron with a final whine, and there was no more movement.

"Congratulations to the suzerain, congratulations to the suzerain, with the four spirits in hand, the blood formation can be formed at any time, just activate the blood formation of the four spirits to summon the power of Shura, and the suzerain can rule the world and be invincible." Mr. Ghost squeezed out a bright smile on his withered face. With a smile, a wave of fluctuation flashed in the indifferent and cold eyes.

"Invincible in the world. Even Zhou Ji and his fierce sword can win?"

The smile on Mr. Ghost's face froze for a moment, and then he continued to laugh, "It is rumored that Master Shura has the power to destroy the world. Although Zhou Ji is strong, he must be inferior to the legendary Master Shura."

"So...very good."

Ten thousand people looked back at the dense branches and leaves above the canopy of the tree, a tyrannical murderous intent flashed across their bloodshot pupils, and with a wave of their long sleeves, they disappeared in place with the undulating dragon cauldron. Mr. Ghost seemed to sense someone approaching. In a flash, it hides in the shadows of branches and leaves, and follows thousands of people.

“A strong bloody smell”

Not long after the two left, Zhou Ji took Zhang Xiaofan and Bi Yao out of the treasure house. As soon as they flew down the canopy, they noticed something strange in the depths of the branches and leaves. The evil spirit of blood after the leaves have been eroded.

Although Zhang Xiaofan has joined the Ghost King Sect for five years and has become the 'most trusted' fifth protector of Wanwan, Wanwan has never mentioned many things to him, not only him, but also Baguio and Xiao Chi, Wanwan. Never told.

Looking away from the remaining claw marks on the tree trunk and the branches pierced by the formation, Zhou Ji sighed softly. Looking at all this, he finally understood why the black water snake that should have appeared in the sacred tree did not appear. Who will be fighting the yellow bird here.