Chapter 715 Who Is the Winner

"Before you get the Wanlong Soul Orb, Your Highness is worried about not enough points?"

In the fairy palace in Bahuang City, a game of chess is coming to an end. The middle-aged man with a white face and elegant demeanor smiled lightly, looked at the chess move in front of him, showing a hint of admiration, and said: "In such a game that turned the world around, Jiuchongtian has the greatest background, and His Highness must be one of the people who most want that person to die. Participate, how many dragon souls do you want to share?"

The man in the yellow robe remained calm, on the chessboard, he had already won the game, and said indifferently: "How much do you plan to give me?"

The middle-aged man with an elegant demeanor smiled, and said: "It seems that what you said before, His Highness doesn't quite agree with it!"

The man in the yellow robe said lightly: "Dragon souls are the remnants of the ancient clan, and I, Jiuchongtian, am a descendant of the ancient dragon clan. Even the exercises we practice are related to the dragon clan. So, do you think the ten dragon souls you promised are enough?"

The man with an elegant demeanor smiled wryly and said: "But for this matter, the strength of the Nine Heavens is not enough. If His Highness originally wanted to get a few more dragon souls, why not put in more effort? Hehe, if His Highness is willing to do this, even the Transformation God will be able to invite it. We don't have to prepare so many Nascent Souls to die, and we don't have to take the big risk to take out the taboo killer from the devil's side!"

The yellow-robed man said lightly: "I am the son of the Jiuchongtian Emperor, and I don't bother to be assassinated!"

The middle-aged man with an elegant demeanor smiled, and suddenly asked, "Where did the master of the four departments beside His Highness go?"

The man in the yellow robe said calmly, "They have their own business!"

The man with an elegant demeanor continued: "The old man thinks that I can get the dragon soul. That's because I have a treasure handed down from the ancient dragon clan, which can reveal the location of the dragon soul, and Jiuchongtianxiang comes from the blood of the ancient dragon clan. Although this statement is too old to tell the truth from the false, but since it is said so, there must be some inherited treasures in the Jiuchongtian Dynasty..."

The man in the yellow robe remained calm, as if he had acquiesced.

The middle-aged man smiled wryly, and said: "So the people sent by His Highness should have already got the Wanlong Soul Orb?"

The man in the yellow robe just looked down at the chessboard, as if he didn't hear his words.

The middle-aged man shook his head and sighed, "It's like this game of chess, I thought I won, but I didn't expect..."

The more he thought about it, the more he admired it, and said: "Your Highness's plan is indeed unparalleled in the world. If Bahuang City and Xianmeng investigate, they will surely find that there are many forces involved in this murder, but there is no Jiuchongtian. The consequences after the incident will naturally be borne by those aristocratic families. When the time comes, Jiuchongtian will probably not stand up to settle the consequences of this matter as he said before!"

The man in the yellow robe finally smiled and said, "The so-called promise was made by you, not me!"

The middle-aged man gave a thumbs up and said: "So, the final result is that Jiu Chongtian got the Dragon Soul. His Highness is not only a thorn in the side, but a scapegoat for the aristocratic family. His Highness did nothing, but became the final winner!"

After a while, the man in yellow robe smiled lightly and said, "The dragon soul I promised to you will be given to you!"

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Because you still need to use my strength to break the seal?"

The man in the yellow robe was noncommittal.

"Your Highness is brilliant, I have lost..."

The middle-aged man clasped his fists helplessly, and laughed as if in admiration.

It's just that deep in that smile, it seems to have some deeper meaning.

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It was also at the edge of the Demon Abyss at this time, the Guiya Mountain battlefield.

The four mysterious old cultivators captured the Ten Thousand Dragon Soul Orb, and used an eight-treasure plague gourd to drive back the chasing cultivators. They were rushing to the far sky. The eight-treasure plague gourd was extremely strange and terrifying, and it divided the void into a no-man's area. No matter how anxious the cultivators were, they looked at the black gourd and those who were infected by the plague and screamed in pain, but none of them dared to catch up.

Seeing that the four mysterious old cultivators were about to escape, suddenly there was a soft sigh at this moment.

"Did I say that if I see you using plague seeds to harm others again, I will definitely kill you?"

The voice was extremely flat, but it seemed to contain some kind of power.

Even if it is now on the battlefield where the sound of killing is shaking the sky, the voice is extremely clear, as if it is ringing in the ear.

"who is it?"

The hearts of the four mysterious old cultivators trembled for no reason, and their speed slowed down.

"Go!"

The other three old cultivators were only startled, and continued to rush forward.

But Lao Xiu, who sacrificed the Eight Treasures Plague Gourd, suddenly had a very strange feeling. The other three people didn't realize who said this for a moment, but this old Xiu suddenly remembered something incredible.

With terrified eyes, he looked back.

The direction he was looking at was exactly where the Nine Dragons were covered by the fire cover.

At this time, the Nine Dragons Fire Hood had been covered there for more than half an hour, silent, and it seemed that there had been no movement inside for a long time, presumably the people inside had already been refined, but the people who sacrificed the Nine Dragons Fire Hood had no intention of taking it back at all.

And in the eyes of all the cultivators, the people inside have already been refined to death.

Nine Dragons is away from the fire cover, once it covers the enemy, the enemy will not die, and the fire will not go out.

But now, the divine fire has been extinguished for a long time, and the people inside must have died long ago...

"Boom!"

But just when they had this thought, they suddenly heard a loud noise coming from the Nine Dragons Fire Hood. The power was indescribably tyrannical, causing black cracks to appear in the surrounding space.

"Daozi..."

Surrounded by the hood, the old deacon of Wangqing Island and Guan Ao, who were covered in blood, were all shocked.

His eyes were both surprised and happy, and he looked at the cover that made them despair.

"not good……"

As for the old Xiu who sacrificed the Eight Treasure Plague Gourd, he let out a scream and hastily circulated his mana.

"Wow..."

The black gourd slammed into the cover as a whole, and the black smoke filled and overflowed out.

Seeing this scene, Guan Ao let out a tiger roar, and slashed at the gourd fiercely.

But at this moment, there was another loud noise from inside the Nine Dragons Fire Cover, and then a blazing flame appeared, and the cover was knocked over directly, and then a figure flashed out from inside the cover, snatching before Guan Ao's knife, with five fingers pressed, a ball of fire danced in the palm, directly refining the entire gourd and the black energy inside.

Wisps of fire flickered and danced, and the gourd turned into fly ash little by little, as if it had never appeared before.

"That's impossible……"

Seeing his Eight Treasure Plague Gourd being refined, the mysterious old Xiu showed two frightened eyes.

I don't know whether it is impossible for my gourd to be refined, or it is impossible for the people in the hood to come out...

But all in all, he felt a sense of panic, turned around and fled.

But within a few steps of escaping, he had to stop.

Because the person who refined the Eight Treasure Plague Gourd had already come behind him and pressed his shoulder.

This mysterious old Xiu's heart was beating violently for a moment, and he didn't dare to move his body.

However, the owner of this hand did not kill him immediately, but raised the other hand and made a move forward.

It was just such a simple movement, but on the three old Xius who had escaped tens of miles away, a purple light appeared, flew across the void in an instant, came to that person, stopped suddenly, and appeared in the shape of a bead.

It circled around the figure, jumping and spinning non-stop, as if it was very friendly.

Because this person was originally his master.

The only place in this world that has a connection with it and can directly summon it.

"Myriad Dragon Soul Orb..."

The three mysterious old cultivators were also shocked, and they came chasing the bead desperately. The purpose of their trip was such a bead. If they fled with the bead, it would be fine, but if the bead flew away, there was no need for them to escape.

At this time, all the cultivators around were also terrified, looking at the shadow in the void.

Wearing a simple green robe, without any hairpin accessories, that's because all the accessories on his body were reduced to ashes in the Nine Dragons Fire Hood. Therefore, he could only forge a green robe with mana, and simply covered himself.

However, although there is no accessory, his whole person looks elegant and calm, as if blessed by some kind of power between heaven and earth, with an invisible sense of nobility, with fluttering hair, green robes swaying, and faint fire, wrapped around his body. Inside the fire, nine dragon shadows appear and disappear, making him stand quietly in the void like a divine mansion.

At this moment, the world seemed to be dimmed, only his figure was extremely clear.

Looking at the beads flying around, he nodded slightly, and then his eyes swept around.

Facing that gaze, everyone subconsciously felt that they were a little shorter.

"How could this be..."

"How could he survive..."

Facing his gaze, everyone's heart was pounding, and they hardly dared to look directly at his figure.

Whether it's the eight Plutos from Jiuyou Palace, the black-robed elder who chased the white cat just now, the coquettish witch, and these four mysterious old cultivators, etc., and even the old deacon of Wangqing Island, Guan Ao, and the white cat, etc...

At this time, they all showed an unbelievable expression.

Fang Yuan!

That was Fang Yuan who had been covered by the Nine Dragons Fire Hood, how could he still be alive?

That is an existence capable of refining gods and killing demons, even in the realm of transforming gods, they will be refined to death in that hood...

How did he come out alive?

"This is really a perfect kill..."

Fang Yuan, who was in mid-air, slowly glanced over the cultivators, then lowered his eyes. He praised in a low voice, and then looked at the mysterious old cultivator whose shoulder was pressed by his right hand. Although he had already guessed who he was, he straightened his body, and then he pulled off the black scarf on his face, revealing a strange, pale green face.

"Old Immortal Ji..."

Many people around know this old monster.

In fact, as soon as the Eight Treasure Plague Gourd came out just now, countless people recognized him.

"I recognize you. You are the Lord of the Nine Heavens' Plague Department. Your name is Xiao Ji. Everyone calls you Old Immortal Ji..."

Fang Yuan looked at him, opened his mouth calmly, revealed his identity, and said, "Is it true that he set up this murder?"