Chapter 1812 Competition

The Dragon Palace ruins are like a large secret world, isolated from the outside world.

There are desolate, desolate and dilapidated scenes everywhere, just like an abandoned wasteland.

It is unimaginable to imagine what kind of catastrophic disaster the East China Sea Dragon Palace clan suffered during the Great Desolation Period, which turned their "ancestral land" where they have lived for generations into such a ruin.

Su Yi stepped into the sky, his figure flashing like lightning. With one step, he was thousands of feet away. His speed was astonishing.

On the way, thinking of Xi Ning's previous message, Su Yi couldn't help but touch his nose.

I have to say that Xi Ning really takes good care of him.

Don't want him to be involved in the storm.

But on the other hand, doesn't this prove that in Xi Ning's heart, he is not strong enough to compete with figures such as Qing Xiao and Jin Zhuliu?

"If I were a free-spirited pretty boy, and I met such a thigh, I would definitely hold on to it, obey her words, and never act recklessly..."

Su Yi's eyes were a little strange.

Xi Ning comes from the divine realm, and has a noble and special status. He is also a peerless power in the Taixuan hierarchy.

What's especially rare is that his temperament and appearance are both peerless!

When it is quiet, it is ethereal and graceful, elegant and unconventional. It is so beautiful that it makes your heart tremble, and it is enough to amaze all living beings in the world.

And when she is angry, she is so strong, aloof and scornful!

Just like the empress dominating, overlooking the nine heavens and ten earths.

Being cared for by such a peerless goddess, any other man would have been flattered and overjoyed.

But Su Yi didn’t.

Because throughout his life, he has never relied on heaven or earth, only relying on himself and the sword in his hand, and has never bothered to find a backer.

Naturally, it is impossible to be a pretty boy who only eats soft rice.

"In the outside world, I would still be wary of those god-son-level figures, but in this Dragon Palace ruins... they are the ones who should be wary and trembling!"

Su Yi's eyes were dark, with a hint of disdain.

In the outside world, it would be really scary for those divine son-level figures to attack with all their strength regardless of the divine calamity. After all, they all have the Taixuan class level of strength themselves.

Even the servants around them have the Taoism of Taihe level.

This is naturally scary.

In addition, when he was outside, Su Yi did not use his sword or the power of reincarnation in order to avoid exposing his identity, and it was difficult for him to fully display his combat power.

But it’s different in the Dragon Palace ruins.

He no longer needs to be afraid, let alone worry about his identity being exposed!

"What's ridiculous is that those guys still regard me as prey and think I can be slaughtered at will..."

Su Yi whispered in his heart.

"Um?"

Suddenly, he felt in the golden letter talisman that Fan Zuo's breath suddenly changed, and actually changed its direction!

In this way, let alone meeting Xi Ning, the distance between them will only become farther and farther.

"Could it be that Fan Zuo is in trouble?"

As Su Yi's mind turned, he immediately changed direction and chased after Fan Zuo.

From his direction, if he used all the power of the Ten Thousand Realms Tree to move, he would be able to meet Fan Zuo in less than half a quarter of an hour.

…

Fan Zuo is trying his best to escape!

Not long after entering the Dragon Palace ruins, he planned to join Xi Ning as soon as possible.

Unexpectedly, not long after taking action, he would meet Jin Zhuliu, the son of God.

A conflict broke out.

Fan Zuo was no match at all, so he chose to escape immediately.

Fortunately, the rules of heaven and earth in the ruins of the Dragon Palace are different from those in the outside world. Whether it is Fan Zhui, who is at the Taihe level, or Jin Zhuliu, who is at the Taixuan level, they have to suppress their Taoism at the Taiwu level.

Otherwise, they will be suppressed by this world.

It was precisely because of this that Fan Zuo had the opportunity to escape.

If it were in the divine realm...

With his strength, there was no chance for him to struggle, and he had already been killed by Jin Zhuliu at the Taixuan level!

However, despite this, Fan Zuo also suffered heavy losses when he fled.

They are also at the Taiwu level, but the power and secret techniques mastered by figures like Jin Zhuliu are extremely terrifying, far beyond what Fan Zhui can compare to!

"Fan Zhuo, I am not interested in killing a small character like you. As long as you surrender, I promise to give you a chance to survive."

From behind, Jin Zhuliu's voice could be heard in the distance.

He was dressed in white as snow, with his hair tied into a crown, and he looked charming. There was a purple flying sword with electric light floating in his palm. He walked neither fast nor slow, but his speed was three minutes faster than moving.

It is gradually approaching Fan Zuo!

At this time, Fan Zuo was seriously injured, his body was bloody, his long hair was messy, and his face was pale.

He ignored Jin Zhuliu, gritted his teeth, and tried his best to escape.

"Oh, stubborn."

Jin Zhuliu shook his head contemptuously.

Soon, Fan Zuo's expression suddenly changed.

From all directions, there are waves of terrifying aura roaring towards this direction. They are not concealed at all and can be easily discovered.

"No, Jin Zhuliu's helpers are here too!"

Fan Zuo's heart sank.

"Look, no matter how you run away, it will be in vain. Mercy will not save you. Fan Zhui, it's time to give up resistance!"

Jin Zhuliu's brisk voice came from behind.

At this moment, Fan Hao's eyes flashed with ferocity and he ran away in another direction.

He took out a golden talisman and sent a message to Xi Ning:

"Young Master, I'm sorry that my subordinates can't join you. You must not come to rescue me again, otherwise, you will be besieged by those powerful enemies!"

After doing all this, Fan Zuo took a deep breath and ran away as fast as he could.

He will not implicate the young master because of himself.

This is a decision he must make as a follower.

As for life and death...

He never cares!

The only thing he regrets is that he has just arrived at the ruins of the Dragon Palace and is about to lose his life here before he can meet the young master again...

Things are unpredictable, that's probably the case.

A group of figures appeared in front of them. They were a group of powerful Immortal Kings from Penglai Immortal Pavilion.

Fan Zuo narrowed his eyes, abandoned distracting thoughts, and tightened his grip on the black spear in his hand.

"Don't fight to the death with him, just stop him from order!"

Jin Zhuliu's voice sounded in time to remind those Immortal Kings.

"yes!"

Those immortal kings took the order, each sacrificed their treasures, and attacked with all their strength.

Fan Zuo's spear flew across the air, and he rushed forward, smashing through all obstacles like breaking bamboo, and broke out of the encirclement in the blink of an eye. Even the formations of the Immortal Kings were scattered and flew out in a mess.

"This..." Those Immortal Kings were all shocked.

But no matter how fast Fan Zuo broke through, he finally encountered some obstruction. Jin Zhuliu seized the opportunity and raised his hand to throw it.

laugh!

The purple flying sword suspended in the palm of his hand shot out and cut a bloody wound on Fan Zuo's back. The blood flew like a waterfall and the bones loomed.

But Fan Zuo didn't care about this at all and ran away with all his strength.

He was seriously injured, and he never thought about the possibility of survival. He only had one thought in his mind:

The further you escape, the better it will be for the young master!

"Duh!"

Suddenly, a thunderous voice sounded. Fan Zuo suddenly looked up and saw a golden pagoda coming towards him from across the sky.

The pagoda became thousands of feet high, with flames of light like rain.

Just that kind of power makes Fan Zuo almost suffocate!

But he grinned, raised his hand and threw a purple secret talisman.

boom!

The purple secret talisman turned into a taboo-like thunder of order, sweeping across the sky and blasting the pagoda away in one fell swoop.

Taking this opportunity, Fan Zuo fled forward again.

"Rong Yang Yu!"

While escaping, Fan Zuo recognized that the person who had sacrificed the golden pagoda to stop him was another son of God, Gong Yangyu, which made his heart become heavier.

"Is it the talisman refined by the ancestor of the ancient Xi clan, the 'Zhen Yu Shen Zun'? The power of the law of the era contained in the 'Purple Soul Dao Lei' is indeed extraordinary."

Gong Yangyu put away the golden pagoda and frowned.

"He has been forced to use his trump card. He obviously can't hold on any longer. Chase him quickly!"

Jin Zhuliu reminded.

"good!"

During the conversation, the two sons of God joined forces and attacked with all their strength.

In addition, from different directions, strong men from the same camp as them are gathering here.

It was like a huge net that was surrounding Fan Zuo alone, and was constantly tightening!

After a while.

A green figure came from a distance, raised its hand and struck out a fiery red divine whip.

Goddess Qingwu!

She was wearing a green dress with wide sleeves, and her posture was graceful. When she moved, she was as fast as the wind. With one whip, she shattered the void and split it into pieces.

Fan Zuo roared and waved his spear to attack him.

Click!

The spear was directly smashed into pieces and fell into pieces.

The fiery red whip fell on Fan Zuo, sending him flying backwards, leaving a shocking crack on his majestic body.

It feels like if the force is stronger, it can crush his whole body!

"I really don't understand. You are just a slave of the ancient Xi clan. Why are you so desperate?"

Qing Wu was holding the fiery red whip, her charming eyes full of ridicule and disdain.

Fan Zuo stood on nothing, his whole body was broken, blood was flowing uncontrollably, and he was seriously injured and dying.

But his back was still standing straight.

However, when he saw the scene around him, he couldn't help but sigh.

From all directions, the Sons of God Jin Zhuliu and Gong Yangyu came first, and further away, there were other powerful auras gathering towards this side.

There is no doubt that he has been completely surrounded and there is no way out!

"Don't let him die, and use him as bait to fish out Xi Ning and Li Xuanjun."

Jin Zhuliu spoke leisurely.

"Sure enough, their target is not me at all, but Young Master and Fellow Daoist Li!"

Fan Zuo's heart sank to the bottom.

"Okay, let's capture him first, and then deal with him after Qing Xiao and Qin Jianshu arrive."

Qing Wu smiled sweetly.

With a flick of her wrist, the fiery red whip flew into the air and swept towards Fan Zuo.

At this moment, Fan Zuo showed no fear.

He had already expected that he would be doomed today, so how could he be afraid?

but……

Even if he dies, he will help some people to pave the way for the young master! !

When Qing Wu took action, Fan Zuo also moved.

The majestic body that was broken and stained with blood suddenly sounded a shocking roar, and his energy and energy seemed to be burning. His cultivation level seemed to have opened a seal and suddenly increased a lot.

At this moment, Fan Zuo gave it all, no longer suppressing his cultivation, and took action with all his strength! !