Chapter 942 Who Killed Him?

This face, he will never forget it even if he dies for ten thousand years. The target of their joint betrayal was Zhao Qi's master. Zhao Qi himself also died under their joint conspiracy, and his body was thrown at the border of the Emperor's Tomb. Theoretically, without the permission of their nine clans, Zhao Qi would never leave the Emperor's Tomb.

As one of the nine clans guarding the Emperor's Tomb, the master of Wanfa Pavilion knows the restrictions of the Emperor's Tomb better than anyone else.

The restrictions tainted with the breath of the Immortal Emperor are not something that normal cultivators can break. But now Zhao Qi appeared in front of him, which means that the seal set by their nine clans has lost its effect.

'It's over! '

A thought came to the master of Wanfa Pavilion. Memories of the past came to his mind one by one, the scene of the nine of them holding immortal weapons and joining forces to deal with Zhao Qi. During that fight, the nine of them were seriously injured, and the master of Wanfa Pavilion almost died at the hands of Zhao Qi.

If Zhao Qi had not been seriously injured at the last moment, he would have died in the Emperor's Tomb long ago, and there would not be the Wanfa Pavilion now. As if responding to the thoughts of the Wanfa Pavilion Master, Zhao Qi's figure twisted, and he took a step forward, and the ice mist around him dispersed.

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He raised his right hand, a little light gathered at his fingertips, and simply and directly pointed to the Wanfa Pavilion Master.

Memories seemed to overlap at this moment.

That scene that was almost forgotten by him floated into his mind.

Unable to avoid.

Unable to resist.

Even his thinking was stagnant, and the immortal weapon that he could lift with just a hand seemed to be far away at the horizon. He could only watch Zhao Qi's fingers fall.

The starlight retracted, erasing the last bit of light.

The light in the pupils of the Pavilion Master of the Ten Thousand Laws also disappeared. The immortal weapon tightly held in his right hand had just been raised halfway.

Swish!!

The starlight turned into flames and spread all over his body.

Even the immortal weapon could not stop this power. To be precise, the immortal weapon used by the Pavilion Master of the Ten Thousand Laws could not isolate this power. Immortal weapons are magical tools belonging to immortals, and only true immortals can control this power.

Moreover, the immortal weapon in the hands of the Pavilion Master of the Ten Thousand Laws was originally refined by Master Zhao Qi, and was snatched from them after they betrayed.

Without the support of the Pavilion Master of the Ten Thousand Laws, the light on the surface of the paper fan quickly dimmed.

"Yellow fan"

Zhao Qi reached out to take the paper fan and spoke subconsciously.

He did not have this paper fan in his memory, but he still recognized it at a glance. This is an instinct that remains in the brain, just like some frustrated people will remember what their children like to eat.

The paper fan trembled slightly, as if it was confessing.

Zhao Qi stroked the paper fan, and a trace of melancholy flashed in his eyes.

The yellow fan was mottled, and the original spirituality of the immortal weapon had withered for the most part. The remaining part was entirely dependent on the offerings of the Wanfa Pavilion. Although the appearance was still a yellow fan, it had long been bound to the Wanfa Pavilion. Not only the yellow fan, but also the immortal weapons of the other eight sects were the same.

The immortal weapon protected the reincarnation of the nine clans and absorbed their spirits.

But in the same way, these spirits also polluted the spirituality of the immortal weapon. If it were in the upper realm, this pollution would naturally be negligible, and the immortal weapon itself could erase this power, but in the lower realm, the immortal weapon could not absorb the spirit of the immortal, and could only passively absorb the spirit of a lower level.

For immortal weapons, the spiritual energy in the lower realm was so mixed that they could not maintain their grade. In order not to fall to the level of spirit weapons, they could only absorb spirits. The sacrifices of the nine clans in the tomb were the source of their power.

Tens of thousands of years had passed, and these nine immortal weapons had long been bound to the nine clans.

If you want to separate it, you must return to the fairyland. But this is obviously unrealistic for Zhao Qi at the moment.

Crack

The fan withered and turned into black ash and scattered all over the ground.

After confirming that Zhao Qi could not take it back to the fairyland, the yellow fan decisively chose to leave. Between morality and survival, it chose survival. Wanfa Pavilion can maintain its grade, but Zhao Qi can't.

Bang bang!

Two bodies fell from the sky.

The two brothers Qiu Yuan and Qiu Xue flew down and stood in mid-air confronting each other. Shang Nan and Song Jia are not weak. These two people have extraordinary origins and hold a large number of powerful magic weapons in their hands. When they fought with these two people before, they did not have the upper hand. But later, I don’t know what happened. Shang Nan, who was holding the black umbrella, suddenly screamed and then died suddenly.

After that, Song Jia also died inexplicably.

"Death due to exhaustion of lifespan is actually two top-grade spiritual medicines." Zhao Qi came over and took the two corpses on the ground into his hands.

The human form gradually dissipated and turned into two spiritual medicines.

The two boys were originally immortal grass incarnations. After being enlightened by the immortals, they became mountain guards. Now after being killed by their enemies, they have restored their original appearance.

The three of them did not stop and returned to the edge of the cliff with the three corpses.

Chen Luo sat hunched over on the side. He was thinner, as if he had been squeezed dry. Even he could not bear to control so much power at once. At the last moment, he used the life-borrowing Gu to forcibly borrow the lifespans of Song Jia and Shang Nan to hold on.

Fortunately, the lifespans of the two boys were enough to help him survive this disaster.

As for the matter of ‘repayment’, Chen Luo had never considered this issue since he obtained the life-borrowing Gu. The lives borrowed by Chen Zhenren have never been returned. To reach the level of ‘borrowing and returning’, one must at least be an immortal.

“Three corpses, all of high quality, two of which can be used to make pills.”

Zhao Qi threw the three corpses aside.

Chen Luo took a long time to come back to his senses, and the scattered Gu insects, evil spirits, and magic tools returned to his sleeves like young swallows returning to their nests. With the reduction of consumption, the consumed spiritual power was restored bit by bit, and Chen Luo regained his ability to move.

“Let’s go.”

After touching the three brains, Chen Luo didn’t say a word, turned around and flew towards the direction of the emperor’s tomb.

The old monster who was secretly peeping hadn’t appeared yet, and he almost squeezed himself dry. If the real owner came, how could he have the energy to fight back? Although the Wanxiang Immortal Gate is important, Chen Luo has never been trapped by external things.

When he could defend it, Wanxiang Xianmen was his foundation.

When he couldn't defend it, Wanxiang Xianmen was a burden.

When Chen Luo escaped from the Emperor's Tomb, in the void outside the sky, the seriously injured Ge Xian took a half-crippled black crystal man into the passage and escaped with his life. The gray-robed man did not chase the two people, but turned his sight and looked at the area where Wanxiang Xianmen was before.

Just now, he sensed that the breath of the junior he had been locking on before disappeared. The whole person seemed to have disappeared from the world of cultivation, and no matter how he searched, he couldn't find him.

Nine clans guarding the tomb.

Ancient Sword Sect.

Wan Ji and the other two stood on the edge of the ancient sword, looking at the yellow fan flying back from the sky, and all fell into silence.

The master of Wanfa Pavilion is dead.

The death was very sudden, leaving the three of them no time to rush over to support. This change made the three of them feel like they were falling into an ice cellar. The strength of the three of them is not much different from that of the Pavilion Master of Wanfa. The other party can kill the Pavilion Master of Wanfa so quickly, which means that they are also capable of killing the three of them.

"Who killed Wanfa?"

Wan Ji walked in front of the yellow fan and asked.

He knew that the immortal weapon had spirits and could communicate.

It was a pity that the yellow fan didn't even pay attention to him. If Zhao Qi was the disciple of the previous master, then Wan Ji was a dog in the eyes of the yellow fan.

As the immortal weapon worshipped by the nine clans, these spirits have long been accustomed to being high above, so how could they take the initiative to communicate with these dogs. (End of this chapter)