Chapter 1739: A Sudden Barrage of Arrows Shocked the Dead Sea, and There Was No Way to Save the Situation. Death Wuxiu

Chapter 1741 A sudden burst of random arrows frightens the sea to death, and there is no way to save the day.

Dead Sea, tenth level.

Walking out of the pure water whirlpool, Feng Zhongzui felt that he had come to the wrong place.

The pure water here no longer only glows with black light, but becomes pure black.

When people enter here, they feel as if they have stepped into the eternal night and are in the flowing, cold night.

The dark and depressing environment has begun to make people feel frightened.

When he looked around and barely took in his surroundings, something even more surprising happened.

"Where's the cell?"

The black stone prisons that were lined up in the clear water on the first few floors seemed to be empty at this time.

As far as the eye can see, there is a vast expanse of black water.

There are no obstacles at all, and it seems that there are no partitions. It seems that the prisoners here can be piled up and thrown together.

"On the tenth floor of the Dead Sea, there are no cells and they are all free-range?"

Feng Zhong was so drunk that he couldn't even control the words "free range" that might offend people.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw an old man wearing prison uniform coming from a distance in the darkness.

He is alert.

He saw the members of the Holy Mountain Refuge Group and stopped immediately.

Apparently he heard Feng Zhongzui's words, but he wasn't angry at all, with an expression that he couldn't afford to offend.

After all, a small group of so many people suddenly appeared on the tenth floor, each wearing gorgeous clothes. This was very strange.

Here, everyone has a strong sense of territory and will not easily cross the line.

That means I've crossed the line... The old man walked in a hurry and didn't dare to say a word, so he chose to stay away.

"It's really free range!"

Feng Zhongzui was shocked when he saw this.

The prisoners here really have freedom of movement!

As long as you have the energy, you can even go find others to fight?

Saint Slave Wuxiu was imprisoned here before. Although he did not practice ancient martial arts, he had a good physical body and could also use Wuxiu·Red Scorch Hands.

Then here at that time, wouldn't he be able to dominate?

"Um?"

Suddenly his scalp trembled, and Drunken in the Wind noticed something. He turned his head and looked into the distance, and said in surprise:

"Sword Intent?"

At this moment, the Dead Sea, with the blessing of the Holy Emperor's Golden Edict, banned everything that could be used.

This is felt most deeply by the prisoners at the Dead Sea.

Along the way, the Holy Mountain Refuge Group didn't see anyone causing trouble, not even anyone yelling.

Obviously, everyone knows that as soon as the restriction is deepened, something big is going to happen, and they are even more afraid that they will be picked out and be the first to have surgery.

No one has cleaned up the traces of battles left by the Dead Sea in the past, especially on the tenth floor.

Feng Zhongzui glanced back to ask for instructions, then followed the ferocious sword intention that he had just noticed, and walked forward, explaining as he walked:

"Strong sword intent!"

"Perhaps everyone in front of the preaching mirror has no idea what I'm feeling right now, but should I say it..."

He was very excited.

Everyone in the Holy Mountain Refuge Group followed him.

Judging from the tone of voice, Feng Zhongzui is always in a state of excitement.

Without waiting for anyone to answer, and not having to wait for anyone to answer, and in fact, there was no question about whether he should or shouldn't, Feng Zhongzui thought of it and said:

"Moonless Sword Immortal!"

"Such a powerful Mo Jianshu's sword intent can still be radiated under the Dead Sea. There are not many people in the world."

"As we all know, Wuyue Sword Immortal had his arm broken off and was thrown into the Dead Sea because of some meritorious deeds. He was originally locked up on the tenth floor?"

As soon as these words came out, the spectators from the Five Realms burst into laughter.

None of the people who belonged to the Holy Temple could smile, and their expressions were extremely gloomy.

So embarrassing!

This was done in such a dishonest manner.

At that time, even the people in the Holy Temple couldn't see it, but no one dared to say anything since the higher-ups had made such a decision.

It's fine now.

Now the Taoist Palace Master is no longer here.

The master of Xuanji Palace also gave himself a trick.

The Great Emperor of the People came to power, and the ten-member council became a decoration. Those who put things on display were put on display, those who surrendered to the enemy surrendered to the enemy, and those who fished for fish...

There were some words that no one dared to say at that time.

Now that Feng Zhongzui is holding the preaching mirror, he really can't hold back his anger and just wants to say this for Wuyue Sword Immortal.

Even if the incident happened, it would be reasonable to say that he was controlled by Master Shou.

The main thing is that Mr. Shou doesn’t care about this...

Master Shou is the only confidence that makes people dare to speak out!

"arrive."

Mo Jian Shu's sword intent gathers most in a deep water area where light is hard to see, and so does his perception.

Feng Zhongzui brought everyone here. In fact, he no longer wanted to talk. He even wanted to sit cross-legged and start to realize the truth.

But he didn't dare.

He was just an outside commentator, and he didn't dare to delay the business.

I admire Wuyue Sword Immortal, and Master Shou followed me, but he definitely didn't come to observe the Wuyue Sword Immortal's sword power.

Why do you need me?

The breakthrough on the sixth level of the Dead Sea could be seen even if Feng Zhongzui was blind.

Even among the seven swordsmen of the previous generation, about half of them were left behind by Master Shou!

"We can see that this is obviously the deepest area of ​​the tenth layer of the Dead Sea."

"It seems that Wuyue Sword Immortal is also a tyrant in this place."

"After all, although the Dead Sea prohibits magic, it seems that ancient swordsmanship was difficult to resist in the past. And judging from the insights here..."

Feng Zhongzui couldn't tell whether his opinion was accurate, so he could only look at Master Shou and offer some advice:

"Wu Yue Sword Immortal seems to be still using the power of the Dead Sea to sharpen his Mo sword skills? Wu Yu is a sword indiscriminately?"

Xu Xiaoshou did not answer.

He just scanned the surroundings in silence.

In fact, not only the traces of Mo Jianshu were deep, but also the traces of Wuxiu·Chijiaoshou left by Jianzhao were the deepest here.

Old Sang had been here...

They had fought...

Feng Zhongzui's voice sounded at the right time:

"As everyone knows, in the battle in the Eight Palaces of the East Region, Wuyue Sword Immortal and Shengnu Wuxiu fought again after more than 30 years."

"Not long after that, they were both imprisoned on the tenth floor of the Dead Sea. I don't know if there were any more stories?"

When saying this, the preaching mirror patted Shouye.

The people of the Five Regions also stared at Shouye with burning eyes. Everyone knew that Shouye came to the tenth floor to find his master.

Sword Immortal Gou Wuyue was second.

Feng Zhongzui could lead everyone to explain all the way here, which means that Shengnu Wuxiu was most likely nearby before entering the Ranming Ruins!

Xu Xiaoshou never said much, waved his finger slightly, and said indifferently:

"Stand back a little."

...

Buzz!

The ripples of the clean water pushed forward frantically on both sides.

The image of the Dead Sea was even more blurred in an instant, and the handsome face of Shouye in the mirror quickly turned into a black dot.

"Is it necessary to run so far?"

The people of the Five Realms looked up nervously, complaining while watching.

But when they thought of the horrific scene of Bei Jianxian being hit with blood and tongue, the rapid retreat of Feng Zhongzui and his gang became justifiable.

Fortunately, the preaching mirror can retreat, and the image in the mirror can also be manipulated to enlarge.

Soon, after taking in the gloomy atmosphere of the tenth floor of the Dead Sea, the people of the Five Realms were able to focus back on Shouye's black clothes from the push and pull of the lens.

"Old Sang..."

After the long-range view, Shouye's whisper seemed to have a bit more desolation.

No!

It's not an illusion!

Shouye's face was indeed filled with strong sorrow.

His hand touched the clothes on his chest and found a broken willow branch from somewhere.

Then, he gently bent down and placed the willow branch in the black water in front of him, as if he was paying tribute to the deceased.

"Om!"

Shou Ye made a seal, it was time to cast a spell.

Slight ripples spread around.

"Hiss..."

This is too weird!

For no reason, everyone gasped, and their scalps were slightly exploded.

But at the same time, curiosity was also piqued.

With such a big show, what exactly did Shengnu Wuxiu and Shou Ye want to do?

Even the Southern Region Ai Cangsheng stared at it, and couldn't figure out what Xu Xiaoshou wanted to do by doing this.

Wuxiu's return...

Wasn't it just to commit suicide in the ruins of the gods?

Could it be that they wanted to take advantage of this return to do something?

At this time!

There was no sign!

The image of Shou Ye in the mirror was filled with grief and anger, and his tears flowed into the clean water. After the seal was formed, he slapped the willow branch fiercely, and at the same time, he shouted loudly:

"Resurrection, my old man Sang!"

...

The five regions seemed to have been paused, and all the people who were looking forward to the passion suddenly froze.

Some clenched their fists, and some widened their eyes.

But they were puzzled!

No one knew what Shou Ye was doing. The return of the Saint Slave Wuxiu required this kind of... ritual?

"This is too..."

Feng Zhongzui almost couldn't hold the preaching mirror. Those who didn't know thought that Shou Ye was calling himself a god at the gates of hell.

But Shou Ye's sensational actions seemed to have a deep meaning every time?

Before they could comment more, they saw that after the willow branch was broken, the clean water near its so-called location began to bubble and finally boil!

"It's on fire!"

"It's really on fire!"

Feng Zhongzui shouted in disbelief.

What's going on? The forbidden spell of the Dead Sea!

Even if Shouye really recovered... bah, and summoned back his master Wuxiu, how could such a strange phenomenon appear?

Could it be that the holy slave Wuxiu had attained enlightenment in the ruins of the gods and had evolved to a terrifying height that even the forbidden spell of the Dead Sea could not suppress?

"He, he has surpassed the ten thrones?"

In the Dead Sea, surrounded by pure water, Feng Zhongzui's blood boiled!

But in front of Shouye, whose tears filled the Dead Sea, he soon lived up to everyone's expectations and condensed a withered figure.

He was half bent over, with a straw hat pressed on his face with one hand, and his specific appearance could not be seen at all.

His figure gradually became real, and he was wearing the most common white prison uniform in the Dead Sea.

But the aura of the lone and rebellious Saint Slave Superior could not be suppressed at all. It was radiating wildly from inside to outside, but its tenderness could not be concealed:

"Good disciple, it is worth the teacher's earnest teachings to you when I was in the Spirit Palace..."

...

"It's him!"

"It's him!"

The roar of Feng Zhongzui rolled in his throat.

This wave of low roars that wanted to rise but suppressed, but it mobilized the emotions of all the spectators in the five regions very well.

The preaching mirror image accompanied his voice and focused on the strangeness of the prison uniform of the old man in the straw hat.

It was very different from the prisoners he had seen along the way!

The prison uniform of the one who appeared in front of the Lord had no sleeves!

The exposed arms were charred like black charcoal, and there was no white bone under the cracked skin, as if red-hot magma was flowing.

The gurgling and cracking clean water broke and condensed around him, reflecting the illusion and reality of his existence itself.

"Sleeveless!"

Feng Zhongzui did not continue to suppress his emotions.

After the initial low cry, he completely opened himself up, dancing and explaining passionately:

"Four Sons of the Holy Palace, Burning the Piano and Boiling the Crane, Holy Slave Wuxiu, Master of Shouye!"

"No matter which of these four titles is taken out alone, it is possible to be famous for thousands of years - whether it is to be famous for a hundred years or to be infamous for a thousand years."

"But when they are put together, each part is just a part of a person's life!"

"How powerful? How weird? How incredible? How incredible is the existence of this person..."

Feng Zhongzui didn't know how long he had considered the words in advance for this paragraph.

But his passionate speech was just the beginning.

The clean water above the Dead Sea was madly passing away, and was suddenly swallowed up by a crack that had opened at an unknown time.

The next breath...

"Bang!!!"

...

"..."

The world suddenly lost its voice.

The heavy sound of the bang string that exploded in Feng Zhongzui's ears and in the ears of the people in the five domains almost shattered everyone's hearing.

It was inherited from a month ago, continuing the terrifying memory.

After everyone was in a daze, they suddenly recalled.

Emperor Cangsheng waited for Master Shou for so long, not waiting for him to become a joke.

Whether it was moving to the southern region, surrendering to the enemy, loving dogs... or anything else, these were all foreplay.

When the Saint Slave Wuxiu returned, it was indeed the time for the war to start!

And once the opportunity came, who would wait?

Fools would wait, but Emperor Cangsheng would not!

"Evil Sin Bow!"

"Emperor Cangsheng has drawn his bow!"

The first arrow of the battle came so abruptly.

It appeared on the tenth floor of the Dead Sea without any signs, and it should have been planned for a long time.

Master Shou looked back in shock.

He subconsciously stepped out three profound formations under his feet.

But compared to Emperor Cangsheng, who had been waiting for months, his reaction to the battle was really more than a beat slower.

When the Saint Slave Wuxiu appeared.

At the moment when Master Shou looked back.

The arrow of the evil bow has appeared and disappeared...

"God-sweeping arrow!"

In the southern region, Zhong Yuanzi also pulled away from a safe distance, his face full of shock.

After waiting for a month, his heart was deader than the Dead Sea and purer than clean water.

I never thought that when the opportunity came, Ai Cangsheng would be so quick to cut the Gordian knot. He is really a natural fighter!

But...

Zhong Yuanzi frowned.

"Why do I feel weird?"

...

Fast!

Too fast!

So fast that people can't adapt!

Whether it was the sudden emotion of Shou Ye, the resurrection of Sang Lao, or the sudden arrow of Cangsheng Emperor, the arrow swept the Dead Sea.

When the God-sweeping arrow fell, the tenth layer of the Dead Sea was full of waves, destroying all the existences on the battlefield, whether it was the prisoners in the Dead Sea, the semi-saint refugee group, the Feng Zhongzui who resisted the mirror, and even Shou Ye, and Sang Lao who just appeared in front of Shou Ye...

"Buzz!"

Everyone felt a shock in their heads.

The thoughts were interrupted for a moment by this arrow, and when everyone came back to their senses.

"... Bang bang bang bang bang!"

The overwhelming sound of heavy arrows breaking strings, which had been heard since who knows when, has been resounding in the tenth layer of the Dead Sea for a long time.

"This is!"

Feng Zhongzui tightly grasped the preaching mirror, his eyes full of horror.

In just a moment of distraction, he found that the small space where Shou Ye was located had been nailed to death by nine arrows, and then pushed out by an arrow, and nailed directly into the distance.

Shou Ye's eyes were bloodshot, and his feet clearly stepped on the space mystery array.

But the Great Emperor Cangsheng didn't know what arrows he shot, and the Dead Sea didn't know what power he used, so Shou Ye couldn't get away at all!

The arrow rain that came from the South Region to the Dead Sea was not aimed at Shou Ye from the root, but...

"Wu Xiu!"

Feng Zhongzui understood, "The one that the Great Emperor Cang Sheng wanted to kill was only Sheng Nu Wu Xiu from the beginning to the end, because Shou Ye could not be killed!"

Arrows rained down.

Not a single arrow missed.

The fleeting arrow shadows, some destroyed the body, some destroyed the soul, and some killed the mind. All of them pierced through the body, spirit, and mind of Sheng Nu Wu Xiu who had just appeared.

"No!!!"

The shrill roar echoed in the Dead Sea.

For the first time, the people of the Five Regions did not hear this from Shou Ye's enemies, but witnessed and heard Shou Ye's own collapse.

His eyes were red.

He was pressed in a corner of the Dead Sea.

He could only watch his beloved master being deeply penetrated and pierced by countless arrows from the evil bow, and he was powerless to save the situation.

"No, Sang Lao!"

"No, Ai Cang Sheng, stop, stop!"