Chapter 585 Epilogue

The current situation is that seven Taoist realm experts, including Su Jie, are standing in a ring. In the middle is the lonely Great Elder of the Ten Thousand Swords Alliance, Situ Hao.

Situ Hao's fighting ability is not weak, but he is facing seven extremely vicious demon cultivators. Even if he has the highest cultivation level present and has the fifth level of Taoist realm, it is impossible to fight seven of them one by one.

"Su Jie, as a Qingzhou Immortal Miao, where is your Immortal Miao ambition? If you have the ability, don't rely on the number of people. Let me fight one on one to decide life and death!"

Situ Hao glared at Su Jie. He knew that he could not defeat seven people, and he had no hope of escaping. He just wanted Su Jie, his enemy, to back him up.

"OK!"

Su Jie smiled brightly, and then waved his hand: "Let's all come together. Elder Situ Hao said he wanted to fight one on one. We fulfilled his wish, and he challenged a group of us one by one."

Situ Hao's face was ashen and he wanted to cut Su Jie into pieces.

Su Jie smiled and said nothing, thinking that I was an idiot! There's no need to challenge you in a group fight, he's a demon cultivator.

Among the four elders of Huoyun Palace, Di Pingqiu raised his fiery red eyebrows and was the first to approach Situ Hao.

"Situ Hao, when you, the Ten Thousand Swords Alliance, took away my Huoyun Palace property, you didn't expect that you would end up like this. Once you are wiped out, your Ten Thousand Swords Alliance will also come to an end."

Di Pingqiu was holding a flaming spear. As he spoke, the spear pierced the void and turned into a galloping flaming dragon, biting towards Situ Hao.

The other three elders of the Fire Cloud Palace behind him followed suit. There was no need to elaborate on their conflicts with the Ten Thousand Swords Alliance. In this situation, they would naturally not miss the opportunity to beat up the lost dog.

Zhang Junwei and Lu Jingshi came a little later and soon joined the battle.

In an instant, Situ Hao was caught in the wave of bombardment by countless spells and magic weapons.

Bang!

While the Nine Sword Seal blocked the long flame dragon, behind Situ Hao, an elder from the Fire Cloud Palace quickly approached, spitting out flames from his palms.

Situ Hao quickly turned around to deal with it, but more attacks came over him.

After only holding on for two minutes, with a tearing sound, Situ Hao's shoulder was struck by a long knife. In the burst of light, Situ Hao's shoulder and left arm were cut off at shoulder level.

Boom!

Lu Jingshi controlled the eighth-grade earth evil ghost and clapped his hands at Situ Hao.

Situ Hao spat out a mouthful of blood, and ferocious bloody handprints began to appear all over his body.

Zhang Junwei's eyebrows cracked, and a Gu insect crawled out. Quietly, a bloody streak appeared on Situ Hao's neck. Half of his neck was torn open, and countless tiny mosquitoes spewed out from the torn throat.

"Just die."

Di Pingqiu shouted excitedly, the spear in his hand pierced Situ Hao's chest, and the Ksitigarbha bone fire entered Situ Hao's body.

This kind of Ksitigarbha bone fire glowed green, spreading from the flesh to the bones, and finally penetrated into Situ Hao's bones, causing the bones all over his body to be burned, charred and brittle, and could break with a pinch.

Two fists were no match for six hands. Faced with the siege of six Taoist realms, Situ Hao had no power to fight back and was directly beaten to the point of death.

Su Jie has always been a sneaky dog ​​and did not directly participate in the battle this time. Seeing that the battle was about to settle, he saw the right moment and chose to take action, shouting: "Xiao Qian."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Thousand-Handed Centipede fell from the sky. Its target was not Situ Hao. Instead, it opened its bloody mouth and bit into the Nine Sword Seal.

It is true that the Nine Sword Seal is a top-grade magic weapon, but now that Situ Hao was seriously injured and dying, he has long been unable to control the Nine Sword Seal and make any resistance.

Therefore, the Thousand-Hand Centipede was very successful. It opened its mouth and swallowed this high-quality magic weapon into its belly and took it as its own.

While the Thousand-Handed Centipede was grabbing the sword, Su Jie also put his hands together, and the rolling sea of ​​blood directly covered it, turning into a boundless tsunami, trying to involve Situ Hao in it.

Di Pingqiu originally wanted to take advantage of the victory and pursue it, but when he saw the sea of ​​blood covering him, he subconsciously wanted to grab the storage bag on Situ Hao's waist.

Every Taoist realm is a walking treasure trove, with a rich net worth. The wealth is less than tens of millions of spiritual stones, not to mention the number two figure in the Ten Thousand Swords Alliance like Situ Hao. The wealth must be extremely large, and every monk will be tempted.

But just as Di Pingqiu stretched out his hand, his body stiffened slightly unexpectedly, and a strange force swept through his body, slowing down his movements and missing Situ Hao's storage bag.

Turning around, he saw Han Ruyan holding a dressing mirror in his hand. He was looking in the mirror, and his figure appeared in it.

By the time Di Pingqiu dispelled the chill from his body, Situ Hao had already been sucked into the sea of ​​blood.

"Elder Su, you can't eat alone!"

Di Pingqiu said with some dissatisfaction. Their Fire Cloud Palace sent people to help, but the spoils were not taken from Su Jie.

"Everyone depends on their ability, and whoever grabs it belongs to whom."

Su Jie shrugged, held his palms, and from the sea of ​​blood, countless bloody tentacles came out, wrapped around Situ Hao's body, and exploded with great force in his desperate eyes, tearing his body into pieces. The soul had just emerged. , was absorbed by the Ten Thousand Soul Flags in the sea of ​​blood, and died very neatly.

There was a heavy rain in the sky, which was Situ Hao's last scattered spiritual power, affecting the celestial phenomena, as if the heaven and earth were also crying for the fall of this strong man.

When Situ Hao died, his storage bag naturally fell into Su Jie's hands.

"I don't know what's going on with Zhao Bilong and Zhang Chenfeng."

Su Jie withdrew from the sea of ​​​​blood, and his spiritual consciousness sensed that the two strong men at the fifth level of the Taoist realm, relying on the low-grade spiritual treasures, fought extremely fiercely, and the battle area had already deviated from here.

"The fighting fluctuated in Taifeng City. They fought back again. We went to support them."

Su Jie spoke, and then led everyone to rush towards Taifeng City quickly.

At the same time, near Taifeng City.

Boom!

On the sky, the real dragons transformed from the sea water collapsed, and a figure fell to the ground like a meteor. It was Zhao Bilong.

"Zhao Bilong, your death is coming today."

Zhang Chenfeng stood in the sky. There was a large hole in his chest that could not be healed. The squirming internal organs could be seen. Bone-deep wounds could be seen everywhere on his face and body. There were almost no intact pieces of flesh and blood on his body.

But even so, he won the battle because Zhao Bilong was even worse than him and his spiritual power was almost exhausted.

"Ha, ha, ha, I didn't expect that I still can't beat you."

Zhao Bilong laughed sadly. When he was young, he was the most outstanding disciple of Guanchao Pavilion, and he was also an immortal seedling.

At that time, Zhang Chenfeng was the most outstanding disciple of Huoyun Palace and an immortal seedling.

The two had fought once when they were young, and Zhang Chenfeng won at that time.

Unexpectedly, he lost the second time they fought, and even risked his own life.

"You put all your energy into researching formations, how can you beat me?"

Zhang Chenfeng fell slowly, his eyebrows and long hair turned into flames and burned, and the Seven-Yam Star Monarch Ring above his head continued to release rolling heat waves, turning the earth into scorched earth.

"I am here to train the next generation of Guanchao Pavilion. I have no hope of breaking through the Zifu realm in this life, but there is still hope for the next generation.

On the contrary, in order to deal with our Guanchao Pavilion, your Fire Cloud Palace did not hesitate to collude with the devil Su Jie. Even if you win this time, your Fire Cloud Palace's reputation will plummet, you will be cast aside by the world, and there will be no new blood to join. Your Fire Cloud Palace. "

Zhao Bilong sat up, his face was pale, but he smiled and stared at Zhang Chenfeng with sadness: "And do you really think you won? Demons like Su Jie will sooner or later be a serious problem for our righteous path. You can help them deal with it. Once the constraints of our Guanchao Pavilion are gone, how far he will grow, I am afraid that even the Zifu Realm will have a bright future. By then, your Fire Cloud Palace will also be the next target that Su Jie wants to destroy. ”

"Huh, you are still trying to stir up trouble before you die. Why don't we, the Fire Cloud Palace, bother you? You can go on your way with peace of mind."

Zhang Chenfeng frowned, he couldn't care what happened to Su Jie. Anyway, they had a blood feud with Guanchao Pavilion, and Zhao Bilong must be killed today.

"Then, let me do one last thing."

Zhao Bilong looked down at the Zhenhai Double Dragon Staff in his hand and said, "Go ahead and take them home."

The Zhenhai Double Dragon Staff trembled slightly, flew out from Zhao Bilong's palm, and flew towards Taifeng City.

"Don't even think about it."

Zhang Chenfeng's expression changed, he turned around and rushed towards the Zhenhai Double Dragon Staff.

He had been coveting this low-grade spiritual treasure for a long time and was not willing to let it slip away.

"This is our sect's treasure. How could it fall into the hands of your Huoyun Palace?"

However, Zhao Bilong used his last strength to rush forward and hugged Zhang Chenfeng tightly.

"court death."

Zhang Chenfeng's whole body erupted into billowing flames, and the Seven-Yam Star Lord Ring was like the sun rising across the sky, erupting with terrifying high temperatures, burning everything.

Zhao Bilong's skin and flesh were burned red, and his blood was continuously evaporated, like a cooked prawn.

But Zhao Bilong didn't let go at all. The last spiritual energy around him turned into water, binding Zhao Bilong's hands and feet, slowing down his pace.

The Zhenhai Double Dragon Staff that flew into the city automatically flew all the way to the location of the Jibao Auction House.

There were only a few genius disciples like Mo Shiyao left here. Seeing the lonely Zhenhai Double Dragon Staff flying over, Yu Wenjing seemed to understand something and his eyes widened.

The blue glow of the Zhenhai Double Dragon Staff shone, turning into a blue sea dragon, carrying the five people on its back, and then flew into the distance into the distance, escaping as if it had intelligence.

Outside Taifeng City, there was a stalemate for some time. Zhao Bilong had been burned like a charred corpse. Finally, Zhang Chenfeng broke free and cut off his neck with a hand knife.

Then Zhang Chenfeng took off Zhao Bilong's storage bag and hurried towards Taifeng City, arriving at the original location of Jibao Auction House.

The ruins destroyed by the Thousand-Handed Centipede here have long been empty. There is not a single monk in sight, nor the figures of Mo Shiyao, Yu Wenjing, Jiang Lin, He Wenfeng, and Wei Qingwan.

"Damn it, my low-grade spiritual treasure!"

Zhang Chen only slapped his thigh in a manner, filled with regret. The value of low-grade spiritual treasures is astonishing, and its effect is even greater. This is a weapon of the Zifu Realm. When used in Daotai Realm battles, it is like a dimensionality-reducing blow. It can defeat Daotai Realm monks. The combat effectiveness is greatly improved.

For example, when he fought against Zhao Bilong with the Seven-Yam Star Monarch Ring just now, it was difficult for other Taoist realms to approach him. This was the power of low-grade spiritual treasures. (End of chapter)