Chapter 590 Hunting

"This is the treasure house of the Ten Thousand Swords Alliance!"

Inside the mountain, the soil and rocks loosened, the formation was forcibly opened, and the figure of the Thousand Hands Centipede appeared in a cave, and Su Jie also walked down from the back of the Thousand Hands Centipede.

The first step Su Jie took when he entered the Ten Thousand Swords Alliance was to find the treasure house of the Ten Thousand Swords Alliance. He was not in a hurry to fight, but to get benefits for himself first.

Seeing the cave full of shelves in front of him, Su Jie couldn't help but sigh: "Sure enough, there are not many good things left."

But there were not many good things left in the treasure house, mainly various martial arts books, in addition to various spiritual plants and spiritual materials.

As for elixirs, talismans and magic tools, there were basically none, because at the critical moment of life and death of the Ten Thousand Swords Alliance, these things that could increase combat effectiveness were basically distributed and used in battle.

There were no spiritual stones in the treasure house, and it was estimated that they were used up to open the Great Dao Sword Formation.

What was left were only the spiritual plants and spiritual materials that could not be used in combat, as well as those martial arts books.

However, even if only this part is left, if we only count the spiritual plants and spiritual materials, there are still 70 to 80 million spiritual stones in spiritual stones.

Not to mention those priceless classics, which are the foundation of a sect, mainly various sword decisions and sword classics, as well as the cultivation experience, annotations and insights left by the sword masters of the Wanjian League.

These classics can greatly increase the foundation of a sect, especially for Su Jie, who will be in charge of Guiling Palace in the future. They are absolutely priceless and can greatly enrich the fighting methods of the disciples of Guiling Palace. In the future, Guiling Palace can open a sword cultivation lineage independently, and there is no need to worry that the disciples will have no skills to learn.

The reason why Su Jie sighed is completely greedy.

The few materials left in this treasure house are of amazing value. If it is in a complete state, it is hard to imagine how many spiritual stones the materials stored here will be worth.

Su Jie felt that he had lost a lot because he didn't get a bargain, so he couldn't help but sigh!

After emptying the treasure house and putting everything into the storage bag, Su Jie's consciousness began to spread outward.

Now that the money was in hand, it was time to solve the problem of the Fire Cloud Hall.

In the dim mountain cave, Di Pingqiu fled at a high speed, his figure flickering in the intricate passage.

Behind him, three sky swords were like tracking missiles, the sword energy tore through the air, and the heavy earth and rocks were like tofu in front of them, and they were penetrated in the blink of an eye, constantly approaching Di Pingqiu.

"Ksitigarbha Bone Fire."

Di Pingqiu shouted coldly. As a strong man in the fourth level of the Daotai realm, he also had room to struggle in the face of the Dao Sword Formation.

He opened his mouth and spit out the pale green Ksitigarbha Bone Fire, and the flames roared and crushed like a tidal wave, forming a vast sea of ​​fire, burning the mountain soft, and the surrounding area collapsed on a large scale.

The three Heavenly Swords shuttled through the sea of ​​fire formed by the Ksitigarbha Bone Fire. The Ksitigarbha Bone Fire could melt the bones of a Daotai realm cultivator, but it could not really hurt the three Heavenly Swords.

Because the Heavenly Swords had no entity at all, they were completely formed by the fusion of the light of the stars and the breath of the Dao.

To break this move, you must at least have a little power at the Dao level. The power of heaven is not enough to do it. You can only use the Dharma image, because the Dharma image is also composed of the cultivator's Yuanshen mixed with the breath of the Dao.

Di Pingqiu's face changed slightly, and his body dodged quickly, but he was still a beat late.

The three flying swords that came in a shape of a Chinese character pierced his shoulders, chest and right leg one after another.

Plop!

The broken thigh fell to the ground, and a blood hole as big as a bowl appeared on his chest, which was transparent from front to back, and the incomplete internal organs squirming inside could be clearly seen.

This destruction not only hurt his body, but also the aura of the Great Dao on the Heavenly Sword also acted on his Yuanshen at the same time, which was equivalent to cutting his Yuanshen three times, making him feel so painful that his facial features were distorted because of the pain.

"Asshole, I won't die here."

Di Pingqiu cursed angrily. He looked at the three Heavenly Swords that turned around again, and a cruel look flashed across his face.

He stuffed his palm into the blood hole in his chest, grabbed his heart, and pulled it out fiercely.

With the spurting of blood plasma, the still beating heart was taken out by Di Pingqiu himself.

For ordinary people, this would be courting death.

But this is the Daotai realm, and the self-healing ability of the body is extremely powerful. Although it is not as good as the self-healing degree of those strange magic techniques of the magic cultivators, it is not to the point of death by taking out the heart.

Holding the heart, Di Pingqiu grabbed half of the soul that was cut by the Heavenly Sword and stuffed it into the heart, then infused it with spiritual power, manipulated the Ksitigarbha Bone Fire to transform into a three-legged golden crow, and flew out quickly with the heart in its mouth.

Di Pingqiu himself tried his best to restrain his breath, operated the hidden method, and buried himself in the soil layer of the mountain, burying himself like a corpse.

This process is long, but it is actually just milliseconds.

The three Heavenly Swords that were chasing him spun back and forth in the void, as if hesitating about something, and then moved again, choosing to chase in the direction of Di Pingqiu's heart, and were successfully deceived.

Because there was no precise control by Li Yuze, the twelve Heavenly Swords were all operated by instinct. Di Pingqiu's heart had his essence and soul, which lured the Heavenly Swords to misjudge.

Di Pingqiu closed the Yuanqiao around his body, and his consciousness was completely retracted into his body. He was buried in the soil all the time, and did not dare to show his head easily, so as not to arouse the murderous intentions of the twelve Heavenly Swords.

One minute passed!

Ten minutes passed!

Half an hour passed.

Di Pingqiu finally couldn't hold back any longer. After he felt a little safer, he carefully emerged from the soil and peeked around like a groundhog, taking in the surroundings.

When he saw that the three Heavenly Swords had disappeared, he breathed a sigh of relief, jumped out of the soil, and jumped on his only leg. His face was as pale as a sheet of paper because of the loss of his body and soul. He was extremely weak.

"Li Yuze, don't let me catch you, or I will burn all your bones into bone powder."

Di Pingqiu cursed and hated him.

As the Supreme Elder of the Fire Cloud Hall, his status and strength ranked high in Qingzhou. When had he ever suffered such an injustice? He was forced to burrow into the ground and pretend to be dead in order to survive by a few Heavenly Swords. If he told others about it, he would lose all his demeanor as a powerful person in the Daotai realm.

The only thing that made Di Pingqiu feel a little fortunate was that no one saw this scene, and his reputation could still be preserved.

Just when Di Pingqiu was thinking this, suddenly a sound of footsteps came, and at the same time, there were also teasing and joking voices.

"Hey, isn't this the famous Elder Di of the Fire Cloud Hall? I haven't seen him for a day. How come he has become like this?"

"Who?"

Di Pingqiu's face was furious, and his eyes were cold.

Although he was seriously injured, not everyone could laugh at him. He wanted to let this ignorant guy know the price of teasing him, and at the same time eliminate the witnesses to maintain his strong persona.

But when Di Pingqiu turned his head and saw the face of the visitor, Di Pingqiu's pupils suddenly trembled and exclaimed: "Su Jie, why is it you."

The visitor was a young man in a black robe, with a black and purple centipede wrapped around his shoulder, and a beautiful woman in a blood-red wedding dress followed by his side.

As a close comrade-in-arms who had cooperated with the other party before, how could Di Pingqiu not recognize this big devil Su Jie from Qingzhou?

Su Jie smiled and raised his hand to greet him, "Elder Di, how are you? I heard that your Huoyun Hall was going to attack the Wanjian League, so I came to help.

You Huoyun Hall are really something. Didn't you say that you should take a long-term plan to attack the Wanjian League and Guanchao Pavilion? Why did you suddenly attack the Wanjian League as soon as I left? Don't you want to distribute the spoils to me and fool me away? You Huoyun Hall is really not nice to do this!"

As he spoke, Su Jie walked towards Di Pingqiu.

Hearing this, Di Pingqiu always felt that something was wrong, and he couldn't help but say, "Elder Su, you misunderstood. We didn't want to act so hastily, but we suddenly heard that the Wanjian League was going to fight with the Guanchao Pavilion. In order to prevent them from joining forces, we had to act in advance. Because it happened suddenly, we didn't have time to notify you."

In his heart, Di Pingqiu sneered, thinking that Su Jie appeared here and wanted to get a share of the spoils of the Wanjian League.

He decided to meet up with the leader Chu Yangang later, first kill Li Yuze, then kill Su Jie, the devil, and use his head to wash away the stain of cooperation with the devil on Huoyun Hall.

At the same time, he could kill people to silence them, so that Su Jie would not go out and talk nonsense and tell the world about his embarrassing appearance.

"Is that so? It seems that I misunderstood you."

Su Jie nodded, and the distance between him and Di Pingqiu was getting closer and closer.

When the two sides were less than ten feet apart, Di Pingqiu saw a fierce look flashing in Su Jie's eyes.

No, Di Pingqiu's face changed suddenly, and he saw Su Jie suddenly move.

His right hand stretched out like a dragon, and Su Jie's palm grabbed Di Pingqiu's head. His five fingers were like dragon claws, as strong as steel. Not to mention a human head, even a solid alloy steel ball would be crushed by Su Jie's claws.

Di Pingqiu is worthy of being a strong man in Huoyun Hall. At the critical moment, his neck suddenly became as soft as a snake, and his neck stretched inch by inch, and his head avoided Su Jie's big hand.

Tear!

Flesh and bones separated, Su Jie's claws touched Di Pingqiu's shoulders, tearing off his left shoulder and arm, blood splattered on Su Jie's face, making Su Jie look even more cruel.

"Hey, you are quite vigilant!"

Su Jie threw away the broken arm in his hand and said with a regretful tone, regretting that he did not crush Di Pingqiu's head with one claw.

On the other side, Di Pingqiu was shocked and angry.

"Su Jie, you are crazy, we are partners, you dare to attack me, do you want to be an enemy of our Huoyun Palace?"

Di Pingqiu only had one hand and one foot left at this time, looking at Su Jie with his eyes spitting fire, and a trace of fear that could not be concealed.

"Hehehe! Partners or something, please, I'm a demon cultivator, are you honest with me?"

Su Jie seemed to have heard a joke, grinning: "As for being enemies with the Fire Cloud Palace, if I kill you, what energy do you have left to trouble me? Think about how to protect yourself first."

As soon as the voice fell, the Thousand-Handed Centipede wrapped around Su Jie's shoulder opened its mouth.

Countless pale corpse hands emerged from the void, covering every inch of the surrounding space, making people feel intensive phobia at a glance, forming a dense ocean of corpse hands, heading towards Di Pingqiu.

Ksitigarbha Bone Fire!

Di Pingqiu used all his strength to activate the Ksitigarbha Bone Fire, but he lost a hand and a leg, lost his heart, and his internal organs were severely broken. In addition, he lost half of his soul, so his strength was greatly reduced, which made the power of the Ksitigarbha Bone Fire weakened too much.

The Ksitigarbha Bone Fire could not stop the approach of many pale corpse hands at all, and the pale corpse hands burned were not as many as the new ones.

Pale corpse hands clung to Di Pingqiu's body. These pale corpse hands were incredibly powerful, with fangs and a single eye growing from their palms. They bit his flesh and released radiation to melt his flesh.

"Su Jie, you will not die well."

Di Pingqiu screamed in agony. He knew that he would not be spared today. His anger towards Su Jie had broken through the sky, and he was also very sad.

If he was in his prime, how could he not be able to deal with this little corpse hand? But he was seriously injured by the Great Dao Sword Formation first, and now he couldn't even withstand the small tricks of the Thousand-Handed Centipede.

"Tsk tsk, when we first met, you were not like this when you were acting crazy and stupid! You've broken your defense!"

Su Jie shook his head and laughed, patting the head of the Thousand-Handed Centipede: "Xiao Qian, this guy is in your hands. Let him feel the pain."

Zizi!

The Thousand-Handed Centipede climbed down from Su Jie's shoulder, and its six pairs of wings vibrated. Its body remained several feet in size, and the pale corpse hands around it automatically separated a passage.

Whispering, the Thousand-Handed Centipede came in front of Di Pingqiu who was still cursing. Its cold insect eyes were emotionless, and its body was like a giant python, wrapping around Di Pingqiu, constantly restraining and shrinking his body.

There were also tiny centipedes that fell from the Thousand-Handed Centipede and began to drill into Di Pingqiu's mouth and nose, entering his body to bite his internal organs and flesh.

Di Pingqiu's body was constantly compressed, and he could feel his bones breaking one by one. His body was being eaten by many small centipedes. He clearly felt the taste of death coming, and the pain of being bitten by thousands of insects, which made him terrified and struggled with all his strength.

Clusters of Ksitigarbha bone fire drilled out of Di Pingqiu's skin and flesh, but the Thousand-Handed Centipede did not let go at all.

Its body had already shown the characteristics of a chaotic creature of the Great Dao, turning into water, flames, gold and iron, and had extremely high resistance to various things.

How could the dying Di Pingqiu be hurt by that level of Ksitigarbha bone fire?

After the Thousand-Handed Centipede had enough fun, the pale corpse hands on both sides of its body pinched Di Pingqiu's body and exerted force suddenly.

A bloody rain fell from the sky, and Di Pingqiu's body was torn into pieces of meat and broken bones, as if he was stuffed into a meat grinder, and he died in this way.

Han Ruyan, who was beside Su Jie, took out the Ten Thousand Souls Banner and waved it gently. Di Pingqiu's broken soul was taken into the soul banner and successfully moved into the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

And the blood that Di Pingqiu dripped to the ground, like a swimming tadpole, constantly gathered towards Su Jie and got under Su Jie's wide black robe.

The Thousand Hands Centipede held Di Pingqiu's storage bag in its mouth, came to Su Jie excitedly, and handed it to Su Jie like a treasure.

Di Pingqiu, a fourth-level Taoist master of the Fire Cloud Hall, fell into Su Jie's hands. His soul was taken, his blood was taken, and his property was looted. It can be said that he was eaten up.

"So good."

Su Jie touched the head of the Thousand Hands Centipede, and then his consciousness swept over the storage bag.

"Tsk, it's worth at least 30 million spirit stones, this old guy has made a lot of money!"

Su Jie smiled happily when he saw this. It was obvious that he was very satisfied with the harvest in Di Pingqiu's storage bag. It was worth his hard work and adventure.

After putting away the storage bag, Su Jie held the Thousand-Handed Centipede, cleaned up the battlefield, and then continued to set off to find the next target. (End of this chapter)