Chapter 350 Damn It, Enemies Are Everywhere!

Danzhou City.

An antique mansion.

Inside the room, a young man wearing a yellow scarf sat in the center, closing his eyes and meditating.

There was no unnecessary noise in the lobby.

"Report..."

At this moment, a rush of footsteps broke the silence in the room.

An ordinary member of the congregation hurriedly walked in and said with a solemn expression: "Sir, the situation outside has changed."

As the emissary of Huang Tian Sect, Shen Xiaohu gently raised his hand upon hearing this, indicating for the other party to continue.

His voice was low and magnetic: "Speak."

The young emissary hurriedly reported: "Your Majesty the emissary, due to the battle of chance for the ancient ruins that just appeared outside Danzhou City, we, the Huangtian Sect, suffered heavy losses. Many brothers and sisters fell into the sand. And the martial arts masters from the Jingluan Hui also The same is true now, everyone is gathering around the ruins.”

Shen Xiaohu's slightly squinted eyes slowly opened: "What's the current situation of the ancient ruins?"

The ordinary member of the Huangtian Sect hurriedly replied: "It has disappeared."

"So fast!"

Shen Xiaohu's face was surprised. He seemed to have thought of something, and a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth and said: "That's fine, they are all gathered together. This is a God-given opportunity."

He stopped his hand and stood up slowly, his clothes flowing.

Shen Xiaohu took two steps forward and quickly gave instructions to the church members in front of him: "Give the order, secretly mobilize people, and set up the 'Nine Heavens Killing Formation'. It's time for those lackeys of the imperial court to see the power of my Huangtian Sect. Don’t think that you can sit back and relax by occupying the world’s military power!”

"Yes, Master Envoy!" Upon hearing this, the disciples under his command had a flash of fanaticism in their eyes.

He bowed to accept the order, opened his hands, and said piously to the sky: "The yellow sky is above, and the thick soil is below."

Shen Xiaohu also made the same move: "The yellow sky is above, the thick soil is below! Huang Tian bless us, everything goes well!"

The followers turned around and left with firm steps.

Shen Xiaohu couldn't help but show a bit of joy on his face.

Huang Tianjiao is good at talismans and formations, and he has found a new way and a unique path in the world of Zhou where martial arts is respected.

After so many years of development, it has gradually developed into a huge force that can rival the Great Zhou Ji family.

And he has already established a firm foothold in Huangtian Sect.

Because of this, Shangfeng Qushuai gave him a set of killing formations called the 'Nine Heavens Killing Formation'.

With this formation, it is easy to kill tens of thousands of martial arts masters.

Another great achievement.

His luck is so good.

A flash of excitement flashed across Shen Xiaohu's face, and he walked quickly outside the house, preparing to preside over the formation.

…

at the same time.

Where the ancient ruins were revealed, countless martial artists and Huangtian Sect saints mingled together.

The Huangtian Sect originally had a strength of 40,000 to 50,000 people, but now after the fighting between each other on the road, and the changes that happened behind the ruins, not even half of them are left.

Looking around, the number of martial arts masters participating in the Jingluan Conference is estimated to be less than ten thousand.

Most died in the ruins.

At this time, even the dead body could not be found. The surviving Jingluanhui martial artists were no longer as crazy as before, and had regained a lot of their sense. They gathered around the children of various aristocratic families, relied on each other, and stopped fighting.

At the same time, the followers of Huangtian Sect quickly searched for their lost teams and found their leaders.

A clear boundary was naturally drawn between them and the Jingluanhui martial arts masters, forming two camps, which became distinct.

Shen Qing walked forward silently, keeping a low profile and showing no sign of wanting to conflict with others.

He took two steps forward and suddenly stopped.

With the blessing of [Hunting Scripture], he had sharp eyes and spotted two familiar figures not far ahead - Xie Rui and Li Wenze.

The two of them looked pale at the moment, and their breaths became a little disordered. They stood together with the still alive soldiers of the supervising team.

When Shen Qing looked at them, the two noticed his gaze, turned their heads and looked over, their eyes intersecting with each other.

Xie Rui and Li Wenze were slightly startled.

After so many people died, and the two of them were chasing him, Shen Qing appeared in front of them alive and well, which surprised them.

They couldn't figure out why this man was so difficult to kill.

But then, their eyes inadvertently fell on the shimmering saber in Shen Qing's hand, and their expressions changed slightly.

Having collected the treasures from the ruins, they recognized the style of this knife. It was clearly the treasure from the ruins!

Why!

Why is he so lucky?

We destroyed two priceless weapons and magic weapons one after another and gained nothing?

How could he obtain a magic weapon from the ruins with his level of cultivation?

This is a remnant from ancient times, something that can only be encountered but not sought.

Gradually, the confusion on the faces of Xie Rui and Li Wenze gradually turned into anger and jealousy...

Xie Rui stepped forward, pointed at Shen Qing, and shouted: "Look, this man is holding the treasure in the ruins! He has the remains of the ruins in his hand!"

His voice was slightly shrill with excitement, drowning out the noise around him.

As soon as these words came out, it was like a huge stone thrown into the calm lake, causing waves.

The crowd all cast their gazes towards Shen Qing's position, and their eyes burned brightly when they saw the saber in his hand.

"Whoever sees it has a share, keep the treasure, otherwise you will never leave alive today!"

Instantly, the emotions of the martial artists of the Jingluan Society and the believers of the Huangtian Sect were ignited by an invisible force, intertwined together, and turned into a surging torrent, rushing towards Shen Qing.

The air was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder.

The martial artist closest to Shen Qing had bloodshot eyes and flew towards Shen Qing.

He stretched out his claws like a cheetah hunting, trying to grab the saber on Shen Qing's waist.

Shen Qing's eyes were as calm as water, without any retreat, but a sense of indomitable spirit surged in his chest.

He swung the knife, and thunder and bright lightning appeared in the air.

Boom!

In a sharp wind, a blood flower spread out in the air like a rose, gorgeously and cruelly.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

The martial artist who tried to get close to him was now split in two and fell in a pool of blood.

Facing the overwhelming number of martial artists rushing towards him, Shen Qing shouted with a knife in hand: "Come on if you are not afraid of death!"

At this moment, he looked around and saw that he was surrounded by enemies.