Chapter 499

"The strange fog lasted for six years before it dissipated."

"I have been searching for a long time and finally found the ruins of Tianxing Palace."

"After using the token on Tiejun's body to open the ruins, it took nearly a year of hard work to finally find the inheritance statue!"

Song Tingfeng laughed loudly and looked cheerful.

"Seriously, your hard work pays off!"

Zhao Haijian, the god-forming elder of the Qizhenbao Alliance, smiled and nodded, "It is indeed God's mercy."

"I have long heard that the Baji Temple is passed down through statues. If this statue is moved back to the sect, a large number of body refiners will surely be created in the future!"

He looked at Song Tingfeng and said with a smile, "Elder Song's loss of the Nine Yang Cauldron can naturally be covered up."

Hearing this, Song Tingfeng also looked a little embarrassed.

The Nine-Yang Cauldron and the Nine-Yang Golden Flame have been a pain in his heart for so many years.

Since the disappearance of the Jiuyang Cauldron, his status in the Qizhenbao League has plummeted.

Even the matters in the eastern part of the Broken Star Sea are no longer left to him.

Even the Ji family of Ziyan Island came to trouble them once.

However, the Ji family couldn't find any evidence. Since he was the elder of the Qizhenbao Alliance, they had no choice but to leave.

Song Tingfeng was unwilling to bow to fate and had been practicing quietly on Jinlei Island, waiting for the strange fog to dissipate.

Now he finally got his chance.

In order to successfully obtain this treasure, he invited his friend, Zhao Haijian, a powerful body refiner at the 41st level of body refinement.

He also called his nephew Song Ruzhen.

After so much effort, he found the important treasure of Tianxing Palace!

As long as he brings this thing back, he can get back everything he lost in the past!

How can the mere Nine-Yang Cauldron and Nine-Yang Golden Flame compare with the inheritance of such ancient sects!

Just when Song Tingfeng took out the jade slip of divine knowledge that he had prepared long ago, he was about to burn it with a special method.

He suddenly felt a strange fragrance coming from the tip of his nose.

He was stunned for a moment, then immediately held his breath and shouted, "It's poisonous! Hold your breath!"

However, his speed was still slower.

Just after inhaling a little fragrance, he felt weak all over and could not hold the jade slip in his hand.

Even the spiritual power in the body became sluggish.

In the end, it couldn't be activated.

It's like being stripped of control over spiritual power.

His expression changed drastically, and he subconsciously looked at the people around him.

I found that both Wang Tiancheng and Song Ruzhen were like this.

As for their men, they fell to the ground amidst continuous popping sounds, bleeding from all their orifices, and died with their eyes open.

"Zhao Haijian! Did you poison us?! I'm in vain for trusting you so much!"

Song Tingfeng roared.

Zhao Haijian chuckled, "Elder Song, since you invited me here, you should have thought of the consequences."

"This is the inheritance of an ancient sect, who wouldn't be tempted?"

"I know you called your own nephew here just to check and balance me."

"It's a pity that his brain is not very bright and he has been poisoned by me a long time ago."

"As for these body refiners, their bodies are quite strong. I spent a lot of time preparing a poison that can poison them."

Zhao Hai sword monster smiled and put his hands behind his back, like a winner.

Song Tingfeng took a deep breath and said solemnly, "Zhao Haijian, do you really think you will win?"

"Do you think I have no other options?"

Zhao Haijian smiled slightly and said, "If you have any other trump cards, you might as well take them out now and let me appreciate them."

Song Tingfeng stood up suddenly, "Wang Tiancheng, do it!"

He flipped his palm, and an awl spiritual weapon appeared in it and stabbed Zhao Haijian in the chest.

Wang Tiancheng also suddenly became violent.

Neither of them was poisoned.

Song Ruzhen looked shocked.

ah.

You have already guessed that Zhao Haijian might take action on this level, why didn't you tell me!

Facing the two men who suddenly came to kill him, Zhao Haijian stood motionless.

He even had his hands behind his back.

The next moment.

Just hear a puff.

The hard fist pierced the chest.

Song Tingfeng's movements froze.

He lowered his head.

He suddenly discovered that his chest had been pierced by Wang Tiancheng's fist.

He turned around with difficulty.

All he saw was Wang Tiancheng's cold face.

"I'm sorry, Elder Song."

"The monster meat you gave us is no longer enough for cultivation. Elder Zhao and I are gone."

Wang Tiancheng's voice fell, and he punched again, hitting his head directly.

Song Tingfeng, the god-transforming elder of the Qizhenbao Alliance and a third-level god-transforming monk.

He was killed so easily.

Song Ruzhen looked at the fallen headless body, her eyes almost splitting.

He wanted to get up.

Wang Tiancheng stepped forward and crushed his head.

After doing this, he wiped his hands and stood aside.

Zhao Haijian nodded with satisfaction, "Wang Tiancheng, you made the right choice."

"Whatever Song Tingfeng can give you, I can give you too."

"What Song Tingfeng can't give you, I can still give you!"

"Following Song Tingfeng, who has fallen long ago, there is no future."

"But follow me and your future will be bright."

Wang Tiancheng knelt down on one knee, "Wang is willing to be driven by Elder Zhao in this life, and will go through fire and water, even to death!"

"If there is any betrayal, I will be struck by five thunders!"

Zhao Haijian smiled even more satisfied.

He patted Wang Tiancheng on the shoulder, picked up the jade slip of divine consciousness, came to the statue of Han Tianxing, and was about to burn it.

At this time, suddenly there was a breath falling from the sky.

Zhao Haijian's face suddenly changed, and he immediately used a defensive spiritual weapon to block his side.

Wang Tiancheng also noticed something strange and turned around immediately.

Both of them saw a figure slowly approaching.

This person was tall and straight, dressed in black, and exuded an aura that no one could get close to.

Zhao Haijian looked at Wang Tiancheng, "Your people?"

Wang Tiancheng shook his head.

However, he stared at the face of the person who came for a few times, and the more he looked, the more familiar he felt.

Who is it?

Why do I feel like I have seen him before.

"Chief Wang, long time no see."

Chu Xuan smiled when he saw Wang Tiancheng.

Wang Tiancheng almost jumped up when he heard this familiar voice.

He Liang!

Alchemist He Liang!

It was the alchemist He Liang who stole the Nine Sun Cauldron and the Nine Sun Golden Flame!

This person was shrouded in strange fog, but he is still alive now!

And...

The aura is extremely terrifying!

Far beyond seven years ago!

Zhao Haijian noticed Wang Tiancheng's strangeness and frowned, "Do you know him?"

Wang Tiancheng's face was solemn, "He is the one who stole the Nine Yang Ding."

"Seven years ago, he was trapped in the strange fog, and I thought he was dead."

"I didn't expect..."

Zhao Haijian looked at Chu Xuan and his face changed.

To survive the strange fog, either you are very lucky or very powerful.

The aura of the man in front of him is extremely terrifying.

It is obviously the latter.

Zhao Haijian's face changed several times, and finally smiled, "I didn't expect that fellow Daoist He is also in Tianxing Hall."

"In this case, whoever sees it will have a share, let's cooperate."

"I am Zhao Haijian, the elder of the Qizhenbao League."

"This Tianxing Hall's inheritance statue is of great use to me. Whatever fellow Daoist wants, I will give it to you. There is no need to fight and kill."

Chu Xuan looked Zhao Haijian up and down, "Is this the reason why you gave me six kinds of poison powder?"