The sky above Hong Ru's face was completely shattered.
That bolt of red lightning tore through the sky.
Hong Ru loosened his grip on the Crimson Tail Illusionary Eye, and the lightning struck the snake's weak spot!
"Bam!"
The Crimson Tail Illusionary Eye shuddered as it spun in the air in pain. Its weak spot exploded, and golden blood and flesh flew everywhere.
Hong Ru bared his fangs, and red lightning gathered in between his eyebrows again. It was like a fist-sized whirlpool, constantly emitting waves of lightning.
At this moment, Jiazi's voice rang out, "This thing's weak spot has been blown up. Even if it doesn't die, it won't be able to recover in a short period of time. Why don't you keep it in my gourd? I might be able to tame it. "
Yang Qingxuan frowned, and the lightning in between his eyebrows dissipated. He then transformed back into Yang Qingxuan's true form, and took out the Crimson Tail Illusionary Eye into his gourd.
Jiazi said, "The peak of the Emperor celestial realm is already the racial limit of the Crimson Tail Illusionary Eye. It has been stuck in this realm for god knows how long. If it wants to improve further, it will have to be reborn and transform into a dragon. But that's easier said than done, unless it has a great opportunity or a heaven-defying treasure to help it. "
Yang Qingxuan said, "Let's keep it first. If we can tame it, we'll see if we can help it in the future. If we can't tame it, we'll drink its blood and eat its flesh. This snake is a great supplement, and can help me break through to the Dao realm. "
The Crimson Tail Illusionary Eye seemed to be able to hear their conversation. It shuddered violently in the gourd, and its body curled up tightly. Its aura was extremely weak.
Yang Qingxuan turned into a ray of light and flew back to the destroyed mountain. He saw a few figures collecting the 10,000-year Spirit Milk.
They were the ones who were hiding in the distance. After seeing Yang Qingxuan kill Senior Brother Yao and the other two and chase after the Crimson Tail Illusionary Eye, they immediately ran out to take advantage of the situation.
At this moment, seeing Yang Qingxuan return, one of them screamed and ran away in fear. He threw away the jade bottle that contained the ten thousand years old Spirit Milk and directly threw it on the ground.
The others also looked as if they had seen a ghost. They screamed and fled, pushing their speed to the limit.
One of them even bit his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood essence. He used a secret technique to activate his blood technique and turned into a streak of red light.
In an instant, he ran out of sight.
Yang Qingxuan had an innocent look on his face.
He took out the Profound Universe Gourd and began to collect the spiritual milk.
The Profound Universe Gourd was also a half-step Saint tool. It was an extremely practical Spatial Origin Tool. It didn't take long for it to collect all the remaining 10,000-year Spiritual Milk.
Previously, those people had fought too fiercely, so the Spiritual Milk had been damaged quite badly. However, most of it was still preserved.
After Yang Qingxuan finished collecting, he turned around and fled into the distance.
…
Outside Judgement Valley, there was a group of warriors gathered. There were hundreds of them, and they were all nervously looking at a huge golden ball of light.
The ball of light was brilliant and resplendent. It was made up of countless floating names and had a diameter of about thirty meters.
Those names rolled within the sphere, causing the sphere to shine as brightly as the sun.
Above the sphere of light, names kept floating up from below. Then, they became bigger, fainter, and finally disappeared in the sky.
These names that floated up were eliminated.
They either activated the yellow talisman teleportation or died directly.
Those hundreds of warriors were all representatives of various sects and families. They looked at the sphere of light from time to time, each with their own thoughts and expressions.
Suddenly, three names emerged from the sphere of light. "Yao Xiuwei", "Xu Wenwei", and "Diu Suan".
"Ah! — — "
A middle-aged man stared at the sphere of light with bloodshot eyes and a ferocious expression. He roared, "Who is it?! Who killed the disciples of my Divine Bow Sect! "
So far, only one day had passed in the mixed competition. His Divine Bow Sect's nine participating disciples had been completely annihilated. Moreover, none of them had escaped. They had all been killed!
The middle-aged man was flustered and exasperated. Vital Essence flowed unstably in his body. The phantom of a golden longbow was fluctuating on his body, emitting a terrifying aura.
Some of the surrounding warriors all moved away, leaving an empty area to avoid accidentally getting into trouble.
"Haha, those nine dregs of the Divine Bow Sect. If they hadn't paid enough money, how could they be qualified to participate? It's expected that they would be annihilated. It's reasonable. "Another man with a scar on his face sneered.
There was an extremely deep and terrifying scar on the man's face, from his eyebrows to his chin.
His face was filled with ridicule and gloating, causing the scar to split open, making it even more bizarre and ugly.
"Xing Feng, it's you. It must be your Saber Spirit Sect's disciple who did it!"
The middle-aged man roared. The golden longbow on his body materialized. He took it down on the spot and nocked an arrow at the scar-faced man. He was filled with anger.
On the golden arrow, circles of ripples spread out, and its power increased exponentially!
"Impudent!"
Suddenly, a cold voice rang out.
Behind the middle-aged man, a figure had appeared out of nowhere. It was the man from Star Palace who was hosting the competition.
The middle-aged man from the Divine Bow Sect was shocked. Without waiting for him to explain, the man from Star Palace reached out and slapped out.
"Bang!"
The middle-aged man from the Divine Bow Sect cried out as his body was sent flying. He went straight into the huge teleportation array and disappeared in a flash.
"Noisy!"
The man from Star Palace snorted coldly. He swept his gaze across the crowd and said, "I told you not to watch, but you insisted on coming. I can't stand a few people dying. You're giving me trouble for no reason. Whoever causes trouble again will not be sent away, but sent to the King of Hell. "
Hundreds of martial artists kept quiet out of fear, not daring to make a sound.
Many people revealed gloating smiles. Xing Feng from the Saber Spirit Sect even grinned and chuckled.
After the man from Star Palace warned everyone, he glanced at the huge ball of light. His pupils constricted as he muttered to himself, "Twenty-two thousand people. How long will this competition take? Why don't we throw some treasures in now and let them kill each other? "
The man's lips curled into a mocking sneer.
…
In a barren land in Judgment Valley.
The ground was charred black and cracked. Lava spurted out from time to time, and the air was filled with a pungent smell.
A group of strange-looking monsters surrounded two girls.
Upon closer inspection, these monsters had green faces and sharp fangs. Their bodies were incomplete. Apart from being able to tell at a glance that they were Yao, the only thing they had in common was that they were rotten.
The monsters' skin and flesh were torn open, revealing their white bones. The rotten skin and flesh hung on the white bones, and the wind blew through the rotten flesh and bones, producing buzzing sounds.
These Yao were already dead, but they could still move. There were more than a hundred of them. Moreover, as they roared, their empty eye sockets lit up with red light. Their auras rose, looking terrifying.
The two girls who were surrounded had already turned pale. Their eyes were filled with fear.
These monsters were the dead who were buried here after the war between the Yao and Yaksha races. Their corpses were rotten but did not decompose. With the corrosion of the Yin Qi, they turned into monsters.
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