Nine Underworlds came out in full force and set up an inescapable net just to kill Wuxu.
Wuxu was only a Yuanying cultivator. Even with all his treasures, there was no way he could defend against 20 Yuanying cultivators and countless Golden Core cultivators.
Although Wuxu knew that he had no chance of winning, he did not lose his fighting spirit. Instead, he exploded with a fighting spirit that was far stronger than before.
This was the most serious battle he had ever fought in his life.
Even a trapped beast would put up a fight, let alone a human.
He was a Divine General of Tiandu and the only son of Yuhuan Tianzun.
He represented Tiandu, so even though he knew that he would die …
He had to die with dignity!
Therefore, Wuxu decided to burn his Yuanying.
He did not want to run anymore.
The scenery at the North Pole was not bad.
It would be one of the happiest things in his life to be able to sleep here.
After Wuxu let out a long roar, his body began to burn like firewood.
At that moment …
Blood dyed the sky red.
The sound of spells exploding could be heard continuously. It was as if the spell was playing a requiem for this arrogant and slightly neurotic man.
The burning of Yuanying would not last for long. Therefore, the battle quickly came to an end.
This was a battle that seemed short, but was actually extremely tragic.
Wuxu thought that killing one was enough, and killing two was worth it.
When he was about to die, he actually used a secret technique to detonate the yellow flag and white bone soul summoning flag in his hands …
The two ninth-grade spirit treasures exploded at the same time, destroying the souls of the three Yuanying stage cultivators closest to him on the spot. At the same time, the Yin and Yang Six Directions Formation was successfully shattered, causing the spiritual energy to dissipate, which successfully attracted Chen Xi's attention.
As for Wuxu himself …
Of course, he was also turned into a wisp of smoke in the explosion.
From now on, there would be no more Divine General named 'Wuxu' in this world.
"Reporting to You Zun, Wuxu's Sumeru Mustard Seed Bag has been found. The formation imprint has been destroyed according to your orders. Please give us the order."
"Very good, let's retreat. It's time for our old friend to take the stage …"
The Nine Serenities had lost three Yuanying in this battle, but Jiang Yan did not seem to feel the slightest bit of heartache. Instead, he calmly ordered his men to clean up the battlefield as quickly as possible.
He knew that Chen Xi would come, so he had to hide everything before Chen Xi arrived.
Otherwise, where would he find such a good scapegoat?
After receiving Jiang Yan's order, the generals of the Nine Serenities did not even bother to clean up the battlefield. They quietly retreated like a receding tide, leaving behind only the messy aftermath of the battle.
…
Chen Xi rushed to the Arctic Circle as fast as he could.
His intuition told him that this True Essence fluctuation was not simple.
But unfortunately …
Chen Xi was like the police in the movies. He was always the last to arrive.
By the time he arrived at the scene of the incident with Bai Hong, everything had disappeared. All that was left was a shattered ice field that seemed to have experienced a carpet bombing.
Some broken spell imprints were vaguely left in the air.
Chen Xi silently sensed them. He felt that these spells were familiar, but he could not tell where he had seen them before.
It was very strange.
It was a bit like the Jiang family's True Six Trigrams Spell, but it was much more exquisite. It was far beyond the level of the Jiang family.
Chen Xi knew the ins and outs of Dai Yu Island very well, so he did not even think about Jiang Yan.
Therefore, he could not even figure out what had happened here.
Who was fighting?
What level of battle was it?
Judging from the True Essence fluctuation that he had sensed earlier, the level of this battle was far beyond Chen Xi's imagination.
The Battle of the Yuanying?
When did Earth become so terrifying?
Chen Xi silently sensed the spell imprints in the air, trying to find some clues from them.
Bai Hong, on the other hand, began a carpet search in the snow.
Finally.
Under a pile of soft snow, Bai Hong successfully found a tattered piece of cloth about the size of a fingernail.
This rag was yellow with golden threads embroidered on it. It was obviously not an ordinary item.
Bai Hong picked up the tattered piece of cloth and carefully rubbed it in her hand.
Immediately after, he seemed to have suddenly thought of something, and even his pupils couldn't help but dilate a lot.
"This is …"
"The Wuji Apricot Yellow Flag?"
Bai Hong did not dare to believe his guess.
He tried to sense some spiritual energy from it, but this rag was no different from an ordinary tablecloth. Other than the brighter color, there was nothing special about it.
Under normal circumstances, magic treasures could be recycled and reused. For example, Chen Xi had recycled Qing Luan's spear.
But if this magic treasure was a natal magic treasure, and its owner used a secret technique to detonate it …
This magic treasure would be completely destroyed. Even if it was picked up, it would take up too much space.
In an instant, Bai Hong's mind went blank.
After staring blankly for a long while, he began to search in the snow as if he had gone mad.
Chen Xi noticed his abnormal behavior, so he stopped what he was doing and used his divine sense to help Bai Hong search.
This search was incredible.
After Chen Xi picked up a palm-sized rag from the snow, Bai Hong was stunned.
"It's Wuxu …"
"It's really him …"
Hearing this, even Chen Xi couldn't help but be stunned.
Wuxu?
This guy was covered with high-level magic treasures to defend himself, and he had the blood escape technique to save his life. Even he was not 100% sure that he could kill Wuxu, who on earth could do it?
…
At the same time.
The great world.
Tiandu.
Heavenly Venerable Yuhuan was currently standing in a pavilion filled with candlelight.
Next to each candle was a small wooden tablet with different names written on it. It looked like a memorial tablet in the ancestral hall.
Yuhuan Tianzun picked up one of the wooden tablets with trembling hands. The wooden tablet had the words' Wuxu 'written on it.
He seemed to be a little unable to believe what he saw.
So after picking up the wooden tablet and carefully touching it, Yuhuan Tianzun picked up the candle next to it.
The other candles were still burning well, but this one was extinguished.
"Wuxu …"
"My son …"
"Can you tell father …"
"What did you encounter in the lower realm?"
This was the Heart Fire Lamp. Every day, when a newborn was born, the heart fire would be used as a lamp.
The Heart Fire Lamp could not be extinguished.
Once it was extinguished, it meant that the owner of the lamp was dead.
And this was the so-called — —
When the person died, the lamp went out.
Although Yuhuan Tianzun was the Supreme of Tiandu, after seeing Wuxu's Heart Fire Lamp go out, he couldn't help but shed two lines of hot tears.
But a Celestial Lord was a Celestial Lord after all.
Even if the grief in his heart was extreme, he had to wait until this grief subsided before he stepped out of the attic again.
"Pass down my orders!"
"Order the five divine generals to return immediately and take the Heaven-Bearing Efficacious Floating Mirror …"
"Build the soul bridge, open the gate of heaven …"
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