"Step down." The game between Wu Xian and Temple Master Kan Ming had ended.
Wu Xian got up and knocked the magic staff in his hand on the ground. Layers of invisible waves spread and erased all the traces of the battle on the ground. The black jade platform was restored. Its bright surface seemed to be able to reflect one's heart, possessing a different kind of magic and mystery.
"Yin Ming School is, after all, a disciple of the Deva," Wu Xian said. "Three battles, two wins and one loss. Old friend, our Sacred Dark Sect admits defeat."
Wu Xian won?
Grandmaster lost?
Ji Feichen and Temple Master Feng Shan looked surprised and turned to look at Temple Master Kan Ming.
The temple master still looked indifferent, sitting on the stone bench with a smile on his face.
"Is it on purpose?" Ji Feichen suddenly said, "Is it to save some face for the Sacred Dark Sect?" With Ji Feichen and Temple Master Feng Shan winning, it was a foregone conclusion that Yin Ming School would occupy this peak. Therefore, no one could say anything when Temple Master Kan Ming took a step back.
Temple Master Kan Ming said modestly, "My old friend's witchcraft incantations are getting more and more profound. If I had taken a few more steps, the 136 incantations in my body would have erupted and evolved into 3,600 variations, and I would have died without a doubt. "
It was as if he was not talking about his own death as he praised Wu Xian. Then, he said to Temple Master Feng Shan, "Return the people to them. Feichen, plant the flag and we will leave. "
Temple Master Kan Ming deliberately admitted defeat. Ji Feichen thought that Temple Master Feng Shan would take this opportunity to mock him. However, he did not say anything in the end and obediently returned the ghost and deity.
After all, Temple Master Feng Shan knew that the witchcraft of the Sacred Dark Sect was not easy to deal with. If he were to face Wu Xian, he would probably lose.
The gourd scattered into yellow sand. Wu Xian used his walking stick to send the ghost and deity into the netherworld. Then, he said to Ji Feichen, "Young friend, I see that you are fated with the Sacred Dark Sect. Are you interested in chatting with me?"
Looking for me? Ji Feichen was shocked and looked at Temple Master Kan Ming.
"Don't look at me. You've heard what I said. If you have time later, why don't you come to Sacred Dark Sect and sit with my old friend for a while? "Then, Hall Master Kan Ming asked Ji Feichen to put down the flag and invite the people of Sacred Dark Sect to leave this mountain.
Wu Xian cast a spell and uprooted the black jade demonic platform from the ground. The many fiendish cultivators stood on the jade platform and floated into the clouds, disappearing.
As they were leaving, someone asked Wu Xian, "Grand Elder, what do you think that kid's Darksky power is?"
"Black Sky is favored, but it is not a gift from the heavens. Instead, like his Ancestral Master, he obtained Erebus's blessing by chance. "Wu Xian's tone was calm." However, obtaining it is obtaining it. He has the qualifications to become a Holy Son. The only worry is that he has the blood oath of the Yin Ming School, so it will be very difficult for him to join our Sacred Black Sect. I'll go back and take a look. If there's a chance, I might be able to rope him in. "In the end, Wu Xian's voice became softer and softer. His will communicated with the Netherworld as if he was investigating something.
After all, a person's soul would enter the netherworld after death. If that person hadn't reincarnated, wouldn't it be possible to summon him for questioning? In fact, it could even bring someone back from the dead under the hands of the Sacred Black Sect's experts.
…
After they left, Hall Master Feng Shan looked at Ji Feichen and questioned, "Kid, what's up with the Darksky power in your body?"
"This …" Ji Feichen looked hesitant as if he was considering whether to tell the truth. Actually, if he told the truth about Peng Shaoyu, it shouldn't be harmful to him, right? After all, it was a few years ago, and it was an experience of a Demon Sect disciple.
However, he was unwilling to spread the news about Peng Shaoyu.
"It's just the Darksky power." Hall Master Kan Ming helped him out. The elder said disapprovingly, "I also have it. As long as I capture a few Darksky dependents who possess the Darksky power, then force them to transfer the Divine Seal to me. This way, I can avoid the Sacred Black Sect's curse attacks. It's just that it can't defend against spells that are too powerful, so it's not very useful. "
However, Ji Feichen's Darksky Demonic Seal came from Peng Shaoyu. It was a peerless genius that appeared once in a thousand years, and it was given to Ji Feichen willingly. It could nullify most of the Sacred Black Sect's attacks below the level of Ground Fairies. Even those curses that used Darksky as a source of power would not be effective.
At this time, the Yin Ming School's seal appeared from the mountain peak, resonating with the light emblems in the distance.
Hall Master Feng Shan looked at it and said, "Brilliant Sun Sect, Toad Palace, White Lotus Pure Sect, Six Armed Divine Sect, Sky Heart Spirit Sect, and Sacred Black Sect. The remaining ones are the East and West Sects, and Blood Sea Sacred Ground. "
"Blood Sea will be dealt with by the sect master, let's go — —"
"Heaven Sea Sect admits defeat!" A ray of water shot into the sky from the Eastern Demon Sect's direction. Then, a Yin Ming School's seal landed.
"Old Green and the others aren't slow either. Alright, let's go to the west! "
Thus, the two Hall Masters brought Ji Feichen to the Western Barbarian Sect.
The Western Barbarian Sect was a branch of the ancient Four Demonic Sects. They worshiped the Nine-tailed Demon Tiger Evil God and lived in the western desert.
Among the four branches, the Western Barbarian Sect was the fiercest. After all, they struggled in the western land of death. Their environment was the toughest, the competition was the fiercest, and they were the strongest.
When Ji Feichen and the other two arrived, they were greeted by the pungent smell of blood and the frightening demonic statues in the sky.
Giant tigers, roaring lions, and bellowing demonic elephants … Each of the demonic statues represented a Barbarian Sect expert of the Ground Fairies level. There were twelve Ground Fairies attacking the Scarlet Faction's leader.
Yin Ming School's Scarlet Faction was famous for its Nether Wind. He raised the Nine Underworld Wind, and layers of demonic mist wrapped around the twelve Ground Fairies. The Wind Spirit Essences were also fighting against the Ground Fairies.
These Wind Spirit Essences were the trump cards left behind by the Scarlet Faction. They refined all the Human Immortals who threatened the Scarlet Faction's leader into puppets. Just like the Black Faction's Demon Dragon, these puppets turned into demonic winds and became the "accomplices" of the tiger.
These Wind Spirit Essences were slightly weaker than the Ground Fairies. As long as the Nine Underworld Wind was not extinguished, they would be able to fight without exhaustion.
However, it was obvious that he could not hold on against everyone's joint attack.
"Not good! The Western Barbarian Sect really has someone who is about to ascend! "Temple Master Kan Ming's expression changed, and the eight Demon Dragons beside him flew towards the demonic statues. As for himself, he turned into a towering White Bone Demon to help the Scarlet Faction's leader fight against the Barbarian Sect expert who was about to ascend. A giant dark golden lion with three eyes and a pair of wings on its back.
The lion had nine tails and crashed into the White Bone Demon's giant claw without hesitation.
The two Ground Fairies that were about to ascend fought, and a huge hole was torn in the sky. The endless Heavenly Wind and the Nether Wind were entangled.
The Demon God was hidden in the Black Mist, and he said coldly, "Lion King, so you are not dead yet!"
"Hehe … how can I bear to die when you are still alive?"
The White Bone Demon and the Mad Lion were fighting in the sky. Temple Master Feng Shan's expression was ugly, "So the Barbarian Sect's previous leader is still alive?"
Ji Feichen did not know the identity of the Mad Lion in the sky, so he asked him, "Is this person very strong?"
"The Western Barbarian Sect regards the tiger as the king. However, the previous leader was the only one who used the Nine Spiritual Heavenly Lion Scripture to comprehend the Connecting Heaven State and obtained the throne of the Barbarian Sect's leader. "
"Lion King? Barbarian King? "Ji Feichen's eyes revealed a look of understanding," In the Barbarian Sect, only the leader can be conferred the title of king. So, he is called the Lion King? "
"That's right. I thought he was already dead, but he is still alive? " The previous leader of the Barbarian Sect was an existence that was not inferior to Temple Master Kan Ming. How could he still be alive? If he was alive, would the current leader of the Barbarian Sect tolerate him? After all, the relationship between them was not that of a master and disciple. There could not be two tigers on the same mountain, let alone two different races.
Moreover, the masters and disciples in the Demon Sect could not be trusted, let alone other people.
"With this guy here, I'm afraid there will be other disturbances in the Western Sect."
The two of them talked as they arrived at the Chi faction. Now, all the disciples of the Chi faction except for Dongfang Zhanyang were dead.
Temple Master Feng Shan looked at the corpses on the ground and said unhappily, "What happened? Why did so many of you die? Also, didn't the guy from the Chi faction come by himself? Why did all of them come? "
Dongfang Zhanyang looked ashamed, "We thought that this was the last battle, so we came to watch the ceremony and congratulate the Grandmaster. We didn't expect the Western Barbarian Sect to be so powerful. Our Chi faction suffered heavy casualties. "
When the eight major sects besieged them, the Chi faction had already lost many people. Now, because of the bloody battle with the Western Barbarian Sect, another group of people had died.
Dongfang Zhanyang smiled bitterly. After this battle, the Chi faction's position among the five factions would probably fall to the last.
Ji Feichen stared at the arena not far away, "Then why the Blood Battle Arena? It can't be that you guys couldn't take the provocation and took the initiative to challenge them, right? "
The Blood Battle Arena was the favorite fighting method of the Western Barbarian Sect. The so-called Blood Battle Arena was a special magic tool. When the two of them entered the arena to fight, a barrier would automatically rise around the arena, preventing outsiders from getting close and the people inside from walking out. Only when the victor was decided would they sacrifice their blood to the arena to survive.
"Didn't they say that in order to prevent too much damage to each other, we weren't allowed to kill each other?" Temple Master Feng Shan looked below the Blood Battle Arena. There were many corpses of the Yin Ming School disciples. He frowned and said, "If the Profound Gate isn't destroyed, you guys still have the heart to kill each other?"
Dongfang Zhanyang was embarrassed and didn't say anything. He listened to the two of them in silence. Who would have thought that the Western Barbarian Sect would be so ruthless?
Looking at his expression, Ji Feichen and Ji Feichen understood that the Chi faction had probably made a mistake and ended up being killed by the other party.
"Someone from your Yin Ming School is here again? Why? Do you dare to come up and fight? "At this moment, a big man on the Blood Battle Arena shouted at them.
The big man had a bear tattoo on his body. His muscles were bulging and he had a fierce and domineering aura. He carried a mace and looked at Ji Feichen.
Temple Master Feng Shan turned to look at Ji Feichen. Ji Feichen shrugged and said, "Grand Uncle, don't look at me. Don't look for me to do this kind of work that wastes energy."
Temple Master Kan Ming was the real battle. What was the point of Ji Feichen winning a few more rounds? The Barbarian Sect was not as easy to talk to as the Sacred Black Sect. They didn't care about the relationship between Lord Wu Xian and Kan Ming. They didn't care about Ji Feichen's Black Sky Mark.
Seeing this, Temple Master Feng Shan frowned and said in a dissatisfied tone, "This is the Yin Ming School's face after all. We can't let these people be so arrogant —" Suddenly, he remembered that Ji Feichen was from the Black Sect and not their Huang Sect. Based on the relationship between the two sects, it was not good for him to give an order. "Unfortunately, this kind of talent isn't mine. Otherwise, it would be great to have him as my successor! "
The people from the Western Barbarian Sect in the arena clamored. Ji Feichen ignored them and looked up at the sky.
He had the intention to open a righteous path in the Demon Sect and carry forward the essence of the Primordial Dao. Therefore, he needed more information and more accumulation. This battle between the Ground Fairies was not to be missed.
Through his eyes, the Innate True Spirit in the Fruit of Dao recorded the battle using the Diagram of the Great Path. The movements of the demonic dragons, as well as the transformations of the demonic statues, were all memorized by him.
"Ji Feichen, come out and fight if you can!" Suddenly, the big man in the arena was kicked away by a young man. Tian Ya had recovered from his injuries and personally went up to challenge Ji Feichen.
"What's there to be afraid of? You won't be able to withstand my Ruoshui anymore. Forget it. "Ji Feichen played it down and continued to look up at the sky.
Tian Ya was known as the number one person in the Western Barbarian Sect on the surface. Ji Feichen acted high and mighty and didn't even accept his challenge.
The young man was hot-tempered. Seeing this scene and feeling the strange gazes from his peers, he wanted to jump off the arena and fight with Ji Feichen outside.
As Ji Feichen watched the battle in the sky, he secretly pulled out the Devil Dragon Mace. If Tian Ya came looking for trouble again, he would kill him with the mace!
Hall Master Feng Shan watched coldly from the side. Just as Tian Ya was about to walk out of the Blood Battle Stage, a black shadow flashed by and pressed him down again. Then, the shadow said to Ji Feichen, "Brother Ji, Junior Brother Tian Ya is still young and inexperienced. You want to plot against him? You seem to have let down your benefactor. "
"You are …" Looking at the black shadow, Ji Feichen suddenly realized, "So it's you!"
Not long ago, the eight major sects besieged Yin Ming School. When Ji Feichen faced Yang Fei and the others, he received help from someone in the dark. Now that he saw this person, Ji Feichen instantly understood, "So, he is the person who helped in the dark? No, if the Western Barbarian Sect wants to help us, then how do you explain the battle in the sky? "
The power that the Barbarian Sect showed this time was close to two-fifths of the Yin Ming School.
They insisted on making things difficult for them and even the previous sect master, Lion King, was involved. They had no intention of showing mercy.
The mysterious person stood on the arena and comforted Tian Ya. The other Barbarian Sect members did not speak and silently took a few steps back, leaving the arena to this person.
"Who are you?"
"I am Wei Qingchen. I have some tricks up my sleeve and can make decisions in the Holy Sect." He cupped his fists, "I have known you for a long time. Why don't we have a spar? "
Staring at the Blood Battle Arena, Ji Feichen did not say a word.
Temple Master Feng Shan was confused. With his Ground Fairies's eyesight, he could not see through Wei Qingchen's background. He secretly transmitted his voice to Ji Feichen, "Who is this guy?"
Ji Feichen thought for a while and told Temple Master Feng Shan about what happened not long ago.
"The Barbarian Sect is helping us? Impossible! "Temple Master Feng Shan looked at the battle in the sky. Of course, he did not believe that the Barbarian Sect would be so kind. "Also, he can enter and leave Yin Ming School at will? How is this possible? Did Zheng Qiong not notice? "
"Brother Ji, are you worried about the Blood Battle Arena?" Wei Qingchen stomped his foot and created a hole in the Blood Battle Arena, "Then let's fight outside."
"Fight with him!" Suddenly, a thought appeared in Ji Feichen's mind.
This thought did not come from himself but from the Ink Dragon Scale on his chest.
A low laugh sounded, "Fight with him, this guy is interesting."
"Brother Dragon King?" Ji Feichen did not hesitate anymore and jumped onto the Blood Battle Arena, "No need, let's fight here. Brother Tian Ya's Senior Brother? Are you the strongest person in the Western Barbarian Sect? "
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