Su Yi keenly sensed a swift and violent aura tearing through the air, causing the hair on the back of his head to swell.
Soon after, this familiar murderous aura brought with it an earth-shaking ferocity. Su Yi's heart thumped. Who else could this be but the Sacred Flame of the Sacred Mountain?
Raising his eyebrows, Su Yi made eye contact with Jing Baihua. He instantly knew that this was all part of Jing Baihua's plan.
She had deliberately led him out of the southwest exit so that he would run into the Sacred Mountain.
Suddenly, Su Yi understood the meaning of Jing Baihua's words!
"Send Buddha to the West!"
"Hah!"
What a good 'send Buddha to the West'! With a furious roar, the Origin Supreme Art in his heart began to circulate, and the Origin Qi in his qi sea began to circulate.
His Origin Qi flowed through his wide meridians like boiling water, rapidly pouring into his feet.
An incomparably scorching aura tore through the air behind him, followed by a shrill cry.
The vortex beneath Su Yi's feet suddenly rose, and his entire body soared into the air like a divine bird. He twisted in a strange arc in the air and retreated backward.
He rubbed his left hand against the ground and raised his right hand to the sky. Only then was he able to stop himself from moving forward.
Standing up, Su Yi glared fiercely at Jing Baihua, but Jing Baihua acted as if nothing had happened. She turned her head to the side and whistled.
Soon after, Sacred Flame's broad figure appeared in the distance like a ghost. He wore a scarlet robe and had red hair. His gaze was fierce as he stared at Su Yi, a cold smile on his lips.
Su Yi narrowed his eyes and swept his gaze across the Sacred Mountain group. Apart from Su Yi, there was a tall and slightly sinister man standing at the head of the group. This was most likely Yuchi Changfeng.
Standing next to him were young men and women, among whom Xuehong Lou was already familiar with.
When their gazes met, Xuehong Lou's arrogant eyes flickered with a trace of fluctuation, and his face twitched unconsciously.
When their gazes landed on the red-clothed woman beside the Snow Red House, their gazes paused at the same time. It was the woman whom they had taken liberties with when they were young, Liu Ruoxi!
After parting ways in Man City, the two of them hadn't seen each other for quite some time.
Liu Ruoxi had also reached the peak of the first level of the Origin Emperor Realm and was about to break through to the second level.
As for the rest, Su Yi guessed that they were also the Holy Sons and Holy Daughters of this trip.
"Su Yi! The heavens really have eyes, letting this old man meet you here! Today, this old man will grind your bones to dust! "
Holy Flame's withered hand was surrounded by a dense golden light. His metal-elemental energy was as sharp as a blade, and countless tiny cracks appeared on the ground where he stood.
"You?" Su Yi scratched his ear lightly. His gaze was unfocused, but his gaze was fixed on Liu Ruoxi.
Seeing Liu Ruoxi standing beside Xuehong House, Su Yi felt somewhat displeased.
According to the rules of the Sacred Mountain, Liu Ruoxi, one of the nine Holy Daughters, wouldn't stand beside Xuehong House.
Yuchi Changfeng slowly stood out from behind. His metal-elemental energy at the eighth level of the Origin Emperor Realm carried a supreme aura. His eyes were filled with disdain and contempt.
"Elder Holy Flame, I thought Su Yi was very powerful! He's just a little bug! Let me deal with him! "
Yuchi Changfeng's nose twitched, and a trace of coldness suddenly appeared in his narrow and bewitching eyes.
Turning his head back and forth, Yuchi Changfeng's gaze inadvertently swept across Xuehong House behind him.
"This guy … What the hell is he doing!" Xuehong House's gaze turned slightly solemn.
Liu Ruoxi, who was standing at the side, felt a lump in her throat. Facing Su Yi's slightly puzzled gaze, her rosy lips tightly pursed, and she didn't say a word.
"Su Yi! Ant, just end your own life! Hurting you will only dirty my hands! "Yuchi Changfeng's eyes flickered, and a sharp aura quickly shrouded Su Yi.
"Hey, let me say something first! If you want to fight, go further away! Don't destroy my Spirit Treasures Pavilion! "
After finishing her words, Jing Baihua twisted her slim waist and walked into the pavilion.
"Little brother, elder sister has high hopes for you! Consider this a small warm-up for the Heavenly Wind Ranking Tournament! Do your best! "A low voice transmitted with energy entered Su Yi's ears faintly.
"F * ck!"
Hearing this, Su Yi had already cursed Jing Baihua once.
On second thought, he was originally here to look for Yuchi Changfeng. Seeing Holy Flame and Yuchi Changfeng whispering to each other, Su Yi's lips curled into a cold smile.
"Are you the one who besieged Man Cheng and the Bawang Sect?"
With killing intent in his eyes, Su Yi's bones emitted a crackling sound. A strong sonic boom indicated that Su Yi's anger was rising rapidly like a rocket.
"What a pity! I didn't catch you in the end of the game of cat and mouse! But it doesn't matter. Since I've met you here, I'll deal with you here! "
Yuchi Changfeng let out a strange cackle, which turned into a cold killing intent. He raised his eyes slightly and fixed his gaze on Su Yi.
"Junior sister Ruoxi, look carefully. I'm your real man, not Xuehong House!"
This sentence ignited everyone present. Not only did the other Holy Sons and Holy Daughters widen their eyes.
Even Liu Ruoxi's delicate body trembled as if she had been struck by lightning. She swayed slightly and staggered uncontrollably.
In Su Yi's eyes, Liu Ruoxi seemed to be getting farther and farther away. Xuehong House gently supported Liu Ruoxi and frowned slightly, as if he was concerned.
"You've given me another reason to destroy your Holy Mountain! Yuchi Changfeng, die! "
With a cold expression, Su Yi raised his eyes slightly, and an obscure aura spread out from his body.
Yuchi Changfeng didn't dare to be careless. He ordered Holy Flame to retreat, and golden energy surged out from his hands.
In an instant, he rushed to the front of Su Yi like a bolt of lightning.
"What a fast speed!"
An eighth-level Origin Sovereign from the Holy Mountain is indeed powerful. Su Yi was slightly moved. He immediately used the Rising Yao Hundred Steps and Unparalleled Dragon Flash to form four soul shadows on the spot!
"Very strong!"
Su Yi knew that Yuchi Changfeng wasn't an idiot as the Great Holy Son.
Tsk tsk!
Immediately, the sound of wind breaking resounded rapidly, and the space fluctuated rapidly. Under the heavy soul pressure, invisible ripples immediately enveloped Yuchi Changfeng.
"Insignificant skill! Break! "
Yuchi Changfeng twisted his body on the spot, and almost instantly, he shattered Su Yi's soul encirclement.
Bam, bam, bam, bam!
Four sonic booms sounded, and the golden killing intent that filled the sky turned into a huge palm print that struck Su Yi's real body.
As expected, the Unparalleled Dragon Flash is still not enough in front of an expert! Su Yi sighed inwardly.
At the same time, the Origin Supreme Technique spread out a milky white pattern around his body. Su Yi overlapped his hands and leaned back, barely dodging Yuchi Changfeng's palm print.
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