Chapter 1415
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The sound of the war drum made by the Heavenly Lion ancestor was ancient and distant. It swept past the peak of the God Perishing Peak and spread all the way to the distant Desolate Ice Field!
Zhao Hai, who was swiftly flying through the air, staggered and almost fell in the wind. Because of his unusual connection with the Heavenly Lion Ancestor, he was able to hear the sorrow and despair that were transmitted from the sound of the battle drums more than anyone else!
Return to the God Perishing Mountain quickly!
The first thought that came to his mind was to change his direction and face the final battle with his fellow daoists.
But just as he took a step forward with his left leg, his expression suddenly changed!
Zhen Xiaoxiao!
He must bring back the demonic blade in Zhen Xiaoxiao's body!
Although it was far from the main battlefield of the God Perishing Mountain, the moment Abu Yuyan broke through the wall …
Zhen Xiaoxiao's heart skipped a beat. He raised his head and looked in the direction he came from. For some reason, he seemed to be able to smell the killing intent brought by the wind. It was as if a pair of vicious eyes had fallen on his shoulder …
"Death, or Soul Hunter?!"
After being stunned for a second, Zhen Xiaoxiao held the red rune stone in his hand and asked the Northern Rock Barbarians fiercely again.
She couldn't explain why, but she felt a sense of urgency in her heart …
She must return to the main battlefield immediately!
This was her last bit of patience. If the Northern Rock Barbarians and their warbeasts delayed any longer, she would use the flames of the Southern Tripod God Flaming Ancestor to turn these invaders into soil!
"We …" Faced with the threat of Zhen Xiaoxiao's various means, it was impossible to escape.
It was impossible for him to escape. If he wanted to survive, the only way was to become a 'Soul Hunter' as she had mentioned earlier.
The Nascent Soul Barbarians looked at each other. Finally, the oldest person in the group was pushed out.
"We choose …"
Before the elder could finish his words, a strange sound suddenly came out of nowhere, attracting everyone's attention!
Zhen Xiaoxiao was shocked to find that the red rune stone in his hand had exploded on its own without being attacked at all!
Red dust flew out from the gaps of his fingers. It was the color of blood!
"Die!"
The Honeysuckle Flame Ancestor, who had just been comforted by Zhen Xiaoxiao and restrained his aura, suddenly widened his eyes. His originally turbid eyes suddenly turned as red as blood, as if a crazy beast had awakened in his body!
Not good!
Just as everyone's hearts sank to their stomachs, the Wrath of the Heavens rose from the ground. The gold and silver flames grew wildly, filling up the entire world in a breath's time!
Su Yiheng was shaken by the might of the flames and was smashed to the ground. Even the Nascent Soul cultivators were in such a state. The disciples of the three sects behind him were only at the Foundation Establishment and Enlightening Realms. All of them were pinned to the ground as if they had been nailed to the ground. They prostrated themselves in the rubble and coughed up large mouthfuls of blood. Some of the people who had been heavily injured earlier had their souls return to the netherworld, never to open their eyes again!
"No! Zhen Xiaoxiao! "
When Su Yiheng opened his eyes again, the place where Zhen Xiaoxiao was standing was already burning with majestic flames of fury!
That was fire.
It was the Natal Fire Seed of a Soul Formation Cultivator from Nanding. Its quality surpassed that of an ordinary Earth-rank Cultivator and was known as the Earth King Fire!
Moreover, it was stimulated by the Spiritual Qi of a Supreme Cultivator. Not to mention the spiritual treasures and the physical bodies of Nascent Soul cultivators, even the entire ground would be instantly pierced through ten thousand meters deep!
If one was not at the Soul Formation Cultivator, he would definitely die!
Zhen Xiaoxiao … was dead?
Everyone's mind was buzzing!
It was even more painful than being struck down by the residual power of the Earth King Fire of a Soul Formation Cultivator! They saw the ground crack and sink under the power of the flames. They saw the weapons in their hands melting and losing their effectiveness even though they were standing a hundred meters away from the battlefield …
Everyone knew that Zhen Xiaoxiao's mortal body could not survive such an attack.
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