In the main pavilion of the Treasures Pavilion, there was a heavily guarded small building. A master with vigorous Qi and blood was sitting in the center, guarding the treasures that would be put up for auction the day after tomorrow. There were Precious Weapons of Upper Grade, elixirs that could prolong one's life by five years, various rare exotic minerals and produce, good scripts of the Exterior, and a pitch-black hand bone in a jade box.
The master looked like he was in his early forties, but he looked old. He wore a scarf and his eyes were closed. His spirit covered the surrounding area.
There were masters hiding in the four corners of the small building and in the dark. Together with the flowing Restrictive Spell, they formed a double layer of defense.
Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew, with the biting coldness of midwinter. The master with the scarf felt something and opened his eyes.
He subconsciously looked out of the window and saw the bright moon hanging high in the sky. The silver light was cold like autumn water, dreamy and blurred.
At this moment, the cold moon suddenly turned blood red, evil and ferocious!
As soon as the blood moon appeared, the whole small building was quickly wrapped in the fog, like a fishing boat in a storm.
Whoo!
The Peerless Master Pro felt his body was cold as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and there was a burst of itch deep in his skin.
Before he could react, a series of shrill cries rang in his ears. The guards hiding in the dark and in the four corners stumbled out one after another. A thin layer of red hair grew on the surface of their bodies, and their eyes were hollow like ancient corpses.
Crack! The illusion was broken. The Peerless Master Pro found that a right hand with inch-long red hair had penetrated the Restrictive Spell and reached into the small building.
The blood moon appeared, the corpses came out, and the red-haired ancient zombie? The Millennium Corpse King?
The Peerless Master Pro was quite old and experienced. In a short moment, he understood that the monster was not something he could fight. If he tried to be brave, he would die here tonight. He had to escape, he could only escape!
With this idea, he turned around and flew to the back of the small building, trying to escape in the opposite direction.
With a puff, his body stiffened in the air. He lowered his head and saw a hand on his chest. It was a hand that was not rotten, ruddy, full of muscles, and inch-long red hair.
How could its speed be so fast? The Peerless Master Swordsman saw the Ancient Zombie's hand holding a heart that was still beating vigorously. He felt his life force gushing out along with the hot blood. His Primordial Spirit was infiltrated by the cold air. His mind gradually became blurry and his vision began to darken.
Drip, the blood fell on the floor. The nine feet tall red-haired Corpse King raised the top expert in front of him. He opened his mouth and bit down with his four fangs, tearing and devouring the blood.
This Corpse King's clothes were tattered and there was red fur all over its body. It was surrounded by a faint black mist and had a rotten stench, but there were no signs of festering.
While it was crazily gnawing on the bloody food, a cloud floated over in the sky outside the small building. A weak scholar stood on the cloud. She was dressed in men's clothing, with black eyebrows and big eyes. She was bright and beautiful. It was Jiang Zhiwei.
She held the Sword of the Sun-Penetrating Rainbow in her left hand. Her eyes were emotionless and her heart of sword reached the sky. She calmly looked at the changes in the small building.
The Corpse King's eyes were green and his lips were stained with blood. In just a few breaths, it ate a Peerless Master Swordsman. Behind it, there was a skinny man wearing a white pointed hat. He looked more like a zombie than the Corpse King. He held a stick and a Soul-driving Bell in his hands. He looked at the small building and looked for the items ordered by the Sect Master.
There! He saw the pitch-black hand bone in the jade box and felt its light flowing in response to his own form.
The sect's treasure? When the thought came to his mind, he had already picked up the jade box.
Suddenly, a sword light like a waterfall penetrated the top of the small building and went straight to the Life-changing Sect disciple. It seemed that it also wanted the pitch-black hand bone.
The powerful momentum, spirit, and sword will were perfectly integrated. Before the sword light arrived, the Life-changing Sect disciple felt as if he had fallen into the abyss of thousands of swords. His body and Vital Spirit were cut inch by inch. It was extremely painful and indescribable fear made him dumbfounded. He watched the sword light piercing between his eyebrows. The past replayed in his mind as slow as an afternoon.
In the nightmare, a fist appeared in his vision. It was a fist covered in red hair, and it punched straight at the sword light.
Clang!
The sword light dissipated and a figure was revealed, flying backward a few steps. It was Jiang Zhi Wei, who was both bright and heroic. Her right hand trembled slightly and her long sword vibrated. The King of the Undead's fist was unscathed, except for a white mark. It was even harder than a Precious Weapon of the highest grade!
Hey, the body of the Corpse King was refined after death. It was not much weaker than a master of the same level who practiced the Body Hardening Skill! The Life-changing Sect disciple came to his senses and grabbed the pitch-black hand bone again. At the same time, he "ordered" the Corpse King to tear the enemy in front of him. She almost killed him just now. No matter how beautiful she was, it was unforgivable.
The Corpse King moved forward as if it could break through the shackles of the Grand Sun. In a flash, it appeared in front of Jiang Zhiwei and punched again without any fancy moves.
Jiang Zhiwei was not afraid. She slashed with the long sword and the sword light divided into two, four, eight, and hundreds of thousands of sword lights of equal strength. Every four, seven, and nine sword lights connected into a sword formation. Layer upon layer, it was like Jianghu rushing. The clear light surged and wrapped the Corpse King's fist.
Clang! The continuous sound of metal clashing rang out almost at the same time. The sword radiance collapsed again, and sword marks that were several feet deep appeared in the surroundings. The small building was cut into pieces by the aftermath, and so was the jade box. Only the pitch-black bones of the hand were left swaying with the wind. The Life-changing Sect disciples did not get what they wanted.
Jiang Zhiwei was repelled again. Her right hand trembled obviously. It seemed that the aftermath had not disappeared. The Corpse King approached again and punched again.
Clang! Clang! Jiang Zhi Wei used "Future Break", "Taishang Wang Qing", "Three Questions of Cutting Tao" and most of the nine killer moves of "Taishang Sword Scripture", but she couldn't do anything to the Red-haired Dead King. All the changes and sword light collapsed under one punch. She flew backward a few steps. In the end, the web between the thumb and the index finger of her right hand cracked and she couldn't hold the sword anymore.
If it wasn't for the fact that the King Zombie's spiritual intelligence was relatively low and its transformation was entirely based on instinct, it only had the strength in front of it but not the corresponding realm and techniques to exert its full strength, and if it wasn't for Jiang Zhi Wei's hard work on the sword in her left hand and her timely change of hand, it might have already wounded someone and killed him.
"Good! Kill her, kill her! "The Life-changing Sect disciple's eyes were burning.
The aftermath of the fight made the pitch-black hand bone tumble around. He wanted to protect himself first, but he did not succeed.
At this moment, he heard a soft sound. A sword light had pierced the right fist of the red-haired Corpse King!
Although the sword light retreated as soon as it touched, the wound was still terrible, showing the red blood and black tendons inside!
How could it be? How could she pierce the body of the Corpse King? The Life-changing Sect disciple was shocked. He immediately understood that in the previous fight, her sword seemed to be repelled, but in fact, she cut the same place. Again and again, she finally pierced it!
Even if she was at an extreme disadvantage, she did not panic at all and created a chance to turn defeat into victory.
Jiang Zhiwei changed her body movement, bypassed the Corpse King, and grabbed the pitch-black hand bone.
The erosion of time and the dripping of water penetrates the stone. Just now, it was not the nine killing moves, but the embodiment of her own swordsmanship!
After the shock, the Life-changing Sect disciple came to his senses. Now was not the time to show off. The Corpse King may not be able to kill her in a short time, and it seemed to be injured by her. There were too many variables. The most important thing at present was to take away the pitch-black hand bone and report back to the sect!
He did not grab the pitch-black hand bone, but stepped back, rang the bell, and made a sharp cry.
The Red-haired King of Corpses suddenly made a sound and retreated. He hit Jiang Zhi Wei's sword light and sent her flying. The sword light was broken into pieces.
However, it did not chase after her. It rushed to the side of the pitch-black hand bone, grabbed it in the palm, and then rushed out of the collapsed building, grabbed the Life-changing Sect disciple and escaped into the ground.
At this time, many strong people in the city had heard the news and rushed to the city. If they were one step late, the big formation would be opened, and things would not be so easy.
Jiang Zhiwei's hands were trembling uncontrollably, and there was blood flowing out of the purlicue. But she looked happy, and she was quite interested in the battle just now.
Looking at the ground, she did not chase after it, but retreated into the darkness and disappeared from the Treasure Pavilion.
On a tall building near the Treasure Pavilion, an elegant scholar in a loose robe with big sleeves stood quietly beside the railing, with a smile on his face, leisurely enjoying what had happened before. He wore a wooden hairpin, and his face was handsome like a god. It was the Devil Master Han Guang!
"Interesting, interesting." He whispered, and his figure suddenly disappeared, as if he had never appeared.
Near the Dragon Platform in Jiangdong, there were several quiet mountains. It was said that in the last years of ancient times, the emperor moved here to suppress the flood.
In a valley in the mountains, a red-haired zombie drilled out of the ground with a skinny disciple and pitch-black hand bone.
"I almost lost it." The disciple took the pitch-black hand bone, looked at it, and had a kind of treasure that was lost and recovered.
If it was easy to get, he might not care so much. But after Jiang Zhiwei made a mess, he felt that it was quite difficult to get this thing after going through hardships, so he naturally did not pay so much attention to other things.
He held the pitch-black hand bone and walked back and forth in the valley with the red-haired zombie king, and a strange scene appeared.
Originally, the vegetation here was flourishing, but as the Life-and-Death Fugacity Sect disciple walked, it suddenly withered, as if a layer of curtain was opened, revealing what was underneath.
The vegetation withered and grew, grew and withered again. After seven times of spring and autumn, ancient tombs appeared in front of him, and there were no more mountains or vegetation around, only white bones.
The blood-yellow water around the ancient tomb rippled, as if it was not in this world. The Life-and-Death Fugacity Sect disciple burned a talisman, reporting that he had succeeded.
The tyrannical and cold mind probed out and swept around. The disciple knew that this was to prevent someone from following him, so as not to be followed by a master.
After repeatedly checking that there were no mistakes, a crack slowly appeared on the blood-yellow water wave.
Just when the Life-and-Death Fugacity Sect disciple was about to enter, the pitch-black hand bone in his palm suddenly moved, turned into an orange flame, and chopped at the crack.
Boom!
The knife light was heavy, and the flame spread quickly, burning the blood-yellow water mist, delaying its closure.
Mengqi showed up, holding a sword-shaped token in his hand.
He turned himself into Acheron's hand bone, and with the legendary breath of the real hand bone, he finally found the lair of the Life-and-Death Fugacity Sect!
Now is the time! Mengqi suddenly activated the token.
In the Xi Jian Pavilion, Su Wuming opened his eyes, and the long sword on his knees popped out, the sword light blazed, and his figure rose, beyond the ordinary meaning of "tall"!
He hung high in the air, and chopped at the blood sea mist with one sword, breaking the Restrictive Spell that had not yet closed!
The legendary characteristic was everywhere, how could it be found by checking and tracking?
In a city thousands of miles away, Mr. Lu looked up and saw Su Wuming, smiled, lifted the long sword, pierced through the void, and walked to the location that Su Wuming told him.
And Jiang Zhiwei also smiled, seeing her master standing side by side with the bright moon, and then she flew to where Mengqi was.
"Sure enough …" Han Guang stood on the peak, and his figure seemed to be invisible.
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In the Life-and-Death Fugacity Sect, the guru surrounded by the blood sea mist panicked, "Master, what should we do?"
The Frenzied Blade and the two Dharmakayas arrived, and the big formation could not be closed, and was about to be completely broken. The disaster of destroying the sect was right in front of them!
The Nether Emperor's voice was low and majestic, with a touch of fatigue and determination,
"Our Life-and-Death Fugacity Sect is not so easy to be destroyed. Let's see how much they can bear!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the three bronze coffins without tombstones shook violently, and the green lamp on the left went out, and the lid was opened.
The inside of this coffin was so deep that nothing could be seen, as if it led to another world. Suddenly, a huge head came out, with a bull's head, a donkey's mouth, antlers, and shrimp's eyes. It was a real dragon!
A real dragon!
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