The light emitted by the Phoenix Nest is getting dimmer and dimmer.

In the sea of ​​fire, the level of the pure and destructive magic fire at the middle level has dissipated, and the temperature of the flame is dropping rapidly. It is precisely because of this that Zhang Ruochen jumped into the sea of ​​fire and was not burned to death.

"Chichi."

Zhang Ruochen turned into a blood light and rushed out of the sea of ​​fire. The Hundred Saints Blood Armor on his body was burned into golden red, extremely hot, with sparks. He looked back and saw that the huge Phoenix Nest was burning with raging fire under the burning of the Jingmiao Divine Fire, and the fire light soared into the sky, splendid and beautiful.

The huge fireball looked like a phoenix that was reborn.

"As the Phoenix Nest turned into ashes, the glorious era of the Ice and Fire Phoenix became completely the past. The Ancestral Spirit Realm, this great world that once gave birth to billions of creatures and endless civilizations, is probably going to completely disappear into the universe and become a passage on the pages of history."

"Gods, all died, and the Great Sages, all turned into ashes. Who else has left behind a complete corpse in this world?"

"There were so many heroic figures on this land, so many love, hate, and so many talented men and beautiful women... but now there is only a desolation and destruction left."

Zhang Ruochen was filled with emotion, a little depressed in his heart, and couldn't help but want to ask, "When will this great world full of killing and destruction end?"

No one can give him an answer, I'm afraid God can't.

Zhang Ruochen looked into the distance and saw that the ninety-nine holy mountains surrounding the Phoenix Nest were killed in the darkness of the sky and the earth, and the sound of fighting continued to spread, and powerful fluctuations of holy power spread throughout the world.

"When I entered the Phoenix Nest, the battle between the Seven Realms of Shatu and the Rakshasa clan should have already erupted." Zhang Ruochen took a deep breath, put away the dull emotions in his heart, and squeezed the ancient sword of Chenyuan again.

Zhang Ruochen hated killing, but he could only be killed without lifting the sword in his hand.

The holy energy in his body circulated violently. Then, a pair of dragon wings spread out on Zhang Ruochen's back, flew out of the sea of ​​fire, released his mental power, and contacted the magic sound.

Mo Yin hid near the sea of ​​fire. Because she carries twelve Buddhist beads, she can cover up the aura on her body, but no one has discovered it.

"Meet the master."

Mo Yin took out twelve Buddhist beads and returned them to Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen put the twelve Buddhist beads on his wrist again. Seeing that the wall of merit book was still there, he breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Princess Rakshasa, Young Master Lingquan, Chu Siyuan, Jiuyou Sword Saint..., how long did they leave the Phoenix Nest?"

"Half an hour ago, they left one after another..."

A look of doubt appeared on Mo Yin's charming face, and he said, "The Nine Nether Sword Saint seems to have obtained some amazing treasure. Young Master Ling Quan and a large number of first-class marquis are chasing him."

"Oh, this is actually happening."

Zhang Ruochen's heart was calm, he shook his head gently, and said, "The Nine Nether Sword Saint may not have obtained the treasure. Young Master Lingquan chased him, perhaps because he wanted to regain the purple divine stone."

Although the Nine Nether Sword Saint lost the purple divine stone to Zhang Ruochen, the Young Master Ling Quan did not know this.

Perhaps it was because a large number of powerful people from the Rakshasa clan went to chase and kill the Nine Nether Sword Saint, and this area on the bank of the Sea of ​​Fire was relatively calm. However, occasionally, a few Rakshasa Marquis who flew to the sky found Zhang Ruochen and Mo Yin's figures, but Zhang Ruochen shot and killed them as soon as possible.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Zhang Ruochen and Mo Yin climbed to the top of Qifeng Shengshan and looked at the other end of the Shengshan.

Suddenly, the two of them were shocked violently and they couldn't help but suck in the cold air.

Too shocking and too tragic.

The world where the ninety-nine holy mountains are located has been broken into a wasteland. The countless Marquis of Rakshasa and the saints of the Seven Realms of Shatuo have been fighting continuously. The sound of killing has broken through the sky, but the ground is full of corpses.

The corpse of the Marquis of Rakshasa, the corpse of the beast, the corpse of human beings...

The mountains and rivers were dyed red by blood, and the formation inscriptions densely spread in the holy mountain had long been smoothed out. The souls and resentment of the saints soared into the sky and turned into a black evil cloud.

The saint is the top existence in any big world, but it keeps falling here, being beaten to death, shattered, and scattered.

"Ao."

A half-step saint king in the ten directions of the great demon let out a long roar, and the demonic energy rushed out of his body and turned into a demon cloud. His body continued to expand and became hundreds of feet tall.

"Rumbling."

The half-step saint king had two horns on his head and body like a demon bull, galloping around and rushing among the army of Rakshasa Marquis. I don’t know how many Rakshasa Marquis were trampled into blood mud by him.

Unfortunately, the number of Marquis of Rakshasa was too large. More than a thousand holy weapons bombarded him at the same time, causing him to seriously damage him. His body, hundreds of feet tall, fell heavily to the ground.

A first-class marquis with red hair slashed down with one sword, cut off the head of the half-step Holy King, and swallowed it directly into his stomach.

The other Rakshasa Marquis rushed up like locusts and surrounded the body of the half-step holy king.

After a moment, only a white skeleton was left, lying on the bloody ground.

The half-step Holy King, who was still alive just now, turned into food in the belly of the Marquis of Rakshasa.

Such scenes are constantly being staged in the ninety-nine holy mountains. No matter how strong the cultivation level is, it is still a dead end to be attacked by a large number of strong people.

"This war has lasted for at least one day."

Zhang Ruochen made such a judgment based on the extent to which the ninety-nine holy mountains were destroyed and the number of dead bodies on the ground.

A battlefield not far from Qifeng Holy Mountain was particularly fierce, and one of the rather old figures attracted Zhang Ruochen's attention.

It is the Nine Nether Sword Saint.

There are seven or eight hundred Rakshasa marquis chasing the Nine Nether Sword Saint, and each one is a first-class strong man. Among them, dozens of figures chasing in the front are especially powerful. The thick evil sword aura gushed out from their bodies, making them look like evil gods.

"The Nine Nether Sword Saint was actually hunted by dozens of first-class marquises, and more powerful people from the Rakshasa clan rushed over. They didn't seem as simple as just to regain the purple divine stone." Mo Yin said.

The robe on Jiuyou Sword Saint was already wet with blood, and he felt indescribable.

First, he was seriously injured by Zhang Ruochen's junior in the Phoenix Nest. He finally recovered from his injuries. As soon as he left the Phoenix Nest, a large number of first-class marquises of the Rakshasa clan rushed out and shouted to him.

You know, the other ones walking with him were Jiutian Xuannv and Chu Siyuan.

But the strong men of the Rakshasa clan recognized him, and the top strong men attacked him, and only those marquis with weaker cultivation attacked Jiutian Xuannv and Chu Siyuan.

"I really think I am a soft persimmon, and I only pick and squeeze it?"?

What a proud man, the Nine Nether Sword Saint, was naturally very proud at the beginning. He killed hundreds of Rakshasa Marquis with nine swords. However, those Rakshasa Marquis were not afraid of anything. The one in front was killed and the one behind rushed up again.

As the number of masters of the Marquis of Rakshasa is more and more masters, even if the Nine Nether Sword Saint is strong, he cannot withstand and has to carry his sword and run away. After all, once he is surrounded, even with his cultivation level, he will most likely be killed.

"Kill, the princess has an order to kill this person and can be named the king."

"I want to be king. Who will help me with the help of my wife to stimulate the perfect power of the Thousand Blade Sword?"

"Use the Wuji Blood Picture and kill him."

...

Dozens of first-class marquis were quite crazy. In order to be the king, they had red eyes and shouted loudly, staring at the Jiuyou Sword Saint who was flying in front of them, as if they were looking at another stunning beauty with red/naked/body.

In addition, the second-class marquises and third-class marquises also screamed and rushed over from all directions.

There is no way, the temptation of "being a king" is too great, which means that you can surpass all the marquis in the future, obtain more advanced practice books, more fiefs... and so on.

"Puff."

The Nine Nether Sword Saint used the Chiyang Sword Technique and attacked with one sword, penetrated the body of a first-class marquis and beat him into pieces.

However, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a blood picture was pressed down above his head.

Not far away, the five first-class marquis were injecting the holy energy in their bodies into a holy sword. More than 20,000 inscriptions appeared on the blade, forming two layers of holy energy light waves, and a brilliant and intimidating force erupted from the holy sword.

The Nine Nether Sword Saint complained and quickly burst out as fast as possible to escape to the distance.

"Rumbling."

The power of Wuji Blood Map and Thousand Blade Sword bombarded, smashing a holy mountain in half. The earth within a radius of thousands of miles was shaking, and the ground was filled with chaotic fluctuations of holy power.

The Nine Nether Sword Saint rushed out of the thick dust, his hair was covered with blood, his robe was torn, and he kept vomiting blood from his mouth, but he still had to escape quickly.

"I'm not dead yet. I'll continue to attack and kill this young master, and I'll see people and corpses."

"I can't let him escape, I want to be the king."

"We have arranged a Thousand Star Array on the periphery of the ninety-nine holy mountains, so the saints of the Seven Realms of Shatuo can't escape."

...

The masters of the Rakshasa clan rushed out like a tide and continued to chase and kill the Nine Nether Sword Saint.

The saints of the Seven Realms of Shatuo all looked at each other, not knowing why this situation occurred. However, as long as the Nine Nether Sword Saint rushed towards them, they would immediately avoid it.

At this moment, the Nine Nether Sword Saint is no different from the Sweeping Gate Star. Whoever dares to get close to him will undoubtedly be attacked by a large number of powerful Rakshasa Marquis.

"What did the Nine Nether Sword Saint do to harm the heavens and reason? How did they make those Marquis of Rakshasa so angry?"

"The sword cultivator in Kunlun Realm must have obtained the inheritance of the Ice and Fire Phoenix, which is really enviable."

At the top of Qifeng Sheng Mountain, Zhang Ruochen was a little surprised. His fingers couldn't help but touch his chin and said, "For a purple divine stone, there would be no such a big storm? Could it be that the Nine Nether Sword Saint really got some peerless treasure in the Phoenix Nest? This old guy actually has such luck?"

If the purple divine stone was really so important, the young master Lingquan would not have left it to escape on that day, so Zhang Ruochen had such a guess.
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