Hua Zangying's Qimen Fire Escape was so mysterious and unparalleled that in a moment, he took Xue Chou thousands of miles away and appeared in a desolate city.
Hua Zangying gently shook the white-bone fan, a little surprised, and said to himself: "I didn't catch up."
"I guess they are also very afraid of Young Master and don't dare to take risks." Xue Qiu said with a smile.
Hua Zangying was quite confident in his own strength and nodded lightly.
Xue Chou added: "It's a pity that the saint of the Chen family survived. This operation against the Chen family will definitely be exposed. Once the Chen family takes precautions, it will be difficult to succeed!"
Hua Zangying smiled: "That Chen family saint must have been summoned back to the Holy King's Mansion in the Eastern Territory long ago. Even if he is killed, it will be meaningless."
"That's true. As long as that thing has been destroyed, we can rest easy." Xue Chou said.
"rustle."
The light wind blew on Hua Zangying's face.
Hua Zangying noticed a subtle fluctuation of holy power, and suddenly stared at the ruins on the right.
I saw, at some point, a white-robed monk appeared on the broken wall.
The white-robed monk has white hair, giving people an air of immortality.
"What a powerful Qi-condensing technique. He was already within twenty feet of me before I discovered him." Hua Zangying was extremely shocked.
Hua Zangying acted very calmly and said, "Who are you?"
"Those who come do not come, and those who go do not go." The white-robed monk Baoxiang said solemnly.
There was a look of surprise in Hua Zangying's eyes, and he cupped his hands and said: "It turns out it's Senior Xingzhe, I'm being disrespectful."
"Flower Donor, this poor monk has made a special trip to pick you up. Let's go, everyone is waiting for you at Tianjue Pavilion." The white-robed monk named Quxingzhe said with a pleasant smile.
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One of the five continents of the Holy City in the Eastern Region, the Snow Tribulation Continent.
The 31st City District is located on the northwest border of the Snow Tribulation Continent, close to the pole, and is covered by ice and snow all year round. Although it is located in the Holy City of the Eastern Region, it is extremely desolate, with thousands of mountains and mountains covered in snow.
A secret stronghold of the Black Market is built underground in the 31st City District. Non-core members of the Black Market Yipintang will never know where this place is.
That day, Murong Yue was attacked and the sacred stone was taken away. She only managed to escape with the help of a life-saving escape talisman, and then hid here to recuperate.
She sat cross-legged on a holy jade bed, with her upper body exposed, and her skin was as white and flawless as gelatin. However, under her right shoulder, there was a bloody hole the size of a wine glass.
From the blood cave, black mist is constantly escaping, spreading in all directions like a winding horned dragon.
An extremely evil force invaded her body, and the wound never healed, but tended to get worse.
"Wow!"
A mouthful of dark red holy blood spat out from her mouth.
The ground made a chirping sound and corroded a pit half a foot in diameter.
"The powerful magic power has been corroded by my extreme Yin body and cannot be refined. If it were a Holy King with another body, I am afraid that he would have perished long ago and turned into a pool of pus and blood."
A figure appeared in Murong Yue's mind.
That figure was extremely thin, with a face as white as paper, and iron chains wrapped around his body, like a zombie.
That person pointed his finger in the air, breaking all her defenses and injuring her.
In the past few years, Murong Yue did not compete for the position of the leader of the first-class hall in the black market. Instead, she was taken to an awakening divine land by a mysterious man in advance. She was given the supreme opportunity and her cultivation level advanced by leaps and bounds, reaching the level of the Seven-step Holy King.
But even so, he was still vulnerable to the strong men from the heavenly realm.
She felt powerless and quite lost.
"Am I really the chosen one? Why can't I do anything in this chaotic world?"
Murong Yue thought of what the mysterious man said when he took her to awaken the divine land: "You are the chosen one. Whether the Kunlun world can rise again, you will bear an important responsibility."
What is a chosen one?
Chosen by whom?
Who is that mysterious man?
Murong Yue's heart was full of doubts. The other party didn't tell her anything. He just asked her to be born and experience, to hone herself in the troubled times, to forge the immortal body as soon as possible, and to achieve the title of Great Sage.
"After all, it is difficult to cultivate a truly strong person by pushing the young to encourage others. Only through hard work step by step can the future have unlimited possibilities. However, there is no other way but to do this. There is not much time left for Kunlun."
Murong Yue knew in her heart that she was one of the cultivators who had been overthrown. She might really play a role at an important moment, but she was by no means a powerful person.
To encourage growth is to invest in potential.
The people who truly determine the future of Kunlun must be those who practice hard step by step.
"Boom."
Suddenly, the underground chamber shook violently, and formation inscriptions appeared on the stone wall.
Murong Yue's expression changed, and she immediately grabbed a layer of black gauze from the air, wrapped it around her exquisite and delicate body, stood up suddenly, and entered a fighting state.
An old man in black robe broke into Murong Yue's recuperation place, his face changed with shock: "Girl, there are Saint King realm experts who are storming the stronghold. The defensive formation of the stronghold may not last long."
"Catching up so quickly?"
Murong Yue knew that she was no match for the pursuer, so she took out an ancient artifact brought from the Awakening Divine Land and prepared to activate it and escape again.
The ancient artifact was shaped like a crescent moon, emitting a cyan luster, with a faint divine power emanating from it.
"Boom."
A terrifying shock wave penetrated the defensive formation of the stronghold, and the sky collapsed.
There were screams one after another from the ground. The black market monks in this secret stronghold suffered heavy casualties. Many of them were bombarded by the shock wave and turned into blood and mud, and their bones were turned into powder.
That power was so cold that it not only shattered the earth, but also froze it for hundreds of miles. Its power was extremely astonishing.
"Girl, run away...ah..."
The old man in black robe standing in front of Murong Yue was frozen by the cold air and turned into an ice sculpture in front of Murong Yue's eyes.
Murong Yue's eyes showed a light as cold as a sword, and she shouted: "You are going too far to bully others."
In the sky above the black market stronghold, a tall and thin man with iron chains wrapped around his body and a face as pale as paper was holding a silver bowl, condensing the full power of Liu Yao and preparing to launch a second wave of attacks.
This person's name is Bai Yuejun, he is the senior brother of one of the Six Ultimates of the Netherworld Temple, the "Travelling Man". It has been a thousand years since he entered the realm of the Nine-step Saint King, and he has accumulated a lot of money. He is an old monster who has lived for nearly two thousand years.
"Wow——"
A green moon broke out of the ground and slashed at him.
Bai Yuejun chuckled and let Qingyue slash at him.
Bai Yuejun's body broke apart and turned into a white robe, which actually wrapped the green moon.
The next moment, Bai Yuejun's figure appeared in another location.
"Wow."
The chains on his body flew out and entangled Baipao and Qingyue, dragging them to their sides and suppressing them tightly.
Murong Yue flew out from the bottom of the broken earth, holding up a demon moon above her head. Immediately, the vast demonic energy enveloped the world. She formed seals with her hands, trying to take back the Qingyue Ancient Artifact.
Bai Yuejun's suppression of the cyan ancient artifacts did not seem to be an easy task, and he said: "I didn't expect that there is a young master like you in the Kunlun world, who is more powerful than the several realms that Queen Chi Yao has shown to the public."
Feng Chengdao stepped out of the void, appeared behind Murong Yue, and said with a smile: "She is a very yin body, and she practices the "Tianmo Stone Carvings" on the "Taiyi Divine Skills List". She is definitely the secret of a big shot in the Kunlun world.
Cultivated dark chess.”
Bai Yuejun laughed and said: "The extremely yin body is good. I happen to also have a yin-cold body, so I can catch her and take it for a long time. If I plunder her, I may not be able to help me achieve the title of great sage."
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Bai Yuejun's potential has been exhausted. Under normal circumstances, it is impossible to make any progress, and he will stop at the realm of the Nine-Step Saint King throughout his life.
However, the appearance of the extremely yin body gave him hope.
Feng Chengdao smiled and said: "I don't know how many resources were spent in the Kunlun Realm to train her, and she reached the realm of the Seven-Step Saint King at a young age. If you do this, you will definitely piss off the big shots in the Kunlun Realm."
Murong Yue was attacked from both sides and fell into a desperate situation.
However, she remained calm. The blood in her body started to circulate crazily, and she used a forbidden technique that burned holy blood. The aura emanating from her body became stronger and stronger.
Feng Chengdao frowned, stopped watching, and struck Murong Yue with a fingerprint.
"Boom."
The finger strength is like a white rainbow piercing the sun, powerful and domineering.
Murong Yue waved her arm, and a shadow of the demon monument condensed out. It collided with Feng Chengdao's finger and actually blocked the blow.
"Little girl, you are so awesome!"
Bai Yuejun's eyebrows showed a strange brilliance.
Suddenly, the black mist that invaded Murong Yue's body became active. The faster the holy blood circulated, the faster the black mist invaded.
For a moment, black mist entered Murong Yue's aura, causing her consciousness to become confused.
Murong Yue knew that she could not hold on for much longer, so she thought silently in her heart: "Your Highness, where are you... You must come here quickly... Otherwise, I can only blow up the Holy Source and burn with them..."
At this moment, Murong Yue placed all her hopes on Zhang Ruochen.
Bai Yuejun let out a sharp laugh, turned into a series of afterimages, rushed in front of Murong Yue, pointed at the center of her eyebrows, and wanted to control her holy soul and accept her as a slave.
"Wow."
The space trembled.
A masked figure appeared beside Murong Yue out of thin air, and grabbed her with a flaming palm.
"Kaka."
Bai Yuejun's finger was caught.
Just when Bai Yuejun was stunned, the man wearing the mask broke his fingers, his figure became blurred, and hit him in the chest with a palm, sending him flying away.
Bai Yuejun's body struck a groove several miles long in the snow.
The man wearing the mask stared at Feng Chengdao and snorted: "It's really the Temple of the Netherworld. Anyone who dares to snatch what I want or hurt me, today I will destroy your bones and raise your ashes."