When this majestic and terrifying demonic power gradually faded away, Shushan Mountain was revealed in the mist and mist.
The area where Qiye self-destructed was like a crater, dozens of feet deep, so shocking that none of the Shushan disciples who were caught in it could survive.
Among the piled corpses, Xuan Ming tried his best to crawl out. Seeing this almost apocalyptic scene, his throat went dry and his body was trembling slightly. If he hadn't pulled several Shushan disciples to block him at the critical moment,
Before, I'm afraid there are no bones left.
His leg was injured, and the bones were visible. He limped to Elder Xuanyuan and said in a deep voice: "Elder, where is the big demon?"
Elder Xuanyuan remained silent, looked back at Elder Ye, and said, "First, bury the dead Shushan disciples, and we will also welcome the leader out of seclusion."
Xuan Ming frowned, nodded slightly, and looked around, but the half of the sword blade was gone.
At this moment, the secret realm of Shushan.
Among the clouds and mist, the outline of an ancient cave appears leisurely.
The cave is surrounded by immortal energy.
I saw half of the sword cutting through the sky, splitting the thick clouds, and finally landed in front of the cave with a sudden sound, tilting slightly toward the front, as if it had a bit of a worshiping feel.
At the same time, a not tall figure walked out of the dense immortal aura.
He was a young man of about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a childish look on his face. His rather chubby face even looked a bit cute. His facial features were regular and he was slightly chubby. He wore a light-colored hair tied around his waist.
A yellow ribbon with a simple cyan token pinned to the edge.
That is the token that the leader of Shushan carries with him.
The young man walked to half of the sword's edge, looked at the clouds in the distance, and said: "You are actually willing to give up this body, but after all, you are the last great demon in the world, how can you die so easily... The great demon enters the world
, the imperial court is in turmoil again, let me see how long you, the six-path bald donkey, can endure it."
…
call!
The scenery around him passed faster and faster, and finally turned into colorful blurred lines. Yuan Futu was in the cocoon and felt it was difficult to breathe.
This phenomenon lasted for as long as a stick of incense in Dai Viet, and then gradually returned to its original state.
Snap!
The orange-red demon cocoon began to crack. Yuan Futu separated the film with his hands and found that he was in a deep mountain forest. Under the lingering light rain, the surrounding trees were whirling and mist was lingering.
Yuan Futu raised his head and let the rain splash on his face. Then he felt a little more awake. Looking out of the corner of his eye, he could see those suspended mountain peaks in the distance.
"Finally escaped."
This place is almost a hundred miles away from Shushan Mountain. Demon King Qiye used his secret magic to get him here, but it was already extremely difficult.
"I wonder how he is doing now."
Yuan Futu was a little worried. He was besieged by so many people in Qiye, especially with that deadly immortal weapon. It would be extremely difficult to escape.
"Forget it, I don't think so much. The plan for now is to escape from this place as soon as possible. Since Xuan Ming recognizes me, he will never give up. I can't go back, otherwise it will only make Tianxuan Sword Sect the target of public criticism. Sigh...
..." Yuan Futu sighed and couldn't help but shook his head.
He must set off as soon as possible, otherwise the people from Shushan will chase him sooner or later, lest the target is too big and easy to find, so Yuan Futu did not choose to fly with a sword, but walked through the deep mountains and old forests on foot.
Along the way, Yuan Futu had heavy thoughts. He only felt that in this imperial world, his own strength was too small. Even if he understood the Jiying Sword, even if he tried his best to reach the realm of returning to the void, he still could not control anything.
"I need time and must speed up my practice. Jian Twelve once said that my heaven and earth Dharma is the king of Dharma. If I can condense it, I won't be able to fight against those big shots, but at least I won't be defeated by Xuan Ming's level of cultivation.
The hunter will kill you!"
Yuan Futu thought to himself and couldn't help but clenched his fists. At this time, several breaths came from the front.
Wearing a purple shirt, she stands tall and graceful, beautiful and unique.
"It's her?!" Yuan Futu's eyes widened, but he didn't expect to meet Yun Mengxuan here.
Her face was pale and there were red spots on her purple shirt. She was obviously seriously injured. Behind her, several elite disciples of the Shushan Sect were chasing after her. Their flying swords were flashing and they were about to kill her on the spot.
Yun Mengxuan swallowed the blood in her throat fiercely. She had lost ten thousand weights of the purple butterfly. Only the "Poseidon Art" still had some power, but now she was seriously injured, her true energy had been exhausted, and her life was at risk.
"Want to run away? You will die!"
A Shushan disciple suddenly took a step forward, twisting the sword technique in his hand. The flying sword containing the true energy of the Void Realm immediately penetrated a century-old tree and stabbed directly into Yun Mengxuan's back.
Yun Mengxuan bit her lip tightly, holding the water-dividing bead in her hand that seemed more important than her life.
At this moment, a vermilion sword light struck, and the sword intent was fierce and fierce.
With a cry and a collision, the Shushan disciple took two steps back. When he took a closer look, Yuan Futu had appeared in front of Yun Mengxuan.
"How are you?" Yuan Futu's tone was a little cold. After all, at that critical moment, Yun Mengxuan used herself to escape, and she didn't even think about her own life or death.
Yun Mengxuan, who was extremely weak, looked at Yuan Futu with a hint of shock on her face, but she was able to hold on until now, obviously relying on her huge willpower, so she even fainted without saying a word.
Yuan Futu frowned slightly.
Standing in front of him were three Shushan disciples, two Huanxu and a Dharma God.
"Who are you?"
Yuan Futu had given up his appearance as a disciple of the Sea King Island Master and returned to his true form. No wonder they couldn't recognize him.
"You dare to stop our Shushan sect from arresting people, don't you want to live?" A disciple said angrily, and the flying sword made a clanging sound and was extremely sharp.
Yuan Futu narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking that it was these Taoist priests who almost forced him to death in Shushan. His anger suddenly rose and he shouted: "You are the ones who are going to die!"
With this anger, the Zhuhuang Sword suddenly trembled, and the sword intent spread out, covering an area of several dozen feet in radius.
In an instant, those dense and vigorous ancient trees suddenly cracked open. The cracks were flat and seemed to have been cut by sharp weapons. From the trunk to the branches and leaves, it seemed that they were being strangled by endless sword intent.
At the same time, small wounds also appeared on the bodies of those disciples.
"Oops, activate the sword formation!"
The three disciples used their sword skills at the same time to form a defense in front of them, struggling to withstand Yuan Futu's world-drenching wrathful sword.
Although Yuan Futu is still in the Void Realm, he possesses the "Tianxuan Sword Art" and the god-level spiritual treasure, which is enough to be invincible in the same realm, so he does not have any scruples, stimulating the few remaining true energy in his body to continuously strengthen his anger.