Chapter 92 New hatred, old hatred, on my heart (2)
"Thank you for your courtesy."
"A great courtesy, of course, if you ask for something."
Luo Qingqing smiled and bowed to Yuan Tianluo.
"We at the Netherworld Tribulation Palace have been able to confirm that the boy is either in the Immortal Holy City or somewhere in the corridor leading here."
"Please also ask Elder Yuan to order the disciples of the Indestructible Saint Ji Sect to help us capture him alive, or kill him and send him all his blood."
Yuan Tianluo frowned. He wanted to ask something, but after thinking for a while, he shook his head and suppressed all his thoughts.
"I don't care what you want with that doll."
"However, you people from the Netherworld Tribulation Palace are not allowed to step into our territory."
"Since I have collected your things, I will naturally do my best to help you arrest the person. But if he has died somewhere, I can't care about it."
Luo Qingqing laughed easily, and her charming smile appeared again. She walked to Yuan Tianluo gently and deftly, and leaned against him gently.
"As long as you, elder, are willing to put in the effort, he will definitely not be able to escape."
"In the past few months, our Netherworld Tribulation Palace has spent countless efforts searching for information."
"There are no outsiders in other places, except here in Busha Shengji City, where there are many outsiders and the flow of people is complicated, so he can only hide here."
Yuan Tianluo snorted coldly. He clapped his hands and summoned two subordinates. He was about to give orders to arrest people in Netherworld Tribulation Palace when someone suddenly broke in in a hurry. As soon as the person entered the door, he knelt down on the ground.
The rumors about Yuan Zhengxin were described in detail by this person.
Yuan Tianluo suddenly stood up, his eyes flickering, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
Luo Qingqing laughed three times with joy. She heard Yin Xuuge's name, and Yin Xuuge actually used his real name to walk in a foreign land underground.
The strong wind howled, and Yin Xuege flew forward with Yuan Zhengxin in her right hand.
He stirred up a strong wind and swept Youquan and others forward together. The speed was extremely fast, and they were about to leave the Indestructible Holy City in front of them.
On the ground, the deacons and disciples of the Indestructible Saint Ji Sect were running with great strides, following closely behind Yin Xuuge.
The Immortal Saint Ji Sect is known for its tyranny, but it is not good at magical powers.
Unless a gold-level body is strengthened, the disciples of the Immortal Saint Sect cannot leave the ground and fly.
Among the several deacons present, some have completed the casting of the first stage of silver, which is powerful enough to destroy a mountain.
But their bodies are still as heavy as weights. They can only run on the ground and cannot fly off the ground at all.
Miao Tianjie turned around from time to time and laughed loudly at the disciples and deacons of the Immortal Saint Ji Sect who were chasing after him.
Yuan Zhengxin was held by Yin Xuege's neck, but this did not prevent him from yelling and scolding Miao Tianjie angrily.
Miao Tianjie also retorted from time to time. He and Yuan Zhengxin kept yelling at each other.
During the pursuit, dozens of figures suddenly flew up in the direction of the King's City of the Immortal Holy City. These figures, with their dazzling golden light, were like arrows coming out of their strings, shattering the air and flying towards this side at a rapid speed.
come over.
There is no trace of the freedom and grace of Taoist immortals flying in the wind. The flight of these masters of the Fusha Shengji Sect is brutal and rough, like cannonballs shattering the sky, and they are heading straight towards Yin Xuege at high speed.
Yin Xuege roared, a talisman light flashed in his palm, and the group of people flew forward a few percent faster.
The masters of the Indestructible Saint Ji Sect from behind were approaching rapidly, but Yin Xuege and the others had already rushed out of the Indestructible Saint Ji Sect and arrived in the wilderness outside the city.
"Leave Zhengxin behind and you can leave."
A majestic old man with gray hair roared in a low voice, the roar was like thunder, making the surrounding areas roar.
Youquan waved behind him, and a large river on the ground left the riverbed entirely. The huge amount of river water quickly condensed into ice, and turned into an ice dragon that roared and crashed into the pursuing soldiers of the Indestructible Saint Ji Sect.
The white-haired old man in the lead punched his face, and the air within a radius of several miles was emptied by his punch, turning into a giant fist shadow with a diameter of a hundred feet and falling on the ice dragon.
The ice dragon shattered, but the fine ice slag was piled up layer by layer, and soon turned into dozens of ice walls as thin as cicada wings, blocking the pursuers.
The white-haired old man didn't expect that the ice dragon could change like this. The flying technique of the Immortal Saint Ji Sect was rough and straightforward. He didn't have time to move and change direction, and he hit the ice wall hard with his head.
The ice wall condensed by the Youquan is extremely stiff. It is hard beyond common sense and contains the secret of the supreme laws between heaven and earth.
Although she is weak now, the quality of her ice wall is too high.
If there were a hundred peaks in front of the white-haired old man, he would have smashed them all.
But facing the ice wall of Youquan, after he smashed six layers of ice walls one after another, most of his bones had been shattered, and he was flat against the seventh layer of ice wall in an awkward manner. His face was almost covered with ice.
The wall was flattened, and a lot of blood flowed from his face.
The disciples of the Immortal Saint Ji Sect who followed the white-haired old man were in chaos. Yuan Tianluo led a dozen of his subordinates around these ice walls, leaving the white-haired old man and other disciples behind.
One sentence.
"Tian Luo, your injury is not serious. Go back and recuperate quickly."
Yuan Tianluo, who had the same status as Yuan Tianluo, trembled slightly, vomited out a mouthful of blood, and roared unwillingly. Under the protection of a group of close disciples, he fled back to the Indestructible Holy City in embarrassment.
The body-casting technique of the Busha Shengji Sect is extremely mysterious, but after all, they only received an incomplete inheritance.
They have a complete body casting method, but most of the corresponding healing secrets are lost. This leads to the disciples of the Immortal Holy Sect, the stronger they are, the stronger their bodies are, and the harder it is to get injured.
Once injured, their bodies are extremely difficult to heal and must be nursed back to health with a huge amount of rare drugs over a long period of time, otherwise they will be left with huge flaws.
Yuan Tianluo had no choice but to return to the Immortal Holy City. Now only Yuan Tianluo and his people were following behind Yin Xuuge.
Next to Yuan Tianluo, Luo Qingqing, with long hair and flowing sleeves, smiled "chichi" and followed him closely in a cloud of smoke.
While flying forward quickly, Luo Qingqing smiled happily.
"Yin Xuege, don't run away. It's so difficult to find you."
"Do you know how high the reward is on your head now? Hehe, it's very exciting."
"Senior Sister Lan Lan, how did you offend her? She actually promised that whoever can take you back is a direct descendant of the Lan family."
In this underground foreign land, I suddenly heard such a familiar voice. Yin Xuege looked back in shock.
"Luo Qingqing? Why are you here?"
Just after he screamed, Yin Xuuge suddenly woke up. His past life experience allowed him to quickly analyze the truth.
"You are also a remnant of evil spirits...you actually got into the Vinaya Sect!"
Luo Qingqing smiled easily and kept flirting with Yin Xuuge.
"The matter has come to an end. I won't hide it from you. I am the Lord of the Suzaku Order of the Netherworld Tribulation Palace."
A wisp of red smoke rushed out from the top of the head, and turned into a blazing fire when it faced the wind. In the sea of fire, a red Suzaku with dark purple eyes waved its sharp claws and slowly jumped out of the flames.
Suzakus that were tens of feet in size soared into the sky and screamed. The bird's song was sharp and high-pitched, as if it had shattered countless pieces of glass at the same time.
Youquan suddenly stopped, and Yin Xuege immediately suppressed the strong wind surrounding him.
A black mist gushes out from the brow of Youquan, and in the black mist, an unusually calm river with a hint of death and loneliness rolls past. In the surrounding air, there are large tracts of black snow condensed, rolled by invisible forces, and turned into
More than a dozen snowspouts rushed towards Suzaku high in the sky.
Luo Qingqing's silver teeth were biting secretly. She glared at Youquan and made a sharp and unpleasant cry like the Suzaku.
She hated Youquan to the extreme. Youquan's appearance, Youquan's temperament, and Youquan's purity all made her hate her to the core.
"Little woman, die!"
Luo Qingqing sneered "chichi".
"After you die, I will sell you to those villains from the Corpse Demon Sect. They will prepare your body well and pamper you!"
Luo Qingqing's vicious words made Yin Xuege feel angry. He pinched Yuan Zhengxin with one hand and formed a seal with the other. The green wood energy in his acupoints rolled and vibrated, making a loud thunderous noise. A cloud shadow flickered above everyone's heads, and nine green streaks continued.
Thunder roared down.
The black snow tornado collided with the flame-ridden Suzaku, and the Suzaku's light immediately dimmed a lot.
A large number of snow flakes were evaporated, but black snow flakes continued to breed from the air. No matter how much was evaporated, there was always an endless supply of black, biting snow flakes, like tarsal maggots clinging to Suzaku's body.
Luo Qingqing screamed sharply, purple light gushed out from the center of her eyebrows, Suzaku waved his sharp claws, his wings vibrated and stirred up flames for miles around, but he was still unable to break the black snow's confinement.
Nine rays of green thunder struck down at this moment.
Luo Qingqing screamed, several jade ornaments on her body cracked, and a layer of moist halo enveloped her whole body, blocking her from the violent thunder.
The thunder roared, and the disciples of the Indestructible Saint Ji Sect around Luo Qingqing were rushed all over the ground. Including the most powerful Yuan Tianluo, he did not dare to block the violent thunder that had never been seen in the underground foreign land.
The power.
The lightning was dazzling, and the halo formed by the talisman on Luo Qingqing's body exploded, and a small amount of thunder energy penetrated into her body through the gap.
Luo Qingqing's body spurted out a large amount of electric light, her body trembled violently, and she let out a hoarse scream.
Aoki's evil-killing god thunder is the nemesis of all evil spirits and demons.
Luo Qingqing is the master of the Suzaku Order in the Netherworld Tribulation Palace, and is being restrained by the Aoki Divine Thunder.
In the flash of lightning, large parts of Luo Qingqing's limbs were burnt and rotted, especially the head that was hit by the thunder, which was burned beyond human shape.
"Yin Xuege! You must die a happy death!"
Luo Qingqing wailed, and with a shake of her left hand, all five fingers fell off, turning into purple streamers and shooting out.
Yin Xuuge grabbed the purple light that shot out with one hand. He felt his palm shake, and his palm was forcibly pierced by the purple light.
Yuan Zhengxin suddenly howled miserably, his body twitched violently, and all five of Luo Qingqing's self-inflicted fingers sank into his vitals.
Between the eyebrows, throat, heart, and temples, Luo Qingqing's fingers turned into purple flames and burned. Yuan Zhengxin's head was burned into a ball of smoke in the blink of an eye, and his soul was burned clean.
"Yin Xuege! You dare to kill me, the son of the Holy King of the Unbroken Holy Sect!"
Yuan Tianluo roared with excitement and extinguished the thunderbolt on Luo Qingqing's body with one palm.
His hands trembled, like two heavy hammers, hitting Yin Xuege's chest hard. (To be continued...)