The light emanating from the Phoenix Nest is getting dimmer and dimmer.
In the sea of fire, the medium-level pure annihilation divine fire has dissipated, and the temperature of the flame is rapidly dropping. 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 streak of blood and rushed out of the sea of fire. The blood armor of the Hundred Saints on his body was burnt into a golden red, extremely hot, with sparks coming out. He looked back and saw that the huge Phoenix Nest was in the process of burning out the divine fire.
Below, it burst into flames, the flames soaring into the sky, gorgeous and beautiful.
The huge fireball looked like a phoenix in its rebirth.
"With the Phoenix Nest turned into ashes, the glorious era of the Ice and Fire Phoenix has completely become a thing of the past. The Ancestral Spirit Realm, a world that once gave birth to hundreds of millions of living beings and endless civilizations, is afraid that it will completely disappear into the universe and become a
A passage on the pages of history.”
"The gods are all dead. The great saints are all reduced to ashes. Who else in this world has left behind a complete skeleton?"
"On this land, there used to be so many heroic figures who could sing and cry, how many loves and hates, how many talented people and beauties... But now there is only desolation and ruin."
Zhang Ruochen was filled with emotions and felt a little depressed. He couldn't help but want to ask, "When will this world full of killing and destruction end?"
No one can give him the answer, not even God.
Zhang Ruochen looked far into the distance and saw the ninety-nine holy mountains surrounding the Phoenix Nest. The sky was dark and the earth was dark. The sound of fighting continued to be heard, and strong fluctuations of holy power spread throughout the world.
"When I entered the Phoenix Nest, the battle between the Shatuo Seven Realms and the Rakshasa Clan should have already broken out." Zhang Ruochen took a deep breath, put away the dull emotions in his heart, and tightened his grip on the Shen Yuan Ancient Sword again.
Zhang Ruochen hates killing, but if he doesn't pick up the sword in his hand to kill, he will only be killed.
The holy energy in his body circulated violently, and immediately, Zhang Ruochen spread a pair of dragon wings on his back, flew out of the sea of fire, released his spiritual power, and contacted the magic sound.
Demonic Sound hid near the sea of fire, and because he carried twelve Buddhist beads that could mask his aura, he was not discovered by anyone.
"Meet the master."
Moyin 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 merit book wall was still there, he breathed a sigh of relief and asked: "Princess Rakshasa, Young Master Lingquan, Chu Siyuan, Jiuyou Sword Master..."
, how long did it take for them to leave the Phoenix Nest."
"They left one after another half an hour ago..."
A look of doubt appeared on Moyin's charming face, and he added: "Jiuyou Sword Master seems to have obtained some incredible treasure. Young Master Lingquan and a large number of first-class marquis are chasing him."
"Oh, there is such a thing."
Zhang Ruochen's heart condensed and he shook his head slightly and said: "Jiuyou Sword Master may not have obtained the important treasure. Young Lord Lingquan may be chasing him because he wants to take back the purple sacred stone."
Although Jiuyou Sword Master lost the purple sacred stone to Zhang Ruochen, Lingquan Shaojun did not know this.
Perhaps because a large number of strong men from the Rakshasa tribe went to hunt down the Nine Nether Sword Master, the area beside the sea of fire was relatively peaceful. Only occasionally, a few Rakshasa marquises who flew high into the sky discovered Zhang Ruochen and the demons.
Yin's figure was shot dead by Zhang Ruochen immediately.
Half a quarter of an hour later, Zhang Ruochen and Moyin climbed to the top of Qifeng Holy Mountain and looked towards the other side of the holy mountain.
Suddenly, both of them felt a violent shock in their hearts, and they couldn't help but gasp.
It was too shocking and too tragic.
The world where the ninety-nine holy mountains are located has been turned into a wasteland. Countless Rakshasa marquises and saints from the Seven Realms of Shatuo are fighting constantly. The sound of killing breaks through the sky, but the ground is full of corpses.
.
The corpses of Marquis Rakshasa, the corpses of wild beasts, the corpses of humans...
The mountains and rivers were dyed red with blood, and the formation inscriptions densely covered in the holy mountains had long been wiped away. The spirits and resentments of the saints soared into the sky and turned into a black evil cloud.
Saints are the top beings in any big world, but here they continue to fall, beaten to pieces, broken into pieces, and their souls scattered.
"Ouch."
A half-step holy king from the Great Demonic Shifang Realm let out a long roar, and the demonic energy rushed out of his body and turned into a demonic cloud. His body continued to expand and became hundreds of feet tall.
"Boom."
The half-step holy king had a head with double horns and a body like a demonic bull. He galloped freely and charged into the army of Rakshasa Marquis. He trampled countless Rakshasa Marquises into bloody mud.
Unfortunately, there were too many Marquis Rakshasa, and more than a thousand holy weapons bombarded him at the same time, severely injuring him. His body, which was hundreds of feet tall, fell heavily to the ground.
A first-class marquis with a full head of red hair slashed with his sword, cut off the head of the half-step holy king, and swallowed it directly into his belly.
The other Marquises of Rakshasa were like locusts, swarming up and surrounding the body of the Half-Step Holy King.
After a while, only a white skeleton was left lying on the bloody ground.
The half-step holy king who was alive and well just a moment ago became the prey of Marquis Rakshasa in the next moment.
Scenes like this are constantly happening in the ninety-nine holy mountains. No matter how strong your cultivation is, you will always be dead when you are besieged by a large number of powerful people.
"This battle has lasted for at least one day."
Zhang Ruochen made this judgment based on the extent of damage to the ninety-nine holy mountains and the number of dead bodies on the ground.
On a battlefield not far from Qifeng Holy Mountain, the battle was particularly fierce. Among them, a rather old figure attracted Zhang Ruochen's attention.
It is none other than the Nine Nether Sword Saint.
There are seven to eight hundred Rakshasa Marquises chasing Jiuyou Sword Saint, and each one of them is a first-class strong man. Among them, the dozens of figures chasing at the front are especially powerful and vigorous Xiesha
The energy spurted out from their bodies, making them look like evil gods.
"The Nine Nether Sword Master was actually being chased by dozens of first-class marquises. Moreover, there were more powerful Rakshasa tribesmen coming continuously. It seems that they were not just trying to recapture the purple sacred stone." Demonic Sound
said.
The robes on Jiuyou Sword Master's body were soaked with blood, and he felt indescribably depressed.
First, he was severely injured by Zhang Ruochen, a 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 marquis from the Rakshasa tribe rushed out and shouted at him to kill him.
You know, traveling with him are Jiutian Xuannv and Chu Siyuan.
But the strong men of the Rakshasa tribe recognized him, and the top strong men all attacked him. Only the marquis with weaker cultivations attacked Jiutian Xuannv and Chu Siyuan.
"Do you really think that I am a soft persimmon and you only pick on me?"?
Jiuyou Sword Master was such an arrogant person. He was so arrogant at first. He had nine swords per person and fought against hundreds of Rakshasa Marquises. However, those Rakshasa Marquises showed no fear. The ones in front were killed, and those behind them were killed.
He rushed up again.
As Marquis Rakshasa has more and more masters, no matter how strong the Jiuyou Sword Master is, he cannot withstand it and has to run away with his sword. After all, once surrounded, even with his cultivation level, he will probably be suppressed.
kill.
"Kill, if the princess orders this person to be killed, he can be crowned king."
"I want to be crowned king, who will help me to inspire the perfect power of Eryao of the Thousand-Edged Sword?"
"Use the Wuji Blood Map to kill him."
…
Dozens of first-class marquises were quite crazy. In order to be crowned king, their eyes were red and they roared loudly. They stared at the Jiuyou Sword Master who was fleeing in front, as if they were looking at another naked person.
Stunning beauty.
In addition, the second-class marquis and third-class marquis also screamed and rushed over from all directions.
There is no way around it, the temptation of "becoming a king" is too great, it means that in the future you can be superior to all the marquises, you can get more advanced cultivation books, more fiefdoms...etc.
"Pfft."
Jiuyou Sword Master used the Chiyang Sword Technique and struck out with one sword, penetrating the body of a first-class marquis and beating him to pieces.
However, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a blood map pressed down above his head.
Not far away, five first-class marquises 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, a brilliant and frightening force.
, burst out from the holy sword.
The Nine Nether Sword Master cried out in agony, and quickly broke out as fast as he could, escaping into the distance.
"Boom."
The power of the Infinite Blood Map and the Thousand-Blade Knife bombarded and shattered a holy mountain into half. The earth within a thousand miles radius was shaking, and the ground was filled with chaotic fluctuations of holy power.
The Jiuyou Sword Master rushed out from the thick dust, his hair was covered with blood, his robes were in tatters, and he kept vomiting blood from his mouth, but he still had to run forward quickly.
"He's not dead yet. Continue to attack and kill me. If you want to see someone alive, you will see a corpse if you die."
"We can't let him escape, I want to make him king."
"We have set up a thousand-star formation outside the ninety-nine holy mountains. The saints from the Seven Realms of Shatuo cannot escape."
…
The masters of the Rakshasa clan rushed out like a tide and continued to hunt down the Nine Nether Sword Master.
The saints from the Seven Realms of Shatuo all looked at each other, not knowing why this happened. However, as long as the Jiuyou Sword Saint rushed towards them, they would immediately avoid it.
The Jiuyou Sword Master at this moment is no different from the Sangmen Star. Anyone who dares to approach him will undoubtedly be attacked and killed by a large number of powerful Rakshasa Marquises.
"What kind of evil thing did Jiuyou Sword Master do? How did he make those Marquis Rakshasa so angry?"
"That sword cultivator in Kunlun Realm must have received the inheritance of the Ice and Fire Phoenix. It's really enviable."
On the top of Qifeng Holy Mountain, Zhang Ruochen was a little surprised. He couldn't help but touch his chin with his fingers and said: "For a piece of purple sacred stone, you won't cause such a big disturbance, right? Could it be that Jiuyou Sword Master is really in the Phoenix Nest?
What kind of unique treasure did you get? How could this old guy be so lucky?"
If the purple divine stone was really so important, Lingquan Shaojun would not have abandoned it and fled for his life that day, so Zhang Ruochen had such a guess.