Seeing the man she loved most disappear in front of her, Feng Yue screamed and burst into tears.
Bei Gongxian and every Xingluo member were all extremely frightened and angry. They never thought that Chen Xuanzhen would die one day.
"Give me back Old Chen!"
In the collapsed earth below, a great demon of heaven and earth with fiery eyes and violent aura suddenly flew out from the entrance of a certain secret realm. He swept across the void with a stick and hit the head of the Holy King of the Tomb of the Underworld.
The Holy King of the Tomb of the Underworld was shocked, why did another monster-level existence suddenly appear?
If this stick was to be intercepted forcefully...the surrounding space was as solid as ice. The Holy King of the Underworld Tomb knew that he could not dodge it no matter what, so he could only block it forcefully by holding the Underworld Carving Knife horizontally.
Amidst the shocking explosion, blood surged from the body of the Holy King of the Tomb of the Underworld, and the wound expanded again.
He let out a violent roar that shook the heaven and earth, and looked at the person with extremely cold eyes. It was the great monkey King Ape Wufeng who had just come out of the secret realm.
At this moment, Yuan Wufeng's body was filled with demonic aura that was swirling and rolling endlessly. He had obviously broken through the twelfth level of the Holy Order, which was equivalent to the Holy Taoist Realm.
However, the demon race has always been more powerful than the human monks of the same level, and the terrifying aura of Yuan Wufeng is more powerful than that of at least three of the king's Seven Nether Blades, and it is still rising.
"Are you his pure-blood descendant?
No..." The Holy King of the Tomb of the Underworld suddenly remembered something, and a trace of fear appeared in his eyes.
Throughout the ages, there has never been a saint-level person who could make the Holy King fearful.
But Yuan Wufeng did it.
"You killed the Evil Emperor Chen Xuan, didn't you?"
Yuan Wufeng couldn't believe that Chen Xuan was dead. He wanted to hear the confession from the Holy King of the Underworld.
The Holy King of the Underworld Tomb said indifferently: "If you don't surrender to the Immortal Burial, you will die. The Evil Emperor Chen Xuan is a great man of his generation. Although this Holy King cannot bear to kill him, since he stubbornly resists to the end, it is no wonder that I am ruthless. "
"You are the holy king who controls the avenue of death. You must have a way to resurrect Chen Xuan!"
Feng Yue's eyes were red and she asked with a hint of extreme madness.
The Holy King of the Tomb of the Underworld laughed and continued to laugh wildly: "My path is completely contrary to that of the Holy King of Life. If the Holy King of Life is resurrected, perhaps the Evil Emperor can be saved. Unfortunately, the Holy King of Life has been dead for seven epochs."
"Then you can stay and be buried with Chen Xuan."
Bei Gongxian's voice had never been so cold, and the other Xingluo members were also filled with murderous intent and extreme resentment.
"You, the peerless geniuses of the Seventh Era, are all beings beyond your time. It seems that this Holy King must pay more attention to the Seventh Era after returning. You are worthy of being remembered by this Holy King."
As soon as he finished speaking, the Holy King of the Underworld held the Seal of Death, and the surrounding space quickly collapsed and became blurry.
"Don't even think about escaping!"
Yuan Wufeng took action in advance and swept past with one strike.
The power of the Holy Seal was activated, ignoring the various top principles inspired by Yuan Wufeng and Bei Gongxian, and instantly sent the Holy King of the Underworld to the endless and distant depths of the starry sky.
Jin Helan immediately activated his magical power of positioning in the void, and immediately his expression froze.
"Can't lock it?"
Jian Zhou's eyes were dark.
Jin Helan shook his head: "It's too far away, at least ten light years away."
No one expected that the Holy King of the Underworld could escape so quickly, and that the Holy King's power was indeed almost omnipotent.
With extreme grief and anger in their hearts, Yuan Wufeng and the eight masters of Xingluo looked at the King's Seven Underworld Blades and the army of hundreds of thousands of buried soldiers with serious eyes.
A killing spree began.
With Yuan Wufeng joining the battle, the King's Seven Dark Blades could no longer resist, and were almost destroyed, along with hundreds of thousands of corpses, and the sky was stained with blood.
Feng Yue paused in mid-air, still unable to accept the fact that Chen Xuan was dead.
Jin Helan, Mu Feiping and Fu Sheng, the three female members of Xingluo flew over to comfort her, but the effect was not very good.
"Maybe Chen Xuan did not die, but escaped in some way. Miss Feng Yue, have you forgotten that Chen Xuan has eight pagodas, Si unlike and Yuncheng?"
"But... Chen Xuan couldn't use it at the last moment. The power of the Holy King of the Underworld has locked the time and space avenue."
Feng Yue couldn't lie to herself, that was the Holy King.
Bei Gongxian calmed down his grief and flew over to comfort him: "The sword of the Holy King of the Underworld annihilated the void and cut Chen Xuan into nothingness. We can't see Chen Xuan's last actions. Maybe he had other ways to escape."
"Then you should be able to sense Chen Xuan. You can use the Star Luo Ring to contact him. And won't Chen Xuan fly back on his own, riding Yun Cheng?"
Feng Yue shook her head vigorously.
Her words made the Xingluo members fall silent.
Indeed, the possibility of Chen Xuan surviving is too small.
It's not like they haven't tried to contact him using the Star Luo Ring or other methods.
There was silence in the sky for a while, with only the sound of the sky wind, as if singing a funeral song for Chen Xuan.
"It's all my fault for not coming out of the secret realm in time!"
Yuan Wufeng blamed himself endlessly.
Fu Sheng wiped her tears and suddenly thought of something: "What did the last words of the Holy King of the Underworld mean?"
"Which sentence?
The Holy King of the Underworld seems to be saying go to hell, that is the real hell."
Qisha recited it again and didn't think anything was wrong.
These words sounded so normal, and they meant sending Chen Xuan off to the road to hell.
Tiansha thought for a while and said: "If combined with the death path of the Holy King of the Underworld, these words may have a deeper meaning."
When Feng Yue heard this, her originally dull beautiful eyes suddenly lit up.
As long as there is one chance in a billion, she will choose to believe that Chen Xuan is still alive.
Back then, the six sisters were burned to death by the Spring and Autumn Reincarnation Flame, and their chance of being reborn was only one in 1,400,605.
Although Tiansha's analysis still has a strong flavor of self-humiliation.
"In that case, let's go find the Holy King of the Underworld and ask him where the real hell is!"
Ling Han was the most straightforward person among the members of Xingluo. He immediately set his goal and found the lair of the Immortal Burial.
At this time, Mu Feiping noticed that someone else was flying up from the collapsed Taoyuan Homeland.
"It's Qiye Shengjun. We can ask him if he can still sense Chen Xuan's aura."
When everyone heard this, their eyes lit up.
They all know that Qiye and Chen Xuan share the source of magic. No one knows better than Qiye whether Chen Xuan is dead or not.
Qiye flew to the crowd with Yue Qingying with an apologetic look on his face. It was obvious that he understood what happened.
"Miss Feng Yue, I'm sorry, I can't use my original power right now."
"It doesn't matter, Qiye, just tell me if Chen Xuan is still alive?"
Feng Yue looked at Qiye's face expectantly.
Under the eyes of everyone with great hope, Qiye remained silent for a moment, and said seriously: "I can't sense Chen Xuan's existence through the stigmata. It seems that everything about Chen Xuan has been completely wiped out in the world."
Hearing these words, Feng Yue's heart trembled and she almost couldn't stand.
