Sikong Qiyu was so frightened that he lost his mind. The moment Shi Shenhong restrained Zhuo Wen, he spread out his body skills and tried his best to escape into the distance.
After Sanhuo Zhenjing's offensive failed, he knew that he would never have the chance to kill Shi Shenhong.
Boom!
A terrifying sound resounded from the space to the side of Sikong Qiyu, and then the space collapsed, and a powerful divine spear flew towards the vital part of Sikong Qiyu's ribs at an extremely tricky angle.
Sikong Qiyu's pupils shrank, he took mysterious steps with his feet, and barely dodged the magic spear.
The divine spear passed by his side, and then under Sikong Qiyu's unbelievable gaze, the divine spear swiped violently, and the gun barrel hit Sikong Qiyu's ribs heavily.
Poof!
Sikong Qiyu spat out a mouthful of blood and flew out sideways in a panic. The terrifying spear intent penetrated into his body like maggots, destroying all the meridians in his body wantonly.
A palm suddenly grasped the handle of the magic gun, and then the space shattered, and Shi Shenhong's arrogant figure stepped out.
"I am a person who cherishes talents. If you were not from the Si family, I would have spared your life!"
Having said this, Shi Shenhong sighed with regret and continued: "It's a pity that you are from the Si family, so you must die!"
boom!
As soon as he finished speaking, Shi Shenhong's eyes were filled with murderous intent. He stepped forward with his right foot, and numerous shadows overlapped in the air. Before the shadows disappeared, he appeared in front of Sikong Qiyu.
Sikong Qiyu sighed lightly, he knew that he would not be able to escape death today.
Since he must die eventually, he would rather die in battle.
Keng!
A biting cold light rose up and broke through the sky. Sikong Qiyu pulled out the magic sword, with fighting intent in his eyes and the light of the sword flashing.
"Useless resistance!"
A look of ridicule flashed in Shi Shenhong's eyes, and the magic gun flew out of his hand. The shadow of the gun flickered, showing great power.
Just a clanging sound was heard, swords and guns collided, and dazzling fire burst out in the void. Layers of invisible energy ripples spread in all directions in a circular direction.
With Shi Shenhong's divine spear in hand, he launched an aggressive attack with mighty power, like an invincible god.
Sikong Qiyu resisted almost desperately, using all his strength, but all the heavy sword intentions he swung were easily resolved by Shi Shenhong.
Sikong Qiyu sadly discovered that the gap between him and Shi Shenhong was too big.
Not only is the difference in actual cultivation level, but also in the artifacts they hold.
Sikong Qiyu's divine sword is only a Heaven-breaking sixth-order artifact, while Shi Shenhong's divine spear is a Heaven-breaking seventh-order artifact. The two are not at the same level at all.
Click!
The two fought for hundreds of rounds. Suddenly, the magic sword in Sikong Qiyu's hand made a heart-stopping sound. Then Sikong Qiyu was horrified to find that there were countless cracks on the surface of his magic sword.
These cracks were as messy and dense as a spider web, and they continued to spread around the blade like living creatures. Finally, with a crisp sound, the magic sword collapsed and broke into countless metal pieces.
Shi Shenhong laughed ferociously, his right hand holding the gun suddenly tightened, and then with a flick of his wrist, the magic gun swept across and hit Sikong Qiyu's chest.
Poof!
Sikong Qiyu spat out a mouthful of blood. His chest was dented several inches, and he fell awkwardly from the air. After breaking several mountain peaks, he finally fell on his back in a valley.
Shi Shenhong landed in the valley with an expressionless face, silently looking at Sikong Qiyu lying in the middle of the valley.
Sikong Qiyu also looked at Shi Shenhong silently, with despair and resentment in his eyes.
"Sikong Qiyu, your biggest failure is that you cooperated with Zhuo Wen, the ant, and exposed your identity prematurely!" Shi Shenhong said indifferently.
"The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit, there is nothing to say!" After Sikong Qiyu said this, he closed his eyes silently.
He had accepted his fate and lurked for nearly ten thousand years just to kill Shi Shenhong.
But after today, he has lost all opportunities and will not even be able to save his life.
Shi Shenhong's face was expressionless. Divine power surged from his right palm, manifesting a magical rope that completely tied up Sikong Qiyu.
Shi Shenhong picked up Sikong Qiyu and left the valley.
After a while, he came to Zhuo Wen's place again.
Zhuo Wen was seen sitting languidly in the light shield formed by the ring. He heard the sound of Shi Shenhong's figure flashing past, and slowly raised his head, his eyes full of unwillingness.
Shi Shenhong silently looked at the slightly dim light on the surface of the eye mask, and said with a sneer: "This ring is also a seventh-level artifact that breaks the sky. In your state, you can't break it at all, so there is no need to struggle in vain."
Zhuo Wen's face was gloomy, especially when he saw the half-dead Sikong Qiyu held in Shi Shenhong's hand, a hint of despair arose in his heart.
The gap between him and Shi Shenhong is really too big. His current cultivation level is only at the middle stage of Virtual Divine Transformation, and even the cultivation level of Divine Soul is only at the Sixth Transformation.
The reason why he dared to join forces with Sikong Qiyu to deal with Shi Shenhong mainly relied on the power of the Three Fire True Mirror.
It is a pity that the Three Fire True Mirror failed in the end.
But now, he has no means at all to deal with Shi Shenhong.
Now he is the fish on Shi Shenhong's chopping board, ready to be slaughtered by him.
Seeing Zhuo Wen's silence, Shi Shenhong frowned and continued: "You don't have to pretend to be mute. If you hand over the Three Fire Mirror now, maybe I can get a lighter sentence."
Zhuo Wen sneered and remained silent. He knew that there was no point in saying anything.
Shi Shenhong snorted coldly, lifted Zhuo Wen's collar, and unceremoniously pulled off the spiritual ring from his finger.
However, after his spiritual thoughts destroyed the restrictions on the surface of the spiritual ring, his face suddenly became unsightly.
Because, he only found a small amount of chaos crystals and low-level magic medicine in the spiritual ring, but there was no trace of the Three Fire True Mirror at all.
"Tell me! Where is the Three Fire True Mirror? Huh? There is actually another universe in you?"
As Shi Shenhong spoke, he suddenly let out a soft sigh. When his mind swept over Zhuo Wen's body, he noticed something strange.
Zhuo Wen's face changed slightly. His big world has always been very hidden, and it is difficult for ordinary monks to detect it.
Could Shi Shenhong be aware of his big world?
Shi Shenhong scanned it again with his spiritual thoughts, his eyes showing a trace of mockery.
Then, Zhuo Wen saw Shi Shenhong holding a magic gun and suddenly hit him on the shoulder.
In a moment, wherever the magic gun passed, the surrounding space collapsed.
Shi Shenhong's magic gun, called the Wuji Sky-Breaking Gun, can travel through most dimensional spaces at will.
The big world in Zhuo Wen can actually be regarded as a kind of dimensional space.
With the characteristics of the Wuji Sky-Breaking Gun, it is actually not difficult to break through the dimensional space and find the big world in Zhuo Wen.
Poof!
Zhuo Wen's shoulder blade was punctured, blood spattered out, and a bright rain of blood shot up in the air and fell rustlingly.
In the big world, the slovenly Taoist sitting cross-legged by the lake seemed to be aware of it. He suddenly stood up and looked solemnly at the sky above the big world.
Daokong still had a silly smile on his face. He squatted aside as if in a daze, scribbling something on the dirt. If he looked carefully, he saw that it was simply a pattern like a ghost drawing.