Chapter seven hundred and seventy-five old friends of the Infinite Sect
Mr. Yu gave an order, and six or seven of his strong men flew across all directions. The majestic pressure swept across the entire place. The sword light pierced the air, and the sword energy was everywhere. Every time a move was made, dozens of warriors died.
The cultivation level of these people is very terrifying, at least far beyond the strongest in the field, and no one dares to attack lightly.
If it must be said, the followers of the major chambers of commerce are actually strong men of the same level, but even if they had a hundred courage, they would not dare to offend the people of the Night Demon Heavenly Palace, let alone the son of the Emperor of Heaven coming in person.
"Walk!"
Zhong Zihao made a quick decision and flew with Ye Hanfeng, Zi Ling and others at high speed.
He had never expected that this good-looking battle on the Earth Ranking would evolve into such a situation. Although Night Demon Heavenly Palace's approach was too overbearing, it was also a consistent rule in the martial arts world. Without the corresponding strength, he could only endure it silently.
Be a man with your tail on your tail.
At this moment, countless people were swarming away in all directions, while the few strong men from the Heavenly Ranking tried their best to intercept and kill them.
Of course, because there are too many warriors who come to Nanyuan to watch, this killing is destined not to save everyone's life. Whether they can escape and ascend to heaven depends on everyone's luck.
"call out!"
A strong man with a horse face flashed over, holding out a seven-star claw of the sun in his hand. Driven by the source of power, it rose up against the storm and turned into a sky-covering giant claw that was more than ten feet long and swept out.
"Puff puff puff!"
The ground roared and the void trembled. At least nearly a hundred of the warriors who fled in this direction were killed by this blow.
"Boohoo!"
Just at this moment, Zhong Zihao and others emerged through the billowing smoke. The horse-faced warrior had a ferocious smile on his face: "You want to escape from me, but you are just dreaming!"
After saying this, the seven-star claws of the great sun turned upside down, exuding overwhelming pressure, and fell from the sky again, covering the heads of several people.
"Fire spirit, ice spirit, hold on to me!"
Feeling this heaven-destroying momentum, Zhong Zihao knew that he could not resist, so he tore out his hand and used it, and a space crack about ten feet wide suddenly appeared next to him.
And he reached out with both hands, grabbed Ye Hanfeng and Zi Ling on the shoulders, and then threw himself into the crack in space and disappeared.
"Um?"
The horse-faced warrior was startled for a moment, and then he poured out monstrous anger. His majestic soul power swept away, only to see that the few people just now had appeared hundreds of feet away.
Just as he was about to chase him out, a message suddenly sounded in his ears: "Forget it, let them go!"
The horse-faced warrior stopped, stepped in front of Master Yu, and asked in confusion: "Master, why do you want to let these people go?"
"What that person just displayed seems to be a magical power unique to the ethereal body. Perhaps he is someone from the Heavenly Palace of Nothingness."
Mr. Yu looked calm. In fact, in his eyes, it didn't matter whether all the people here were killed. They were just trying to vent their anger and intimidate the so-called strong men on the ground list.
"By the way, let's pass this news to the Void Heavenly Palace later and let them know that they owe me, the Night Demon Heavenly Palace, a favor." Mr. Yu thought for a moment and then said.
"Yes, sir!"
The horse-faced warrior nodded, turned around and rushed in the other direction, killing the other fleeing warriors.
There were constant roars in the sky, and the ground rolled endlessly, and soon it was a scene of thousands of ravines. What was left in place were only panicked and helpless screams, and countless broken limbs.
This was a crazy massacre. Among the warriors present, whether they were powerful warriors on the ground list or warriors watching the battle, almost all were buried in Tianyuan. Even if there were a few warriors who escaped with their lives, the number was not worth mentioning.
Zhong Zihao and the others were still flying past, with no time to look back, especially Ye Hanfeng, who was still in shock and had nothing else on his mind except running for his life.
Bing Ling remained as indifferent as ever and was not affected by this incident, while Fire Ling's eyes erupted with anger. If it weren't for his lack of strength, he would have wanted to go back and burn all those people to ashes.
It wasn't until they had escaped for more than a hundred miles and no one from Ye Motian was chasing them that they slowed down a little.
"Boohoo!"
At this moment, there was a sudden sound of breaking through the air, and two figures flew from the side and behind, one after the other. When passing by a few people, they turned their heads and stared at them for a few times. However, they did not dare to stay longer and immediately turned around.
direction, fly out to the other side.
It can be seen that these two people are also survivors who escaped from Tianyuan. They are also afraid of being chased by Ye Motian's people. How can they dare to delay at this moment? They can't wait to increase their speed by one point.
"Huh? Let's chase!"
The moment Zhong Zihao saw the two of them, an uncontrollable chill was released in his eyes. Without any hesitation, he took the lead and chased them in the direction of them.
"What's going on?"
Ye Hanfeng was greatly puzzled. This was a critical moment to escape. The fewer people there were, the safer it was. He was really puzzled by Zhong Zihao's actions.
"Go kill someone first!"
The voice that answered him was as cold as a knife, and there was a hint of hatred to the core.
Seeing that something was wrong, Ye Hanfeng stopped asking any more questions.
As for Huo Ling and Zi Ling, they all became excited when they heard that they were going to kill people. They had just been forced to flee by the strong men from the Tianbang, and now they were looking for a target to vent their anger on.
However, they don't understand where Zhong Zihao's hatred comes from?
Because, among the two people just now, one of them was actually a deacon of Wuliang Sect. Thinking of that bloody feud, how could he suppress the fire of ignorance.
When he came to Jiutian World at the beginning of the year, in order to cure Murong Wan's Taoist injury, Zhong Zihao carried her to Wuliang Sect for help, but it was Elder Sun who met him.
Elder Sun did not show up for several days on the pretext of asking for instructions from the sect master. He only asked a deacon to cheat the two of them, and that deacon was one of the people who escaped just now.
That incident was entirely due to Elder Sun's greed. Not only did it delay Murong Wan's recovery time, but after the two men discovered the treacherous plot, they were framed for stealing the Wuliang Sect's dragon crystal and hunted down the two men.
Although in the end, Elder Sun and others were killed by Hua Yuqin, it did not mean that the matter was over.
Zhong Zihao once secretly swore that when he was strong enough, he would uproot the Wuliang Sect.
At the moment, he has not even reached the realm of divine cultivation, so naturally he cannot do anything to the Infinite Sect. However, since he bumped into this deacon, he should charge some interest, so he must not let it go.
"Whoosh..."
Everyone was moving very fast, and the two people in front quickly noticed that someone was following them. They didn't pay much attention at first, but after dozens of miles, the ghost was still there.
Suddenly, the two of them stopped, and when Zhong Zihao and others approached, a lean man with a terrifying aura suddenly shouted: "What's the purpose of following us sneakily? If you don't want to die, get away."
If he hadn't been worried about being chased by Ye Motian's people, he probably wouldn't have bothered to talk nonsense with a few people.
However, Zhong Zihao turned a blind eye to him, and a pair of fierce eyes fell on the middle-aged man next to him: "Deacon Yan, can you remember me?"
"you?"
The middle-aged man frowned and stared blankly for a long time. A flash of light flashed through his mind and he said in a voiceless voice: "You are the boy who went to Wuliang Sect for medical treatment. Where are Elder Sun and the others?"
"It's rare that you are still thinking about Elder Sun. Anyway, I will send you down to see him!" As Zhong Zihao spoke, a long sword as smooth as a mirror jumped into his hand.