Zhu Qingyan smiled bitterly. As the master of the White Bone Sect's sub-altar, his master naturally had many life-saving means. Unless a saint came in person, it would be troublesome for an ordinary great lord to keep him. How could he be dismissed casually?
Qianye killed a young spiritual monk.
Today's situation is already a dead end, with no solution at all. They are simply unable to compete with the terrifying existence of a Venerable Fourth Level Heaven.
However, looking at the broken sword in his master's hand, Zhu Qingyan was extremely shocked.
He knew that sword, it was the lifeblood of his master, it could be said to be the last trump card to save his life. Apart from him, the disciple who had been with him since childhood, there was no other person who knew about the existence of this sword.
The name of this sword is Shen Gang. It is a quasi-holy sword with a hint of saint power. If the Great Master had such a sword, he would have almost no rivals among the peerless saints.
His master also obtained the Shen Gang Holy Sword because of his great fortune. He had been carefully hiding it and did not dare to tell anyone.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, Shen Gang's holy sword was not only unsheathed, but also broken.
It would be such a terrible thing to have the quasi-holy sword broken. It would take a peerless saint to do it with all his strength.
What kind of danger did Master encounter just now, and he was forced to such an extent?
"Where is that little bastard?"
The Lord of the Bone Altar stared fiercely at Zhu Qingyan, and he felt Xi Qianye's aura from his body.
For Xi Qianye, even all the water from the nine heavens could not wash away his hatred.
Just a little bit, just a little bit, he was going to die here and everything was over.
If he hadn't decisively exploded the Shen Gang Holy Sword at the critical moment, bursting out with the power of the saint, tearing a gap in the holy array, and taking the opportunity to escape, he would have been reduced to a skeleton.
A quasi-holy sword, a peerless treasure in the entire Xiling Kingdom, was destroyed. One can imagine how he felt.
"You're actually not dead, your life is quite tough."
A faint voice sounded from the end of the tree hole. The young man, dressed in white as snow, slowly walked out from the end of the darkness. He looked at the Lord of the Bone Altar with indifferent eyes, without any emotion in his eyes.
"You little bastard, I'm going to cut you into pieces and crush your bones into ashes."
Seeing Xi Qianye suddenly, the Master of the Bone Altar burst out with hatred, his eyes were red, and he took a step forward. There were many phantoms, and the person had already crossed hundreds of meters and appeared in front of Xi Qianye.
A monk who has reached the fourth level of heaven versus a little guy in the spiritual realm is like a tiger or an ant. He can kill a bunch of them with just one breath.
However, the Lord of the Bone Altar missed his hand. Before he could catch Xi Qianye, a graceful white shadow had quietly blocked his way. He didn't feel anything, and the white shadow blocked him so abruptly.
in front of him.
A thrilling cold air hit my face, as if I had fallen into the underworld for an instant, and was so cold that it penetrated my bones.
A warning sign arose in the mind of the Lord of the White Bone Altar, and he did not dare to continue to sound it, so he subconsciously avoided the edge for the time being. The white shadow made him feel extremely dangerous.
"Who are you?"
The master of the Bone Altar was horrified. There were actually other people in the tree cave, and their cultivation levels were so high.
No one responded to him, only a pair of cold, frosty eyes stared at him. The temperature dropped sharply, the water vapor in the air turned into snowflakes and fell down, and the hot summer turned into cold winter in an instant.
"So beautiful."
Zhu Qingyan looked at the white figure in horror. It was a beautiful woman. Her white clothes were as white as the snow. She looked like a snow lotus blooming on the cliff.
Young Master Biyou, who has always been known as the most beautiful woman in the world, was completely shocked at this time. The only pity is that this woman is too cold and too proud, with bones like a god and jade and skin as frost, she is not like a human being, but more like a divine and flawless person.
Perfect jade carving.
"Who are you? Xi Qianye and I have a deep hatred. I hope you won't mind your own business. I will thank you generously."
The Lord of the Bone Altar tentatively said, the sudden appearance of the mysterious woman made him a little unsure, and the situation became a little complicated.
This place is so secretive and dangerous, aren't they the only ones? How could there be anyone else?
"It's just a fourth-level heavenly venerable person. He dares to offend his master like this. He's in danger of dying."
Deep in the tree hole, a cold voice sounded again, and a middle-aged man walked slowly over. His hair and eyebrows were snow-white, and his eyes had the wisdom and vicissitudes of life. Those eyes had not been accumulated for hundreds of years, and it would have been impossible to possess them.
The master of the Bone Altar was shocked. There was actually someone inside, and he didn't feel anything at all.
"Master, who is your master?"
The Lord of the White Bone Altar stared closely at Hua Yiran. The dangerous aura on this person was no worse than that of the woman in white, and he could not tell the depth of this person at all. People become better with age, and the Lord of the White Bone Altar is also a person who has lived for more than a hundred years.
I immediately realized that this person was not easy to deal with.
Moreover, this person actually has a master. What kind of existence can be his master?
For a time, the Master of the Bone Altar had already begun to think about retreating, and the bad feeling in his heart became stronger and stronger.
"Master, what should I do with this person? I have been trapped here for decades. Although my cultivation has seriously deteriorated and is no longer 10% of what it was before, I can't deal with a mere fourth-level lord."
Hua Yiran bowed and saluted, looking at Xi Qianye with awe in his eyes, as if he were looking at a great god.
In his heyday, he was a great master of martial arts who was famous in the Southern Barbarian Continent. There were only a few people in the realm of sages who could fight with him. Among the peerless saints, the great master was the strongest being.
The master of the White Bone Altar, a fourth-level heavenly venerable, was not in Hua Yiran's eyes at all, even though his vitality was severely injured and he had only recovered a little.
The master of the Bone Altar froze and looked at Xi Qianye in shock. He never expected in his wildest dreams that the owner of the mysterious middle-aged man would actually be Xi Qianye. When did he have such an identity?
Zhu Qingyan was also extremely surprised. The scene in front of him was beyond his comprehension.
"Just kill him."
Xi Qianye said calmly, since the Holy Array didn't kill him, he would just spend a lot of effort to clean it up.
There are many things here that are valuable, and he doesn't want others to know about them.
Hua Yiran didn't have time to take action. As soon as Xi Qianye finished speaking, the female saint's corpse puppet flew out, like light and lightning. In an instant, it came to the master of the Bone Altar and chopped it down with a sword.
The female saint corpse puppet Hanyu was re-sacrificially refined by Xi Qianye, and she connected with his mind, and could drive her with just one thought.
The cold air swept across, and the sword light was like frost, dividing the heaven and the earth.
The Master of the Bone Altar did not expect that the beautiful Leng woman would also obey Xi Qianye's order and hurriedly swung his sword to block.
In terms of cultivation, the master of the White Bone Altar has no confidence to be better than the iceberg woman who can't see the depth, but what he holds in his hand is a quasi-holy sword. Although it was broken, the holy energy was lost, and the strength was greatly reduced.
But a quasi-holy sword is a quasi-holy sword. Even if it is damaged, it is not comparable to an ordinary sword.
With the power of the quasi-holy sword, the Master of the Bone Altar was confident that he could block the Iceberg Woman for a moment and wait for an opportunity to escape.
However, something happened that he never dreamed of.