"The Pope is a powerful man from the Holy Eleventh Realm. Who can kidnap him? It can't be that Baili Pingtian came back to life after we left, right?"
Yi Xifeng was very puzzled. He had witnessed Baili Pingtian's death with his own eyes. There was no way it could be faked. Moreover, so many people were present at the time. Even if he was mistaken, Lu Ya, Han Sanli and Ying Cang's death would not be correct.
It's impossible to miss this point.
"Be prepared, the battle for the avenue is not over."
After Han Sanli said these words, he left on his own.
Yi Xifeng took a deep breath, it seemed that things were far from as simple as he thought.
"Fighting for the great road, fighting for the great road, I thought it would be much easier to be promoted to the Saint Realm, but it turned out to be so complicated." Yi Xifeng sighed.
"What does volume mean?" Li Xintian asked curiously.
Yi Xifeng: "..."
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Lu Zhanyuan was divining heavenly secrets on the second floor of Daoxuan Mountain, while Lu Ya was protecting him. After a while, the boy in Taoist robes Lu Zhanyuan sighed and said:
"This dim secret doesn't seem to have much to do with Baili Pingtian. In other words, there is a bigger crisis brewing."
"Oh? Junior brother, can you divine?"
Lu Zhanyuan was silent for a long time and said slowly: "There are no two masters of the road. If they fight, one of them will perish."
"What are the chances of winning?"
"Death accounts for forty-nine and life accounts for one."
"hiss……"
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Among the thousands of miles of forest, there stands an inconspicuous stone tablet half a man tall. All four corners of the stone tablet are broken, and the writing is no longer legible, as if it has been covered in dust for many years.
Ying Cang stood in front of the stone tablet, put his fingers together, and touched the stone tablet. Drops of essence and blood slowly flowed out of Ying Cang's hand and dripped on the stone tablet. Gradually, Ying Cang's face began to turn pale.
The stone monument seemed to be drinking blood, sucking Ying Cang's essence and blood crazily. Half a quarter of an hour later, part of the stone monument turned into a transparent blood crystal.
Ying Cang lost most of his essence and blood, and felt a trance above his head. He forced himself to walk far away from the stone monument. After a while, the stone monument completely turned into blood crystals, and the earth suddenly began to shake. There was a feeling under the blood crystal stone monument.
Something is moving.
Large palaces are springing up like bamboo shoots after a rain, one after another rising from the ground, stretching in a large circle, dozens of miles long. When the circle is completed, an awe-inspiring palace slowly rises from under the blood crystal stone tablet.
Although Ying Cang looked pale, he couldn't help but feel a little excited when he saw such a scene. This palace was left by his ancestor, the Blood Emperor. Now that Baili Pingtian is dead, he wants to reorganize the empire.
Reproduce the glory of the Blood Emperor.
"So the Blood Emperor's palace is here."
Suddenly a voice came from behind, Ying Cang frowned instantly, turned around and slashed out with his sword, a huge bloody arc penetrated thousands of feet away, cutting off all the trees in the path, but this blow hit
Empty.
"puff!"
Ying Cang looked down and saw a black palm stabbed through his chest, bringing out a large amount of blood.
Ying Cang had already lost a lot of essence and blood, and his strength had already been reduced by more than half. At this moment, his body was penetrated by a sneak attack. His eyes dimmed and he almost fainted.
Ying Cang gritted his teeth and braced himself, then slapped a palm in the opposite direction.
--boom!!!
A forest fell down, but there was still no one behind it.