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Chapter 306: The Battle of Genocide (7)

Li Xuangang ended the fight on his side with one punch, turned his head and looked at Zheng Er, and after taking a look, he felt relieved when he found that there was nothing serious.

But Zang Er himself didn't think so. He felt that his whole body was in pain now, and he must have suffered a serious injury.

He landed on the ground and walked toward Li Xuangang, still trembling, wondering whether he could recover in the future.

However, after he had adapted for a moment and felt that his body was no longer so hot or painful, he suddenly thought of the Xuanyin armor on his body, and immediately turned around to check it out.

After finding that Xuanyin's armor was not damaged, he grinned again, and a row of fine white fangs appeared in the jet-black dragon's head.

Just when Li Xuangang led Zheng Er, who looked a little miserable, towards the center.

The battle on Zhao Yizhi's side is almost over. All the third-level monsters he turned into with talismans have been killed, and he himself was seriously injured. Now he is fighting and retreating, starting to move towards Zhao Yiheng.

transfer.

But Zhao Yiheng's situation was not easy either. The ape-shaped monster was on the verge of collapse, and he also suffered many injuries.

He split the golden wheel in front of him with one knife, and then immediately cast a spell.

Let a row of black thorns appear on his side to block Li Changji's sword attack.

Before the black thorns were broken through, he used his body skills to escape in time, and finally landed next to Zhao Yuanji who fell to the ground.

Seeing this, Wang Yanfan knew that this was an opportunity. Taking advantage of the fact that Zhao Yiheng was far away and had no way to cooperate with the ape-shaped monster, he used his spiritual power to take back the two golden wheel magic weapons, and then used both hands to

As soon as he showed it, he shouted "Ji".

Under his control, the two golden wheels were fixed in the air, and then began to rotate rapidly. A burst of golden light flashed, and countless golden blades were fired out from the two golden wheels.

They all shot towards the ape-shaped monster in front of them that was transformed into a talisman.

The demonic beast briefly blocked it, but it was a full blow from the Peak Foundation Establishment Monk King Yan Sheng, and without Zhao Yiheng's meticulous control and assistance, it was quickly penetrated by the golden sharp blade that filled the sky.

Eventually it turned into a broken golden talisman and fell from the air.

On the other side, Zhao Yiheng, who had just landed, was about to recall the ape-shaped monster, but found that it was too late. The talisman was still a talisman after all. Even though he had the strength of the peak of foundation building, he could not compare with the monks.

In his eyes, this fourth-level low-grade talisman left by his ancestors and could only be activated three times did not belong to him at all.

After retracting the golden blade that filled the sky, Wang Yanfan came down from the void, held the broken golden talisman in his hand, and casually arranged a confinement spell for him, then turned it over and put it into his storage bag.

The whole process went smoothly without any pause.

When Li Changji's sword energy broke through the row of thorns and appeared from the side, he only saw Wang Yanfan put the fourth-level talisman into the storage bag.

He secretly sighed, then turned his head and found that Li Xuangang had already come behind him with Zong Er.

He looked past the latter and looked at the huge figure following further behind.

Although he had heard from Li Xuanshan that Li Xuangang had such a third-level mid-grade green dragon corpse refinement before in his family, this was the first time he had seen it.

Li Changji looked at it and found that the body of this green dragon corpse was indeed powerful. The high-level spell attack just now failed to cause too serious damage to it.

Although there is an element of the third-order Xuanyin armor, the body strength of the green dragon's corpse is also terrifyingly high.

Looking back, Li Xuangang called him softly, and Li Changji nodded in response.

Then, like Wang Yanfan, he looked at Zhao Yiheng and the other two people opposite him, while transmitting a message to Li Xuangang:

"This is why you took those high-level Xuanyin sands from the warehouse that time."

Li Xuangang looked at Zhao Yiheng, Zhao Yuanji, and Zhao Yizhi who was being hunted, and knew that the Zhao family was unable to recover this time.

Therefore, after hearing the voice transmission from his eighth uncle Li Changji, he turned to look at Zheng Er, and then responded with the same voice transmission: "Yeah."

Li Changji nodded thoughtfully and stopped responding.

Li Xuangang saw the change in his eighth uncle's expression and knew what he was thinking at this time, but he couldn't guess the specific content.

In fact, Li Changji was thinking that there seemed to be a batch of corpse refining in the family warehouse in Taiqiu Mountain, which had been basically idle these years.

If there are a few among them that are of good quality and worth investing resources, then the family should select a few clan members with talents in corpse refining to train them.

If there were a few more powerful corpses like Li Xuangang's green dragon corpse, the family's strength would undoubtedly increase a lot.

The more he thought about it, the more feasible it became. Li Changji had decided to wait until the operation was completed and then return to Taiqiu Mountain to discuss the matter with Fifth Brother.

...

Another figure fell from mid-air and was caught by Zhao Yiheng.

The other two foundation-building elders of the Wang family also stood beside Wang Yanfan.

The current situation seems to have suddenly returned to the time when they arrived here not long ago, when the two sides were facing such a confrontation.

However, there are still some differences from before, such as the gap between advantages and disadvantages becoming more obvious.

Two of the three foundation-building monks from the Zhao family have been seriously injured, and the only one, Zhao Yiheng, has also lost the support of the fourth-level low-grade talisman.

I am afraid that in the next moment, Wang Yanfan and Li Changji can end their lives and completely understand this war of genocide as long as they take action at will.

But just when Li Changji was about to take action, Wang Yanfan stretched out his hand to stop him.

So Li Changji looked at Wang Yanfan with an unkind expression and said:

"Wang Daoyou, what does this mean?"

But the latter didn't care at all about his attitude, but responded:

"Fellow Daoist Li, wait a moment. These three people have no room for resistance. Before killing them, I have one more thing I want to ask. Please wait a moment!"

After listening, Li Changji nodded and said:

"In that case, please help me, fellow Daoist Wang."

His expression didn't show anything strange, but in fact Li Changji already knew what question Wang Yanfan wanted to ask.

As expected, Wang Yanfan took a few steps forward, looked at Zhao Yiheng, and asked in a calm tone:

"Fellow Daoist Zhao, you and I have known each other for many years. In this current situation, I have no choice. As long as you tell me what you got in the north, Wang will promise to let all the mortal members of your Zhao family go. What do you think of this deal?"

how?"

Hearing these words, Li Xuangang had no expression on his face, but in fact, his heart was filled with turmoil.

Previously, his eighth uncle Li Changji had only told him part of the plan, and he didn't know some of the inside information.

Hearing this, he suddenly understood why Yu Heng had borrowed the third-order black turtle from him before the war started.

In his mind, he had already vaguely guessed all of Uncle Seventeen's plans.

While he was continuing to think deeply, Zhao Yiheng had already lifted Zhao Yuanji up from the ground and leaned against a broken stone tablet.

Hearing Wang Yanfan's question, he sneered, and spread his consciousness from here to the surroundings. He found that the massacre of his own people on Wutong Peak was almost over, and now many monks from the Wang and Li families had begun to come from various places.

Collected here.

“I don’t know how many tribesmen have successfully broken through?”

Zhao Yiheng thought this in his heart.

Wang Yanfan over there was already a little impatient with waiting, so he sounded a little heavier and said:

"Fellow Daoist Zhao should know that Wang doesn't have that much time. If I have to, I may have to resort to soul searching."

Searching for souls is risky, and there will be some things that cannot be obtained, so it is naturally the most appropriate thing to ask Zhao Yiheng.

Opposite him, Zhao Yiheng slowly stood up, stood still, looked at the two tribesmen, and suddenly smiled.

When Zhao Yuanji and Zhao Yizhi saw this, they knew what this smile meant, so the expressions on their faces began to look a little sad.

Zhao Yi turned his head horizontally, looked at the people in front of him, and began to walk slowly towards them. As he walked, he said:

"Zhao has never done anything wrong since he took over the family, but why did he end up in this situation?"

"It's God's will. The family is weak, so there's nothing to complain about. It's not like our Zhao family has never done anything like genocide and massacre. It's just a different identity at this time."

"Original..."

Li Xuangang frowned, looked at the other party, and remembered the last resort he had mentioned before, so he became vigilant.

After reminding the eighth uncle, he was prepared to stay away from the three people of the Zhao family if something unexpected happened later.

At this time, Wang Yanfan also noticed something was wrong. He turned around and looked around, and then secretly reminded the two tribesmen.

At this time, Zhao Yiheng's words continued:

"Originally... I wanted to keep it to see if I could meet the two Jindan seniors, but according to the current situation, there should be no chance."

"In this case, Zhao will try his best to do something for the family."

These words had profound meaning. Before the five foundation-building monks from the Wang and Li families could think about it, Zhao Yiheng suddenly took out an exquisite storage bag from his waist and cast a spell to open it.

"Didn't Fellow Daoist Wang always want to know what I got from the north? Then I'll let you see it now!"

After saying that, Zhao Yiheng called out a figure twice as big as Zhan Er from his storage bag.

As soon as it landed, a powerful aura quickly emitted. When Wang Yanfan sensed it, his expression changed drastically:

"Fourth level low-grade?"

Li Xuangang, along with Zheng Er and his eighth uncle Li Changji, took off and flew back the moment the object appeared. They waited until they reached a certain distance before stopping in mid-air.

He also stared at the behemoth with a confused look on his face.

After Zhao Yiheng called it out, he jumped up and stood on its head.

He scanned everyone with sharp eyes and said:

"Come on, this is the last battle for our Zhao family!"

...

The starlight fell and reflected on Li Xuangang's body. His face returned to calm. He looked at Zhao Yiheng and the huge figure opposite. After carefully sensing it, he suddenly let out a voice of doubt.

He murmured:

"No, this isn't the fourth level?"


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