Chapter eight hundred and sixty-eight, please enter the urn
"Bang!"
The door of the Qianyuan Hall was pushed open hard, and the Blood-robed God~zi saw at a glance the people sitting in rows in the hall trying to get rid of poison.
"It's true, they are all here!"
The red-robed god laughed loudly, and his laughter almost lifted the roof of the Qianyuan Hall.
As expected, he didn't look for the wrong place, let alone mispredict the situation. These guys from the Qianyuan Sect all became fish on the chopping board, ready to be slaughtered by him.
"Hmm? Where is Qi Hongzhuo?"
After the red-robed god smiled, his eyes wandered around the Qianyuan Hall, but he didn't find the person he wanted to see.
Qi Hongzhuo poisoned all these people, but he didn't even look at them here. Instead, he was nowhere to be found.
A little strange.
For some reason, the red-robed divine son suddenly felt an inexplicable palpitation in his heart. Because of this palpitation, the red-robed divine son subconsciously dodged to the side.
"bite!"
Where the red-robed god originally stood, a black shadow suddenly appeared, and at the same time a long sword pierced the ground where he originally stood.
"There is actually a little guy who hasn't been put down."
The red-robed god sneered, and he was so courageous that he even dared to ambush him in secret and try to attack him secretly.
This black figure is naturally Chu Ye.
Sensing the difference in the formation, Chu Ye had already paid attention to the whereabouts of the nine red-robed gods. However, the cultivation level of this red-robed god was higher than he thought.
The red-robed son of God whom he met in front of Medicine God Mountain had already reached the half-step level of a Martial Saint.
But the man in front of him is indeed a true martial saint.
Although his body is overflowing with spiritual energy and he has obviously just entered the martial arts cultivation realm and should be at the first level of a martial saint, the gap between a true martial saint and a half-step martial saint is indeed huge.
Chu Ye himself didn't have the confidence to defeat the opponent, so he came to help him up secretly. He thought that even if he couldn't give him a fatal blow, he would be seriously injured. Who knew that this long-planned ambush would be easily avoided?
hid away.
"Who are you? How come I haven't heard of someone like you in the Qianyuan Sect before?"
Although he successfully dodged the sword strike just now, he still had to praise it. That sword strike was really stunning. This kind of sword technique shouldn't be unknown.
but……
"Forget it, you will be a dead person soon. There is no point in knowing your name."
Chu Ye didn't speak. The verbal dispute at this time was meaningless.
It will take another hour for these people behind them to fully recover, and they must push through this hour no matter what.
"laugh!"
Pulling out the black dragon sword, the tip of the sword was pointed at the red-robed son of God, which already showed Chu Ye's attitude.
"Hey, you actually want to fight with this god, you really don't know the heights of the world!"
The red-robed god waved his hand, and a small bloody sword rushed towards Chu Ye.
In his opinion, even though Chu Ye was at the ninth level of the Martial Emperor, it was not worth his while. A flying sword was enough.
However……
"bite!"
The tip of the black dragon sword and the tip of the small blood sword collided wonderfully. A crisp sound sounded, and the small blood sword broke inch by inch, broke into dozens of pieces, and fell to the ground.
"you!"
The red-robed god looked squarely at Chu Ye for the first time, and finally his eyes fell on the black dragon sword in Chu Ye's hand.
"A good sword, but it will be mine soon."
The blood-red sword suddenly appeared in the hands of the red-robed god, and the next moment, the red-robed god had appeared next to Chu Ye.
“Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding!”
The continuous sound of swords clashing sounded in the Qianyuan Hall, and it also touched everyone's heart.
All the masters of the Qianyuan Sect in the Qianyuan Hall were silently watching the fight between the two, and they even knew that Chu Ye dared to stand in front of them and use the ninth level of the Martial Emperor to resist the real Martial Saint, all to protect them.
"Detoxify quickly!"
Elder Ling Taishang secretly shouted.
Now they can't do anything to help Chu Ye, but they have to let Chu Ye fight with others at the risk of his life to protect them.
The only thing they can do now is to detoxify as quickly as possible. The sooner they can discharge the toxins and restore their cultivation, the sooner they can reduce the pressure on Chu Ye and take over from Chu Ye and others.
"Hahaha!"
At this moment, the two people who were fighting separated again. The red-robed god son laughed arrogantly, with an excited look in his eyes. He didn't even pay attention to the poisoned masters of Qianyuan Sect, but stared at Chu Ye with interest.
"Good swordsmanship, really good swordsmanship. Boy, I like your swordsmanship very much. I declare that this swordsmanship will be mine from now on. What name should I give it? It will be called Moran Swordsmanship.
It is an honor for this set of swordsmanship to be named after me."
It turns out that the name of this red-robed god is Mo Ran.
"Idiots talk about dreams."
Chu Ye's voice was a little hoarse. Compared with just now, his image now looked a little miserable. His originally clean black robe had turned into a trendy beggar's attire. All the marks were scratched by long swords, and he couldn't even count them.
I don’t know how many swords were scratched.
The skin faintly exposed under the black robe was covered with sword wounds. It was not clear how much blood Chu Ye had shed on the clothes, but at this moment, a red circle appeared under his feet, all from his body.
The blood that flowed out.
"Plop!"
Chu Ye could no longer stand and fell to the ground.
It is still a bit difficult for Chu Ye to fight against the real Martial Saint now.
"Boy, you really like me. After the Qianyuan Sect is destroyed, I will let you become my attendant. By following me, you can become a true martial saint."
"I can become a Martial Saint without you."
"That's not a bad tone. Forget it, I don't have that much time to waste words with you. I'll spare your life, but none of these people will survive."
The red-robed god is already salivating over these masters from the Qianyuan Sect.
"Come on, come and become my blood beads, become part of my power. When I stand at the top of Xuantian Realm, you will also feel honored to be part of my power."
The red-robed god reached out his hand to the Supreme Elder who was closest to him.
If a martial saint master is refined into blood beads, his cultivation level can be directly improved by one or even two levels!
Such masters are usually not seen at all, but now several of them suddenly appeared in front of him, making him tremble with excitement.
However……
"Bang!"
The red-robed god's outstretched hand suddenly hit something transparent. The next moment, there was a bright light all around, and silver light surrounded him.
"Array!"
The red-robed god exclaimed, and then he realized that the small flags had set off at some unknown time and formed a formation, trapping him in the formation.
"It's you!"
The red-robed god son looked sharply at Chu Ye, who was slumped on the ground. Sure enough, he saw a proud smile in his eyes.
"Lord Shenzi, do you think I fought you just now just to seek abuse? Of course it was to introduce you into the formation. How about I invite you into the trap with this move? It's very good!"