Chapter nine hundred and ninety-ninth tragic battle
Zhuo Bufan's expression was as cold as ice. The power of thunder and lightning carried in his sword body instantly turned the old woman's soul and body into ashes, dissipating between heaven and earth with the wind.
"Devil."
"Demon, you dare to kill Elder Feng."
The two elders of the True Fire Sect and the Chiyue Sect were angry and fearful. The three true fire beads of the True Fire Sect were swallowed by Zhuo Bufan. The light on the Blood Moon Mirror of the Chiyue Sect shone on Zhuo Bufan. At this moment, Zhuo Bufan's black hair gradually grew and spread to the point where he was at his waist, and then he straightened down.
The black flying dances with the wind, like a peerless god and demon.
"Demon, today my Chiyue Sect will do the way for heaven and kill the evil spirits."
The middle-aged man from the Chiyue Sect said, spewing a mouthful of blood from his mouth, and then wrote an ancient and strange rune on his palm with the blood.
The ancient and strange rune slowly floated out of the palm of your hand and then drilled into the Blood Moon Mirror.
The blood-colored light on the mirror suddenly became more intense, slowly squirming, like a pool of sticky blood, and the strange aura emitted from it became more and more intense.
Zhuo Bufan could feel the spiritual energy and true energy that belonged to him was being absorbed by the mirror crazily, and his whole body was like a thread of decoupling, causing a burst of shave pain.
Even the disciples of the Hidden Sect and the people in the Demon Clan who were standing aside were stunned.
This name was originally a magic weapon of the demon clan. I heard that it had been sacrificed by the Red Moon Sect, but the strange magic techniques displayed in this mirror are undoubtedly evil and powerful.
"What's going on?" Ye Beichen widened his eyes, clenched his fists tightly, and the blue veins on his neck were shaking, staring at everything in front of him angrily.
The second uncle frowned hard, stared at the middle-aged man of the Chiyue Sect with deep eyes, and sighed: "It seems that the Chiyue Sect has not really refined and sacrificed the Blood Moon Mirror. They are greedy for the powerful abilities of the Blood Moon Mirror and are unwilling to destroy it. They have also mastered the method of controlling the Blood Moon Mirror by demons."
"This group of hateful guys declared that they were a well-known sect all day long. Our demon clan did everything evil and quietly used the magic weapons of the demon clan. Damn it." Guo Shao clenched his fists, his eyes full of anger.
"Hasn't they always been like this?" Young Master Nie was also full of anger.
But because of the family and sect, they cannot help Zhuo Bufan now.
The Little Golden Snake, Shi Jian and Ye Ziqin gathered together to deal with other children from the Hidden Sect. Even with the help of the Little Golden Sect, the number of disciples in the Hidden Sect is large, so it is still a bit difficult to resist, let alone be able to spare time to help Zhuo Bufan.
"Young Master." Yu Guang of Shijian glanced at Zhuo Bufan, bit his thin lips hard, and the sword light in his hand flew, cutting off the heads of the two disciples of the Hidden Sect.
Ye Ziqin released the magic with both hands and freezes the three of them into an ice sculpture.
Zhuo Bufan stood in the distance in the air, his black hair flying in the wind, and his blood-colored light enveloped his whole body, just like a demon walking from hell to the earth.
The blood moonlight shines like invisible shackles, bound his body and spiritual energy, and continued to absorb his power.
The middle-aged man from Chiyue Sect let out a long sigh, and finally a smile appeared on his face, "True Man Fu Jun, Elder Huo, this son will definitely die today. It is also his blessing to die under the Blood Moon Mirror of my Chiyue Sect."
Both Fu Jun Zhenren and the elder of Zhenhuo Sect didn't say anything, and the look of looking at him was a little strange.
After all, this Blood Moon Mirror is something of the demon clan, and the Red Moon Sect has not been destroyed.
"Click!"
Just as the people of the Chiyue Sect showed a relief expression on their faces, a slight cracking sound suddenly sounded.
"Uncle Master, look..." A disciple of the Chiyue Sect said in horror.
The elder of the Chiyue Sect raised his head and his pupils dilated. He saw an extremely subtle crack appearing on the Blood Moon Mirror.
"What's going on?"
The elder of Chiyue Sect showed an incredible look on his face.
This Blood Moon Mirror is a spoil seized by the Red Moon Sect and the Demons when fighting. The owner has extremely powerful power, but it is also full of evil aura.
True Man Fu Jun was also stunned for a moment, and his face finally changed slightly.
Even if he had only five levels of confidence in the power contained in the Blood Moon Mirror, he could compete for the curse of the Blood Moon Mirror.
"Click!"
Immediately, the cracks on the Blood Moon Mirror appeared again, and the cracks that appeared this time were several inches longer.
Zhuo Bufan held the Ice Emperor Rain Sword, raised his head and roared, and two purple flames burst out from his eyes like needle-tips burning, and he was like a demon king who had descended to the world.
"There is nothing to restrain me in this world."
Zhuo Bufan clenched his fist, and the thick blood-colored light covered with his body disappeared like a tide. The Blood Moon Mirror finally lost its light and fell to the ground.
"How is this possible? Impossible." The elder of the Chiyue Sect looked at the fallen Blood Moon Mirror, with a look of panic and fear on his face.
Zhuo Bufan held the Ice Emperor Rain Sword, pulled out a series of floating figures, instantly broke through the speed of sound and reached the front of the elder of the Chiyue Sect, and a cold arc was raised at the corner of his mouth, "Just with your ability, you want to kill me?"
"I am the elder of Chiyue Sect, you dare not kill me!"
The elder of Chiyue Sect was so scared that his pupils contracted and he took a step back suddenly.
True Man Fu Jun shouted: "Xing Kill, stop now, we may be able to let you live a life."
"You let me have a way out of life? Do you also want Fairy Snow to be the key to opening the fairy city? If you lose the person I love, then the long life for me will lose its meaning like a sea of suffering."
Zhuo Bufan sneered.
True Man Fu Jun's eyes were cold and said, "Baihu Dharma King, Xuanwu Jushi, let's take action together and kill this monster."
The two monks who were riding on the black turtle and the white tiger looked at each other at the same time, and finally launched an attack.
Zhuo Bufan smiled and slashed down with a sword, splitting the Master Chiyue into two, and slashing the soul between heaven and earth together with his soul.
True Man Fu Jun, the elder of the True Fire Sect, and two monks riding strange beasts joined the battle.
"Shadow Kill, you must have consumed a lot of spiritual energy and energy by breaking away from the control of the Blood Moon Mirror. Now it is at the end of your strength." Fu Jun Zhenren kept controlling the flying sword in his hand, and a strange arc appeared on the corner of his mouth.
A huge dark cloud condensed over Lop Nur, the vortex rotated slowly, and the sound of lightning roared.
Flying sand and stones rose violently.
Zhuo Bufan is not a congenital strong man, nor a god. Facing the collection of several masters and breaking free from the constraints of the Blood Moon Mirror just now, he did consume a lot of energy and spiritual energy. At this time, he had suffered a lot of injuries, and some places were even deep in the wounds that could be seen with bones.
Blood soaked the clothes, Zhuo Bufan's face was always filled with fearless fighting spirit. Facing the gathering of everyone, he felt a tragic momentum, which shocked people.
Long Geyue's eyes were red, and tears were like broken pearls, rolling down her fair cheeks without any effort.
Even Qiao Jianjun and others clenched their fists hard.
"Damn, I really want to go up and fight." The dragon python slammed the dead tree next to him with anger, but he knew that with their strength, he could not participate in this level of battle at all. (To be continued)