"Oh... Do you mean that Fellow Daoist Zhuo still has a countermeasure?" the head of the Qi Po Sect said with a sneer.
"What countermeasures are needed? With the Killing Sword, it's not easy to kill the Flame Demon Son?" Zhuo Wenqin said with a smile, and in his tone, he seemed to be a hundred times more confident after possessing the Killing Sword.
"Well, with your words, I can rest assured that we will have a decisive battle tomorrow." The old woman looked pleased.
The outside of Yinyuan Mountain was burned black by a fire. Looking from a distance, you could see streaks of black smoke rising into the sky.
In the distance, within a large fire.
You can see a bald boy sitting cross-legged in the flames. The flames are raging crazily, and strange red lines of fire are converging towards where the bald boy is. The boy is radiating red light.
, the light can actually prevent his fiery red robe from being burned by the flames.
The young man's cultivation is at the top Nascent Soul stage, and he can break through and ascend to the third heaven at any time. At this moment, he suddenly opened his eyes, with a ball of red flames flashing in his eyes. When his eyes flickered, there were two balls of fire.
Fire forced out of his eyes.
Surrounding this ball of flame, there were one or four monks. Their cultivation level was at the same level as the young man's Nascent Soul stage, but the pressure and evil aura emanating from them could not be compared with that of this young man.
There were four of them, two women and two men. Both women looked like girls. The two men looked like middle-aged strong men, with their upper bodies naked. There was a flame totem behind the two of them.
The young man is that Yan Mozi, and his cultivation with Master Yanwu can be said to be at the top of the whole Yanwu Kingdom.
Yan Mozi said slowly: "It is said that Xuan Mu is dead?"
"Yes, he was killed by a monk named Zhuo Wenqin." A charming girl with fiery red hair was sitting cross-legged due north of Yan Mozi, and she could only hear her quick reply.
"Who is Zhuo Wenqin?" Upon hearing this, Yan Mozi frowned, and fire immediately emitted from his eyes. Mixed with the fire was virtual fire.
The fiery red-haired girl slowly replied: "Zhuo Wenqin, this person is an electric monk. He was originally a disciple of the Divine Thunder Sect. After his cultivation reached the high-level Nascent Soul stage, he left the Divine Thunder Sect and became a casual cultivator.
Finally, ten years ago, he became a real electrical monk. At the same time, he founded his own sect. The sect is called "Silver Electric Sect". This sect has only been established for ten years, so it has only twenty disciples so far.
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"What a Zhuo Wenqin, I have underestimated this person. Are you ready for tomorrow's decisive battle?" Yan Mozi said with a strong sullenness in his tone, and the fire in his eyes kept flickering, extremely dazzling.
"Sect Master, everything is ready." Directly west of Yan Mozi, another red silk woman replied. This woman has beautiful features and white hair, and her hair is windless. When dancing, she looks like
It is like a ball of white flame. Its cultivation level is also at the top Nascent Soul stage.
Hearing this, Yan Mozi nodded and said solemnly: "Tomorrow, the primary target of the five of us is Zhuo Wenqin. Once Zhuo Wenqin is killed, there is no need to worry about those two old poisoners."
"Yes. I'll understand later." The four people said in unison.
In the Kingdom of Hanhai, at the deepest point in the center of the sea, under an altar.
Long Ye was sitting cross-legged when a woman in a blue shirt flew to him and knelt down on one knee.
Long Ye opened his soft beautiful eyes, which emitted a faint blue light. He looked at the woman in blue shirt and said with a smile: "Is there any news?"
"Master, according to news from the Dream Kingdom, it is said that the Xuanmu has..., has..." The woman said this and stopped talking. There was anxiety on her face, and she didn't know what to say.
Shouldn't say it.
"What's happened? Just say it's okay." Long Ye frowned slightly and said calmly.
"It is said that he is dead." After the woman in blue shirt said these words nervously, her whole body felt like her breathing had stopped.
"What?" Long Ye's brows immediately stood up, looking quite surprised, and asked: "Is what you said true? Is he dead?"
"That's what the news is!"
"Oh...!" Long Ye looked thoughtful. After thinking for a moment, she said: "In that case, do you know how he died?"
"He was killed by a monk named Zhuo Wenqin." The woman in blue shirt answered respectfully.
"Zhuo Wenqin? Do you have any information about this person?"
"Disciple will imprint that person's information on the jade slip. Master will know as soon as he sees it." The woman in blue shirt said, took out a jade slip from her lapel and handed it to Long Ye.
Long Ye's consciousness swept across the jade slip, and he sneered, saying: "This person is interesting, I only know that this killing sword is useful. Haha... I really have to thank this person."
"Ah?" The woman in blue shirt opened her mouth in surprise, looking a little confused.
"Nothing, you go down first." Long Ye waved his hand with a smile, and then walked towards a hall behind the altar.
"Master, Long Ye has something to report."
"What's the matter?" An old woman with an old face said slowly, sitting cross-legged with her eyes closed.
"Long Ye would like to ask Master to do a favor for his disciples. I wonder if Master is willing to go to the dreamland?" Long Ye said respectfully.
"Oh?" The old woman finally opened her eyes, revealing a look of surprise and uncertainty, and then sighed: "Oh, little girl. Master, this old bone can't bear the torment you do."
"Master, if you are not willing to help this disciple, then the disciple will have to go into danger alone." Long Ye said with a smile.
"That's all, I'll ask Long Chun to go with you." The old woman said and began to mutter something, as if she was mumbling something.
After the old woman finished chanting, Long Ye said respectfully: "Thank you, Master."
"You just thank her, don't you plan to thank me?" A middle-aged woman flew to the front of the hall and stopped. She said with a smile.
Long Ye looked back, smiled, and said: "Senior Sister Chun is really getting younger."
"Let's go." Long Chun called Long Ye without any nonsense and flew towards the south.
All the sects in the entire Dream Kingdom are busy resisting the army of the Flame Dance Kingdom.
In Yinyuan Mountain, war drums were blazing, and the sound shook the heaven and the earth.
This shows the ingenuity of the sound attack technique of the disciples of the Miaoyin Sect. Forty-five Miaoyin Sect monks and forty-five huge black iron drums were forged into a single line and placed horizontally in the sky.
Along with the sound of drums, the whole world changed in this moment.
A black light rushed out from the forty-five black iron giant drums. These black lights filled the sky and the earth, causing the world to change color. All the monks in the Flame Dance country were amazed when they saw this scene. They had never seen it before.
Such a spell naturally feels quite mysterious.
"Yan Mozi, do you dare to fight with me?"
As soon as this voice sounded, it echoed in the sky for a long time. From the tone of the voice, you could feel a wave of hostility spreading along with the voice.
"Who are you? If I don't want to fight with you, an unknown person, you can call the old poisoner out." Yan Mozi said in a long voice with a calm expression.
"It's too much to bully others." This is what Zhuo Wenqin said in his heart. As soon as the anger in his heart rushed up, he felt that his heart and soul were a little anxious. There seemed to be a faint anger at work. He shouted sternly: "Young devil, you are a poor Taoist."
Zhuo Wenqin. I’m here to kill you today.”
Zhuo Wenqin said, waving his right hand, he took the lead and stepped into the air. In a blink of an eye, he had already stepped more than ten feet. He only saw people leaving brown figures in the air, and the leading shadow was already there.
Appeared dozens of feet away.
He suddenly waved his right hand, and a purple lightning suddenly appeared from mid-air. It suddenly struck the top of Enmazi's head.
Yan Mozi retreated quickly. He didn't even avoid the blow. He was hit by the lightning on his head. His whole body felt numb for a while, and then he lost consciousness. Only his eyes were still staring at Zhuo Wenqin with a slight blur.
Zhuo Wenqin pulled out the killing sword from behind and threw it towards Yan Mozi. However, he found that the control level of the killing sword was different from what he imagined. He frowned and thought: Why can Xuanmu be used?
This sword killed a monk of the same level? Why is this sword out of my hand?
While he was thinking, he strengthened his consciousness to control the killing sword.
At this moment, the two men and two women who had been standing beside Yan Mozi suddenly stepped towards Zhuo Wenqin. One of the middle-aged men waved his right hand, and a majestic flame bombarded towards Zhuo Wenqin.
The flame totem from behind suddenly twisted.
Along with this flame, a scorching gas quickly spread across the sky, heating up the air within a hundred feet radius.
At this moment, a white-haired female cultivator clasped her slender hands tightly and made some strange final seals. A bunch of white hair immediately broke off from the center. The white hair was like a white flame, and it quickly shot up dozens of feet high.
White flames, white light blazing, even more scorching.
A red-haired woman also made the final seal at this time, and her fiery red hair was also cut off from the center. The red hair immediately burst into flames, and the flames quickly twisted in the air, turning into a stream of flames. Fiery red
The Yanliu and the fourth song of Xuanmu's Nine-Tune Divine Sound actually have different tunes but the same effect.
Another middle-aged strong man opened his bloody mouth, and the flame totem behind him began to squirm quickly, flashing with a strange red light. As the flame totem squirmed more and more violently, he took a deep breath and looked towards
Zhuo Wenqin spurted out a stream of rich, crimson fireworks. The fireworks were so overwhelming that they almost sealed Zhuo Wenqin's top, bottom, left, right, and back.
If it were an ordinary body, under this flame, it would be burned to ashes almost instantly. But Zhuo Wenqin was different. He was a top-level Nascent Soul monk. The purple light protecting his body quickly dispersed, and
His body was wrapped up and he was unscathed.
Zhuo Wenqin sneered. If Xuanmu was there, these five monks would undoubtedly die. Now that Xuanmu has died in his hands, Zhuo Wenqin, why should he be afraid of these fire monks? He raised his right hand in the air.