This is a pile of ruins.
Zhuan Yushui was covered in blood, his face was pale and almost transparent, and his breathing became heavy, like a bellows that was constantly pulling.
He is a strong person in the Body Refining God Realm, and he is also the 21st Supreme God in the Spiritual God Realm on the list of gods.
Now that he has fallen into such a miserable state, it can be seen how cruel the battle he has suffered. If he had not been a strong body refiner, he would have been killed countless times.
Now, although he can stand tenaciously, it is obvious that he cannot hold on for long.
The strong ones in the Body Refining God Realm are not invincible. As long as every drop of their blood is squeezed dry and every thought is shattered, they will still die.
Of course, it is very difficult to achieve this step.
This is the reason why Zhuan Yu Water can still stand here at this moment.
At this moment, although he could not hide the tired and weak look on his brows, his expression was still resolute, because behind him, there were still three monks guarding him.
In front of him are a group of enemies!
There were more than a dozen enemies, led by a young man in red with a frivolous look, as fair as a woman's complexion, and a touch of rouge on his lips. His whole person exuded an extremely monstrous aura.
He was playing with a sharp, blood-red, dazzling scimitar that was only one foot long, licking his scarlet lips, looking at Zhuanyu water playfully, and said leisurely: "Zhuanyu water, if you continue to betray me, If you continue to resist, you won't die, but when you are unable to fight, the three guys behind you will suffer."
The voice was soft and sharp, like a poisonous snake spitting a message, which was terrifying.
Zhuan Yushui pursed his lips and said nothing.
The enchanting young man in red across from him was named Zhai Jun. He came from the Zhai family in the imperial domain. He was ranked twelfth on the list of gods, and his cultivation was extremely powerful.
But Zhuan Yushui's eyes did not look at him, but at the back of the crowd.
There, standing alone was a young man with an evil and handsome face, his thick black hair shawl, and a lazy smile on his lips. He was teasing a flaming red bird on his shoulder.
This person is clearly Luo Shaonong!
"You should know that if the three of them fall into the hands of me, Zhai Jun, they will definitely not be able to survive or die. They will suffer endless pain and torture, and they will inevitably die in the end."
Zhai Jun continued slowly, "So, I advise you to hand over that seventh-grade Dao root as soon as possible. It will be good for all of us."
Zhuan Yushui remained silent.
But the three cultivators behind him were trembling with fear on their faces. Obviously, they also recognized Zhai Jun, and they knew that if they were stared at by this guy, the consequences would definitely be more terrifying than entering the eighteenth level of hell.
"It seems that you still hope that someone will come to rescue you. Unfortunately, I will not give you another chance." Zhai Jun sighed softly, seeming to have lost his patience.
Uh-huh!
A bloody exquisite scimitar in his palm twirled around, releasing a strange light, then chirping, tearing apart time and space, and slashing towards Zhuan Yushui at an incredible speed.
Zhuan Yushui wanted to resist, but his whole body trembled, and his energy was disordered. He was actually slashed on his body by this attack, and one of his arms was cut off.
Then, his whole body was blown away and he stumbled to the ground. He was in so much pain that he could no longer stand up.
He had suffered great trauma before, and if it had not been for his incomparable tenacity, he would have collapsed long ago.
Even so, after suffering this blow, he was completely on the verge of collapse.
"Zhai Jun, I discovered this seventh-grade ancestral source group first. You have already taken away three seventh-grade Dao roots. Do you want to continue to force each other?"
Zhuan Yushui gasped and opened his mouth, blood dripping from the corners of his lips, a rare anger welling up in his eyes, and his eyes were about to burst.
He was not worried about his fate, because as a descendant of the Zhuan Yu clan and a supreme god, Zhai Jun would not dare to kill him no matter how arrogant he was.
He was worried about the three companions behind him. After losing their protection, their lives were in danger!
"This is competition. Skills are inferior to others. Having this seventh-grade Dao root is also a crime."
Zhai Jun smiled softly and walked towards the three ascetics step by step, "Zhuan Yushui, this is the last chance, do you want to hand it over or not? I will count to three. If you are still stubborn, these three will have to do it." I died because of you."
"one."
Like a note of urgency, at this moment, the three monks' faces were so frightened that they were about to beg for mercy. They couldn't help but look at Zhuan Yu Water with a hint of begging.
Zhuan Yushui panted for a while, gritted his teeth and said: "Zhai Jun! Do you insist on forcing me to a desperate situation!?"
"two."
Zhai Jun smiled, as if he didn't realize it, but quietly raised the exquisite bloody scimitar in his hand, pointing at the three ascetics from a distance.
"Brother Zhuanyu, how about... give... give it to him?"
The three ascetics had no master, and the defenses in their hearts were about to collapse. They didn't want to die just like that. Even if they knew that Zhuan Yushui was waiting for Le Wuhen and the others to come to support them, what if they arrived a step too late
Zhuan Yushui's resolute look was also uncertain. Just when Zhai Jun was about to shout "three", he finally gritted his teeth and made a decision, saying: "Okay, I'll give it to you!"
Each word seemed to be squeezed out from between the teeth, containing endless anger.
Zhai Jun suddenly smiled proudly and sighed: "It's a pity that you agreed a step too late."
As he spoke, he glanced at the three ascetics, and softly uttered one word from his lips as red as blood: "Three!"
Uh-huh!
The bloody scimitar shot through the air and suddenly cut through the sky.
"You... despicable!" Zhuan Yushui roared, so angry that he almost went crazy.
At this moment, the hearts of the three ascetics felt cold, and a deep despair surged out. They finally understood that Zhai Jun had no intention of letting them go from the beginning to the end.
The previous rhetoric was completely nonsense and was just making fun of them!
Not willing to give in!
They were angry. If they could do it all over again, they would definitely not sit back and wait for death. Unfortunately...
It's too late... huh
Suddenly, their whole bodies froze, their pupils dilated, and they saw a flash of sword energy suddenly appear out of thin air, blocking the bloody scimitar halfway, and the two collided, exploding with billions of divine brilliance.
The bloody scimitar was shaken violently and buzzed.
This is
At this moment, escaping from death almost made the three ascetics think it was a dream, and they all stayed there, which was unbelievable.
"Finally... here..." Zhuan Yushui's heart was shaken, and the corners of his blood-stained lips curved into a stiff arc, as if he wanted to laugh.
Zhai Jun was also slightly surprised, then raised his eyebrows, sneered, controlled the bloody scimitar, and killed the three cultivators again.
At this moment, a tall figure quietly appeared in front of the three ascetics, and it was Chen Xi!
Bang!
The sword in his hand turned like an iron rope crossing the river, crushing time and space, and carrying a majestic and vast force, the bloody scimitar flew away.
"Huh!"
Zhai Jun seemed a little surprised, narrowed his eyes, and suddenly smiled: "Maybe you are that Chen Xi."
A kind of cultivator near Zhai Jun also showed a look of interest at this moment, without any nervousness, and looked leisurely as if he had the overall situation in hand.
Regarding this, Chen Xi didn't even bother to take a look at Zhai Jun. He turned around and looked at Zhuan Yushui on the ground. When he saw the extremely serious injuries on his body, he couldn't help but frown, and there was a hint of coldness in his eyes.
"Fellow Taoist Zhuanyu, you can just calm down and recuperate. I'll leave this place to you." Chen Xi quickly transmitted the message.
"Be careful, Luo Shaonong is holding the battle on the side. As long as you hold on until Master Wuhen and the others arrive together, you can turn the situation around." Zhuan Yushui warned.
Chen Xi nodded with his eyes, and he naturally noticed Luo Shaonong behind the crowd. Even from the moment he arrived here, most of his attention was focused on Luo Shaonong.
At this time, the three cultivators also woke up from their sluggishness. When they saw that the person coming was Chen Xi, they all couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. But immediately, they became nervous and worried, because there was only one person in Chen Xi, and the other side... was not only Zhai Jun. A supreme god!
In other words, the situation is still extremely serious.
Now, they only hope that Le Wuhen, Shen Tu Yanran, and Yu Qiu Jing can all arrive in time.
But it was obvious that Zhai Jun did not intend to let such a thing happen.
When he saw that Chen Xi was actually ignoring him, he couldn't help laughing again, soft and sharp, piercing his eardrums.
"Very good, I want to see how powerful the guy who can defeat Yue Ruhuo and Jin Qingyang teamed up is!"
Zhai Jun's red clothes fluttered, and his aura suddenly increased. His whole body was boiling with blood, and it shot straight into the sky. He was like a blood god, holding a bloody scimitar and slashing down.
Uh-huh!
This sword seemed to have been cut from the ages, and had been baptized by the mountains of corpses and seas of blood. It released a monstrous killing energy and was extremely domineering, turning the world into a heart-stopping blood color in an instant.
This attack was so terrifying, more powerful than Yue Ruhuo.
Rumble…
Time and space exploded, completely crushed by the sword light, and it slashed straight towards Chen Xi.
"A guy like you is worthy of shouting at me?" Chen Xi's eyes were like lightning, his thick black hair was flying, and his whole body was like an unsheathed peerless sword.
He didn't even see his movements, and an understated sword energy spurted out. It was obscure and ordinary, but as soon as it appeared, the world seemed to be at a standstill, and time and space were frozen!
Um
In the distance, Luo Shaonong, who had been teasing the red bird on his shoulder, seemed to notice something. He finally raised his head, and a pair of eyes suddenly locked in this direction.
Boom!
The sword energy and sword light clashed together, just like two hundred thousand mountains colliding, with a deafening roar.
Immediately, the bloody scimitar suddenly trembled violently, collapsed and flew out. It was unexpectedly no match for Chen Xi's sword energy.
And Zhai Jun let out a scream, and was knocked into the void with a bang, and his figure staggered back dozens of feet uncontrollably.
When he finally stopped, his face suddenly turned pale, his whole body shook, and he couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood.
The entire audience fell silent and were all shocked.
(End of chapter)