Before entering the Holy Tomb, he was only in the Heavenly Realm. However, within a short period of time after entering the Holy Tomb, he had broken through to condense the martial arts golden elixir. Such a genius monster must not be allowed to stay. If he really becomes a prince, where will the three major sects of them be in the future? Living space.
What's more, he also has countless adventures and the legendary bodhi tree species!
"No matter what, Zheng Shiyi must die. Kill him to eliminate harm to all living beings. And, more importantly, bring back the Bodhi tree!"
In the Tianjian Sect, the leader of the Juejian Sect looked at everyone with a solemn face and said in a cold voice: "Remember, Zheng Shiyi is dead, but the Bodhi tree must be brought back!"
In the entire chaotic city, everyone's eyes fell on the Sword Controlling Sect at the same time, and each master kept flying towards the direction of the Sword Controlling Sect.
Beigong Mansion.
Beigong Lianhe looked at the glorious light in the sky with admiration, and said with excitement: "Become a Marquis, Brother Shiyi is going to be a Marquis, he is only a few years older than Lian He, remember When Lian He first met him, Brother Shiyi was only in the middle stage of the Earth Realm.
In the blink of an eye, Brother Shiyi has become a man who shocked the whole city. It is simply unimaginable that he wants to be granted the title of marquis before his father.
And big brother, the vibration of Brother Shiyi's aura is louder than the sound mentioned in the book when he was granted the title of Marquis. Brother, do you think that after Brother Shiyi becomes a Marquis, will he become a very powerful person among the feudal lords? exist. "
Beigong Lianhe turned back to look at his eldest brother Beigong Lian'ao.
Beigong Lianao looked at the light in the sky with a complex expression, shook his head slightly and sighed, and after a long time he said: "I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you. Although I admit that Zheng Shiyi's genius is the only one I have seen, and I admire Zheng Shiyi, but I still have to say, I’m afraid he won’t be able to become a marquis.”
"I can't be made a marquis, brother, don't lie to me. Brother Shiyi's aura is radiating out, how can it be impossible to be made a marquis." Beigong Lianhe looked at his brother with pride and said: "Brother, my brother can It’s not that easy to deceive.”
"I'm not saying that he's not strong enough to become a marquis, I'm afraid he doesn't have that chance." Beigong Lian Ao sighed: "Didn't you hear that Zheng Shiyi killed too many people in the Holy Tomb? Everyone calls him the devil, and even calls him a member of the devil's sect. Do you think others will watch him become a prince?"
"Brother... Brother, are you saying that they are going to seek revenge from Brother Shiyi at this time?" The pride on Beigong Lianhe's face disappeared instantly and was replaced by a look of deep worry.
"It's not revenge, but I don't dare to see Zheng Shiyi become a marquis. Zheng Shiyi is too dazzling. Once such a person becomes a marquis, he will never have a chance to deal with him. In the future, the chaos may become his world. If he becomes a prince, everyone will be uneasy, so they will definitely take action.
What's more, Zheng Shiyi has too many adventures. If you kill him, you can get more of his adventures. Why not? He is absolutely invincible in all realms of cultivation. No one in the whole chaotic city would want to have his adventure! "
"This... In this way, isn't Brother Shiyi very dangerous?" Beigong Lianhe's face instantly became extremely ugly, and he looked at his brother in panic and said anxiously: "What should I do? My father is still in seclusion at this time. How can we save Brother Shiyi?"
"Save him? It's useless. Don't say that your father is in retreat. Even if your father is not in retreat, you can't save him. Now, all the forces in the entire chaotic city want to get rid of Zheng Shiyi, and no one can save him.
It's a pity that such an amazing and talented person will be lost. "
Beigong Lianao raised his head and looked in the direction of the Sword Controlling Sect.
In the Sword Controlling Sect, silhouettes of people, either alone or together, flew rapidly towards the light. The sound of roaring through the air was heard, and on the ground below, weeds were uprooted and headed towards The sky flies.
Wu Qiuxun's residence was extremely remote, and Liu Yuyang's residence was equally remote, and the two places were not in the same direction. He flew out at the fastest speed, and just halfway through, several familiar figures appeared in front of him. Blocked in front of him.
"Mrs. Pan!"
Wu Qiuxun's eyes were focused, and a very cold aura shot out from his eyes, and he shouted loudly to the people in front of him: "What do you want to do!"
Opposite Wu Qiuxun, headed by an old woman, three figures blocked his way forward.
The old woman held the faucet head crutch and smiled softly: "Old man Wu, we haven't seen each other for many days. The old woman is looking for you today because she wants to have tea with you and talk about old times."
"Go away, I don't have time to waste words with you. Anyone who stands in my way will die today!" Wu Qiuxun ignored the old woman's words and stood up and rushed forward. Reminiscing about old times? He and this old woman had nothing to reminisce about. If they stopped him, they must be trying to attack his disciple.
"Anyone who stands in your way will die? If you had said these words before the Holy Tomb was closed, the old woman would indeed be a little afraid. But now, you are already injured and extremely sad. How much strength do you still have? You will be afraid of the old woman. you?"
Seeing that Wu Qiuxun didn't say much to her, she stopped pretending, and just broke her face. She slammed the dragon-headed crutch downwards in her hand, and an extremely powerful aura immediately rushed downwards.
Under this shock, the space below violently surged towards the surroundings. The air was constantly wrinkled as if the ground was affected by some impact, and in the blink of an eye it had already reached the front of Wu Qiuxun.
"roll!"
Wu Qiuxun shouted violently, and pushed his hands in front of him. A stream of extremely rich spiritual energy surged out from his palms, like the most domineering long sword in the world, streaking across the sky. Wherever it passed, the air was instantly blown away. pierce.
The wrinkled space was penetrated by this spiritual energy and dispersed around. In the blink of an eye, the sky returned to normal again.
"Pan Meixin, did Yunwu agree with you for blocking me like this?" Wu Qiuxun smashed the old woman's attack with a palm, and at the same time shouted loudly towards the other side.
"Master Yunwu is not in the sect, so now the Sword Controlling Sect is naturally decided by me as the Supreme Elder!" A fierce look flashed across Pan Meixin's face. He said to the two people on one side: "Elder Juebing, Elder Guhuo, you two and I are entangled in Wu Qiuxun. As for that little beast, someone else will get rid of him!"
"Yes, Supreme Elder!"
Juebing and Zuhuo nodded heavily when they heard the sound, and at the same time they drew out their long knives. Two long knives, one as red as fire, and the other as red as frost, they turned towards Wu Qiuxun one from the left and the other from the right. Cut it off with one knife.
For a time, the temperature of this world changed drastically, and the world on the left became extremely hot, with waves of heat that seemed to melt gold.
On the other side, the temperature in the air suddenly became extremely cold, and a white cold air spread like a road of frost.
At the intersection of ice and fire where Wu Qiuxun was, the air exploded instantly due to the influence of the scorching heat and the cold breath, creating a terrifying tearing force that seemed to tear Wu Qiuxun's body apart completely.
"open!"
On Wu Qiuxun's left and right hands, a crescent-shaped circular blade appeared, and his hands slashed down to both sides at the same time.
With one slash, the air suddenly split open, and two sharp breaths rushed out, cutting through the scorching flames and the biting ice road.
The flames and frost on the left and right sides were like waves of wheat blown by the wind, splitting from the middle and pouring towards the sides.
Just after breaking the attack between the two, Pan Meixin's dragon-headed walking stick had already been smashed down in front of her eyes.
On top of the crutch, a shadow of a giant dragon's head as big as a hill appeared, and bursts of gloomy, strange, and violent aura spread out. The huge dragon head opened up as if it wanted to devour Wu Qiuxun. He took a bite.
Wu Qiuxun quickly retracted his left and right hands, guarding the center of his body.
Almost at the moment when his hands fell, the huge dragon head had been smashed down heavily. It seemed like a huge pillar supporting the sky and the earth had fallen down. An unparalleled force rushed in, and the surrounding air was in this place. The moment was torn apart again.
Wu Qiuxun suddenly felt his hands go numb. The unparalleled force rushed into his body. The energy and blood in his body seemed to explode, surging wildly. Under the impact, his body retreated uncontrollably backwards. After flying a few dozen feet, he stabilized his figure.
"Pfft..."
With the energy and blood in his body surging, Wu Qiuxun opened his mouth, and a mouthful of bright red blood spurted out.
"You're vomiting blood, Wu Qiuxun. It seems that your injuries are more serious than I thought. So what if you take out the illusory sun and moon wheel you got from the Holy Tomb? You still can't break through.
Not to mention the three of us, even Lao Shen alone is enough to stop you now. "Pan Meixin looked at Wu Qiuxun opposite, who was vomiting blood, with a bright smile on her wrinkled face.
Originally, I was a little worried that Wu Qiuxun would break out and severely damage him. After all, the Qiuxin Sect was able to stay in the first place because Wu Qiuxun's strength was too terrifying. Even the masters of the three major sects were not sure of defeating Wu Qiuxun.
But now it seems that Wu Qiuxun thought that Zheng Shiyi died and was so sad that his injuries worsened sharply, and his strength was no longer enough to be feared.
The three of them are enough to stop him. As long as they stop Wu Qiuxun, Zheng Shiyi will definitely die.
In the distance, a sound broke through the air, and two figures fell into the courtyard where Liu Yuyang was, almost in no particular order.
Liu Yuyang immediately raised his head and looked towards the place where the sound of breaking through the air came from, and two figures suddenly came into view.
Tian Zhongqi, Tian Zhongqi, deputy master of the Sword Controlling Sect!
Also, Meng Chongyang!
They both came at the same time, which caused trouble.
Liu Yuyang's expression changed, he stood up and stopped in front of the two of them. He said with an unhappy expression: "Tian Zhongqi, Meng Chongyang, what are you two doing here? My disciple is currently concentrating the martial arts golden elixir. Please don't disturb me. If you have something to do, please wait for me." Let’s talk about my apprentice’s condensation into the golden elixir of martial arts.”
"Liu Yuyang, don't you know the purpose of our coming? Let him condense the golden elixir of martial arts, and let him seize the opportunity to become a marquis?" Tian Zhongqi sneered, stretched out a hand to point to Zheng Shiyi behind, and shouted loudly He shouted: "Liu Yuyang, it has nothing to do with you here. Get out of the way. This sect master can pretend that nothing has happened."
(End of chapter)