Mystery: start a secret pavilion

"Friend Daoist, I have been waiting for a long time."

This existence at the seventh level of Saint Realm frowned.

When the saints of Wuxiang Sect and Zhangtian Pavilion fell one after another, and the visions of heaven and earth continued to appear, he had already noticed it...

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Following Henry Zhang and other three saints, one died and two fled, the 20 army was completely disorganized and became a leaderless scattered sand. The Zhenbei Army led by Chen Kaizhi and Ye Jiantian killed them and fled desperately.

"boom!"

Hundreds of miles away, the incomparable saint's aura is overwhelming, mixed with terrifying evil spirit, as if a demon god is born, suppressing everything.

Especially the roar of tens of thousands of undead, under the blessing of Xuanjizi's holy soul, is full of killing, bloody, and extremely chaotic atmosphere, so it should not be listened to.

"what!"

The second saint let out a scream, and the seven orifices that were shaken by the sound bled, and then his body split open.

Even the holy soul was cracked with numerous cracks.

And it spread at an extremely fast speed, and in a blink of an eye the chicken looked like a delicate porcelain full of cracks.

"No, save me!"

The saint called for help, but to no avail.

Henry Zhang watched him fall, his scalp numb with fright.

The saint died, the vision of heaven and earth appeared, and the blood rained pouring down.

Henry Zhang glanced back at the blood soul in the blood rain, he was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder were torn apart, he did not dare to stay for a while.

damn it!
How could there be such a variable?
Henry Zhang cursed angrily in his heart, with a hideous face.

"Next, it's your turn!"

Xuanjizi smiled ferociously, licked his lips, and continued to show the playful look of a cat playing with a mouse.

The voices of the tens of thousands of undead drowned this piece of heaven and earth.

"puff!"

Henry Zhang spurted blood, his body exploded, revealing infinite panic, panic like a bereaved dog.

Therefore, all the means that can save life have been used, such as the earth-level spirit treasure, the space-breaking talisman, and the death talisman...

However, in the face of absolute power, all are useless.

All these life-saving means are ineffective!

"Jie Jie... I died so badly!"

"Why, you want to kill us."

"My son, the full moon has just passed, you bastards have eaten my son alive!"

……

These undead have blood and tears on their faces, their eyes are venomous, and their evil spirits are soaring to the sky.

They all showed their faces before death, hideous and scary, they all swarmed up and drilled towards Henry Zhang.

"what!"

Amidst the stern screams, Henry Zhang was enveloped by a cloud of monstrous black air, and the holy soul instantly became dark.

"No, don't, I was wrong, I was wrong..." Henry Zhang looked crazy and kept begging for mercy.

"you are wrong?"

"Hehe, will my child survive?"

"My wife and children, my father, will they survive?"

……

In the blink of an eye, Henry Zhang was already angry, and the Xuanji who came over stepped on the holy soul to pieces.

These tens of thousands of undead who had their vengeance also dissipated with a sound of evil spirit, and dissipated in this piece of heaven and earth.

Qiqi bowed his head and bowed to Xuanjizi.

Xuanjizi's holy soul, which was sluggish at a rapid pace, actually stabilized, with a golden light emitting from the edge.

Except that the consciousness is still ignorant, it has improved a lot.

This is the gratitude of thousands of undead souls, who gathered extremely huge merits, and by chance, Xuanjizi's life was saved.

"who I am?"

"I want revenge."

Xuanjizi whispered and wandered around the Ziyun Empire.

And Chen Kaizhi and Ye Jiantian in the distance also breathed a sigh of relief when they saw this scene.

Fortunately, these tens of millions of undead disappeared in this world after killing Henry Zhang. Otherwise, if these tens of millions of undead were allowed to use Xuanjizi's holy soul as a carrier to wander the Ziyun Empire, the consequences would be disastrous.

"Immediately edit a letter and pass it on to the sixth princess." Chen Kaizhi ordered.

……

At this moment, Zhangtian Pavilion.

Xiaoxiao Muyu, with a moist breath, dotted this piece of heaven and earth.

Suddenly, in the evening rain, frost danced, gradually getting colder, and the evening rain also turned into snowflakes, falling down.

Snow-capped, the sky and the earth are boundless.

The breath of the saint is fighting, and the sanctuary is colliding.

One is to fight against Zhangtian Pavilion with one's own strength, and the other is to fight against one person with the help of Zhangtian Pavilion's magic circle.

Zhang Tiange, a saint at the seventh level of saint realm, trembled, looked at Yiyue with disbelief on his face: "The last palace master of Xuannv Palace is still alive!"

Not only is he alive, but he has also broken through the ninth level of the saint realm.

Zhangtian Pavilion is in danger!
Yiyue smiled and said: "Hongyang, you are still alive, I should be surprised."

Hongyang, a veteran saint!
In Yiyue's era, No. 1 of the younger generation, known as the most talented, was the candidate to succeed the next Zhangtian Pavilion Master, and the voice was the highest.

Later, because of practicing kung fu, Hongyang's foundation was damaged, and his cultivation base was not able to improve. His former aura was gradually overshadowed by a rising star, namely Gu Tianxuan.

Gradually depressed and frustrated, gradually dying of old age.

But he didn't expect that the rumors were false. Not only did this guy not die of old age, but he also broke through the shackles and broke through to the seventh level of the Saint Realm.

"Ninth level of the Saint Realm, what a desirable realm, what a pity..." Hongyang stared at Yiyue, as if looking at himself when he was young, feeling extremely sad.

His foundation was damaged back then, and he wanted to end his life in the world of mortals, but by chance, the world of mortals refined his heart, and his Dao Xin made great strides forward.

Later, I tried every means to repair the damaged foundation, and reaching the seventh level of the saint realm was already the limit.

At the ninth level of the saint realm, he is hopeless in this life.

Longing, lamentation, regret, all kinds of expressions emerged, and were finally replaced by a burning fighting spirit.

"I'm overestimating my capabilities today, I want to experience for myself the strength of the ninth level of the Saint Realm." Hongyang's voice broke through the clouds.

With a wild laugh, the aura of a saint all over his body became more and more powerful, turning into a beam of light and heading straight into the sky.

A pair of sharp eyes, with a terrifying meaning against the sky, seems to tear the sky.

Seeing this, Ye Ziyun turned pale with shock.

At this moment, the old man seemed to have returned to his youth, full of heroism and high spirits.

"Old Ancestor!" The elders and disciples of Zhangtian Pavilion yelled sadly.

Hongyang is burning his holy soul in exchange for the peak combat power in his life, no matter what the result is, he will definitely die.

"Haha...don't feel sorry for me, it's my honor to be able to fight against the existence of Saint Realm Ninth Layer!"

Hongyang disregarded life and death and was free and easy.

In this battle, he had to fight with the burning holy soul to survive until Gu Tianxuan came back.

At this moment, Hongyang wanted to be a mortal who raised a knife to slaughter a god, with an incomparably crazy expression, he killed Yiyue in the most brilliant light and the most tyrannical breath.

"Get out!"

Yiyue straightened her expression, and took Ye Ziyun, Mingyue, and Qingyue to shelter.

Forget it, since you want to die, I will let you die decently.

Yiyue carried a trace of respect, more of a murderous intent, and as the sanctuary unfolded, it filled the world.

The saint's ninefold aura swept across all directions, hitting Huanglong directly.

Hongyang was held down by a jade hand and pushed into the ground, his saintly aura dissipated.

That's it... it's over?

Ye Ziyun was dumbfounded, while Zhang Tian Pavilion's disciples and elders looked concerned.

"It's not over yet!"

Roar!

A figure of a holy man, with a ferocious face, sprang out from the ground, drenched in blood.

The more blood flowed, the stronger the aura on his body became, and finally broke through the critical point, reaching the aura of the eighth level of the Saint Realm.

This is just the beginning!