In the ruins, wisps of flame fell down, instantly enveloping the sword that had been killed, and the incomparably bright sharp sword was burned, but it still moved forward, but it was melted into nothingness little by little.

Xitian still didn't give up, he continued to step forward, a terrifying phantom appeared behind him, the sword intent was monstrous, as if the sword saint was coming to the world, the aura of the heavens seemed to resonate with his body, turning into sword intent flowing, roaring in the vast and endless void.

Thousands of sword intent, falling down, towards Ling Haochu's body to kill, Ling Haochu looked up at the sky, and saw the sword qi horizontally, Ling Haochu's expression was indifferent, but at this time, there was a flute sound, beside Ling Haochu, Huangfu Jiaxi played the flute, and the light of the rhythm collided with the sword intent like lightning, and it was annihilated and shattered together.

Many people looked at Huangfu Jiaxi, the sound of the flute was long, turning into a terrifying rhythm storm, getting stronger and stronger, wisps of terrifying rhythm air flowed around his body, and the next moment, this rhythm rushed directly into Ling Haochu's spiritual will without any warning.

The sound rhythm was invisible, and there was not even any prelude when he attacked, and even at the moment when Ling Haochu was attacked, the people below the ruins did not notice it.

But that voice directly turned into a spiritual will attack, raging in Ling Haochu's spiritual will, Huangfu Jiaxi's body was still facing the direction of the western sky, with a melancholy temperament, handsome and extraordinary.

At this moment, Ling Haochu's spiritual will world, one after another terrifying light of sound and rhythm slashed in, as if turning into a terrifying dark light, raging wildly, destroying his spiritual will power, he felt cold and piercing all over his body, he thought that the ruins were opened, and he could wait for his cultivation to improve, but he categorically did not expect that here, there was still a fatal blow waiting.

While he was calculating the Heavenly Pride of the Holy Road, there were also people who had been calculating him, waiting for this final fatal blow to directly plunder all his achievements.

There seemed to be a terrifying gray resentful spirit flow in the rhythm, and in an instant, Ling Haochu only felt that his spiritual will was crumbling wildly, and he didn't even have time to use the power of the ruins, the terrifying gray resentful spirit air flow invaded his whole body, and his face instantly turned black, and spread towards his body.

"What's going on?"

At this time, everyone saw the strange expression on Ling Haochu's body and suddenly froze, and then they saw a terrifying invisible rhythm storm enveloping Ling Haochu, as if to isolate Ling Haochu's body from the ruins.

"Huangfu Jiaxi. ”

Everyone's eyes fell on the handsome and melancholy figure, He Yi showed a cold smile when he saw this scene, he felt that this person was very terrifying when he fought with Huangfu Jiaxi before, how could such a person be willing to be used by Ling Haochu, it turned out to be the same as them, hidden deep enough.

Mu Feng stepped out in an instant, and extremely sharp golden feathers swept out, like terrifying spears stabbing out.

Huangfu Jiaxi was still playing Changxiao, but at the same time, there was a dark glow shining, attacking along with the rhythm, and the branches and vines attacked by Mu Feng turned black in an instant, and then withered, lifeless, and lost their attack power.

"The spirit of resentment. ”

Many people's hearts trembled violently when they saw this scene, and they remembered the people who died inexplicably in the palace, it turned out to be him!

Their hearts trembled, Huangfu Jiaxi was handsome and extraordinary, with an outstanding temperament, and his cultivation talents were all superior, and he was recommended by others to guard Ling Haochu's side, but this Huangfu Jiaxi had a terrible other side.

"Resentful Sorcerer. Those top figures all showed a look of surprise, their eyes looked at Huangfu Jiaxi, the sound of the flute was still the same, Ling Haochu's face completely turned black, and the resentful spirit qi swept through his body, wanting to deprive him of his vitality, and at the same time, the spiritual will attack of the sound law made him unable to communicate with the relics, and was eaten away little by little.

But at this time, there was a terrifying light flowing around Ling Haochu's body, and the black air flow disappeared from his face little by little, and at the same time, in his spiritual will, Huangfu Jiaxi felt that a divine power was guarding it, unable to erode and destroy.

"Boom. The terrifying flame will wrapped around the body, incinerating all the will of the resentful spirits, and then opened his eyes, and the cold flames in his eyes shot towards Huangfu Jiaxi, the ruins rioted, and a terrifying ray of flame will light rushed into Huangfu Jiaxi's mind, Huangfu Jiaxi snorted, his body was shocked back, he put down Changxiao, and glanced at Ling Haochu, in the other party's spiritual will, there was a mysterious force guarding him, causing him to fail.

In an instant, the terrifying flame air flow swept out, flooding towards Huangfu Jiaxi, but saw a black smoke around Huangfu Jiaxi's body, lifeless, and frantically fled into the distance, but the flame air still caught up, making it burn, the dark smoke exploded, and then turned into ashes, and in the distance, Huangfu Jiaxi's body floated down, still a handsome son, outstanding.

Huangfu Jiaxi glanced at Ling Haochu, his expression was the same as usual, although he failed, he still looked light and light, turned around, and then drifted away, ready to leave.

"Who are you?" He Yi stepped over, looking at Huangfu Jiaxi, it seemed that he was not wronged at all when he was blocked by Huangfu Jiaxi before.

Huangfu Jiaxi didn't pay attention to it, still walked away, He Yi stepped out, his palm was raised, and suddenly the endless ruin fire floated in the void, only to see Huangfu Jiaxi, who was facing away from him, took out Changxiao, and played again, in the distance, there were figures rising in the air, heading straight for He Yi.

He Yi frowned slightly, waved his palm, and the ruins burned out, enveloping those figures, but seeing these figures as if they didn't feel it, they continued to kill him.

"Wraiths. He Yi's face was pale, and he raised his palm to grab the incoming figure, and the big palm print of the ruin fire burned everything, burning the killing figure into nothingness, but seeing that Huangfu Jiaxi's body was already far away, he didn't seem interested in fighting him at all.

"To control the resentful spirit, it must be the descendant of the resentful spirit, and it seems that the generation of the Shangcang Continent will not be peaceful. Mingyue on the Void Battleship opened her mouth and said, Tong You, Xitian, Lingjun and others are all demonic characters.

Nowadays, there are descendants of the resentful spirit god, the resentful spirit god is cold and withdrawn, there are not many people who have died in his hands, there are too many big people who want to destroy him, but those who dare to do it are often miserable, and now the resentful spirit god is already a terrible existence at the top of the list.

Even if it is Ling Haochu, his talent is very strong, but the realm is slightly weaker, and this holy path is as strong as a cloud.

Moreover, this is only one of the six holy paths, and the purple road has not been the most favored holy road.

When they walked out of the purple path and gathered at the source of the Hades Emperor Peak, the six holy paths gathered, what kind of scene would it be at that time?

However, although Ling Haochu couldn't help him with the ruins temporarily, he was undoubtedly playing with fire and self-immolation, even if the ruins could improve his strength, but what about after that?

After playing Tong You and others, where is there a way for Ling Haochu to live, even if he is extremely talented, and he is the seventh master of the Purple Cloud Sect, I am afraid that he will still be killed.

"What's the point of dying here even though you have ascended to the realm? Let's go. Mingyue glanced at Ling Haochu lightly, turned around and left!

(End of chapter)