Chapter 49: The Rebirth of the Ethereal Valley

Zhao Xiaofeng's Blood Flame Divine Sword was unsheathed.

The sword flashed, and blood splattered......

Two bloody palms fell to the ground.

Zhao Xiaofeng never expected that this strange man would instantly grow a new pair of palms.

"Regeneration!" Is this the legendary "regeneration"?

The strange man smiled strangely, and his ten fingers were like a sword, stabbing straight at Zhao Xiaofeng.

The Blood Flame Divine Sword in Zhao Xiaofeng's hand swung out again.

The two palms of the weirdo were chopped off again.

This time, before the strange man could grow a new palm, the Blood Flame Divine Sword in Zhao Xiaofeng's hand swung out again.

With a flip of Zhao Xiaofeng's wrist, the Blood Flame Divine Sword drew a strange circle, and then stabbed straight into the air.

Blood Flame Divine Knife First Style: Blood Flame Soars into the Sky!

The first form of the divine sword was used, and a circle of blood-red flames, centered on Zhao Xiaofeng, instantly spread around.

The stranger screamed and ran away, as if he had a natural fear of fire.

Zhao Xiaofeng returned the Blood Flame Divine Sword to the sheath, he didn't chase it, he didn't want to kill it all!

In front of me is a thick fog that has no end in sight.

Zhao Xiaofeng walked aimlessly, and he didn't know how long he had walked or how many miles he had walked!

In front of you, in addition to fog, it's still fog!

Zhao Xiaofeng stopped suddenly, because he keenly felt a strange cold, which was coming from under his feet. Zhao Xiaofeng hurriedly looked down. The ground beneath this foot is not very different from the rest of the world.

The gravel-strewn grass was soaked in a thick mist. Strangely, although the grass here does not see sunlight all year round, it is surprisingly green, so green that it is close to the eye!

Zhao Xiaofeng suddenly drew his knife and slashed to the ground!

With a loud "boom", a large hole suddenly cracked in the ground, and this large hole was expanding at an alarming speed, and after a while, a large pit about 100 zhang wide and bottomless was formed. A strange cold is constantly emerging from the pit.

Suddenly there was an exclamation from the big pit. Although the voice was not loud, it clearly reached Zhao Xiaofeng's ears.

When Zhao Xiaofeng listened carefully, the exclamation did not sound again.

There's a man down there! What's going on?

Zhao Xiaofeng recited the spell, and the whole person disappeared in an instant. He's in the Red Realm!

The range of the Dark Realm is only one mile, and it has risen to the Red Realm Realm, and the range has reached ten miles!

Zhao Xiaofeng adjusted the Red Realm Domain to vertical downwards, and after adjusting the position, the Red Realm Realm could no longer move. Whether it is the previous Dark Realm or the current Red Realm, after adjusting the position, it can no longer be moved. This is one of their shortcomings.

In the Red Realm, you can see the situation outside, although it is very vague and you can only see a rough idea, but it is still much better than the terrifying darkness in the Dark Realm.

Zhao Xiaofeng's thin and thin body was attached to the Red Realm Domain like a gecko, and he was pleasantly surprised to find that the originally pot-shaped realm had turned into a tube, and the ground and surroundings had become extremely thin, and he could see the outside from that direction. Although there was a faint red light here, with Zhao Xiaofeng's keen eyesight now, he could see the situation clearly within ten zhang outside.

There was a light in the pit slowly, but it was not very bright, like the faint candlelight in the hut on a cold night.

The candlelight grew brighter and brighter, and it was a pile of blazing flames!

What made Zhao Xiaofeng strange was that this fire was not at the bottom of the pit, but on the wall of the pit! When Zhao Xiaofeng looked closely, he was taken aback again.

Behind the raging fire, there was a faint figure flickering!

Zhao Xiaofeng put away the Red Realm Realm, and his body jumped, like an arrow off the string, through the fire.

Behind the fire was a huge cave, with stone pillars and stalagmites of various shapes everywhere. A strange cold hit, and Zhao Xiaofeng couldn't help but shiver.

The entrance to the cave was sealed by a raging fire, and the strange stone pillars and stalagmites in the cave were reflected by the firelight, reflecting a strange brilliance. There are no lights, but it's bright.

There is a hammock in the cave, and on the hammock sits a middle-aged man with a pale face. When Zhao Xiaofeng looked closely, the middle-aged man's pale face slowly became blurred, as if it was covered with a thick fog in an instant.

To Zhao Xiaofeng's surprise, his eyesight couldn't penetrate this small fog. The Ethereal Valley was filled with a thick mist, but with the assistance of the three great inheritance orbs, Zhao Xiaofeng's eyesight was not affected in the slightest.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Xiaofeng couldn't see through the mist on the face of this mysterious middle-aged man!

Zhao Xiaofeng turned around suddenly, and five people appeared behind him like ghosts: the old monk Zhixian, the sorrowful man, the red-faced man Jiang Ling, the black-faced man Luo Tian, the purple-faced man Hongqiao, and the lord of the phantom array, the strange man with his hair scattered!

Zhao Xiaofeng is ready to fight.

The strange thing was that these five people didn't seem to see Zhao Xiaofeng, and they all looked directly at the mysterious middle-aged man in the hammock with both eyes.

It's so weird, so weird that it gives you goosebumps.

The mysterious middle-aged man in the hammock suddenly moved, his feet moving first, then his hands, and finally his head, while his torso seemed to freeze and motionless. The thick mist that shrouded the middle-aged man's face slowly thinned, and finally completely dissipated.

What a handsome face!

The five people who appeared like ghosts just now also changed, and their originally dull eyes instantly became bright.

The middle-aged man spoke, his voice was slow and steady, and his penetrating power was also extremely strong.

Although the voice was not loud, Zhao Xiaofeng felt pain in his eardrums.

The middle-aged man suddenly jumped out of the hammock with a smile on his face: "This little brother has come from afar, you must treat him well." He looked at Zhao Xiaofeng, as if a butcher was looking at a lamb to the slaughter.

The phantom array monster ran over with his hair scattered: "My subordinates will treat him well and keep him satisfied!" he spoke, and his long pointed nails had stabbed Zhao Xiaofeng like lightning.

Zhao Xiaofeng had already prepared, and the Blood Flame Divine Sword "Cang" came out of the sheath with a bang.

The Blood Flame Divine Sword came out of its sheath, and a red light illuminated the surroundings.

With a flip of Zhao Xiaofeng's wrist, the Blood Flame Divine Sword drew a strange circle, and then stabbed straight into the air.

Blood Flame Divine Knife First Style: Blood Flame Soars into the Sky!

The first form of the divine sword was used, and a circle of blood-red flames, centered on Zhao Xiaofeng, instantly spread around.

The phantom array monster wanted to run again, but it was too late, and the blood-red flames instantly surrounded him in the middle, and wherever he retreated, the flames followed.

Heart-rending screams echoed through the empty cavern, making people's scalps tingle to listen to.

As soon as the screams began, they disappeared.

The master of the phantom array has turned into a handful of flying ashes!

Monk Zhixian and Chou Dalang and his party hid far away, because they had already learned the power of the Blood Flame Divine Sword.

The mysterious middle-aged man didn't change his face, stroked his palms and laughed: "The old man has been asleep for many years, but I didn't expect to watch a good show as soon as I woke up today! Wonderful, wonderful......" He said while waving to the sad man.

Sorrowful Dalang and his entourage walked over in fear.

The mysterious middle-aged man smiled: "If I'm not mistaken, this is the fourth time you've come to my Ethereal Valley!"

Chou Dalang kept his head down, and he didn't even dare to breathe: "The four of our brothers have all suffered a death catastrophe, thanks to the mercy of the valley lord, let us be resurrected!" As he spoke, his white face flushed with excitement: "Our brothers know that the valley lord is full of calamity, so he has come thousands of miles to congratulate!"

The mysterious middle-aged man smiled, and a thin wrinkle appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Daohe is fake, come to kill me real!"

Chou Dalang's face changed greatly, and he knelt down on his knees: "I am waiting for the gratitude of the people, and I am loyal to the valley master, how can I ......" Before he finished speaking, he suddenly made a move.

A contemptuous smile flashed across the corner of the mysterious middle-aged man's mouth: "Just by you, you also want to take the initiative with Bengu?"

Chou Dalang made a move, and the red-faced Jiang Ling, the black-faced Luo Tian, and the purple-faced Hong Qiao also followed.

The mysterious middle-aged man stood still, he just waved his hand at the four of them.

As soon as Chou Dalang and the other four jumped up, they all suddenly fell straight down, and as soon as they fell to the ground, they began to convulse non-stop. In a matter of moments, they were four stiff corpses.

Zhao Xiaofeng was also taken aback, he didn't expect the owner of this Ethereal Valley to be so strong, just by simply waving his hand, he turned the four living big men into four stiff corpses.

From beginning to end, Zhao Xiaofeng didn't feel any strength.

What's going on? Could it be that this mysterious middle-aged man has some powerful weapon hidden in his body? Or is it ......

Zhao Xiaofeng couldn't figure it out!

The mysterious middle-aged man sneered: "I can make you reborn, or I can make you fall to hell forever!"

Monk Zhixian ran over tremblingly, his face full of tears, and said in a trembling voice, "I brought you here...... I didn't expect ...... but it has harmed you......"

The mysterious middle-aged man sneered: "Today is the day of my rebirth, remember that I told you before that the day of my rebirth is the weakest martial arts cultivation in my life, you must protect me well." If I can survive this day safely, I will be able to live for another thousand years, otherwise, I will be completely destroyed, and I will never recover!"

The Zhixian monk was surprised: "Could it be that what you said is all false?"

The mysterious middle-aged man laughed and said, "One thing is fake. ”

Monk Zhixian couldn't help but ask, "Which point?"

The mysterious middle-aged man said proudly: "On the day I am reborn, my martial arts cultivation is not the weakest, but the strongest!"

Monk Zhixian looked confused: "Why are you lying?"

The mysterious middle-aged man smiled slyly: "The heart of defense is indispensable, and I always have to keep a hand on you." As he spoke, he pointed to the corpses of the four people on the ground: "Look at it, they thought there was an opportunity, and this is how it ended." ”

The monk Zhixian fell to his knees and cried loudly: "I didn't kill them, but they died because of me." ”

The mysterious middle-aged man sighed: "For thousands of years, you have indeed done a lot of things for my Ethereal Valley, and I didn't kill you at the beginning, just because I knew you were very honest." ”

Monk Zhixian cried even more.