"Young Master...... Dead?"

"The Young Master ???"

Wu Xu and Wei Chi stared blankly at the mass of ashes in front of the drunken temple, and let out the most terrifying moan of their lives.

“........”

Everyone present was instantly dumbfounded, the ninefold Pi Xiao of the Yudan Realm, the number one seed player of Wan Zongdou, and the genius of the Seven Great Sects, were actually killed, and it was still in the form of no bones.

Feeling the increasingly swollen killing intent of the drunken temple, Wu Xu and Wei Chi immediately did not hesitate, the empty card appeared in their hands, flew up and picked up the bloody Shen Cang on the side, and immediately smashed the empty card.

A dazzling white light flowed, and the breath of the three disappeared in this world.

"Hehe, it's pretty fast. Drunken Temple smiled coldly and looked at the place where the three of them disappeared.

"Drunken brother, it seems that the biggest dark horse in Wanzong Dou this time belongs to you. At this time, Nangong Li walked forward slowly, looking at the drunken temple, his eyes were a little complicated, and there was obviously a trace of awe in his eyes compared to the original indifference.

"Kill the owl, the Poison Sect will never give up. A cold voice came, and at this time, Leng Qing Snow Lotus moved lightly and approached.

"That's right. This is the only son of the sect leader of the Poison Sect, Bi Tianyang, if you kill him, I am afraid that after the end of the Wanzong fight, Pi Tianyang will find you to settle accounts with the Autumn Queen. Nangong Li also nodded and reminded on the side.

"You really shouldn't have killed him......"

"Even if you don't know how to do it alone, I'm afraid that his poisonous sect will retaliate against your sect. ”

Drunk this temple heard the words, silent.

Sure enough, I was still a little impulsive. He was thinking about how to go on in this Ten Thousand Sect Fight, but he forgot what kind of impact the Poison Sect, a jade-level giant, would have on the Sword Sect.

Drunk this temple frowned, and there was some regret in his heart.

A pair of slender and tender jade hands held his arm, feeling the fragrance of the girl, drunk in this temple came back to his senses, and Bai Xuan's beautiful eyes were full of tenderness.

"Senior Brother Drunk, don't blame yourself. Even if you don't kill him, he'll get revenge. It's not your fault, you're not wrong. ”

Drunk in this temple gratefully listened to Bai Xuan's gentle soft voice, Tang Zixuan on the side looked at the two of them with clear eyes, Liu Mei frowned uncomfortably, and a strange feeling stirred a ripple in her cold pool-like heart.

After putting away the strangeness in her heart, Tang Zixuan just stared at the inky eyes of the drunken temple with beautiful eyes, and did not speak. However, the self-evident encouragement in her eyes was already understood by the drunken temple.

"Hehe, now that your battle is over, it's almost time for me and Leng Qingxue to leave, and we still have our teammates to find. Let's go our separate ways. ”

At this time, Nangong Li let out a faint smile and broke the silence.

Drunk in this temple when he heard the sound, he immediately hugged his fists and smiled: "Okay, Brother Nangong, Miss Leng, if the mountains and rivers meet, then we are looking forward to meeting in the finals." ”

"Hahahaha, it's a deal. However, the next time we meet, we will be enemies. Nangong Li laughed loudly, looking at the drunken temple with admiration in his eyes.

Leng Qingxue's cold eyes moved slightly, her graceful body turned around, and she still said softly: "Tang Zixuan, my words still count." Snow God Shrine, you are always welcome. ”

As the cold voices faded away, the backs of the two disappeared into the distance.

When we meet again, it will be the time of the decisive battle of the Ten Thousand Sects.

After the three people of the drunken temple watched Nangong Li and Leng Qingxue's departure, they immediately headed towards the other side, Lin Chen and Murong Feng's whereabouts were not known yet, and their top priority was to make peace with them.

......

It's a gloomy place.

Poison Sect.

A gloomy bleak sun shrouded the land. The surrounding forest is as quiet as if everything is sleeping in the fear of death, and at times, the ghostly figures and eerie cries can evoke the hallucination of the underworld.

At this moment, rows of palaces suddenly appeared in this gloomy area.

In the dark brick hall, a middle-aged man in a black robe with dark eyes sat on it.

Click.

A faint cracking sound sounded in the silent palace, and at the same time, a dark yellow wooden plaque in the middle-aged man's hand instantly turned into powder.

"Xiao'er?......." the middle-aged man muttered dumbly.

Immediately afterward, an extremely suppressed anger dissipated in this palace, and the pillars of the temple around seemed to tremble.

"Zong...... Sect Master?"

Several figures appeared in the hall in an instant, and each person's breath had the level of the Spirit Realm.

"Who is it...... Kill my son?!?"

"Ahh

A thunderous roar erupted from the middle-aged man's throat, and immediately after, several powerhouses of the Spirit Realm were shocked out of the hall by this terrifying anger fluctuation, spitting blood out of their mouths.

A murderous aura swept out of the territory of the Poison Sect.

.......

Savage Ancient Realm.

It's been more than a month since I entered the Ancient Realm.

At this time, Wan Zongdou gradually entered the white-hot stage.

Many contestants have been eliminated from it, and many people even hate it.

.......

In the midst of a monument, a man in Tsing Yi stands quietly.

He has white silver hair, a handsome and fair face, a pair of heterochromatic pupils are very rare, his left eye is red, and his right eye is ice blue, which looks extremely weird.

At this time, there were several corpses piled up around the place where he was standing, and there was a faint trace of blood on his hands, and a strong smell of blood emanated from his hands.

"Hehe, this weeping blood record has finally reached the realm of transformation......" A trace of excitement flashed in the silver-haired young man's heterochromatic pupils, and his tongue couldn't help licking his lips and muttering to himself.

The young man's long body exuded a majestic aura of mystical power, and he had faintly reached the late stage of the Yudan realm. On the scoreboard around his waist, a line of eye-catching numbers is jaw-dropping.

Ten thousand.

And underneath the numbers, the words that symbolized his identity were even more surprising.

Xuanhuang-level forces, Brahman, Qingziming.

......

On top of a steep mountain cliff, a purple-haired young man sat quietly on it with his eyes closed, and a dull sound of thunder came from his body.

Beside him, four young men in the same attire stood with their hands in their hands, each of them reaching the level of the Jiedan Realm.

The purple-haired young man is naturally the second place on the hidden dragon list.

Purple Cloud Palace, thunder.

"Hmm...... The feeling of the smart realm is really hearty. Lei Dong's purple eyes opened suddenly, and the powerful Xuan power in his body exploded instantly, and layers of energy ripples spread out in all directions.

"Young Master, have you broken through the Spirit Realm?!"

Behind him were four Purple Cloud Palace disciples who exclaimed.

"Hehe, naturally. It's time to speed up the game. Lei Dong smiled faintly, his sturdy body slowly stood up, and purple thunder flashed on his body.

Syllable!

A thunderbolt fell in the dark sky above the dark clouds, and the deafening thunder was as terrifying as a dragon's roar.

After the thunder dissipated, the cliff that was originally full of people was empty.

.......

A turquoise lake.

There was a mist like green smoke on the lake, and only the gray shadow of the mountain could be faintly discerned when you looked at the mountains in the distance.

A young figure was running wildly, his hair was very haphazard, and his eyes were slightly tired.

It was Murong Feng.

At this time, he seemed to be a little embarrassed, and several figures behind him were chasing closely, and everyone's cultivation was in the late stage of the palace realm, and the first one actually reached the level of the knot pill realm.

"Tsk, these guys, they can really chase. Murong Feng swept towards the few people behind him and said depressedly.

Bang bang bang!

Several wind blades roared from behind him, Murong Fengyan quickly turned over to avoid the attack, and the person led by him had already forced in front of him.

"Hmph, hand over the points, get out. When you meet me, you can only be considered unlucky. The long-haired young man in front of him said proudly, and the fluctuations of the Xuan power in his body were very majestic.

Wind God Sect, Wind Howling Sky. Among the fire phosphorus-level forces, the person with the highest ranking on the Hidden Dragon List.

Murong Feng met him very unfortunately, and the Wind God Sect not only has Feng Xiaotian, but also three fellow disciples have already met, at this time, Murong Feng is simply a fat sheep to his mouth, how can he not eat the gift of Feng Xiaotian.

Just as Murong Feng's face was ugly, and he was about to hand over his points with a sigh, an immortal sound with a strong mystical power suddenly vibrated out.

Including the howling wind, everyone felt their internal organs rolling, and they all took dozens of steps back.

A shadow stepped out of the forest, and with every step, the majestic Xuanli fluctuations made everyone tremble.

The woman's complexion is exquisite, long and slender, with a bowing swallowtail-shaped hairpin, a graceful delicate body and jade body, dressed in a light green Luo Yi gown, shining under the scattering of candlelight, permeated with fairy energy, indifferent, and elegant, like a beautiful fairy who does not eat fireworks and descends from the heavens.

Immediately after, another man and a woman walked out of the forest, and their breaths were also very strong.

Everyone's eyes were attracted by the beautiful girl in the air, she held a guqin in her jade hand, and the jade hand was lightly plucked, and the sound of heaven was moving.

A beautiful and awe-inspiring name slowly came out of the mouths of Murong Feng and Feng Xiaotian.

"Phantom Sound Valley... Mu Xuanyin. ”