The ancient sword plane, from the idle villa. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the quiet and gloomy living room of the villa, a white figure suddenly appeared.

The person who came was dressed in a white gown, with an elegant temperament, so handsome that he was not like a mortal, and his expression naturally revealed a kind of elegant, transcendent indifference and calm.

The figure that suddenly appeared was none other than Feng Rui, who was shuttling from the Fengyun plane.

"Whew! ――”

At the moment when Feng Rui appeared, a gust of yin wind blew in the living room, with a full cold chill, which made people tremble physically and mentally.

Immediately after, a black mist drifted out, instantly filling the entire dilapidated living room.

"It's you little Taoist again, you escaped by luck last time, and you even dared to come to this king's territory......"

The black mist gradually condensed, forming a figure nearly two meters tall, and the aura released by that figure was extremely strong, and its momentum was no worse than that of a cultivator in the Refining Void Period.

This black figure was none other than the thousand-year-old ghost king who had hit Feng Rui hard at the beginning.

"Millennial Ghost King!"

Feng Rui's gaze swept over coldly, it was this thousand-year-old ghost king, who had caused him to be tortured for a whole year.

In the days of the Zhuxian plane, Feng Rui often thought about the thousand-year-old ghost king and wanted to repay his great kindness.

"Boom...... Little Taoist, there is a road in heaven that you don't go, and there is no way for you to break in, since you are looking for death by yourself, then the king is not welcome. ”

"It's not certain who lives and who dies!"

Feng Rui suddenly snorted coldly, if it was a few years ago, he was indeed not the opponent of the Millennium Ghost King, but now it is different from the past, he has broken through the God Transformation Stage and turned into a fire phoenix body that is enough to rival the Millennium Ghost King.

A strange laugh came, the surrounding scene changed instantly, and the familiar sea of blood appeared in front of Feng Rui's eyes again.

Feng Rui was suspended above the sea of blood, his expression was unwavering, and he looked indifferently at the thousand-year-old ghost king floating in the black fog hundreds of zhang away.

"Boom...... Die! ”

As the words of the thousand-year-old ghost king fell, I saw that with the figure of the thousand-year-old ghost king as the center, a mighty blood-red qi suddenly spread.

With the spread of the blood-red qi, the sea of blood churned, and those stumps and broken arms floating on the surface of the sea of blood slowly climbed up from under the sea of blood, it was a dried corpse with a broken body.

"Scatter!"

Looking at the rolling blood-red qi, Feng Rui's brows furrowed slightly, he could feel the horror of the blood-red qi, if he was wrapped in the blood-red qi, I am afraid that all the essence of his body would be swallowed and sucked dry by the blood-red qi.

But with Feng Rui's soft drink, the blood-red qi was restrained by an invisible force, as if the snow had met a fire candle, dissolving at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Roar!"

A dried corpse crawled up from under the sea of blood, and tens of thousands of people rushed towards Feng Rui, some of these dried corpses were beasts, but more of them were humans.

There is no doubt that these dried corpses are the people and demons who have died in the hands of the thousand-year-old ghost king for thousands of years.

"Empty Sword!"

Countless sword shadows descended from the sky, and then exploded, and one after another sword qi spread out, and thousands of dried corpses were chopped up for a while.

But the dried corpses seem to be endless, and they can't be killed, and Feng Rui will crawl out as much as he kills under the sea of blood.

"It's useless, little Taoist, you just wait for death."

"That poor road will destroy this sea of blood!"

Feng Rui's mind moved, and he withdrew the Qinghong Sword, and then his whole body suddenly burned with flames, his figure slowly disappeared, and a three-zhang long phoenix appeared in Feng Rui's original location.

Seeing that the dry corpse was invincible, Feng Rui no longer wasted mana, turned into the body of a fire phoenix, and prepared to burn the sea of blood dry.

"Divine Bird Phoenix!"

The exclamation of the Ghost King suddenly came from the black mist, as if he had seen something incredible.

"Wow! ――”

An earth-shattering phoenix roar sounded, echoing in the endless sea of blood space, and as the phoenix spread its wings and soared, endless flames rose from the void, enveloping the entire sea of blood in an instant.

The temperature of the entire blood sea space was rising, and gradually the blood sea was boiling, and bubbles began to bubble, and the scene was like boiling water.

"Damn, little Taoist, stop."

"Wow! ――”

The answer to the thousand-year-old ghost king was a phoenix roar, with the continuous flapping of wings, the fire spread like a broken bamboo, but everything that met the fire of Nanming was burned into ashes.

Nanming is away from the fire, one of the strongest divine flames in the heavens and all worlds, which can burn the sky and boil the sea, and burn all things.

Although with Feng Rui's current cultivation, he can't really exert the power of Nanming Lihuo, but it is still possible to burn a sea of blood.

The corpses are screaming, and the sea of blood is drying......

In a short period of time, the entire sea of blood disappeared, and tens of thousands of dried corpses also disappeared into this void under the burning of Nanming Li.

"You ......"

The thousand-year-old ghost king's aura was weak, and it was obvious that Feng Rui burned the sea of blood, which greatly damaged his vitality.

"Wow!"

Another phoenix roared through the sky, and Nanming Lihuo burned all over his body, and Feng Rui suddenly pounced on the thousand-year-old ghost king.

The thousand-year-old ghost king only had time to let out a miserable scream, and he was burned to death by Nanming Lihuo, and his soul was scattered.

"Whew!"

Feng Rui's surroundings changed, and he returned to the living room of Zixian Villa.

Behind the transformation back into a human, Feng Rui exhaled softly, his face was a little pale, obviously a lot of mana had been consumed.

The thousand-year-old ghost king's cultivation is profound, and he is quite a cultivator of the Void Period, if it weren't for Nanming Lihuo to restrain him, it would not be easy for Feng Rui to kill him.

Fortunately, everything has ended, the thousand-year-old ghost king is dead after all, and Feng Rui has avenged the original revenge.

"Clank!"

I saw a jade block falling from mid-air, it was a piece of jade balance.

Feng Rui bent down and picked up the fragment of Yuheng on the ground, and a smile couldn't help but show on his pale face.

With the addition of this jade balance, he had already collected two pieces, and now he was only one piece left, and he was able to collect all the jade balance fragments.

"How could Yu Heng be on the thousand-year-old ghost king?"

Feng Rui remembered that in the original book, Yuheng was in the hands of Ye Agarwood, but the current situation is that he not only did not see Ye Agarwood in Zixian Villa, but instead met a thousand-year-old ghost king.

Could it be that Ye Agarwood has been devoured by the thousand-year-old ghost king, and Yuheng has also fallen into the hands of the thousand-year-old ghost king?

Feng Rui shook his head lightly, and didn't think about it so much anymore, as long as he could get the Yuheng fragment, it was enough.

After putting away Yuheng, Feng Rui didn't stay in Zixian Mountain Villa for long, and left directly with his body as a sword, he was ready to wait for the mana to recover, and then return to Tianyun City, he hadn't gone back for several years.

I don't know if Han Suzhen has sent someone to find him in the past few years since he disappeared?

"It's time to go back, too."

In the deep forest not far from Zixian Mountain Villa, Feng Rui sat on a piece of bluestone, and after taking a bottle of pill refining, the mana he consumed had recovered seventy-seven eighty-eight.

Feng Rui didn't delay any longer, and directly used the art of transforming the sword with his body, and flew in the direction of Kunlun Mountain...... (To be continued.) )