Hehuan Sect, Qiyao Gate Station.

Quan Zhenren's face was very bad, because he had just received the news that Yongle City had been destroyed, the entire city had been destroyed, and thousands of years of hard work of the Hehuan Sect had been burned.

Although the Hehuan Sect sent disciples to inspect and track down the demons, he also knew that those disciples alone could not deal with the comers.

Because the strength of the other party has also seen it himself, it is not something that can be measured by common sense.

"That old man with fierce teeth relied on the fact that he came from that place, and he was so confident in his poison, but he didn't know that that person's strength was also strong, and he could fight with the demon clan for so long, how could he not have a little means!" Quan Zhenren said with an ugly face.

On that day, in the ruins of Bafang City, they couldn't hold a few moves in the hands of the Blood Flame Commander, and the magic spells they cast were easily broken by this demon, and the means used by the demon were the magic powers of the god transformation period.

And Lei Luo was able to support this demon for so long, this alone was already terrifying, and they only saw a demon phantom behind them, and they didn't know whether the Blood Flame Commander was dead or not.

If they knew that the Blood Flame Commander had died at the hands of Lei Luo, I don't know if they would be even more shocked.

"But what I'm most worried about is that in the future, the mountain gates of our three righteous sects will be destroyed, and the 10,000-year-old foundation will be destroyed in one fell swoop, and now the Hehuan Sect is powerful, maybe they will want to unify Nanjue!" Quan Zhenren worried.

There was a hint of melancholy on his face, the attention of the three sects to abandon the sect and retreat was still raised by himself, but now that he thinks about it, there is still something wrong.

The three of them are now under the fence, if the fierce demon is exterminated, although they and the others can restore the cultivation immortal realm of the Nanjue Kingdom.

However, the damage of the Hehuan Sect is the least, and the last one is dominant, and they have the final say in the entire Nanjue Kingdom.

Besides, Mrs. Zhen's strength is strong, and with the help of the old man with fierce teeth, she can't control the other party alone.

Thinking of this, he remembered the various scenes in the main hall before, where the old man with fierce teeth poisoned himself and others.

Although the other party said that it was an unintentional mistake, but would the great monk in the late Yuan Infant period be careless, this is naturally impossible, could it be that he was instructed by Mrs. Zhen to give himself and others a disadvantage.

"It's really difficult, how will our three sects compete with the Hehuan Sect in the future!" Quan Zhenren shook his head and said, looking slightly tired.

Then he was about to open his mouth to call a few of his junior disciples, but suddenly his expression froze, as if he had noticed that something was wrong, and the whole person suddenly stood up.

There was a sound of unhurried footsteps, and Quan Zhenren looked at the aisle in front of him as if he was facing a great enemy, because the person who came gave him a very dangerous feeling.

The door to the room was gently pushed open, and when the door was pushed open, a pungent smell of blood came, but there was not a drop of blood on the person who came, which was a bit strange.

"It's you!" Quan Zhenren said in surprise when he saw the face of the person who came.

"Yes, it's Lei!"

The person who came simply admitted his identity, it was Lei Luo himself.

He killed several other Yuan Infant Late Stage of Qiyao Sect, and now there is only this last person left, that is, the Quan Zhenren in front of him.

For this person, Lei Luo's first impression was that of a hypocrite, and it was impossible for a person who took refuge in the demon clan to gain his respect.

"I can't imagine that Your Excellency dares to take risks alone, don't you know that the people of the Hehuan Sect are going around arresting you?" Quan Zhenren threatened.

As he spoke, he slowly reached for the storage bag around his waist, trying to do something.

"Arrested, it seems that Lei has made some big mistake, I don't know what the hell is going on, can Quan Daoyou solve my confusion?"

"Naturally, it's a matter of you turning your back on the human race and taking refuge in the demon race!" Quan Zhenren's face was slightly ugly, but he quickly calmed down and said solemnly.

As soon as these words came out, Lei Luo laughed in front of the other party as if he had heard a big joke.

Lei Luo smiled so arrogantly, which made the face of Quan Zhenren on the other side a little ugly.

But the moment he touched the bag with both hands, his expression returned to normal, and the color in his eyes flashed.

"Die!" Quan Zhenren didn't have any bearing, and after seeing that the enemy in front of him was still laughing, he sacrificed his natal magic weapon to sneak attack.

A silver rainbow stabbed directly into Lei Luo's chest, but he was naturally unable to be hit by the preparation, and with a quick flick of his two fingers towards the silver rainbow, he knocked the opponent's magic weapon out.

"Boom-" There was a clear sound, followed by a buzzing sound, and a silver-white flying sword shook and flew back tremblingly.

"How is that possible!" said Kwon Zhenren in disbelief.

His own flying sword magic weapon was extremely sharp, and he was actually knocked away by the other party with two fingers, which was impossible to happen in the past.

"No wonder among the Nine Great Sects, many people say that you are a hypocrite, this is true, Your Excellency is really a person who sells his reputation and reputation!" Lei Luo sneered, his eyes full of disdainful smiles.

After he finished speaking, he didn't give the other party a chance to react and bullied himself, because this room was only a few tens of zhang in size, and this distance was completely melee combat.

Quan Zhenren's face changed greatly when he saw the person coming to him quickly, and the memories in Bafang City came to his heart, but the other party instantly killed Gongsun Zhuo, Gu Xiuyuan and other masters in close combat.

As soon as he gritted his teeth, a red light flashed in his palm, and then with a wave of his robe, a three-foot long sword flew out and was clenched in his hand as soon as it turned down.

Although the shape of this sword is simple, the whole body is red, and after flying out, the whole room is filled with high temperatures, as if you are in a furnace, giving people a feeling of discomfort that is difficult to get rid of.

"Bell-" The fist hit the sword, but it was not unfavorable, the fist that could break the gold and stone was deflated this time, and it did not leave a trace on the sword.

"Lingbao!" After seeing that Gu Jian was able to take his own punch, Lei Luo was surprised.

"That's right, this is my sect's Lingbao Sun-Chasing Sword, it is a treasure inherited by the Qiyao Fairy back then, you have no inheritance, I'm afraid you haven't even seen the Lingbao!" After taking out the ancient sword, Quan Zhenren laughed triumphantly.

Lei Luo pursed his lips slightly, and secretly said that there were four spirit treasures in his storage bag, but there was no way to control them, so he couldn't urge them.

Having said that, Quan Zhenren obviously had the control method of the spirit treasure, and after he sacrificed the Sun Chasing Sword, he laughed confidently.

"Chasing the wind day by day!" a shout came, followed by a red rainbow as fast as lightning, aiming directly at the death hole of Lei Luo's skull.

"So fast!" was surprised.

Lei Luo didn't expect the attack speed of this Sun-Chasing Sword to be so fast, the speed was far beyond ordinary magic weapons, and it was also far beyond the likes of ancient treasures, worthy of being a spiritual treasure.

"Bell-" The sound of the exchange sounded.

But this time, there was a "sneer" sound from the blade of the Sun-Chasing Sword, and steaming white smoke came out, like water drops falling on a red-hot soldering iron.

Lei Luo's face was solemn, there was a blood-red mark on his forehead and on his right hand, and the wound was charred black, as if it had been cut off by a hot soldering iron.

"One blow pierced the arm and forehead, the power of the flying sword spirit treasure is really sharp, I didn't want to make a fuss, it seems that there is no way!"

He felt the tingling pain in his arm and forehead, a little helpless, and a little surprised.

Originally, he wanted to kill Quan Zhenren unknowingly, and then deal with Mrs. Zhen and the old man with fierce teeth, but now he put himself in danger.

"It's so hard, Lingbao can't kill you with a single blow, but it depends on whether your fists are hard or my Sun-Chasing Sword is sharp!"

After Quan Zhenren saw that Lingbao's invincible blow did not kill the person in front of him, his eyes were full of surprise, but he was quickly suppressed by it, and his expression became gloomy.

He could see that Lingbao could still seriously injure the other party, if even Lingbao couldn't kill the person in front of him, then he would definitely turn around and run, but now it's another story.

The blood-colored giant tiger tattoo appeared on Lei Luo's chest, and at the same time, the golden lines and blood-colored lotus patterns all over his body slowly spread, and a tattoo of a golden giant ape appeared on his back.

"Drink!"

With him as the center, an invisible explosion swept around, and under the impact of the wind and waves, all the buildings in the water pavilion were destroyed in an instant, and the buildings within a few miles also collapsed.

There was chaos all around, and countless monks scattered out to see what was going on.

A loud "boom" was heard.

When those monks looked at the battle group in the distance, they found that it was actually Quan Zhenren fighting, and it was inseparable from a young man, and he even faintly fell into disadvantage.

Bang –

A figure smashed to the ground, it was Quan Zhenren, the great monk of the Nanjue Kingdom, and his eyes were full of shock, and his eyes were even more abnormally bulging, as if he had seen something beyond common sense.

Lei Luo was holding an ancient sword tightly in his right hand at this moment, the sword body was extremely red, and a scorching breath came out, and the fingers holding the sword body in his right hand emitted bursts of stinging pain.

"Impossible, it's absolutely impossible for anyone to withstand the temperature of the Sun-Chasing Sword!" Quan Zhenren said in surprise.

Because of surprise, his tone of voice was a little cramped and uneasy, and his face was even worse, and his whole body was gray-headed, how could he still have the elegant demeanor of a great monk.

"Nothing is impossible, Lei Mou's most confident thing is not swordsmanship, not spells, nor supernatural treasures, but this flesh and blood!" Lei Luo sneered.

Ignoring the injury in his hand, he rushed to the front of the other party after his body accelerated, and then threw his right hand violently, and the Sun Chasing Sword was thrown out.

"Stupid, since I have refined this treasure, it must be more flexible to control than your brute strength!" Quan Zhenren sneered after seeing that the other party actually wanted to smash himself to death with a spirit treasure.

The moment the Sun-Chasing Sword flew over, he began to cast a spell, and finally stopped the sword when it was a long distance away from him.

Poof!

A bloodstained arm pierced his flesh, and then Quan Zhenzhen guessed that the other party actually rushed to his side and hit the vital point of the dantian.

"You rely too much on the spirit treasure, so you will choose to control this treasure first, instead of defending the enemy in front of you, it is your short-sightedness that has killed you!"

A faint voice came, and it turned out to be Lei Luo's mocking words.

"I, short-sighted, why did I only look at the Sun-Chasing Sword and didn't see that you were already approaching!" Quan Zhenren said intermittently with his mouth open.

The ability of Lei Luo's blood god clone was turned on, and the flesh and blood of Quan Zhenren in front of him quickly dried up, and after his right hand was withdrawn, he was holding a weak Yuan Infant in the palm of his hand.

He took out a few talismans, sealed Quan Zhenren's Yuan Ying and put them in his storage bag, and then glanced around, or rather, at the two figures approaching in the distance.

"That's right, three people I think is tricky, but two people," Lei Luo said with a strange expression.

He didn't care about the three disciples who were scattered around him, and after taking back Quan Zhenren's storage bag and the Sun-Chasing Sword, he waited in place.