"Ahh

"Your Excellency the Great Priest has been assassinated!"

"How so!"

Other Shinto cultivators, when they saw Kato Tadyuki's face, they blasted away at the silver-faced man who suddenly appeared, and their life and death were unknown, and they couldn't help but be shocked and exclaimed.

Tadayuki Kato is the chief priest of Hachiman Shrine, and in their eyes, even if he is not ranked in the top ten, he is still a first-class strong in Shinto.

However, it was such a strong person, but he didn't even have a chance to make a move, and he was blown away, how could this not shock them!

However, when Zhao Rui was about to reach out to fetch the Rong Wu Stone Slab, these cultivators immediately woke up from their shock and hurriedly cast various spells, rushing towards Zhao Rui like a tide, trying to prevent him from obtaining this treasure.

Because, that is a treasure that the supreme leader of Shinto ---- the great priest of Ise attaches great importance to, and it must not fall into the hands of others!

"Look for death!"

Zhao Rui snorted coldly, and the bloodthirsty demon knife swung outward.

A blood moon-like sword, with a sharp whistling sound, tore through the space, and all the spells that shot at Zhao Rui disappeared in an instant as if they had been swallowed by this blood moon!

The more than twenty Shinto cultivators couldn't help but widen their eyes, and their faces changed drastically.

They never expected that the tidal wave of offensive would be disintegrated by the opponent!

This suddenly appeared to the silver-faced man. The toughness shown is really far beyond their expectations!

In the midst of their incomparable horror, the razor-sharp blood moon, with the roar of death, swept across their bodies.

The terrible screams immediately rang out everywhere. Continuous

The rain of blood in the sky flew up and sprinkled all over the ground.

Of those twenty or so cultivators, almost half of them. were all cut in two by Zhao Rui, and only a few who were lucky enough to see the opportunity early escaped the catastrophe.

Seeing the tragic death of their companions, these survivors no longer had the slightest fighting spirit. Screaming in panic, he ran out of the ground with a rolling belt, eager to get as far away from this silver-faced death as possible.

Zhao Rui didn't chase after him, his goal was just that Rongwu slate.

He broke the tempered glass cover on the outside of the slate with a single punch, ready to take it out.

When he was about to touch the slate. A black mist with a ferocious power. Suddenly, it shot from a distance, shattering the walls of the museum and instantly hitting him in front of him.

Zhao Rui was taken aback, and he didn't care about getting the slate again, so he hurriedly leaned back and dodged.

The black mist grazed his body like an arrow from a string, shot past, and shattered the wall behind him. Disappear into the dark night sky. The fog arrow brought up a hot air stream and scraped on Zhao Rui's face. It hurts hotly.

Before Zhao Rui could catch his breath, the second fog arrow was like a poisonous snake, with a sharp scream, and shot in front of his eyes again!

This fog arrow is extremely powerful, and if it is shot, it will definitely be shattered!

Zhao Rui didn't have time to dodge, so he had to put the bloodthirsty demon knife in front of him in a hurry, trying to resist. ~~ e t~~

"Boom"

Black mist arrows slammed into his magic blade.

The huge impact force bombarded him backwards, slammed into the wall, and a clear human print was knocked out on the wall, and the masonry turned into dust, falling Zhao Rui in a slurp.

Zhao Rui knelt on the ground on one leg, supporting the weight of his body with the magic knife, and gasped heavily, looking pained.

He only felt that his internal organs were about to be crushed by this huge impact, and blood was blocked in his throat, and a little force would gush out.

If it weren't for the Bloodthirsty Demon Knife blocking most of the power for him, if the ground he held in his hand was an ordinary magic weapon, the blow just now would be enough to shatter his bones and scatter his soul!

"Damn it, who's that?"

Zhao Rui raised his head and looked in the direction where the fog arrow was fired.

A figure dressed in a wide white robe, wearing a white high hat, and two scarlet figures on his eyebrows, was suspended in mid-air.

In his left hand, he held a black longbow, and in his right hand, he sucked the slab of the witch in his palm.

A powerful and cold aura emanated from him, like countless dark tentacles, wafting around him, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

"Qingyuan Heisei! It turned out to be Qingyuan Heisei! Wasn't this guy led away by the Red Fire Old Demon? Why did he turn back again?"

"It seems that I came back at the right time. Qingyuan Heicheng's cold voice floated in from outside, "You are the Xiuzhen who has been against us." Hehe, I actually wanted someone to transfer me away, but fortunately I felt that something was wrong, so I quickly turned back, otherwise, you will be able to get your hands on the Rongwu Slate! Now, where else can you run?"

Zhao Rui gritted his teeth, he really underestimated his opponent, he didn't expect the other party to be so keen, he saw through his plan halfway, turned back in time, and made him fall short.

He glanced at the Rongwu slate in Qingyuan Heicheng's hand.

This treasure, which he once had within reach, was now so far away, as if there were mountains in the middle that were difficult to climb.

Zhao Rui took a deep breath and tried to swallow the blood in his throat.

His current strength is only equivalent to the cultivation of the out-of-body period, and compared with Qingyuan Heisei, there is a whole level of difference.

In the face of such a distraction, he has no chance of winning!

If you give up the Rongwu Slate now and flee immediately, you may still have some hope of survival.

"Silver-faced man, hand over the two treasures you stole from our Shinto sect! I'll leave you with a whole corpse!" Qingyuan Heicheng slowly floated into the air, looking at Zhao Rui condescendingly, his handsome face was twisted by the murderous aura to be extremely hideous. Like a bloodthirsty zombie, it's creepy, "Otherwise, I'll summon a ghost from the other world and peel off your skin alive as a souvenir!"

"Really?"

Zhao Rui smiled fiercely. The stubbornness that had been lurking in the bottom of my heart for a long time suddenly boiled, like a torrent, gushing out from the bottom of my heart, and the thought of fleeing. Rushed away without a trace.

He gritted his teeth and stared at Qingyuan Heisei deadly, with only one thought in his heart, that is, no matter what, he would also take the Rong Wu slate. Snatch it back from Qingyuan Heisei hands!

Zhao Rui was like a beast, with a low roar in his throat, he kicked the ground, and the whole person jumped up violently, holding the bloodthirsty demon knife, and rushed towards Qingyuan Heisei!

At the same time, the second primordial god was also released by him.

A second elemental god who is like a demon. He raised his head and let out an earth-shattering roar. Blasted towards Kiyogen Heisei from the side.

"Trapped Beast Fight!"

Qingyuan Heicheng grinned sarcastically, revealing a sinister smile, he aimed the black longbow in his hand at Zhao Rui, and a black mist with a strong corpse smell came from all directions, converging on the longbow, forming two black mist arrows.

"Yellow Springs Corpse Mist Arrow!"

Kiyogen Heicheng let out a low incantation.

The bowstring sounded softly, and two mist arrows shot out, with a sharp roar that broke through the air. Split into two directions. Went straight to Zhao Rui and the second elemental god.

With a soft sound of "snort", a Huangquan corpse mist arrow easily shot through the body of the second elemental god. Penetrated the past.

The huge body of the second primordial god, which was three meters high, shook suddenly, and then the shining silver light of the whole body quickly dimmed, and the body suddenly shrank, and finally turned into a small demon with a height of inches, and returned to Zhao Ruidantian in embarrassment.

Just when the second primordial god returned, the second Huangquan corpse mist arrow had already shot in front of Zhao Ruidi.

Zhao Rui's face couldn't help but change slightly, but he didn't expect Qingyuan Heisei to hit his second primordial god with one arrow.

The power of this Yellow Spring Corpse Mist Arrow is really terrifying!

He was already injured, and he didn't dare to make a hard connection again, so he quickly twisted his body, used all his strength, dodged with all his might, and finally dodged the fog arrow.

"Hmph, good luck. He avoided it. Then try this. Qingyuan Heicheng snorted coldly and condensed the corpse mist.

On top of his longbow, five Huangquan corpse mist arrows appeared!

Qingyuan Heicheng has already seen that the strength of the silver-faced man is much weaker than him, and it is already very difficult to dodge a fog arrow, and now that the five arrows are out together, he believes that he will be able to shoot this silver-faced man completely!

With a "whoosh", five Huangquan corpse mist arrows shot towards Zhao Rui from five directions, leaving no dead ends.

However, at the moment when Qingyuan Heicheng shot the fog arrow, Zhao Rui suddenly danced his wrist, activated the space magic bracelet, and performed teleportation.

In the spatial shock, Zhao Rui easily dodged the attack of the fog arrow, crossed the distance between him and Qing Yuan, and appeared behind him.

Zhao Ruidi's timing was excellent, Qingyuan Pingchengdi fog arrow had just been shot, and there was no time to condense new fog arrows.

This is the best chance to go hand-to-hand!

Zhao Rui calmed down, injected all his true qi into the bloodthirsty demon knife, and slashed at Qingyuan Heicheng fiercely without saying a word.

"Teleport!"

Qingyuan Heicheng was taken aback, he didn't expect this silver-faced man to cast such a strange spell and avoid his killer blow!

However, he was not shocked, and instead showed a mocking look on his face.

"Do you think that with this little bit of conspiracy, you can hurt me! Don't you look at the difference in strength between us!"

Qingyuan Heicheng suddenly let out a high-pitched roar in his throat, and the incomparably powerful coercion emanated from him, stirring up the air currents around him into a whirlpool!

Zhao Rui's bloodthirsty demon knife shook slightly, and with an indomitable blow, it was unexpectedly disturbed by the air flow and deviated from the direction.

Qingyuan Heicheng smiled fiercely and shouted: "Die!"

The black longbow in his hand instantly bloomed with a bright black light, and a Huangquan corpse mist arrow that had expanded ten times in size quickly condensed, and then shot out like lightning, bombarding Zhao Rui's body heavily!

A victorious smile appeared on Kiyogen Heisei's face, which condensed all his strength, even if it was a high mountain. and it will be turned into grains of sand. This silver-faced man whose strength is one cut behind him will definitely be shattered!

However, the moment the fog arrow touched Zhao Rui's body, the Azure Xuanguang Armor on Zhao Rui's body suddenly bloomed with dazzling azure light, and the Zhu Dan color spell on the light armor also seemed to be alive. Writhing and floating, blocking the path of the fog arrows, firmly blocking the path of the fog arrows!

With a loud "boom", the huge Yellow Spring Corpse Mist Arrow exploded and dispersed into a thick black corpse mist. The silver-faced man was not shattered by this powerful blow, but just snorted and shook his body.

Qingyuan Heicheng had an unbelievable look on his face, this result was really too unexpected for him!

It stands to reason. With the level of strength displayed by this silver-faced man, it was impossible for him to withstand his full blow.

Why did the Huangquan corpse mist arrow shoot at him, but it didn't kill him?

Qingyuan Heicheng was surprised for a moment, and suddenly came to his senses.

"Azure Xuanguang Armor! You are wearing the Azure Xuanguang Armor of the last generation of Rong Wu!"

"Yes! You're careless. ”

Zhao Rui gritted his teeth, forcibly endured the blood that surged to his mouth, and coldly spit out two words, the bloodthirsty demon knife in his hand. Broke through the turbulence. Slashed at him on the right arm.

Qingyuan Heicheng hissed miserably, the defense was finally broken through, and his right arm was almost cut in two by Zhao Rui, the bones were broken, and only the skin and flesh were still connected.

The slate of the witch that he was holding in his right hand also rolled to the ground.

Zhao Rui snatched the Rongwu slate like lightning, laughed loudly, couldn't hold back anymore, and squirted out a mouthful of blood. He didn't look back and rushed out of the museum.

Although the Azure Xuanguang Armor eliminated more than seventy percent of the attacks of Qingyuan Heisei. But the remaining thirty percent of the attack power also caused him extremely huge damage!

This is the terrifying strength of the distraction period cultivation. He doesn't have the ability to fight anymore!

Qingyuan Pingcheng saw that Zhao Rui wanted to escape, so he hurriedly chased after him, but Zhao Rui activated the space bracelet, teleported, and soon disappeared into the night.

Qingyuan Heicheng held the injured right arm, looked at Zhao Rui's distant back, and then looked at the corpses and the museum full of holes, so angry that he almost stood on his head!

He laid out such a careful plan, he had such a powerful strength, but he watched the silver-faced man snatch away the Rong Wu Slate!

It's a shame!

If it spreads, he will simply have no face to continue to stay in Ise Jingu!

Why is this happening!

Why is this the result!

Qingyuan Heicheng raised his head and roared, so angry that he almost didn't spurt out a mouthful of blood!

Originally, he wanted to use this ancient stone tablet as a bait to lure the enemy out and take back the lost treasure of the witch.

However, what he never expected was that the two treasures that were lost were not only not snatched back, but were used as bait Dirong Witch Slate, but were robbed by the other party!

The Great Priest of Ise has solemnly told him that this Rong Wu Slate is a strange treasure, which is related to the future of the entire Shinto Sect, and it must not be lost at all, and it must be brought back intact!

He had also made a vow to keep the treasure safe no matter what.

However, he had now lost this ancient slate!

And he watched the silver-faced man snatch the slate!

How to explain this to the Ise Grand Priest!

Qingyuan Heicheng stood in the center of the museum, his face was pale.

Having lost so many Shinto members, he struggled to set up a heavy trap, but in the end he shot himself in the foot, which he couldn't accept no matter what!

He only felt that the unrelieved depression and anger were piling up in his chest, and they were accumulating more and more, almost rushing out of his chest.

A strong aura of evil and murderous intent overflowed from him, filling every corner of the hall.

The Shinto members who rushed back from outside, seeing that Kiyogen Heicheng was furious, couldn't help but feel worried, silent, and didn't dare to speak out, so as not to stimulate the leader, make himself the object of anger, and die without a place to bury.

"Damn the silver-faced man! I'm going to find him! Even if I turn the whole Binyang over, I'm going to find him! Then chop him up with a knife and take him to feed the ghost!"

Qingyuan Heicheng gritted his teeth and swore a poisonous oath.