The Blood Sea Rakshasa King invited the Demon Clan Shura King to fight, and the location was set at the border between the Giant Wild and the Abyss Demon Domain.

This news naturally attracted Zhaoming's attention, and Shura, who had not heard any news, finally had news, not only in response to this matter, but also in terms of days, but it was already time.

I didn't ask about it at the Minotaur before, but now I found out that when I woke up in a daze, it had been two months since the Battle of Wudao.

The Two Kings of the Sea of Blood, the Ancestor of the River Styx and the King of the Rakshasas. With the strength of himself and Shura, two against two is naturally not afraid. But if it was just Shura, Zhaoming couldn't help but be a little worried in his heart.

He has already seen the strength of the Styx Ancestor, if he only talks about cultivation, Shura will naturally not be afraid of him, but the twelve-grade blood lotus in his hand is extremely restrained against Shura, once he takes advantage of the bloody battle between the Rakshasa King and Shura, the sneak attack is successful, and the consequences are unpredictable.

He had to hurry over, so he immediately sped up his speed and headed towards the border between the giant field and the abyss demon domain.

At the same time, he was also thinking about the affairs of the people of the Red Cloud Dao, as rumored to say, in the past, when Mangjia was killed outside the Zixiao Palace, the people involved were just himself, Shura and the people of the Red Cloud Dao.

He and Shura would not say it anyway, but the Wu clan was so sure that he killed him, could it be that he really said it?

But as soon as he thought of the appearance of the good old man of the Red Cloud Dao people, Zhaoming naturally dispelled this thought. That rather benevolent senior wouldn't take the initiative to say it, but if someone tricked him, it would be hard to say.

But this is not a big deal, in the past, he was afraid of the Wu Clan, but now he is fearless.

I thought about it a little in my heart, so naturally I wouldn't continue to think about it, and my mind was still on the matter of Shura's war with the Rakshasa King.

Suddenly, there were bursts of violent energy fluctuations in front of him, which made Zhaoming's mind tense.

So fluctuating. There must be a strong immortal king in front of him. Although this place is still far from the border between the Giant Wild and the Abyss Demon Domain, it cannot be ruled out that Shura and the Rakshasa King have already fought over.

As soon as his heart moved, he hurriedly urged his body to rush over.

When I got closer, I found that there were thousands of red rays, like red clouds scattering, and the sky was red. It looks like the Rakshasa King and Shura are doing it, but after a little perceiving, it turns out that this is not the case. The light and shadow are red. But if you don't see blood, it will naturally not be the Rakshasa King and Shura.

Then he poked out his divine sense and carefully perceived it, and found that there was no demon breath, and those who wanted to do it were not demon clans.

Although it is not a demon clan, it also makes Zhaoming doubtful. For example, today, apart from making too many enemies and fighting with others from time to time, who will fight here?

When I got closer, I heard a scream: "Four." So you're ......"

Then a boom was heard, and a figure rose into the sky, red clouds churned, and the wind howled in all directions, cutting the figure like a sharp blade.

Goodbye, a phantom shadow broke through the sky, pierced through the red cloud, and bombarded directly on the figure. There was another scream, and then I saw the clouds surging. A purple light shot up into the sky.

Seeing the purple light, Zhaoming was stunned. He had seen this thing, although he had only seen it once, but he was impressed because it was so special.

Hongmeng purple gas, a sacred object given by the Taoist ancestor Hongjun in the past. It's not a magic weapon, it's not an elixir, but it's a chance. You can peek into the way of heaven and achieve supreme cultivation.

On that day, in Zixiao Palace, there were only seven people who got this thing: Nuwa, Sanqing Daoist, Zhun Tidao Man, Guiding Daoist and Hongyun Daoist, which had made all the guests in Zixiao Palace envious, and even he was a little moved.

Now there is Hongmeng purple qi rushing out. Looking at the red clouds in the sky, Zhaoming already knew who the person who did it: the people of Hongyun Dao.

There is no doubt that the person who was hit by the phantom was the Hongyun Dao person, and at this moment, I am afraid that the injury has reached the brink of danger, otherwise it will be beaten out by someone Hongmeng Purple Qi, and I don't know who is the person who did it.

In the red clouds and the wind, a figure wearing a white cloth looked at the Hongmeng purple qi rising into the sky and was stunned, it seemed that even he didn't expect such a change.

But he immediately came back to his senses, gave up the Hongyun Dao people and chased after Hongmeng Purple Qi directly.

Zhaoming stepped on the red mang, urged the pear immortal step to rush over, and caught the Red Cloud Dao people who fell from the sky.

Looking down, I couldn't help but gasp.

At this time, the people of Hongyun Dao can be called miserable, their flesh and blood are churning, as if they have been slashed by thousands of swords, and there is a gap in the purple mansion, as if they have been cut by some divine soldier, and it is dark and empty.

The Purple Mansion was injured, the Yuan Shen was shattered, and the people of the Red Cloud Dao had only one breath left, and they were powerless to return to the sky.

The strange thing is that it is draped with a broken white cloth, like a cloak, and there is still a clear big character in the broken place: eight.

"Senior, senior!" Zhao Ming shouted repeatedly, he knew that the people of Hongyun Dao were already dead. The Purple Mansion and the Yuan Shen are damaged like this, unless there is an anti-heaven divine medicine Nine Turns Golden Pill, otherwise every means is useless.

It's just that he has received the favor of the Red Cloud Dao people, not to mention the matter of the Black Nest, it is outside the Zixiao Palace, if it weren't for the intervention of the Red Cloud Dao people, he and Shura would probably have been killed by Mangjiao.

He couldn't help anything else, but hoped that he could learn the clues of the white cloth figure from the people of Red Cloud Dao, so as to avenge it.

"...... Sixth...... Extremely ......" Hongyun Dao people still have a breath, and intermittently said their last words with great difficulty: "Little ...... Be careful...... Sky...... Sky...... Gon ......"

The words behind were already vague, Zhaoming listened as hard as he could, and suddenly his heart tightened, and he found that a flame broke through the air, as if he had traveled through time and space, and the speed was indescribable. Even Zhaoming had only reacted before he was hit by the flames.

The Sun Is True Fire...... Zhaoming was stunned. With the body of a treasure and a flame attack, he was naturally unscathed. But the Red Cloud Dao man in his arms was burned off his last breath in an instant, and although his body was not directly turned into ashes, it was already burned into a pitch black mass at this time.

The light lines on his chest flashed, and a big red gourd jumped out, and Zhaoming's eyes were quick, and he grabbed the gourd in his hand.

It is the magic weapon of the Hongyun Dao people, the ninety-nine scattered gourd, which is said to be a gift from the immeasurable Tianzun in the past, and after refining it into a treasure, it is extremely powerful. Now that the Red Cloud Dao person is dead, there is a furrow in his chest that is broken, and everything else is gone, only this magic weapon refined by the innate gourd can be spared.

As soon as he grabbed the Ninety-Nine Scattered Gourd in his hand, he heard a painful cry: "Red Cloud!"

Immediately, I saw a figure coming back quickly, and when I raised my hand, the immeasurable Xuanguang fell, and all of them were killed towards Zhaoming. The person who came had mottled hair, wore a Taoist robe, and held a white whisk in his hand, who was not Zhen Yuanzi.

Zhaoming was stunned for a moment, and he couldn't understand why Zhen Yuanzi made a move on him, but looking at the Red Cloud Dao people who had gradually turned into ashes in his hands, he suddenly reacted, hurriedly retreated, and said loudly: "Senior, listen to me, Hongyun Senior is not injured in my hands." ”

"You really can't think of me as a three-year-old child!" Zhen Yuanzi shouted angrily, swept the dust in his hand, wisps by wisp, like ten thousand arrows in unison, shrouding the sky, and killing Zhaoming.

The immortal king of the immortal clan has always been relatively special, and under normal circumstances, he will not expose his cultivation lightly, and he likes to cultivate obscurity. This is true of the Sanqing Daoists, the same is true of the two Western Sect Immortal Kings of Lingshan, and of course, Zhen Yuanzi.

No one knows how strong Zhen Yuanzi's combat power really is, because there has never been anything that can make him go berserk.

Today, I don't know whether to say lucky or not, Zhaoming met Zhen Yuanzi who spared no effort.

The people of the Red Cloud Dao are his best friends, and they have a close relationship, just like Zhaoming and Shura. Whoever hurts Shura, Zhaoming will naturally work hard, and in the same way, whoever hurts the people of Hongyun Dao, Zhen Yuanzi will also do his best.

The dust fell like rain, and Zhaoming raised his hand and urged the true fire of the sun to burn all the dust that came to him.

"It is rumored that Hongyun told the high priest of the Wu clan that he let the Wu clan cut down the heavenly realm. I used to ask him to explain to you, and he said that you are a bold person, and he would never believe such rumors, but I didn't expect him to see you wrong. ”

"Okay, you Donghuang Taiyi, so ruthless. My brother has been kind to you many times, and you actually killed him with just such a little gossip. ”

Zhen Yuanzi pointed at Zhaoming and scolded loudly, trembling with anger, difficult to determine himself.

Zhaoming shook his head: "Senior, you really misunderstood, don't say that I really don't believe in such a thing, even if it is really Hongyun's senior's informant, what can I do." Now my Heavenly Demon Clan is not afraid of the Wu Clan at all, and I can't care about this kind of thing. ”

But at this time, how did Zhen Yuanzi listen to it: "What you said is good! Who in the world doesn't know that your Eastern Emperor Taiyi and King Shura are narrow-minded, and they will compete with each other." Even if you are not afraid of the Wu Clan, you will naturally be annoyed by my brother's informant and the killer next time. ”

"If it was for the sake of the past, I made a move in the Eight Heavens, you could have come to me, why did you want to attack my brother. ”

"It must have been because he coveted my brother's treasure, so he made a move. ”

Zhen Yuanzi was furious, and his words seemed to be incoherent, and he even said something that was almost illogical.

Such accusations also gave Zhaoming a headache, so he could only keep shaking his head: "Senior, you calm down first, listen to me, it was really not me who made the shot, but a person wearing a white cloth...... And also...... Also, before his death, Hongyun's predecessor had said the sixth pole. ”

"White cloth...... The sixth pole ......" Zhen Yuanzi was stunned for a moment, as if he had been moved by something, but before Zhaoming could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw that he was even more angry, pointing at Zhaoming and shouting angrily: "You say such boring words, my brother was burned to death by the true fire of the sun, and under the whole world, except for you Donghuang Taiyi, who else can use the true fire of the sun." ”

At this time, the people of the Red Cloud Dao had already burned cleanly, only the aftermath of the sun's true fire, which made a whirl in the void and disappeared without a trace.

The true fire of the sun is gone, but the residual warmth left behind makes Zhaoming's mouth feel as if something has been stuffed, and he can't say it.

In the whole world, who else can say that there is a high priest of the Wu clan, but now that the high priest of the Wu clan is dead, he really can't say anyone else.

"There's nothing to say!"

At this time, Zhen Yuanzi took out the book from the ground and held it in his hand, ready to go out and fight. (To be continued......)