Chapter 198: Wujun

Luo Xiu laughed blankly, and it was common for Wu Xiu to fight for killing.
If you want to kill others and their treasure resources, you must have the consciousness of being killed by others and snatching treasure resources.
When you find that you can't beat the opponent, you just want to beg for mercy, hoping that the opponent can let go of yourself. How can there be so many good things in the world?
For this kind of person, Luo Xiu is too lazy to talk nonsense.
"boom!"
A ball of flame burned and rose, and the immobile black-clothed old man pressed by Yan Yueer's aura instantly turned into a torch, screaming in the fire, and in a short moment, it became a piece of ashes with no bones left. .
When Tao Qingyun saw this scene, the horror on his face suddenly became even worse, but before he waited for more nonsense such as begging for mercy, Luo Xiu threw out a black flame.
Luo Xiu's Nether Death Flame merged into the Xuxu Spirit Fire, burning Tao Qingyun's body into nothingness in the blink of an eye, leaving no ashes.
But at the moment Tao Qingyun died, a brilliance flew out of his body, and disappeared without a trace.
Luo Xiu secretly said a bad sound. Obviously there is a restriction in Tao Qingyun's body. Once he is killed, he will be known by the powerhouse of the Purple Mansion Palace. Even the Purple Mansion Palace Master in the fourth realm of Martial Sovereign has already Know that his son was killed.
This did not happen when Tao Zuojun died, because the mysterious realm was isolated from the outside world, but this small world of the cave mansion was different because the palace lord of the purple mansion was also here.
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At the foot of the Black Gold Mountain, the Palace Master of the Purple Mansion trembled suddenly, and a fierce killing intent spread across his body.
All the martial kings next to him all looked at him, and saw that the palace lord of the Purple Mansion had a gloomy expression to the extreme.
"Palace Master of the Purple Mansion, what's the matter?" Yuan Cheng Wujun frowned and asked.
"A son of this palace was killed." The Palace Master of the Purple Mansion said gloomily.
Although he has many children, there are not many outstanding ones. Each of the children he bestows on the status of the young master is the backbone of the future Zifu Palace. His purpose of creating so many children is In order to make the inheritance of the Zifu Palace immortal forever.
He is a magnificent martial artist, but someone dares to kill his son under his nose?
All the martial princes present looked at each other, and it was not clear whether someone under his hand killed the young master of the Zifu Palace.
"Do you know who did it?" Fan Tide asked casually.
The palace lord of the Purple Mansion was angry, but Fan Tide was a Tier 6 alchemy master. He was not too offended, so he shook his head, "If my palace knew it, I wouldn't be so angry."
The son was killed, but I don't know who it was, I only know where he died, but now I can't go and investigate.
"Elder Wan, you go to this area to see what's going on."
The owner of the Purple Mansion Palace said to an old man next to him, this old man was the Wujun elder of the Purple Mansion Palace, named Wan Liancheng, who had the cultivation base of the dual realm of Wujun.
And he himself will continue to stay here and explore the palace at the top of the Black Gold Mountain.
"Yes!"
The elder ten thousand responded without any hesitation, and even if he unfolded his body skills, he quickly left the Black Gold Mountain Peak and hurried towards the place pointed out by the Palace Master of the Purple Mansion.
This arrangement by the palace lord of the Purple Mansion made all the martial masters of other forces frowned, because the people who explored and experienced in this small world of the cave mansion were all people below the martial monarch of the various forces, the Purple Mansion Palace. A powerful martial artist inserts it, and if he does something against the martial king of other forces, I am afraid that no one can resist it.
Thinking of this, all of you Wujun thought of one person, and that was Tianfeng Wujun, because among the twenty Wujun powerhouses, she was the only one who did not come with everyone.
The scope of this small world is not too large. At the speed of a Wujun-level powerhouse, it only took a quarter of an hour to reach the place where Tao Qingyun was killed.
The powerful divine consciousness spread and enveloped a range close to thousands of meters, and Wan Liancheng saw a piece of ashes not far away.
"It's not the monster here, it's the work of other martial artists, and it's still a martial master-level powerhouse!"
Wan Liancheng's face became gloomy, because he keenly sensed a trace of Martial King's breath remaining in the surrounding air.
There were only twenty strong Wujun who entered the small world of Dongfu. Nineteen stayed at the foot of the Black Golden Mountain. Only one Tianfeng Wujun did not follow. It was obvious who the murderer was!
Wan Liancheng took out the sound transmission box and told his guess to the Palace Master of the Purple Mansion.
The response of the Palace Master of the Purple Mansion was also very simple, with only one word, "Kill!"
Wan Liancheng didn't have any doubts about this order from the palace lord, he put away the sound transmission box, and disappeared in place after a flash of his figure.
The martial arts powerhouse's spiritual consciousness is always in a state of release. Once the spirit of a human warrior appears in the spiritual consciousness, Wanlian Achievement will instantly rush over. As long as the opponent is not a disciple of the Zifu Palace, he will directly kill.
It didn't take long for him to have a dozen Wuxiu dead in his hands, many of whom were experts in the Fan Family, Xuanyang Sect and Changhemen.
In the Purple Mansion Palace, Wan Lian achievement is a sword in the hands of the Purple Mansion Palace Master, who has absolutely incomparable loyalty to the sect, killing fiercely and ruthlessly.
In this way, when searching for the fourteenth person, Wan Liancheng locked two auras that were somewhat abnormal.
"Someone is here, very fast!"
A few hundred meters away, Luo Xiu's face changed slightly. In his life perception, a strong and majestic breath of life was galloping toward him and Yan Yue'er at a rapid speed.
According to the speed of the opponent, it only takes a few breaths to reach it.
"I am a martial king, not weaker than me!"
Yan Yue'er also sensed the other party's breath, and her expression was slightly solemn.
Soon, a middle-aged man wearing a purple shirt appeared in the sight of the two.
The other party was from the Zifu Palace, undoubtedly, to trace Tao Qingyun's death.
"Tianfeng Wujun, do you think you can hide it from me by suppressing the breath in the Ninth Level of God Refining!"
Wan Liancheng seemed to be walking against the wind, as fast as a purple lightning.
He carried a blood-stained dagger in his hand. Before Luo Xiu and Yan Yue'er were found, a dozen other martial artists had died in his hand.
"Ten thousand people slaughtered?"
When Luo Xiu saw this person, his heart was awe-inspiring. This was a strong man who cultivated the way of killing. There were countless martial arts masters who died in his hands.
His murderous intent was far greater than Luo Xiu's murderous a few dozen times, I don't know how many masters must be killed to condense it.
He wore a purple shirt, blood all over his body, and Wan Liancheng's face was filled with a murderous grin.
This person has a nickname called "Ten Thousand Thousand Thousands of People". He has cultivated for more than 1,300 years, and the number of people who died at Wan Liancheng has already exceeded 10,000.
The same is in the dual realm of Martial Lord, but Yan Yueer's aura is much weaker than this Wan Liancheng.
In terms of individual combat power, even the original Xuanyang elder was not an opponent of 10,000 people.
More than 300 years ago, the death of Yan Yue’er’s parents contained the shadow of the massacre of thousands of people. If it weren’t for the Zifu Palace’s fear of the sixth-order alchemy master of the Fan family, the entire Yan family might have been It was slaughtered by thousands of people more than 300 years ago.
Needless to say, Wan Liancheng had already started directly. With a volley of the blood-colored dagger in his hand, a large blood-red substance of murderous intent rushed out, turning into a blood-red whirlpool above Yan Yue'er's head.
"Huofeng Feitian!"
Yan Yue'er took out the flame war spear, and flames appeared out of thin air, turning into spear lights and rushing into the whirlpool, breaking them into pieces.
However, their cultivation bases were similar, but there was a big gap in their strengths. Wan Liancheng raised his hand, and a blood-red murderous sword gang slashed towards Yan Yue'er.
A majestic killing intent was condensed in the sword gang, and this killing intent impacted the soul of consciousness. Even if Yan Yueer cultivated the soul cultivation technique, he was affected by this terrible killing intent, and his face turned pale.
In just one face-to-face, she was suppressed by Wan Liancheng, and she was afraid that she would lose without a few moves, and she was not his opponent at all.
"Luo Xiu, you go first!"
Yan Yueer shouted loudly, she knew that she was not Wan Liancheng's opponent, and only hoped that she could resist the opponent for a while, so that Luo Xiu could retreat safely.
"How could I leave you here alone."
Detective Luo Xiu grabbed his hand, and the Tongxuan Tiger Tooth Sword fell into his hand, and the martial arts of killing sword and martial arts of death exploded together, and the true essence of life and death turned to the extreme.
"Sen Luo Necromancer Sword!"
Xuantian became twenty-four times the power, coupled with the power of the king-level battle body, Luo Xiu slashed out with a sword, and the terrifying breath of death spread, and the surging nether flames turned into huge skulls, tearing them towards Wanlian. Bite over.
"Nine-rank martial arts?"
Wan Liancheng's complexion changed slightly, and what surprised him most was not the ninth-rank martial arts displayed by Luo Xiu, but the aura that erupted from him at this moment. This level of aura was almost comparable to the powerhouse of the late Martial King.
But his own cultivation base is only for the Nine Layers of God.
How could a Wuzong who had refining the nine levels of gods burst out with a momentum comparable to that of the late King of Wu?
Although Wan Liancheng hadn't paid attention to this level of attack, he didn't dare to be hit like this. So he had to take back the sword that struck Yan Yue'er, and the sword gang blasted towards the huge black. Flame skull.
boom!
The surrounding space was extremely distorted, and the black flame skull was instantly smashed by the sword gang, and the black sparks spattered and flew.
The Scarlet Sword Gang only stagnated for a moment, and then suddenly turned into a stream of light, slashing towards Luo Xiu.
"Be careful!" Yan Yueer's face was pale, and the attack of the strong Wujun was not a trifling matter. She didn't think Luo Xiu could resist it.
puff!
A burst of blood spattered, and Luo Xiu's body flew upside down, hitting a rock fiercely, and a big mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.
At the moment of his death, he avoided the vital point and was hit by the sword gang on the right half of his body. A huge wound, extending from the shoulder to the thigh, was and soaked in the black robe.
"Ahem... The strong man is really powerful."
At this moment, Luo Xiu truly understood how lucky it was to hurt Elder Xuanyang. Without the influence of any external factors, he couldn't resist a casual blow from a Wujun-level powerhouse.
Perhaps it can withstand this blow by displaying the seal of life and death of the heavens, but if he wants to use this seal method, at least it takes two breaths to seal the seal, and during these two breaths, the opponent can Killed myself countless times.
"It's actually the flesh of a king-level battle body?"
Wan Liancheng frowned, and seemed very dissatisfied that he had not been able to slash and smash a mere refinement with a single sword.
Yan Yueer breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Luo Xiu was only injured and had no worries of life, but her expression became tense.
boom!
A hotter flame bloomed on Yan Yueer's body.
The aura on her body skyrocketed in this short moment. Behind her, a phoenix with wings spread out a mysterious and ancient aura.
"Burning blood?"
Wan Liancheng's pupils shrank, "No, this breath is not right, is it true that the rumors are true?..."