Swordsman Fengyunzhi

Chapter 55: The Battle of the Avenues

"The Pope is a powerful man from the Holy Eleventh Realm. Who can kidnap him? It can't be that Baili Pingtian resurrected after we left, right?"

Yi Xifeng was very puzzled. He saw Baili Pingtian's death with his own eyes. There was no way it could be faked. Moreover, there were so many people present at the time. Even if he saw it wrong, with the knowledge of Lu Ya, Han Sanli and Ying Cang, It's impossible to misjudge this ability.

"Be prepared, the battle for the avenue is not over."

After Han Sanli said these words, he left on his own.

Yi Xifeng took a deep breath. It seemed that things were not as simple as he thought.

"Fighting for the great road, fighting for the great road, I thought it would be much easier to be promoted to the Saint Realm, but it turned out to be so complicated." Yi Xifeng sighed.

"What does volume mean?" Li Xintian asked curiously.

Yi Xifeng: "..."

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Lu Zhanyuan was divining heavenly secrets on the second floor of Daoxuan Mountain, while Lu Ya was protecting him. After a while, the boy in Taoist robes Lu Zhanyuan sighed and said:

"This dim secret doesn't seem to have much to do with Baili Pingtian. In other words, there is a bigger crisis brewing."

"Oh? Junior brother, can you divine?"

Lu Zhanyuan was silent for a long time and said slowly: "There are no two masters of the road. If they fight, one of them will perish."

"What are the chances of winning?"

"Death accounts for four to nine and life accounts for one."

"hiss……"

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Among the thousands of miles of forest, there stands an inconspicuous stone tablet half a man tall. All four corners of the stone tablet are broken, and the writing is no longer legible, as if it has been covered in dust for many years.

Ying Cang stood in front of the stone tablet, put his fingers together, and touched the stone tablet. Drops of essence and blood slowly flowed out of Ying Cang's hand and dripped on the stone tablet. Gradually, Ying Cang's face began to turn pale.

The stone tablet seemed to be drinking blood, sucking Ying Cang's essence and blood crazily. Half a quarter of an hour later, part of the stone tablet turned into a transparent blood crystal.

Ying Cang lost most of his essence and blood, and felt a trance above his head. He forced himself to walk far away from the stone monument. After a while, the stone monument completely turned into blood crystals. The ground suddenly began to shake, and there was a feeling under the blood crystal stone monument. Something is moving.

Large palaces are springing up like bamboo shoots after a rain, one after another rising from the ground, stretching in a large circle, dozens of miles long. When the circle is completed, an awe-inspiring palace slowly rises from under the blood crystal stone tablet.

Although Ying Cang looked pale, he couldn't help but feel a little excited when he saw such a scene. This hall was left by his ancestor, the Blood Emperor. Now that Baili Pingtian is dead, he wants to reorganize the empire. Reproduce the glory of the Blood Emperor.

"So the Blood Emperor's palace is here."

Suddenly a voice came from behind. Ying Cang frowned instantly. He turned around and slashed out with his sword. A huge blood-colored arc penetrated thousands of feet away, cutting off all the trees in its path. However, this blow hit Empty.

"puff!"

Ying Cang looked down and saw a black palm stabbed through his chest, bringing out a large amount of blood.

Ying Cang had already lost a lot of essence and blood, and his strength had already been reduced by more than half. At this moment, his body was penetrated by a sneak attack. His eyes dimmed and he almost fainted.

Ying Cang gritted his teeth and braced himself, then slapped a palm in the opposite direction.

--boom! ! !

A forest fell down, but there was still no one behind it. Ying Cang couldn't believe it. The palm that had penetrated his body was still bloody on his chest.

"puff!"

This time, it was the abdomen that was penetrated!

Ying Cang looked at the dark air mass in front of him, and suddenly felt a shiver down his spine. The other person's body stopped in mid-air, but the other person's hand penetrated his body. This scene was really weird.

Although the other party only had a ball of Qi, this breath was very familiar to Ying Cang.

"The Demon Cult Leader!"

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An evil man with long black hair, a black robe with red stripes, and even his lips were ink, slowly walked into the hall. Behind him, a dark corpse with its blood drained opened its mouth wide and quietly Lying on the ground, he still held a broken bloody ax in his skinny fingers.

There are eight blood pillars in the center of the hall. Eight ghost faces are carved on the blood pillars. In the middle is an altar. The leader of the Demon Cult stands on the altar, and the blood-red light flashes slowly.

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Several main halls in the Holy War Hall are still under construction, and countless disciples are carrying stones and wood one after another.

"Where has the Pope gone? Why is there no news?" Zhang Yanshi asked.

Zhou Mo shook his head. The Pope never showed up, so he was still worried.

"I hope... nothing happens."

As he was talking, a disciple who was carrying wood suddenly fell to the ground. When he started foaming at the mouth, Zhang Yanshi frowned and was about to step forward to check when Zhou Mo grabbed him.

"No, get out of here!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the disciple suddenly stood up straight from the ground. When he opened his eyes again, they were as red as blood.

With a roar, the man waved his claws like crazy and rushed towards the other disciples. All the disciples present were frightened by this strange scene. The wood and stones in their hands were immediately thrown to the ground and they fled in a hurry.

The disciple fluttered twice, but none of the disciples fluttered. He fell to the ground and twitched. The next moment, the man exploded with a bang and died, scattering into a ball of bloody mist and flying towards the eastern horizon.

Zhang Yanshi took a deep breath and just recovered. Suddenly, several more disciples started foaming at the mouth, going crazy, and attacking others just like that person. For a time, the entire Holy War Hall was in chaos, almost 70% of the disciples were in chaos. All the disciples changed like this, and some elders in the sect also suffered the same fate, exploding into blood mist and flying towards the east.

Zhang Yanshi escaped from the Holy War Hall and stood outside the gate panting.

At this time, a female disciple stumbled and fell to the ground because she was running too hastily. Zhang Yanshi slowly helped her up. The woman suddenly began to sob, and her tears fell to the ground.

This disciple, Zhang Yanshi, knew him as a disciple who was also an elder. He asked:

"Girl, do you know what's going on?"

The female disciple sobbed and said:

"Elder Zhang, I...my master suddenly started to go crazy. I hid twice, and the master exploded and died in front of me. Wuwu~~"

"Did your master ever do anything during his lifetime?"

The female disciple cried and shook her head. After sobbing for a long time, she suddenly remembered something.

"My master took the Holy Blood Pill of the Demon Cult before he was alive."

"Holy Blood Pill???" Zhang Yanshi was very surprised. He and Yi Xifeng were in the same trench at that time. At Yi Xifeng's request, none of the Futa Kingdom's army had taken this pill, and naturally he had not smoked it either.

"Is it possible..."

Zhang Yanshi turned around and ran towards the Holy War Hall. Sure enough, most of the disciples who lost control had used the holy blood elixir.