Uncrowned Evil Emperor

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Zhanjue fell straight on the hard ground, fell from a high altitude, without the protection of the source of divine power, Zhanjue's fate can be described in four words, but until the moment before he died, he still couldn't believe it. I would be so easily defeated in the hands of a little-known little person.

In his eyes, Feng Jueyu is a small person.

He didn't understand, he didn't understand why Feng Jueyu had a top-grade golden treasure magic weapon in his hand, that kind of terrifying magic weapon that could affect people's blood and blood, but it was actually in the hands of a boy who had never had the slightest reputation.

In fact, Zhan Jue's defeat was wronged enough. Who would have thought that Feng Jueyu had such a terrifying magic weapon in his hand, which interfered with the mind and affected the energy and blood to form a countercurrent, and he was about to kill this person with all his strength to kill Su Da When the barbarian king changed a golden treasure, the ending didn't go as planned.

The origin of the heavenly position, the ultimate golden treasure magic weapon...

When Zhanjue swallowed his last breath, he showed a self-deprecating smile.

Sure enough, Mo Tianliu should have died in his hands. With such a superb magic weapon, who could be more powerful than him?

Careless.

Living in the great world of grand plans, Zhanjue has been reminding himself that no matter who he meets, he should not underestimate anyone and treat every enemy with the mentality of a lion jumping at a rabbit, but today, the boat capsized in the gutter, and the result of this is so cruel The unacceptable fact of man: death.

Zhanjue swallowed his last breath, he even thought of the scene where Feng Jueyu strengthened himself after taking his treasures, and began to surpass the Lord of Hundred Wars.

"That's how you grew up." Zhanjue said with his last breath, the last compliment in his life, and gave it to Feng Jueyu.

"Killers, people always kill them. You don't blame others for your death, but you are greedy." Feng Jueyu's eyes were cold without any emotion mixed in, and he made a summary of Zhanjue's life.

Although it is common for life and death in the world of grand plans, especially in the battlefields of the worlds, after these days of fierce fighting and desperation, Feng Jueyu can see a truth from people like Zhan Jue, that is, people should not be greedy. When there is greed, reason will be blinded by greed. In this way, no matter how powerful you are, there will be mistakes in the end, and people will have a chance to give themselves a fatal blow.

Feng Jueyu knew that he could not win by force, it was because the Blood Transformation Dzi Bead was too domineering, and this treasure was stronger when it was strong. He had underestimated the Blood Transformation Dzi Bead before, but being able to make good use of a magic weapon was also a challenge. The most basic instinct that the strong should retain is part of strength.

"This treasure is really extraordinary. We have all underestimated it before." Looking at Zhan Jue's corpse, and then at the Blood Transforming Dzi Bead, the blood bubbling on the bead's body was faintly joyful like after a murder. Jue Yu stared blankly.

Xuan Zhong's voice came in a timely manner: "Well, indeed, I also underestimated the Blood Transforming Dzi Bead, your strength has not yet reached the level where you can turn the world upside down on the battlefield, but if you make good use of this treasure, you should not be able to save your life The problem is, as long as you don't encounter a master of the dust transformation realm, you are almost invincible."

Xuan Zhong had never made such a big evaluation before, because of the battle with Zhan Jue, Feng Jueyu knew that he should face up to the value of Huaxue Dzi Bead.

When you meet the strong, you will be strong. Thinking of this, Feng Jueyu couldn't help but smiled wryly: "If you don't use the Blood Transforming Dzi Bead, you can easily kill the strong people at the peak of Chongyang, that would be great."

"Huh?" Xuan Zhong snorted unexpectedly, and sighed: "Your ambition is not small. If you want to be invincible in the Chongyang peak state, don't even think about it unless you reach the dust transformation state."

Feng Jueyu didn't refute, but in his heart he didn't care about Xuanzhong's contempt. In his thinking, there is nothing impossible in the world. Even though he used the Blood Transforming Dzi Bead to easily kill Zhan Jue, the ranking battle lord , it may not be possible to be able to use one's own ability in the domain of the Lord of Hundred Wars in the near future.

Without confidence, growth is never possible.

It’s okay to set a higher goal, the key depends on how hard you work.

Putting away Zhanjue's close-fitting treasure bag, Feng Jueyu stared blankly at the corpse in a daze, looking at Xuanzhong in confusion, and said: "The man has been killed, why don't you leave, the fierce battle between the two of you must be It will attract more people."

Feng Jueyu lowered his head, without turning his gaze, and said in a deep voice, "I'm thinking about a question."

"what is the problem?"

"I've always been chased like a lost dog. This feeling is really uncomfortable. What do you think will happen if I do the opposite?"

"Do the opposite?"

"En." Feng Jueyu said, as if he had made some kind of decision in his heart, he took out a piece of talisman paper, and wrote a line of words on the talisman paper without any explanation.

Xuan Zhong took a look, and exclaimed: "You are really brave."

Feng Jueyu smiled slightly, pasted the talisman on Zhan Jue's body, and said with a smile: "They chased me not only because of greed, but also because they had no fear of me, so I would never be able to escape from Motian Ridge and return to the Cuiyu Mountain, since this is the case, how about I let them be afraid, how about running away when they hear my name?"

Xuan Zhong stared at Feng Jueyu in a daze, and after a long time, he sighed, and a ray of respect unconsciously appeared in his eyes.

Xuan Zhong has never had this kind of feeling. After all, in his eyes, no matter how talented Feng Jueyu is, he is just a little guy who has just touched the threshold of the divine way. It turned the world upside down, what a terrifying mind and reason.

Therefore, Xuanzhong felt for the first time that Feng Jueyu's future was immeasurable.

"Haha, let's go. The most important thing now is to get rid of the Thousand Miles Far Away Curse first. If I don't solve the Thousand Miles Far Away Curse, I won't be able to escape Motian Ridge."

As soon as the words fell, Feng Jueyu put on the evil moon demon star, put on the shadowless robe, and left in the dust...

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Half an hour later, several lights and shadows converged on Huangsha Ridge from three directions. The sky was lowered and the atmosphere was equally dignified. These people were the four masters of all battles whom Zhan Jue had met not long ago: Lingnan Demon Sword Yaoguang, Heishui Poisonous Heart Baibatong, Iron Wing Emperor Fengxiao Poor, Xueyu Remnant Flying Bian Shaokuang.

The cold wind is still howling in the air, like an ancient giant beast releasing the might of wild beasts, Yaoguang, Bai Batong, Xiao Poor, and Bian Shaokuang tightly surrounded Zhanjue's corpse, looking at the cold corpse, they were all silent .

"died!"

"Well, it's miserable. He was killed with a single strike. With Zhan Jue's cultivation, there are not many people who can kill him with a single strike. Blood Demon, Wuying, Tenglong, Fangcun, and Duxia, I can't think of any other people except these five. Who can make Zhan Jue die so terribly."

"Could it be the king of the Dust Transformation Realm who strikes?"

"No, the sharpness of this sword is unique. If it is the king of the Chenchen Realm, it would not take so much effort. Judging from the traces of the fight at the scene, the two of them were evenly matched before. "

"Chongyang peak? It's not the blood demon and others, who is it?" A strong coldness flashed across Bian Shaokuang's face. With one leg, he can become the top figure among the masters of a hundred battles, and his will is naturally strong. Low, as if he was feeling the aura left by the traces around him, so as to repeatedly guess the process of the fight, Bian Shaokuang's face became even colder.

"Human race, there is a powerful evil spirit in the sword. This person is not only powerful, but he has driven the way of the sword to the point of evil. He is very witty, the sword is fast, and the source of divine power is extremely powerful. There are traces of fire around him. Liaoyuan, no grass grows, the lowest is the source of status, and the aura of the spirit of wind and sand remains, huh? This aura is also very pure, could it be that he is a master of self-cultivation of spiritual law and supernatural power?"

Young Master Bian talked eloquently, his speech was extremely fast, and he immediately made a fairly accurate judgment based on the clues left around him.

Bai Batong took a deep breath, and said in surprise: "Self-cultivation of spiritual power? I haven't seen this kind of person for a long time. Zhan Jue came after Feng Jueyu. Could it be that Feng Jueyu is a self-cultivation of spiritual power? master?"

Several people guessed blindly, Iron Wing Emperor Feng Xiao was pitiful but said nothing, she suddenly said: "Don't guess, there is a clue." She said, saw a piece of talisman paper from the side of Zhan Jue's body and took it. Get up, open it and look, tens of millions of sweat pores all over the body have shrunk.

"Killers, people will always kill them, Feng Jueyu will stay..."

"Bastard, this is declaring war on us." From Yaoguang's point of view, his casserole-sized fists were tightly clenched, and his whole body exuded a powerful and sharp magic sword aura.

Bian Shaokuang walked over, and he looked at the few words carefully for a long time: "Arrogant? No, he is not showing off his ability, but wants to leave a mark on everyone. He wants us to Afraid of him, not daring to chase him, what a deep-seated opportunity.”

"He wants us to be afraid, so we are afraid?" Bai Batong objected.

Bian Shaokuang smiled shamelessly, put together the talisman paper and tore it to pieces: "Although we are not afraid of him now, but if he kills more and more people, I believe that some people will start to be afraid after all. At that time, there were very few people who could restrain him, hehe, this person is indeed a bit scary, his scheming and strength are far superior to what they know, we have met our opponent."

As Bian Shaokuang spoke, he stretched out his hand and shot a dark light, and Zhan felt that the corpse was blasted into a pulp like foam.

"What are you doing?" The three of them were taken aback, not understanding what Bian Shaokuang did.

Bian Shaokuang shook the blood on his hand, and said in a deep voice: "We have only seen this talisman and this corpse, and we cannot let others see it, otherwise our camp's majesty will be greatly lost and morale will drop. Seeing more and more people, I will definitely feel jealous of Feng Jueyu, and it will be even more difficult for us to find him."

The three of them stared at Bian Shaokuang in a daze, a feeling of admiration inevitably arose in their hearts. Sure enough, what Bian Shaokuang said was right, Feng Jueyu's purpose was to make them afraid and not dare to chase after him. Those who enter the land of no one can do whatever they want.

At this time, destroying Zhanjue's corpse is the best solution.

After disposing of Zhan Jue's corpse, Bian Shaokuang laughed at himself, looked at the scene of flying sand and rocks around him, and sensitively sensed a direction, and murmured: "This guy, he is so bold that he asked me to help him clean up the corpse. If I find him, I will crush his head with my own hands."

Xiao pitifully said: "Where do you think he should go now? Run away? Or..."

Bian Shaokuang said: "No, he has the Nine-tailed Demon King's Thousand Miles Distant Light Curse on his body, so he must be unable to escape Motianling. If I were him, the first thing I must do is remove the Thousand Miles Distant Light Curse."

"So..." The three of them were slightly startled, as if they understood something, they said, "You mean that he will go to the City of Sin."

Bian Shaokuang said with a conceited smile: "That's right, a person who can't gain a foothold in Motian Ridge can only find a way out from the largest trading fair in the battlefields of all worlds. With the method of the remote light curse, he will definitely go to the city of sin."

"Then what are you looking at, go to the City of Sin."