Reborn Killer Supreme

Chapter 720 Death of the Nether Lord (5)

When Yin Zhiyao and others fell clangingly in front of Li Xiaosheng and the Emperor Jiuyang, Shangguan Xiaoyao's state had reached a peak, and the phantom of the soul master's battle body had appeared on his body, and the deity was already in a panic. Sitting for a long time without moving, the soul is already frightening.

"Shangguan Xiaoyao! What's the matter?" Yu Jiujie just showed his head and looked straight at Shangguan Xiaoyao who was sitting cross-legged. The aura of the seventh level of Emperor Realm and Holy Realm on his body made Yu Jiujie feel an inexplicable sense of fear.

When Emperor Yu saw the dragons, he knew in his heart that Shangguan Xiaoyao was accepting the essence of the dragons, and formed a barrier with nine treasured tripods on the spot, so that everyone could stay close to Shangguan Xiaoyao.

Then a group of people sat down cross-legged one after another. Yu Jiujie scrambled to sit in the front, but Yin Zhiyao pulled him away and sat there across the guzheng.

"Xiaoyao can't wake up, I'll wait for him here."

In desperation, Yu Jiujie could only return to Emperor Yu who was presiding over the formation, and put his Jiujie sword and wooden box back to their respective places.

Yin Zhiyao anxiously stroked the zither strings made of dragon tendons, waiting for Shangguan Xiaoyao to recover.

"I figured it out. Shangguan Xiaoyao didn't wake up for a long time because of his lack of Yuanli realm. It's useless to rely on the sealing and suppressing technique of Qihun Xiaoba to forcibly block him."

After Yu Jiujie finished speaking lightly, he drew out the Jiujie Sword again, and the wooden box behind his back also released nine rays of light: "We need to help Shangguan Xiaoyao, my emperor."

Emperor Yu turned around and looked at Yu Jiujie's firm eyes, knowing what his courtiers wanted.

"Since this is the case, there is no problem in assisting Shangguan Xiaoyao to stabilize himself while our three emperors are gathered together, and Emperor Jiuyang has now broken through the holy realm." After saying that, Emperor Yu got up from the ground and was about to follow Yu Jiujie went to sit down in front of Shangguan Xiaoyao.

There was a sound of debris falling to the ground, and everyone looked at Li Xiaosheng who had been silent behind him.

"Shangguan Xiaoyao is dead now, and I can't put on a show. Emperor Yu, you can continue to preside over the formation, and the task of assisting Brother Xiaoyao will be entrusted to me."

The miscellaneous archer equipment all over his body was taken off, Li Xiaosheng walked lightly behind Yu Jiujie, and sat down cross-legged.

One at the fifth level of the holy realm, one at the first level of the holy realm, and one at the ninth level of the emperor's realm. The three mortal masters sat behind Yu Jiujie one by one.

The green light emerged from the wooden box behind Yu Jiujie, piercing the eyes of the three emperors: "Three, please connect with the wooden box behind me with Yuanli knot."

The wooden box flew out from behind, and was neatly divided into three sections on the ground in front of the three of them. A strand of willow's vitality knot was connected to the nine-section sword.

"Yu Jiujie, do you really want to use this exercise?" Emperor Yu felt extremely palpitated when he saw the wooden box fall off from the back of Yu Jiujie. He only saw it once when he was in Jie's hand, and it was Yu Jiujie who used it for him when he was seriously injured a long time ago. Since then, Yu Jiujie has been lying down for a full fourteen days before he dared to move.

Yu Jiujie seemed much more free and easy, but turned his head and smiled at Emperor Yu: "It's just a few more days to lie down, and I can still eat."

Immediately, three strands of Yuanli knots of different colors were connected to the wooden box, and the nine-section sword that was held tightly emitted three colors of light.

"Infinite life and infinite death, where there is no form, there is a body with form, and where there is form, there is a soul without form."

Yu Jiujie recited the law over and over again, and the flickering of the Jiujie sword became more frequent as the chanting became more intensive: "Everyone, let go of your defenses, I need to extract a lot of energy from your body Help Shangguan Xiaoyao improve his realm!"

Hearing this, several people released their meridian paths and spirits, allowing Yu Jiujie to extract the energy from their bodies through the wooden box.

Huge suction came from the thin threads connected to the fingers, and the vitality of the whole body was swept away immediately, and the meridians of the limbs and bones involuntarily flowed up toward the fingers.

The majestic and pure Yuanli was squeezed into silk threads, entered the Nine-section Sword, and flew out from the Nine-section Sword again, aiming at Shangguan Xiaoyao's back.

"Here we come! We are about to hit the holy land!" Shangguan Xiaoyao shouted in his heart, feeling the surging energy from behind.

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The six sages looked at the black entrance of the secret realm in the sky, where the familiar aura of Wuya Martial Saint and ethereal power of space were escaping.

"What happened, Wuya Martial Saint's aura is so strong, but still hasn't appeared?" Tianyin Shengzun still wore a mask covering his eyes, raised his head to feel the aura overflowing from the sky,

The faces of the real dragon sage and Ying Sigong became more serious. They were looking at the entrance of the secret realm solemnly and said: "The soul communication between Yinghe Yingying and us has changed, and the dragon blood inside has changed."

The two holy dragon supremes liberated their aura and showed great hostility towards the huge black hole in the sky.

"Emperor Xiuge has also lost contact with me." The Nether Lord also sensed something, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes. "Yinfuhuang, Yibutian, get ready to fight."

Supreme Zen Master took out a new Zen stick, engraved with sharp and sharp-edged formulas, and revealed something to the group of seven saints: "I hope you will forgive me and Tianchan for defrauding me. It is calculated that there will be a big change in the Tianchan Holy Land, so I have sent several times to gather you here, just to gather you together, so as to prevent Wuya Wuya from slaughtering the common people."

Hearing the words of the Supreme Chan Master, the first one to express his dissatisfaction was the Nether Lord, who teleported to the Supreme Chan Master on the spot, and shouted at him: "How dare you count me! I entrust the world's plans to you!" How dare you count me in!"

"We didn't do it on purpose, but the world is in crisis, so we had no choice but to take this bad strategy." The Heavenly Chan Lord folded his hands and bowed to the Nether Lord, muttering words in his mouth. "I also hope that the Nether Lord will endure for this world for a while. If the Wuya Martial Saint walks in this world to absorb the energy, I am afraid that [-]% of the mortals will lose their lives in this Dharma-ending era."

The eyes of the Supreme Chan Master and the Heavenly Chan Master were as cold and silent as the bright moon in the sky. Only when the Nether Lord approached did he notice the twilight spirit on the two of them, and only then did he realize that these two had already spent a lot of time calculating the fate of Wuya Martial Saint. A lot of life.

"Forget it, we've already come anyway, it seems Wuya Martial Sage has already locked us in, so that's it." The aura of the Nether Lord suddenly weakened.

The calculations of the two old friends, sooner or later, made him feel inexplicably helpless. Even though he was standing at the top of the continent, there were still some things that he couldn't control by himself.

Lord Tianyin just patted Lord Youming on the shoulder as he passed by, without saying anything.

It seems that the hatred between the two has been resolved in these few shoulder pats, and it seems that the abyss-like rift between them has widened a bit.

The True Dragon Lord's eyes were fixed on the black hole in the sky, and his silent anger was enough to make the other five people focus on him.

The dragon's arrogance all over his body was gone at this time, his eyes were full of hatred, and traces of blood had already overflowed from his nails between his clenched hands.

The traces of the state of seeing the world on the side of Mr. Ying has also disappeared, leaving only a white-haired old man with young people dying constantly, sighing and chanting in the air, his beard and hair full of pity .

"The old man is here, all disciples."

Standing in the middle of a group of sages, Wuya Martial Sage was dressed in a light blue kung fu costume.

"Little dragon has grown up." Wu Sheng turned around with a smile and approached the real dragon. "It's really not easy to transform into a humanoid dragon with horns and tails now. I heard that there are already a hundred sons and grandsons of dragons? I just ate two of you, and I hope my disciples don't blame me."

Forcibly enduring the hand of Holy Venerable Wu Ya to touch his face, the slightly slender cheeks under the human form of Holy Dragon True Dragon were constantly trembling.

His heart was already full of anger, and the incandescent dragon's breath almost broke through his voice, wishing to burn the blue-clothed old man in front of him to death on the spot.

However, he couldn't. In ancient times, when Wuya Wusheng taught him five people, he was already the only holy place on the mainland at that time. Now that the accumulation has not been counted for years, the real dragon sage is regarded as one of the "five people who know the sky". Nor is his master's opponent.

Wuya Martial Sage turned and left, and drifted towards Tianyin Sacred Venerable.

"Xiaoyin, the teacher told you back then, don't put your feelings too much into the individual, and you have to care about the world to become a saint. At least you still remember my teachings from Master, and you didn't go too far with this ghost." It's close." Martial Sage Wuya also brushed lightly over the face of Sacred Venerable Tianyin, playing with the strands of black hair with his fingertips. "I have a deep memory of your Le Neng back then. Those porcelain and jade plates in Yaju have often shattered you."

"Okay, you're already half-old, and I can't be disrespectful to you." Martial Sage Wuya finally flicked a few times on the zither, and left in front of Sage Tianyin. "Guzheng is good."

Wuya Martial Sage came to the Nether Lord again, narrowed his eyes and sized him up carefully: "Ming Tian, ​​you were the one who stayed with me the longest back then, even if you weren't a genius, you were still taken by me." He changed his life and became the current saint."

This time Wuya Martial Saint did not touch the Nether Lord, but confided to the Nether Lord with kind eyes, like a father and son who hadn't seen each other for many years.

"Stop talking nonsense, the five of us didn't fail to save you when we found out that you were insane, who knew that your insanity was on purpose?" Holy Lord Nether said with a sarcasm. "If I hadn't foolishly regarded you as my father back then, I wouldn't have known how to practice Laoshizi Nether Technique at that time, and I wouldn't have fallen into such a state that my old friends didn't like to see me."

(End of this chapter)