After dressing as a cannon fodder in Xiuxianwen

Chapter 682 Relics
"Yanrong, stop, even if you escaped from this world, can you escape the entire Vast Sea Region? The entire Immortal Realm? Immortals in the Immortal Realm, Jade Immortals, Golden Immortals, Da Luo Jinxian, Half Saints, you... Take it over?"

Youquan's words made Yanrong's eyes turn red again.

The sharp teeth were clenched tightly, and the red silk thread waving around became even more frenzied.

How could he not know this!
But the Meteor Flame Realm is different from other realms, and the Flame Zerg is even more...

The moment the blood-colored monster descended, he could clearly feel that the Life Core on which the Yan Zerg depended for survival was trembling!

They Yan Zerg... To some extent, they have [-]% of the same power as those bloody monsters!

The blood-colored monsters killed by all realms are things that the fairy world cannot tolerate...

Especially since he has already embarked on this path, no one will give him a chance to choose.

In addition, they can become a great tonic for these things, and even in a state of mutual attraction, they are constantly changing...

Youquan trembled violently, and met Yanrong's pupils that couldn't see into the abyss.

"Today, I must kill it!"

His lifespan is running out, but he has hope in ascension, even if his bones are withered and he steps on others, he will climb up!
"kill!"

Yan Rong's violent figure shot straight into the sky.

Xu Yanchang's pupils shrank suddenly, that was where the entire Pankong Breakthrough Array was located, and it must not be allowed to rush out, otherwise the Pankong Realm...

"Stop him! At all costs!"

The Wraith Spirit Blood Fiend born on the ground shook the barriers of the major cities for a while.

The monks couldn't help but feel a little terrified when they saw the blood ghosts of various shapes transformed from the mist.

"How... how come there are so many resentful spirits and blood demons?!"

"Quick! Hurry up and send a distress signal to the seniors!"

Ordinary monks are definitely at a disadvantage when confronted with such things as resentful spirits and blood demons, and it is very difficult to kill them. Unless there is no resentment and evil spirit around them to provide them, there is hope for them to destroy them.

But where is this place? It's not like they haven't seen those corpses back then.

The signals for help were ignited and sent out above the various cities, but the black air soaring into the sky still did not wait for the rescue of the seniors.

Some monks can't help but understand that the seniors may have encountered difficult things on their own side.

The black light in the sky became more and more intense, covering the entire half of the sky.

With the spirit of blood and blood from the entire Pankong world as an offering, Yanrong's strength has simply surpassed the tribulation stage, and even reached the level of a half-step immortal.

Even if there is a slight difference in high-level cultivation, it is a world of difference!

"Oh!"

A fit cultivator was hit and immediately flew backwards, spraying blood.

The power of the blood fiend and resentful spirits became more and more intense around them, making it almost impossible for everyone to see the road ahead and the people around them.

The formation was also messed up for a while, giving Yanrong an opportunity to take advantage of, and there were a few more screams.

Emperor Yao Hua heard the screams around him one after another, his eyes were tearing apart.

"Yan Rong! Today, this gentleman is going to explode! I want you to be buried here too!"

Feeling the strong wind blowing from the side, Huo Shen waved the cloud in his hand violently.

Several thin threads coming back to him snapped.

The figure that was rushing forward suddenly paused, and he felt a slight heat from the storage space.

Taking a quick look at his consciousness, his gaze stayed on the few things that Shen Qingyi gave him, and the faint light was a bit dazzling at this moment.

Huo Shen noticed something strange in the jade box.

With quick eyes and hands, he took a quick look, and his pupils shrank involuntarily.

A flute that looks like jade but not jade is emitting red light at the moment, and that aura... the aura of righteousness!
The red light of the jade flute gradually became a little dazzling, it was astonishingly the three predestined magic weapons that Shen Qingyi had obtained at the beginning.

The Destiny Magical Treasure lit up when it met Huo Shen, which made Shen Qingyi notice it right away.

It's just that there are some things that are hard to talk about, and she doesn't know the original owner of the jade flute and his story.

Since Yuxiao chose the master and chose someone with predestined relationship, Shen Qingyi took advantage of the situation and gave him to Huo Shen.

Except for Yuxiao, the few fruits in the box on the side are also a bit eye-catching.

This is the first time Huo Shen has seen this thing, but he is not uninformed.

In the Treasure Pavilion of Xianmeng, there is a Tianyuan star fruit preserved.

That girl actually gave him three.

At this moment, he couldn't help but think more, the heat of Yuxiao made Huo Shen subconsciously take it out of the space.

"boom!"

"Fuck!"

The red light of the jade flute is not dazzling, it is even soft to say the least.

The silk threads surrounding Huo Shen instantly retreated in horror.

The pain from the suddenly retreating silk thread also attracted Yan Rong's attention, and when he saw what Huo Shen was holding in his hand, his pupils shrank.

What it is?
The sense of fear coming from the silk thread is real.

Huo Shen also understood instantly.

"Everyone! This thing is like the most evil thing! If you have a holy weapon in your hand! You can take it out and fight with it!"

Huo Shen's words shocked some of the monks present.

Sacred objects, whether they belong to Taoism, Buddhism, magic, or others, are they so easy to say that they exist?

Even if there was, ordinary monks would hide it, afraid of harming even the slightest bit.

At this moment, I saw Huo Shen holding the cloud in his right hand and the jade flute in his left, moving quickly through the silk thread.

The silk thread actually gave out piercing screams like a living thing.

Some monks no longer hesitated.

Yanrong watched those monks take things out one by one, the expression on his face couldn't be controlled, and he became ferocious again.

It's just that there are many monks at the scene, there are holy objects, and even some weapons, with the owner's practice all the year round, have some different auras on him, which also has an effect on the blood evil spirits on the side, and on the flames. So is Rong.

Yanrong didn't expect that after merging with that bloody monster, he would become like an evil thing, afraid of these things.

As soon as the Achilles' heel came out, Yanrong's advantage was pulled down in an instant.

Countless silk threads were cut off again, Yan Rong's face was extremely ferocious.

"You forced me! You forced me!"

The furious Yanrong had already lost his mind, and the bloody energy in his body had been tumbling and he hadn't been able to clear it up. Now the blood and evil energy of the resentful spirit was superimposed again, and black mist continued to seep out of a pair of pitch-black eyes.

"Ugh! Get up! Get up!"

The silk thread stretched out, and there was another clicking sound from the ground, and the wraith controlled by the thread was like a marionette on a string.

The wind was raging, and sand and rocks were flying all over the sky.

It blows so much that some monks can't stand at all.

The guards at the gate of the city have been replaced several batches in a row. Under such a big commotion, the formations in the city are consumed too quickly, and it is very difficult for the monks to control the formations. The rapid consumption of spiritual power and consciousness makes some monks look pale one slice.

"Quick! Quick! The formation is about to lose its hold!"

(End of this chapter)