Chapter 406 The one who killed Wei Ji was Su Jie of Guiling Palace! (two updates and nine thousand words)
The ferocious and terrifying ghost faces protruded from the flags. As Su Jie waved the Ten Thousand Souls Flags, it was like opening a ghost gate from the underworld to the human world.
The dark wind roared, and a large number of ghosts escaped, covering the sky and the earth, and finally transformed into a majestic ghost mountain.
The mountain is a thousand feet high, and there are winding, narrow and sinister roads. The rocks are all based on bones, and the springs are full of blood. It is fishy and filthy and cannot be approached.
At the top of the mountain, there stands a simple and old palace. Inside the palace, there is a ghost general who is as tall as one foot.
Some of them were sitting on rectangular thrones, with their feet hanging down, and each of them stepped on a skull.
Some sit cross-legged on the hexagonal altar, with their hands caressing the white bone relics.
Some of them stood with their heads held high, their armor upright, and their bones-breaking spears in their hands, showing a fierce aura.
There are more than thirty of these ghost generals, and they are full of ghostly energy. Originally they were just as motionless as clay statues of gods. However, as Su Jie controlled the Ten Thousand Soul Flags, this ghost general suddenly took steps and confronted Wei Ji from a distance, angry. Eyes glaring.
"Blood evil ghost formation."
Su Jie sneered, and the huge ghost mountain cracked open, with earth-shaking loud noises suddenly erupting like thunder.
The entire ghost mountain is like a red-hot iron block, exuding a red brilliance. All the huge rocks and rock walls are flashing with frightening blood. The blood is soaring into the sky, the fishy smell is tangy, the blood is constantly gushing, and the earth is shaking violently, as if It's like turning over.
There is a thick blood-colored mist surrounding the ghost mountain. The smell of the fishy smell is nauseating. The scarlet blood converges into a rolling blood river, circling the ghost mountain in circles in the void, like a bloody ribbon. .
In the river of blood, broken limbs, internal organs, hands, feet, and heads can be seen floating everywhere...
A white bone pole was inserted on the ghost peak, and the bodies of monks were hung on it. The various tragic conditions of being tortured before death were still maintained.
Wei Ji's expression suddenly changed. The originally dazzling fairy energy of his Purple Jade Wind Umbrella was now filled with blood-colored evil energy as the Ten Thousand Soul Flags were waved. All the scenery was covered with a faint blood color, and the Purple Jade Wind Umbrella was no exception.
Almost at the moment when the Ten Thousand Soul Flags Formation was formed, a terrifying river of blood roared out and directly hit Wei Ji.
Everyone's Ten Thousand Souls Banner has different characteristics. Su Jie's Ten Thousand Souls Banner is made of blood.
"Wind and Thunder Fan."
Wei Ji's face was no longer calm and calm, his eyes were extremely serious, the purple jade wind umbrella was spinning, and he took out another low-grade magic weapon from the storage bag.
The huge wind and thunder fan was two meters long. Wei Ji fanned it vigorously. At first it was a gentle breeze, but later it turned into a violent tornado. Then, it exploded into a bone-crushing and flesh-melting wind. This low-grade magic weapon was urged by Wei Ji. Move to the extreme.
The blood river moved forward without hesitation, directly breaking through the strong wind and bursting into millions of waves of blood. Although the rolling blood river was blown into waves, it could not stop its approach.
When the blood river collides with the purple jade wind umbrella itself, the scene is like the waves of the sea hitting the rocks, setting off boundless waves.
But the power of the blood river is infinitely greater than the waves.
The river of blood is condensed by Yin souls. This kind of extremely Yin and evil soul body can contaminate the monks' magic weapons.
One or two are inconspicuous, but when there are more of them, even Wei Ji's low-grade magic weapons, the purple jade wind umbrella and the wind and thunder fan, are corroded and rustling.
"It's so scary, it seems I have to take it seriously..."
Wei Ji took a deep breath and saw that the purple jade wind umbrella was unbearable and the protective light curtain was seriously damaged. His hands and arms lit up with stars, and the stars were connected to form a star map, carrying some mysterious power. , the fist force separated the blood river, which was amazing.
"Desolate Sky Fist?"
Tang Peiqing pulled off a few strands of his beard and was shocked.
The oldest, he is well-informed. He once traveled to the capital of the Dali Dynasty when he was young. This Huangtian Fist is the real secret skill of the Dali Dynasty. Only the direct relatives of the royal family can learn it and use the luck of the emperor to practice it. How can Wei Jihe be able to practice?
This boxing technique is the most domineering and unparalleled. It is said to be practiced to the highest level, and the whole body is covered with star patterns and stars. One punch can trigger the energy of the great avenue, which is called the great avenue level martial arts method.
The river of blood split and exploded under the starlight of the fist, but Wei Ji was not happy yet, the real power of the Ten Thousand Soul Banner was unleashed.
A ghost general suddenly stood up and ran towards Wei Ji with his feet on the blood river.
At first, a ghost general held a halberd and collided with Wei Ji's fist. It was like a thunderous explosion. The blood river within a radius of 100 meters was shaken and waves of blood were pushed away.
The ghost general flew back in an instant, and his body collapsed with terrifying cracks, like broken porcelain. A normal person would have died long ago, but the ghost general is not a human but a ghost, so he still has full combat power.
The ghost that flew hundreds of meters would rise to the surface from the blood river, and his whole body would be shot away again. Also charging together would be dozens of ghost generals who were about ten feet tall.
"I don't believe I can't smash you. If you give me a little more, I'll give you a good beating."
Wei Ji's fists were domineering, each punch and kick were like meteors falling down, smashing six or seven ghost generals in succession, completely killing them.
With the number of ghost generals, the two sides seemed to be locked in a killing battle.
When Han Ruyan saw this, she flew over and entered the blood sea formation in person.
Han Ruyan has the ability to strengthen ghosts and ghost weapons. The Ten Thousand Soul Banner is also a ghost weapon and is also included in the list of enhancements.
Almost as soon as Han Ruyan moved, the blood river calmed down strangely. However, a red light as rich as blood appeared on the body of a respected ghost general, and his combat power began to increase.
Wei Ji fought hard at first, but there were too many ghost generals.
When Wei Ji had just smashed a ghost general away, a ghost with a three-eyed ghost mask on his head and a river of blood at his feet would approach from behind Wei Ji, hold Wei Ji's neck, and drown him in the blood river.
In an instant, Wei Ji's body spiritual power was suppressed, and the purple jade wind umbrella was dimmed by the dirty spiritual light of the blood river. In shock, he quickly broke free from the restraints and floated above the blood river.
But just as he emerged, a ghost general holding a mace struck Wei Ji in the head.
Wei Ji's whole body seemed to be floating on water, bouncing dozens of times on the blood river, and then hit Gaoli Mountain, and countless rocks exploded and flew everywhere.
Tear!
Phew!
The two ghost generals were almost in sync with Wei Ji. Before Wei Ji could react, his head was buzzing, and he could only dodge halfway. One ghost general slashed him with a knife, cutting off his collarbone, leaving a wound deep enough to show the bone. A spear pierced through his chest.
More ghost generals swarmed in. Although Wei Ji would be able to deal with it quickly if he fought alone, it would be difficult for Wei Ji to deal with dozens of ghost generals strengthened by Han Ruyan.
Wei Ji was nailed to the cliff with a spear, and the air wave spread in a ring. More weapons were thrown at him, nailing Wei Ji like the crucifixion of Jesus. Blood flowed across the cliff and dyed the cliff red.
"These are rivers of blood. Don't fight them on the river of blood."
Just when Wei Ji was being attacked by inhuman beings and struggled to pull out his weapon to dodge, a voice suddenly came. Wei Ji recognized it as the voice of Zhuang Liangru's spiritual consciousness.
Apparently seeing that Wei Ji was losing, Zhuang Liangru couldn't sit still and ended up going off the rails.
However, Zhuang Liangru's action immediately made Zhang Junwei notice the clues. While blocking it with his soul, he mocked: "Haha, Zhuang Liangru, can't you afford to lose? You can't do it without your divine sense."
Zhuang Liangru kept silent. As long as I don't speak, it means I didn't do it.
On the battlefield, Wei Ji was reminded by Zhuang Liangru and finally understood.
Those ghost generals basically fought on the blood river. This was caused by Han Ruyan entering the formation. Their fighting power was extremely powerful with the blessing of the blood river.
But once it leaves the blood river range, its combat effectiveness will drop a lot.
Knowing this, Wei Ji immediately distanced himself, planning to use long-range attacks to consume the blood river's soul power, or simply break out of the blood river formation.
But how could Su Jie let him go? Just when Wei Ji was about to take action, the Thousand-Handed Centipede led Su Jie himself into the Blood River Formation of the Ten Thousand Soul Banners, and with the help of a large number of ghost generals, Wei Ji was surrounded. Strictly true.
And what followed was naturally a brutal and inhumane beating.
"Wei...Senior Brother Wei seems to be defeated."
"How is that possible! Senior Brother Wei is invincible, how could he lose to a demon cultivator?"
"Senior Brother Wei must have a trump card, please believe in him."
The surrounding Zhengdao and Demon cultivators were stunned. Seeing Wei Ji reduced to a sandbag, the Zhengdao Sect could not accept that their own fairy seedlings were beaten up.
"Haha, Senior Brother Su fought well. Just hit the man in white like this to make him feel superior."
"Senior Brother Su Wansheng, you are the strongest immortal seedling, the one opposite is just a fake."
"Now you understand who the fairy seedlings are. All the righteous trash snacks, listen up. Your fairy seedlings are not good, and there is a gap between the fairy seedlings."
On the other hand, the morale of Guiling Palace soared, and they looked at Su Jie with admiration as he chased Wei Ji all over the battlefield.
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"Ten thousand soul flags! One hundred thousand soul level."
Both Taoists and demons at the scene were shocked by Su Jie's sudden reveal of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, but the most surprised ones were a group of monks hiding hundreds of kilometers away in a cave carved out of an underground volcano.
There are more than ten thousand of them, wearing black ghost robes. Some of them have withered faces, some of them are like dying skeletons, and some of them exude a strong corpse stench. This group of people is the war allies selected by Ghost Ridge Palace, a group of Tianhunmen.
They used ghosts to set up a magic circle and hid here in advance. Their location could not be found without special exploration. They are waiting for the opportunity here, and when the battle becomes fierce, they can rush out and give the Zhengdao Sect's troops a hard blow in the back, forming a double flank with the Ghost Ridge Palace.
Hiding in the cave, a water mirror is suspended in mid-air, showing a scene of a battle on the battlefield.
"This person is the Fairy Miao of Guiling Palace in your mouth."
Standing at the front of the water mirror is a man with a gloomy complexion, a hooked nose, and slender eyebrows.
He is the sect leader of the Tianhun Sect, Lu Jingshi, who is in the Taoist realm. This battle will affect the future survival environment of the Tianhun Sect, and he must attend the meeting in person.
Behind Lu Jingshi, there were thirty-seven secret treasure realm elders standing. The Tianhun Sect had brought almost all their family members with them.
"Sect Master, it is this person who had a quarrel with us, and he was the one who took the wedding dress away from us."
Zhao Lianshan held up his hands and said that he took Zou Minzun to Su Jie to ask for the ghost in wedding clothes, but the ghost in wedding clothes failed to get it and was severely humiliated by Su Jie afterwards.
Later on the way back, he discovered that Zou Minzun had disappeared strangely. He suspected that it was probably Su Jie who had done it secretly.
Zhao Lianshan said, looking at Han Ruyan's figure in the field, his eyes full of unwillingness.
"The Hundred Thousand Soul Flag is a ruthless and ruthless character. I don't know how many people were killed to refine it. It would be great if such a fairy seedling came from our Tianhun Sect. In this way, there is hope for the sect's revival!"
Lu Jingshi was filled with emotion, and his eyes were somewhat envious of Zhang Junwei's good luck.
Why can't my sect produce a fairy seedling? A fairy seedling that can produce a hundred thousand soul flags at such a young age.
One look at this banner and one knew that Su Jie was a murderer and regarded human life as nothing, so he was the most suitable disciple for their Tianhun Sect's characteristics.
However, what Lu Jingshi didn't know was that most of Su Jie's 100,000 soul flags relied on the soul power provided by livestock, except for some human souls, which was very different from what he imagined Su Jie would do to massacre the city.
"The sect master is overly worried. When we gain a firm foothold in Qingzhou and recruit talented disciples, there will definitely be immortal seedlings and geniuses. We will not be worse than Guiling Palace."
Zhao Lianshan flattered him, and other elders also spoke in agreement.
"That's right, when this war is resolved, we will develop well for a while."
Lu Jingshi shook his head, and while paying attention to the situation on the battlefield, he suddenly chuckled: "It seems that the winner is about to be decided."
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On the battlefield, Wei Ji plowed a deep trench hundreds of meters long on the ground, smashed several huge rocks, and finally stopped reluctantly.
At this time, Wei Ji had long lived up to his previous charm. His original spotless white clothes were now like strips of cloth, hanging messily on his body. They were all covered with blood marks, almost draining the blood from his body.
If it weren't for the vitality attached to Wei Ji's unusual true dragon body, he would have died in the siege.
When Wei Ji stood up unsteadily on his knees, his body with multiple fractures made his movements extremely difficult and unsteady. With one unsteady movement, his knees went weak, and he knelt down in front of Su Jie.
Su Jie stood on top of the Thousand-Handed Centipede, accepting Wei Ji's kneeling, and said with a faint smile: "Do you want to beg for mercy? The so-called Guanchao Pavilion Immortal Miao, the number one young person in Qingzhou, is just mediocre."
Wei Ji's face was pale. He didn't know whether it was due to excessive bleeding or because he was angry with Su Jie. His eyes were red and bloodshot, and his anger was palpable.
Even more angry than Wei Ji were the righteous disciples who saw this sad scene.
"Am I right? Senior Brother Wei actually knelt down to that devil."
"It's over. Senior Brother Wei is really defeated. His spine has been broken. He kneels down to the devil and begs for mercy."
"I am ashamed to associate with such people. It would be better to die than to surrender! It is simply an insult to our moral integrity."
The expressions of the disciples of the Zhengdao sect were faintly broken. Wei Ji's defeat and the performance of kneeling down to beg for mercy made their morale plummet
"Impossible, how could Senior Brother Wei lose?"
Mo Shiyao clenched her hands, unwilling to admit this fact.
"The opponent is too strong, that guy is simply inhuman."
Xiao Guanglian swallowed, feeling shocked by this battle.
"He lost."
Yu Wenjing had complicated emotions. It was the first time he saw Wei Ji lose, and this was probably death.
"Haha, I said that boy can win."
Over at Guiling Palace, Old Dao Qiu laughed, his laughter full of relief and pride.
"As expected of the genius of our sect."
Zhang Junwei smiled, and Su Jie's performance exceeded his imagination.
"As I thought, it was him who won, and he became stronger again."
Ning Xinyue muttered, she was only at the first level of the secret realm, Su Jie had already reached the third level of the secret realm, and her actual combat ability was so strong that she didn't even know how Su Jie cultivated.
When Wei Ji heard other people's comments, his face turned green and white. He suddenly reached into his storage bag, took out a black stone fragment and was about to swallow it into his mouth.
This is a dragon ball fragment that he got by chance, and it is also the key to why he can achieve the body of a true dragon.
As long as he swallows the dragon ball fragments, he will be able to temporarily have a strength and physique that is truly comparable to that of a real dragon, but the consequence is that he will die after the end, which is a means of perishing together.
"Let's all die together."
Wei Ji's facial features were distorted and he was about to swallow the dragon ball fragments.
But before Wei Ji could reach his mouth, his right hand was broken at the wrist.
Han Ruyan appeared, holding the White Bone Heavenly Evil Sword in his hand, and cut off his palm with one strike.
Su Jie hooked his fingers, and the dragon ball fragment in his palm fell into Su Jie's hand.
"I have been on guard against this move of yours for a long time. You guys always have some weird ways to explode your sex, and I really caught you."
Su Jie put away the dragon ball fragments with a smile, and walked towards him step by step with the red flying sword, preparing to personally chop off his head.
"Give it back to me, that's mine..."
Wei Ji collapsed. His last resort to save his life was in vain. He was about to go crazy.
"It's over."
Su Jie raised his flying sword high and was about to chop off the opponent's head when he suddenly heard a loud shout: "How dare you, Shu Zi."
Zhuang Liangru's roar shook the heavens and the earth, and he couldn't hold it in any longer.
snort!
What responded to him was Su Jie's ruthless sword swing.
With a cloud of blood splattering on Su Jie's trousers, Su Jie held Wei Ji's dead head in his left hand and raised it high, shouting angrily: "The one who killed Wei Ji is Guiling Palace Su Jie, no one will accept it. ”
The scene was silent, and the needle drop could be heard in the Righteous Sect. The eyes of each of the Righteous disciples were numb and painful, and some even shed tears, such as Mo Shiyao.
On the Ghost Ridge Palace side, after a brief silence, there were cheers and roars like a mountain roar and a tsunami.
"Su Jie! Su Jie! Su Jie!"
The momentum shook the heaven and the earth, like burning fire cooking oil, echoing continuously between the heaven and the earth.
Ning Xinyue, Xiao Fengyuan, Tang Peiqing, Zhang Junwei and other acquaintances looked at Su Jie. At this time, they had become excited, excited, relieved, and emotional. Even Qiu Laodao, who had always been serious, his old face turned into a smile. Like a chrysanthemum.
"The whole army will attack and destroy Guiling Palace here today. In addition, whoever kills Su Jie will be rewarded with five million spiritual stones."
Zhuang Liangru, who just wanted to intervene in the rescue, was stopped by Zhang Junwei. He watched helplessly as his fairy seedling was beheaded by Su Jie. His eyes were as fierce as cannibalism. He was filled with anger and could no longer restrain himself. He issued a deafening war command and directed at Su Jie. There is a reward of five million spiritual stones.
"All the elders and disciples of Guiling Palace listen to the order and kill all the righteous people today to protect our mountain gate inheritance and prevent the righteous path from flowing into a river of blood. We will never give up."
Zhang Junwei waved his hand, and the sound was like thunder, spreading in all directions, and the same war response was made.
"Kill, kill, kill, kill all the righteous people."
"Fight, fight, fight, kill all these demon cultivators and promote my righteous path."
The good and the evil are like two opposing torrents. The enemies of each other are extremely jealous when they meet each other. In an instant, they are all over the mountains and fields fighting towards the opposite side. Magical weapons, flying swords, talismans, magic spells, magic circles, spiritual beasts, and poisonous insects. , Dharma Ark... Countless secret techniques collided, blood and residual limbs splashed, and the war entered the final stage of decisive battle.
(End of chapter)