Chapter 1393 This Damn Sense of Ritual
Seeing that he was about to fall into a three-on-one situation, Xue Zongwu roared angrily, tilted his shoulders, and the crouching beast rushed towards the brothers.
The Weng brothers realized how powerful it was and hurriedly turned around to avoid it.
Xue Zongwu grabbed a hammer and hit He Lingchuan.
At the critical moment of life and death, all magic weapons and magical powers are exhausted. He can only rely on combat skills, force, and will to fight his way out and join his army!
Under the gaze of everyone, the man in black armor let out a long roar, black fire steaming around his body, and his strength suddenly increased again!
Xue Zongwu took two blows from him. It was clear that the Purple Gold Melon Hammer was a heavy weapon that could make the enemy's hands tremble. But now, his own jaw was broken, and sticky blood flowed all over his hands.
Even if Emperor Jiuyou suddenly put away his Yuan Power, even if Xue Zongwu had used the "Diligence Talisman", the latter still couldn't resist.
Only then did he realize that the man in front of him had not tried his best in the previous battle.
Xue Zongwu's men have arrived, there is no need to delay any longer. He Lingchuan's eyes hidden under the mask flickered, and he opened and closed his moves, hitting faster and faster, and hitting harder and harder!
Dang, dang, dang, twenty-five consecutive strikes in one breath were like striking iron. Xue Zongwu could only parry, and could not even straighten his back.
He felt like a nail that was about to be hammered into the ground by Emperor Jiuyou.
Bao Xin and others who rushed over were also horrified and couldn't believe their eyes. The powerful and domineering Marshal Xue was actually pinned to the ground and beaten until he was unable to fight back?
After receiving these twenty-five blows, his strength, blood and fighting spirit were all drained. Xue Zongwu knew that he could not survive.
The junior brother and his subordinates were about to arrive, but it was already too late.
There was a cruel look in his eyes, and he shouted loudly: "He is..."
He is He Lingchuan!
Emperor Jiuyou is He Lingchuan!
Sound and blood spurted together. Even if he dies, he must pass on this information before he dies, so that He Lingchuan can enjoy the pursuit of the whole world!
But his voice had long been mute, and in the background of the sound of falling wood in the main hall behind him, it actually couldn't be heard very far.
At the same time, the man in black armor swung away his purple-gold melon hammer, and the cold sword light left an afterimage and slashed through his neck.
Silky and light, like cutting open a leaf.
Xue Zongwu's cry stopped abruptly.
This extremely precious secret has never been revealed to the world.
His eyes were full of unwillingness.
But before Xue Zongwu's consciousness completely dissipated, a detail suddenly came up deep in his memory:
He had read the information about Emperor Jiuyou, and there was a sentence in it——
Emperor Jiuyou likes to execute people in public.
in public!
In the past, Xue Zongwu himself liked to do this, in full view of the public, with the effect of shocking people.
But now that he thought about it, the black-armored leader had never tried his best in the previous battles. Instead, he was weakening him as slowly as cutting off seedlings. What was he waiting for?
Waiting for other witnesses to arrive.
Wait for everyone from Xiaotaoshan Villa and Xue Jiajun to rush to the scene to witness the public execution of Emperor Jiuyou and kill Xue Zongwu!
Yes, yes, Emperor Jiuyou has spent so much effort to get rid of this "evil man". Of course, he must complete the ceremony, use all the gimmicks, and make everyone immersed in unspeakable horror!
Without an audience to appreciate, it means getting half the result with twice the effort. How can Emperor Jiuyou do it?
He hates it so much, why didn't he think of this earlier?
Why not take advantage of this?
Now, it's too late.
He Lingchuan grabbed the top of his hair with his backhand and pulled it out hard——
The body and head are separated!
The headless corpse fell down.
There are many magic powers to fake death in this world, and beheading is the safest way.
Xue Zongwu, died!
This battle took place right in front of the burning hall. The collapsed wooden beams and the sky full of fire almost froze the scene:
Emperor Jiuyou forcibly pulled out Xue Zongwu's head!
Absurd, bloody, yet as clear as slow motion.
The person opposite was stunned and subconsciously stopped.
General Xue is dead?
General Xue, who is known as the most important weapon of the country, was actually head-on and killed in public by a man in black armor of unknown origin?
In front of more than a hundred of his elite men, he was beheaded in front of his fellow disciples!
The Weng brothers also opened their mouths and said nothing.
Butcher Xue is really dead! Are they done with their revenge now?
Weng Xing slapped himself with his backhand. It hurts, it's not a dream.
Before the other party could react, He Lingchuan held the sinner's head with his left hand and threw the soul hook chain with his right hand. Xue Zongwu's dead soul was hooked out of his body under the gaze of countless people, and he was unwillingly thrown into the Ju Luo treasure box.
Both body and soul are silent.
The evil ghost imprisoned in the box and the nutrients that irrigated the precious tree have become one more.
Just as He Lingchuan was about to move, the soul-capturing mirror in his arms suddenly shouted: "Wait a minute, there is a treasure on Xue's body!"
Xue Zongwu had just fought fiercely with Emperor Jiuyou for a long time. Magic weapons and magical powers emerged one after another. His fighting power was really strong, and there were so many treasures.
He Lingchuan immediately leaned over and quickly touched the corpse under the guidance of the unscrupulous mirror. In two breaths, he pulled a sail-shaped brocade silk from Xue Zongwu's waist.
The mirror shouted: "Yes, yes, this is it. I can feel it, this is good stuff."
He Lingchuan could feel the characteristics of this magic weapon when he pinched it.
It turns out that this object is called "Smooth Sailing". It can protect the owner at critical moments and convert external attacks into knock-up force. It is both a self-defense weapon and an escape tool. When Xue Zongwu was ambushed by the Weng brothers, he relied on it to avoid Weng Su's divine first blow, and just now he used it to block He Lingchuan's interception. It was really a good thing to save his life.
The mirror is quite discerning, although he doesn't like the divine bone necklace.
He Lingchuan put the magic weapon into his pocket without hesitation, and took Xue Zongwu's weapon as well.
Taking one is taking, taking two is also taking.
After doing what the Nine Nether Emperor must do, He Lingchuan said to the Weng brothers:
"Let's go into the hall."
Enter the hall? The Weng brothers subconsciously followed him to the hall, looking up. This hall was bathed in blazing flames, and it was also thanks to Qi Yunsheng that he had put in enough work and materials to repair it. Even if the white flame was strong, it would not burn it all in a short time.
But just walk in like this? Weng Xing couldn't help shouting: "With that fire monster here, we can't get in!"
They were forced out by the white flame before. Whoever this thing touches will be unlucky, and it will not stop until it is burned to ashes.
After Xue Zongwu died, the crouching beast did not return to the armor after losing its owner, but plunged into the hall, as if celebrating its freedom.
The fire in the hall was even more blazing.
If they entered the hall now, the Emperor Jiuyou would act as if nothing had happened, and the Weng brothers were afraid that they would die.
The black-armored man continued to stride forward, and a steady voice came into their ears: "It's okay, but follow me."
The Weng brothers looked at each other.
Follow? Not follow?
Although the fierce flames in the hall were raging, after a fierce battle tonight, their trust in the black-armored man rose sharply.
He shouldn't cheat them.
When they ran to the front of the hall, the manic flames were about to lick their eyebrows. The black-armored man in front suddenly stopped and took a deep breath--
This was like a whale sucking water, but it was not sea water that was sucked in, but flames!
White flames.
The small fire beast on Xue Zongwu's shoulder had grown a hundred times larger after swallowing half of the hall. The flames covering the hall were faintly formed, showing the outline of the monster.
By accident, it seemed to have found a way to grow.
But the black-armored man sucked all the white flames into his mouth.
In the eyes of everyone behind, Bai Yan not only did not dare to pounce on him, but was desperately trying to escape back to the hall.
Unfortunately, the arm was no match for the thigh.
Even though it was unwilling and ran away while roaring, it was still sucked into the mouth of the black-armored man.
After only two or three breaths, only ordinary flames were left to devour the entire hall.
Bai Yan had been taken away by the black-armored man. Now this was just an ordinary fire scene, but the fire was a little bigger.
Although the Weng brothers found it incredible, it was time to escape, so they put aside all their emotions and followed the black-armored man step by step.
If this was really a person, he would be too powerful!
They didn't know that it was of course the divine bone necklace that sucked Bai Yan away, but in the eyes of outsiders, the monster was taken away by He Lingchuan, just like the evil spirit of the Yangshan Islands back then, He Lingchuan just went with the flow and pretended to do it.
Bai Huoling was swallowed alive by the Nine Nether Emperor! This look was very intimidating.
Walking into the fire again, the heat wave and thick smoke hit us again. But the white flames had been sucked clean by He Lingchuan without any residue, and the Weng brothers were relieved.
As habitual arsonists, they skillfully took out two masks to cover their mouths and noses, and asked He Lingchuan again: "My benefactor, do you need it?"
He Lingchuan waved his hand and strode forward: "Don't be too far away from me."
The Qianglong armor and the mask on his face can isolate the toxic smoke.
The Weng brothers walked four feet behind him, but they didn't feel the heat of the fire at all. Otherwise, ordinary people would be burned with blisters all over their bodies in less than two and a half seconds.
The fire control ability of the Nine Nether Emperor is really superb.
The burning wooden beams and pillars are still collapsing. Don't look at the black-armored people walking leisurely, and the falling objects just can't hit them. There were two times when the Weng brothers just walked away, and they heard a bang behind them, and the burnt pillars fell to the place where they were three breaths ago.
It looks dangerous, but it can't hit them.
They didn't know that in such a chaotic and complicated environment, the soul-catching mirror in He Lingchuan's arms had been giving voice guidance: "Five steps to the right, oh yes, there is a rafter falling down! Oh no, three steps will do..."
This was a really bizarre scene. The Weng brothers had also seen many storms, but they still felt that tonight's adventure was too incredible.
Weng Xing turned around and said, "The pursuers have also entered the hall!"
Bao Xin rushed into the fire scene with more than 30 people, and he was eager to catch them.
Weng Xing noticed that a hazy green light was emitted from Bao Xin's side, covering everyone behind him, as if it could protect them from the fire.
Those who dared to come in had to show their magical powers.
Weng Su immediately said, "The remaining more than 100 people didn't come in. Maybe the protection range of their magic tools was limited?"
This building complex occupies a large area and is built on the mountain. The rock walls on both sides are like cuts, with a drop of more than ten feet, so there is no other way to the north cliff.