dkrc Chapter 1270 It's Fate
Chapter 1270 It's Fate
Not far away, Ji Xuanyi stood trembling beside Cang Huajue's infant body, his face full of disbelief:
"Ye Wutan died already? Is he really dead?"
Cang Huajue had a gloomy face, half-closed his eyes, and the corners of his mouth opened and closed: "Damn it! Ye Wutan dared to carry three quarters of dragon and tiger energy by himself, and it didn't disappear into thin air. Even if he was lucky..."
At this point, he suddenly raised his eyelids, as if he had thought of something, and glanced in the direction Jiang Xia fled:
"Go to the Tiger Guards as soon as possible. It would be best if you have a chance to save Yang Yu. Protect yourself first and return to Kunlun as soon as possible! We don't need you in this mess anymore."
The next second, Cang Huajue's infant body chased after Jiang Xia!
Ji Xuanyi looked at the scene in front of him blankly. Lost? All the master's plans were in vain?
He couldn't calm down for a long time. No, he hadn't lost yet! There was still a chance!
Now that Ye Wutan is dead, Chen Wanli will have no one to rely on!
Ye Wutan is dead, and the position of God of War is vacant. Kunlun will definitely send someone to take over!
Ye Wutan is dead, and no one can stop Kunlun anymore!
Everything is still on track as planned by Kunlun!
Thinking of this, Ji Xuanyi clenched his fists and rushed towards the Tiger Guard Camp!
……
Yang Badao shouted at Jiang Xia's back, but the old man didn't even turn his head and rushed out like a gust of wind.
With Jiang Xia's strength, even if he fled at all speed, others could not catch up with him.
Moreover, at this moment, everyone's attention was focused on Ye Junshen.
Yang Badao was only distracted for a short moment, and he immediately knelt down beside Ye Junshen, stretched out his hand, and suddenly collapsed to the ground.
When everyone saw this, they all felt cold all over and started howling...
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Jiang Xia clutched the golden seal of the Great Xia God of War and ran out into the snowfield almost madly.
After running more than a hundred kilometers, he was blocked by a figure.
"Cang Huajue!" Jiang Xia narrowed his eyes, and suddenly a magical weapon appeared in his hand, and the aura around him surged.
"Hand over the things and I will spare your life!" Cang Huajue's infant body was suspended in the air, and his voice was cold.
"What?" Jiang Xia asked coldly.
"Golden Seal!" Cang Huajue stretched out a hand.
Jiang Xia looked confused and said, "The golden seal is just a token of my friendship! When a new military god is born in the future, there will be a new seal. Why bother to force me..."
"Jiang Xia! Don't be so smart!" Cang Huajue showed a hint of impatience.
"It's been more than half a day since your infant body left your physical body. How long can you last?" Jiang Xia raised his head, revealing a hint of murderous intent.
"How dare you! Do you think I can't kill you? You are a ridiculous ant, you don't know how high the sky is or how deep the earth is!"
Cang Huajue raised his hand and grabbed Jiang Xia's neck.
At this moment, a red light flashed above Jiang Xia's head, and a talisman suddenly shot out from the air, emitting a ball of scorching red flame.
"Ah!" Cang Huajue initially thought it was just an ordinary fire talisman and waved his hand disapprovingly.
The ball of fire that should have been easily defeated by Zhen Yuan, at this moment, stuck to his arm.
Cang Huajue let out a shrill dry howl.
He frantically made several hand gestures and finally stopped the spread of the fire, but the baby's body became more transparent than before and its expression was extremely exhausted.
"Samadhi Fire! Xu Youfeng! You actually sealed the Samadhi Fire in the talisman! You actually teamed up to plot against me!"
Cang Huajue roared madly, his eyes full of hatred.
Jiang Xia took out two Longhu Mountain talismans from his arms: "Cang Huajue, why don't you retreat? Do you want to die here?"
"Okay, okay, I want to see how long Ye Wukong's Nascent Soul can live!" There was a flash of unwillingness in Cang Huajue's eyes, but he didn't dare to bet whether the two fire talismans in Jiang Xia's hand were real fire talismans.
The body of Nascent Soul has no resistance to Samadhi True Fire!
But when he saw Jiang Xia taking a step forward and about to disappear, he was still unwilling to take action!
Suddenly, there was a wave of energy in the air, and Xu Youfeng's voice seemed to come from far away in the sky:
"Cang Huajue, if you don't leave, you will stay!"
Cang Huajue gritted his teeth, and the infant body quickly disappeared from the spot.
Jiang Xia, who was far away, breathed a sigh of relief. When he ran forward another hundred kilometers, he saw the Dragon and Tiger Sect Master Xu Youfeng, who was quickly approaching.
Xu Youfeng looked even weaker than that day in Lingshan, with messy hair and beard, as if even though he was not on the battlefield, he had not been having a good time in the past few days.
"Did you get it?" Xu Youfeng looked at Jiang Xia nervously.
Jiang Xia stuffed the golden seal into Xu Youfeng's hand, then sat down on the ground exhausted. He had been seriously injured on the battlefield, and he couldn't hold on as soon as he relaxed after surviving the disaster.
Xu Youfeng probed a trace of his spiritual consciousness into the golden seal and said in a deep voice: "I don't know if his Nascent Soul can be saved. I have set up the Nascent Soul Nurturing Formation, but it won't last long. It depends on Chen Wanli..."
"I wonder how the progress is with Chen Wanli..." Jiang Xia frowned, a hint of nervousness in his eyes.
"Yue Ruhai is not easy to deal with! Whether it is a blessing or a disaster depends on fate! I will take the golden seal back to Longhu Mountain first, otherwise I will be too late. What about you?" Xu Youfeng sighed.
"Not all the monsters are dead yet. I have to go back, otherwise Yang Badao and the others won't be able to hold on..." Jiang Xia forced himself to stand up.
Seeing Xu Youfeng escaping, his eyes involuntarily drifted towards Qing Meng, Chen Wanli, ah, Chen Wanli, this time the blessing or curse depends on you!
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Qingmeng City, in a huge underground tomb.
"Hiss..." Chen Wanli felt an inexplicable pain in his heart.
He frowned and subconsciously covered his chest with his hands.
Wang Youshi saw this and sneered, "Can an extraordinary master have a heart attack?"
"Get out!" Chen Wanli cursed angrily. For some reason, at this moment, he felt an inexplicable sense of uneasiness in his heart.
Wang Youshi was stunned when he saw this. Chen Wanli was not someone who couldn't take a joke. This was...
"Let's search the tomb quickly. The sooner we get out, the sooner we can feel at ease!" Wang Youshi said as he took the initiative to walk in front of Chen Wanli.
He could feel that Chen Wanli seemed a little uneasy at this moment.
In this tomb full of dangers, this situation is too dangerous!
As soon as the words fell, the two of them felt their feet go empty and they were actually falling down in mid-air.
There was a rumbling sound above my head. I looked up and saw that the bronze roof of the tomb above my head suddenly closed, blocking out the last ray of daylight.
The phosphorescent light floating in the chilly wind illuminated the surroundings—it turned out to be a bronze plank road suspended in mid-air, with nine three-legged round tripods floating on both sides.
Chen Wanli continued to explore the road ahead.
"Be careful!" Wang Youshi suddenly swung out a long whip, wrapped it around Chen Wanli's waist, and pulled him back violently.
I saw the plank road ahead suddenly break, and the rubble fell into the surging black water below. A shadow hundreds of feet long could be vaguely seen swimming under the water.
Chen Wanli threw a fireball with his backhand, and the firelight illuminated the dense bronze chains in the black water. At the end of each chain was a skeleton covered in jade armor.
When the two men landed on the remaining plank road, the Nine Cauldrons suddenly began to rotate clockwise.
A huge flood gushed out of the Yangzhou Ding, thousands of golden spears flew out of the Qingzhou Ding, and the Yuzhou Ding even transformed into the phantoms of a hundred thousand mountains.
"Is this the embodiment of the Nine Cauldrons of Saint Yu that suppress the mountains and rivers?!" Chen Wanli murmured, not knowing whether he was asking a rhetorical question or talking to himself.