When Zhan Wuji returns to the sect, a formal coronation ceremony can be held to make him the new leader.
While he was thinking about it, Patriarch "Fu Qiong" suddenly noticed that Si Hongqingfeng was running away in a hurry to a formation not far away.
The old Taoist no longer paid attention to the acting leader, and turned his attention away from him, focusing on the battle on the Xiantian Sect's side again.
The night is dark and everything is silent.
There was murderous aura in the surrounding air, and when the Peng bird flapped its wings, the cold air was overwhelming. Zhan Wuji reacted and became furious, and the murderous intent in his heart suddenly surged!
But just when he was about to take action, the scene in front of him suddenly changed.
The black night and the white clothes in the sky disappeared without a trace at this moment, leaving only a magnificent palace.
In the wide hall, there is a grand atmosphere. In the deepest part, on a luxurious throne, sits a woman wearing a red dress. She holds a folding fan in her hand, and the folding fan is covered with a thin gauze scarf. Her beautiful face was covered, and only a pair of bright eyes could be seen, looking down at her.
Zhan Wuji found himself standing on the steps, with a silk curtain behind him. The curtain was as soft as mist. There were several vague figures behind it, including men and women. They were all dressed in luxurious clothes. They were lowering their heads and serving them respectfully, as if they were afraid of following him. Enter the main hall.
But Zhan Wuji stepped up the stairs step by step.
He suddenly realized that the place he was at was the bottom of the lake in the Chongming Sect Valley, which was Si Hong Qingming's cave!
And behind this scene, standing impressively are the true disciples of the eight sects!
Zhan Wuji raised his head and looked at the woman in the red dress. She was graceful and charming. Who could it be if it wasn't Si Hong Qingming?
However, at this time, she did not have the calmness of a strong demon clan person. Instead, her face was pale and full of anger. The hand she raised had turned dark green! There was a powerful force all over his body, surging out, but he tried his best to expel all the toxins from his body, and he could not move at all.
The poison of Tianshang Tears is extremely overbearing. Even with his cultivation level, it is impossible to get rid of it in a short time. Moreover, all his strength is suppressed by this poison and is of no use at all.
Da, da, da... Zhan Wuji stepped closer, as if he wanted to recreate the scene from the past.
At the same time, the appearance of the woman in red robe also changed silently, like a gentle breeze, she instantly transformed into Himeji's appearance.
At this moment, Zhan Wuji arrived on the throne, stretched out his hand without hesitation, and grabbed the shoulder of the throne.
At this moment, he suddenly woke up, his five fingers clasped together instantly, turned into a sharp blade, and struck down hard!
Whoosh!
A blood-red sword light, like a thin line, suddenly struck out!
Ji Lu was immediately split into two, and the extremely sharp sword energy continued to exert its force. In the blink of an eye, the illusory world was split into two.
Zhan Wuji's clothes rustled, and he returned to reality in an instant. He saw birds flapping their wings and strong winds all around. Tanks rumbled loudly, runes flashed in the air, white cloaks flew in the air, and various attacks Coming roaring.
As his thoughts turned, the man in the replica body of [Yuanshi Qi Furnace] also opened his eyes, with a faint smile on his face.
The runes on his forehead were like breath. The cold air around Zhan Wuji melted away instantly like ice and snow meeting the sun. A feeling of sunshine and heat rose up from his body, like a stream of light, in the cold current. floating in the middle.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh...
A huge bloody sword quickly formed in the sky above him, exuding a power that could destroy the world.
With one strike of the knife, it was like a piece of earth collapsed, and the scene was extremely spectacular. Wherever the sword light passed, all means of attack were destroyed.
The vast darkness of night was swept away.
In the distance, Ji Lu is leaning on the railing on a chariot pulled by three zombies. She is wearing a snow-white gown, her face is like a crown jewel, and there is a creepy and gentle smile on her extremely charming face. She gently raises her arms. , raised his palms and said, "Good sword skills!"
After saying that, he stepped on the chariot, and in a flash, he came to Zhan Wuji.
Zhan Wuji didn't hesitate, and the Nine Soul Sword in his hand struck out instantly!
Whoosh!
The sword flashed, and the sky was filled with red. The surrounding scenery was like a rolling sea of blood, with ripples appearing in circles, and then changing rapidly.
What caught his eyes were the flowers, plants and trees that he was so familiar with, as well as the Biwu Courtyard that he had been told to stay away from since he was a child.
There are green trees and pavilions.
The bells in the house were getting louder, louder, and more urgent.
The closed door suddenly opened under Zhan Wuji's kick.
"My seat..." At this moment, a voice came from inside.
The door was pushed open, and the scene inside was unobstructed. A very familiar figure sat cross-legged, with a hood on his head and a black outfit, like a black lotus blooming in the dusk.
Zhan Wuji stepped forward quickly and released the [Qijue Suppressing Powder]. Amidst the dust flying in the sky, Li Lieyue fell softly, and the curtain on her body also fell down, revealing a delicate face. Her face, coupled with the long black dress on her body, made her skin look like snow and jade, making her extremely beautiful.
He stepped forward without hesitation and quickly approached.
Where have I heard this picture, this sentence, and this sentence before?
But why does this tone of voice sound weird?
Before the thought came to an end, Li Lieyue's appearance slowly changed into Ji Lu.
Before Zhan Wuji's extended hand could even touch her clothes, a sword appeared in her hand and she swung it!
laugh!
Ji Lu was cut in half again. The sword light raged in this monastery. His fingers popped out and tore this illusory world into pieces.
Everything around is back to normal.
But he saw that around him, there were more than a dozen Supreme Elders from the Xiantian Sect, surrounding Zhan Wuji, each of them holding a star with their feet in hand.
This area was now enveloped by an extremely strong chill, shrouded in haze, blocking both starlight and moonlight, making the area appear even darker.
The replica of the [Originally Accumulated Qi Cauldron] floating in the void began to make an overwhelming clicking sound, and cracks began to appear on the surface of the ancient and heavy giant cauldron.
Zhan Wuji immediately raised his hand and struck Ji Lu's head with the Nine Soul Sword.
There was a faint smile on the corner of Ji Lu's mouth. He raised his right hand slightly and clamped it on the sword's edge in a graceful and accurate gesture. The other three fingers were like orchids, looking particularly enchanting.
Zhan Wuji's sword, which contained powerful power, was blocked by force and could no longer move forward.
He frowned slightly, feeling something was wrong!
