At this time, in the iron rope, in addition to the pure power of thunder, there is also a kind of cold, dark, chaotic, cruel, decaying... and other powers, which are slowly spreading.
At the same time, a cold and fast voice came from Zhan Wuji's ears: "Quickly leave the scope of the nine major sects, people from the upper world are coming."
As soon as he finished speaking, his voice stopped abruptly.
The iron cables trembled in the air, making a "clattering" sound, like a surging river, rushing for nine days, seeming to collapse the whole world.
Zhan Wuji was shocked, it was the sound of sinking in a true fairyland!
Without any hesitation, his figure immediately flashed away and disappeared from this world in the blink of an eye.
"Fu Qiong" ignored Zhan Wuji's sudden escape, but stared at the iron rope in the void and frowned.
Just when he was still wondering why the fallen immortal's seal would automatically open and emerge from the mountain gate, a pair of extremely terrifying eyes suddenly appeared in the distance and shot towards him in an instant!
In an instant, the battle between good and evil that was still fighting came to an abrupt end.
Even a strong man like "Fu Qiong" changed his color!
The entire Chongming Sect was suddenly silent. The terrifying aura made everyone hold their breath, and a deep sense of fear and powerlessness surged out of their hearts.
The air seemed to have solidified, the wind stopped, the water stopped, and the grass stopped. The huge sect seemed to have turned into a lifeless scene in an instant, and no one dared to move.
In this moment of deathly silence, in the inheritance hall, under thousands of soul lamps, a huge picture scroll floated quietly on the dark sea. This picture scroll was so huge that it seemed to support the entire world.
In the picture, there is a splendid scene, a dense aura of spiritual energy. On top of a mountain peak made of countless spiritual stones, a hazy figure is slowly turning around, as if about to turn around.
The terrifying look from afar seemed to be noticed, and he immediately looked away.
The figure on the portrait of the ancestor also gradually fell silent, and then the entire inheritance hall began to slowly move into the air, and finally disappeared completely.
When those terrifying eyes left, "Fu Qiong" finally got a chance to breathe. He turned his head and glanced in the direction of the Evernight Desert. There was no fear in his eyes, but only a strong desire.
Immortal!
It won't be long before he can reach this point!
As soon as he thought of this, "Fu Qiong"'s cold voice suddenly resounded through the entire Chongming Sect: "The new head has ascended the throne, and the succession ceremony has come to an end."
"Farewell!"
After saying this, he waved his sleeves and summoned the ancestors of the eight sects to overcome the tribulation, together with their disciples and their subordinates. All the forces under their command were sold to the Chongming Sect in unknown ways!
In the blink of an eye, only some scattered food and some empty seats were left in the originally crowded and bustling sect.
The chaos just now did not cause any damage to the sect's buildings, disciples, and training resources. Only Zhan Wuji's tower was completely destroyed.
At this time, there were still a few small flowers scattered in the sky.
Among the leaves and flowers, cheerful birds were circling in the sky, looking around, helpless.
"Fu Qiong" turned his head, glanced at Si Hong, and said solemnly: "You must concentrate on your cultivation and don't embarrass me, the Supreme Elder!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he and the black throne escaped directly into the space.
The disciples, deacons, elders, and supreme elders of the Chongming Sect finally came to their senses. They were all breathing heavily, like fish that had been holding their breath for a long time and could finally breathe.
Everyone had a look of horror on their faces, completely confused as to what was going on.
He inherited the mantle of "Hengxie" and was the first to come to his senses and said loudly: "The ceremony has been completed. Everyone should return to their positions. No noise is allowed!"
You Zhang's tomb.
Giant Sang Cui Wei, pieces of black rose petals, flying in the air.
Red and white flowers bloomed like snowflakes on the snow, stained with blood.
The thick white mist is like a vast ocean, surging.
In the mist, a dry forest loomed.
"Crack!"
There was a clicking sound, and a gloomy smell of blood filled the air. Figures of people, like chopped branches, drifted in the forest for a long time.
As if they had noticed something, these figures slowly turned their heads. On their hazy faces, only a mess of hair was revealed, and a pair of scarlet eyes, hidden between the hair, full of resentment, and their cold gazes, as if blood had solidified. , staring at them.
His mouth seemed to have been torn open, and blood was dripping from his chin.
Under the tattered robe, there was a shriveled body, and the slightly thin robe made a hunting sound.
At this moment, a dark green claw poked out from his sleeve, emitting a cold light.
At this moment, circles of ripples appeared in the void, and a man wearing black clothes and carrying a long sword walked out of the void.
His face was calm and his eyes were as deep as a mountain.
It’s none other than Zhan Wuji!
All the monsters were captured by this majestic and unfathomable momentum. Without hesitation, they all fell to the ground, leaving only half-eaten corpses, trembling with fear. I didn't even dare to take a breath.
In an instant, this withered forest became extremely silent, and even the drop of Yin Qi completely disappeared.
Zhan Wuji remained calm.
After so long, he once again came to this place where he was cautious and walking on thin ice.
But this time, it was different.
Back then, he was just a monk in the stage of becoming a god. Facing these monsters, he was really in danger. As a result, he was cautious along the way, hiding whenever possible and not daring to reveal his whereabouts.
But now, everything has changed. When those ghosts saw him, they were all panicked. They either hid far away, or, like the ghosts in front of them, they lay on the ground and trembled.
Just like a living person, in this world of death, he is his master!
Zhan Wuji walked around in this dry forest until his breath disappeared completely. Behind him, the ghosts who gathered for food breathed a sigh of relief and dispersed quickly, even I didn't even bother to deal with the food in front of me.
Feeling the departure of many ghosts, Zhan Wuji focused his gaze and looked in the direction of the Evernight Desert.
People from above.
The true immortal will did not say the following words, but it did not dare to gamble!
The last time he had a sparring match with the people at Wushi Villa, Zong Shou had repeatedly used magical powers that violated the laws of heaven and earth.
Now, no matter whether the other party is coming for him or not, there is nothing wrong with hiding!
