The blazing sun shines high in the Qinglong Secret Realm, and the sky is clear and there is not a single dark cloud.
The breeze blows through the white clouds, which is a rare good weather in the world.
But the sky is beautiful, but the sound of killing is loud on the ground.
One of the four light beams in the distance is missing, and three light beams, two large and one small, are still shining directly into the sky.
On the battlefield near Yiran, a steady stream of martial artists rushed into the battlefield, and were subsequently blown up to pieces by magic.
The first seven people to obtain the treasure had already been beaten to death. Every time they picked up the treasure, dozens of magic spells would hit that person.
The bombing lasted for two full incense sticks, and the land where the treasure was located was blown up layer by layer. In the end, no martial artist dared to fight for the treasure.
But just as the magic over there stopped, battle fluctuations and screams began to appear in the distance.
Apparently those martial arts cultivators began to attack and kill the magicians after realizing that there was no hope of directly seizing the treasure.
In the midst of the chaos, martial arts cultivators went to seize the treasure. The unprotected magician was actually the easiest target to kill.
It is easy for them to kill, and it seems even easier to be killed.
Just when their mental power is still locked on the treasure, and they are always ready to release magic, a martial artist whose cultivation level is slightly higher than theirs can easily wipe their necks.
The screams one after another, accompanied by the occasional roar of magic, lasted for half a stick of incense before gradually stopping.
The surrounding area fell into an eerie silence.
In Yiran's perception, after all the attacks, bloodshed, and assassinations, there were only three remaining forces within a few hundred feet.
The largest force has eight people, and the leader is the Eight Star Fire Magician. It can be said that the number of people he killed alone is comparable to some team forces.
There are only five people in the remaining two forces, and the leader is a martial artist. Yi Ran estimates that he has the cultivation level of an eight-star martial artist.
Each of the three forces had several wounded, and the only ones who could maintain perfect combat power were the three who had reached the fourth level of high star leadership.
He has reached the peak level of cultivation that allows him to enter this secret realm.
They walked out of the forest at the same time and walked in the direction of the treasure, leaving absolutely no room in their steps.
Seize the treasure or die!
The ground was already stained red with blood and minced meat, and every step they took was stepping on the corpses of many people.
There are a total of eighteen people from the three forces, and everyone's face shows abnormal pleasure. It seems that the feeling of killing makes them full of pleasure.
Eighteen people came to the center of the battlefield, each one hundred feet away from the treasure, and faced each other.
The Eight-Star Great Magician was the first to speak, and his hoarse and fierce voice was transmitted far away by his magic power.
"Give me the things and spare one of you, otherwise you will all die."
The magic power surges in his body, ready to take action at any time, and the seven people behind him are ready to fight at the same time.
"What kind of fool are you? You want us to give you the treasure? You dare to say such arrogant things before your hair has even grown."
"Hehe, this uncle wants to dominate us just because of his age. I don't know who gave you the confidence. Is it because you are twice as fat as an ordinary magician?"
"Hahahaha," the young martial artist said with a smile that made him unable to straighten up. His smile was extremely exaggerated.
Without any more words, the three parties immediately started fighting. The two smaller parties simultaneously attacked the force led by the magician.
The aura of destruction brought about by internal energy and magic once again swept nearly a hundred feet around, and even tended to spread.
The position of Yi Ran and Mo Xiangyi was only 300 feet, which was already in danger.
Eighteen people were fighting together, and they were already injured, but the injuries became more serious within a short time.
Those who were originally uninjured gradually appeared injured. In the final fight for the treasure, everyone was using their last strength.
Mo Xiangyi clenched her fists, her body was shaking, and her cheeks were unnaturally red. It seemed that the battlefield over there aroused her great desire to fight.
However, she seemed to understand her own lack of strength and restrained her desire to fight.
Yiran's eyes were fixed on the battlefield, but he actually raised his perception to the extreme, observing every move of the eighteen people.
A hundred feet in radius seems to be a huge space, but it is not enough for eighteen people to move around.
The strength of these two eight-star great martial artists is approaching that of the Lord of Shou'an City.
In the Principality of Wind and Fire, he could be regarded as the lord of a border town, but here he was fighting to the death for an unknown treasure.
What's more, the two martial arts cultivators are still very young, around thirty years old at most. They will definitely have great potential in the future, but they may not be able to survive today.
And even if they win this battle, so what, how many more battles can they last?
If you end up alone in the fight, the treasure you get will be nothing more than making wedding clothes for others.
While Yiran was thinking, the battle situation changed a lot.
The power of the great magician's fire magic was astonishing. Not only did he block magical attacks on people, he was also able to attack the opponent's martial arts while distracted.
Under the control of the battlefield with strong mental power, it was inseparable from the other two forces.
As leaders among their peers, it was natural for the two young men to deal with this situation.
With the cooperation of the magician behind him, he simultaneously attacked the leader of the magician.
When the two successfully restrained him, a chaotic battle broke out.
Within a radius of a hundred feet, wind blades continued to swirl, fire rain continued to fall, and lightning flashed as the ground collapsed.
The martial arts cultivators are constantly tumbling among the magic, waiting for opportunities. While creating pressure on the other side, the magicians also create conditions for their own people to attack.
But in the chaos of war, who can guarantee their own safety?
After the first martial artist was smashed to pieces by the rain of fire, people continued to die one after another.
A magician was shot through the chest and pinned to the ground.
Some martial arts cultivators were suddenly attacked by wind blades and were cut into pieces by five horses.
Some were swallowed up and buried by the sudden collapse of the ground.
Some were struck by lightning and turned into coke.
When killed by martial arts cultivators, the appearance of death was mostly the same, that is, they were stabbed through the vital parts with weapons, or their heads were cut off.
But those who died at the hands of magicians had different signs of death. There were all kinds of deaths but no complete corpse.
In just half the time it took to burn incense, five of the eighteen people present died and five were seriously injured.
The eight-man force led by the magician lost three people to death and seriously injured two people under the siege, and was already in danger.
Seeing that he had no hope of seizing the treasure, he gritted his teeth and actually considered destroying the treasure.
The fourth-level fire magic hellfire spewed out from the ground. The red flames were mixed with black, carrying a strong aura of death.
The black flame was terrifying to the extreme. The moment it appeared, it burned a large pit on the ground, and then burned the bone-like treasure out of thin air.
However, I don't know what that thing was. Under the burning of the black flames, there was no sign of damage at all, and even the light beam was not affected at all.
The wind magician, who had already exhausted his magic power, gritted his teeth and once again used a wind slash to strike at the treasure, hoping to knock it away from the burning range of hellfire.
The moment Feng Zhan came into contact with the hellfire, countless wind elements were burned and dispersed by the flames.
The size of Feng Zhan continues to shrink and may disperse at any time.
However, this wind slash seemed to have inherited the will of its master, and it persisted, and finally struck the treasure.
At this moment, the wind slash has shrunk several times, and its power is not even as powerful as the ordinary wind blade.
But the treasure condensed with the beam of light unexpectedly flew up under the impact of the wind slash, which almost lost most of its power.
No one would have thought that this thing could be so light and not afraid of being burned by hellfire.
The thirteen people who were still fighting, as well as Yiran and Mo Xiangyi, were all staring at the hit treasure.
I saw it shooting rapidly into the distance, flying hundreds of feet in the blink of an eye.
The dozen or so people in the fighting group were stunned for a moment, and they did not realize that the treasure without fear of flames could be so light.
But looking at the treasure flying far away, more than ten people walked in the direction of the treasure.
Yi Ran and Mo Xiangyi were also stunned for a moment, glanced quickly, and immediately ran back, no longer caring about hiding their figures, and secretly said in their hearts: "It's over."
After the treasure was struck by the wind, it flew directly in the direction of Yiran and the others.
The collision of internal energy magic continued to hit the treasure, pushing it away again and again, just like playing football, and it came towards Yiran and the others.
This left Yi Ran and Mo Xiangyi no longer able to hide.
Yiran sensed and observed the battlefield all the time. He instantly realized something was wrong and was about to turn around and leave.
Mo Xiangyi stopped at this moment, eyes fixed on the treasure that was about to fall in front of him.
Yi Ran reached out to pull Mo Xiangyi away, but was held back by Mo Xiangyi instead.
In Yiran's dull eyes, Mo Xiangyi stretched out his right hand and caught the fallen treasure.
While turning back and smiling at Yiran, Sayazi started running. Golden gauze clothes instantly appeared on his body, and his speed was comparable to that of a peak martial artist.
Yiran was dragged by Mo Xiangyi again, like a kite floating in the air, the clothes on her body were making a sound, and the expression on her face was intriguing.
When Mo Xiangyi caught the so-called treasure and pulled himself up to run away, his senses had already begun to spy on the things in Mo Xiangyi's hands.
It is certain that it is a piece of bone. The reason why the light beam reaches the sky is because the energy of the bone is too huge.
The only possibility is that it belongs to the legendary Azure Dragon King, the peak king-level monster.
Legend has it that his flesh and bones were divided up by strong men, but for some unknown reason there are still broken bones left in the secret realm, and for some unknown reason there are beams of light rising up from the bones.
The three forces, who were fighting hard to separate each other, stopped fighting immediately when they saw that your treasure, which had killed several brothers for a long time, was robbed by a guy who came out of nowhere.
After stopping, he saw three light beams in the distance merged into two, and then he finally reacted.
Even if they finally grab the treasure, will the team with only a few people left be able to hold it, let alone continue to grab the rest.
There are only a few people in these three forces, and they have been fighting for so long and they are inseparable. Those combined light beams can only be the teams with treasures united together!
The three leaders were already injured, and not two of their brothers could still fight.
The three parties, who were fighting to the death just a moment ago, sat down together and began to discuss how to cooperate in the future and how to rob and divide the treasure.
Mo Xiangyi found that those people were not chasing her, so she slowed down slightly and headed towards the depths of the secret realm, where the Qinglong Jade was sensing.
Yiran tried to calm down and think about a series of things that happened. It seemed that he could no longer hide his strength in this secret realm with a strange atmosphere everywhere.
It is undoubtedly a foolish dream to hide one's figure with the guidance of a light beam.
There are already three or four forces in the perception, and no less than twenty people are hanging far behind.
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