At the same time, in the main hall.
After a brutal fight, the three great weapons all found their homes.
The bloody cloak is firmly occupied by the Blood Soul Palace, and no one dares to covet it. Wu Qingtian stood alone and defeated many opponents, thus winning the Qiankun Ding.
The last guqin was obtained by a group of practitioners wearing black robes and filled with demonic aura.
However, after Xueyang refined the bloody cloak, he was obviously not satisfied. He looked at Wu Qingtian and the practitioners of the demonic way with evil evil light, as if which one was easier to figure out.
For a moment, the entire hall fell silent.
The three parties were in a stalemate with each other, and no one dared to move.
"Xueyang, since you have obtained the Blood Flame Cloak, I advise you to retreat and not push yourself too far."
"After all, this is not your Blood Soul Palace's territory."
The leader of the Demonic Way was the first to break the silence, his voice full of warning.
"What if I refuse to retreat?"
Xueyang snorted coldly, and his whole body was filled with blood.
"If this is the case, then I, the Seven Demons Sect, would not mind joining forces with all the experts to test the strength of your Blood Soul Palace."
The man from the Demon Sect had no expression on his face and said in a cold voice.
"Mu Tian, do you think I, Xueyang, am scared?"
Bloody light surged in Xueyang's eyes, and then he waved his hand, and the cultivators from the Blood Soul Palace rushed out and surrounded the Seven Demons Sect.
"Xueyang, what do you mean?"
Mutian's face changed slightly and he subconsciously took a step back.
"Didn't you say that you want to test the strength of our Blood Soul Palace?"
Xueyang walked step by step. Every step he took would leave a clear bloody footprint on the ground. He said, "In that case, I will let you know the majesty of our Blood Soul Palace."
"kill!"
Xue Yang's eyes sparkled with blood, and a cold voice came out of his mouth.
"kill!"
The cultivators of the Blood Soul Palace moved accordingly, and the billowing blood energy was like a wave, attacking Mu Tian and the others.
Several members of the Seven Demons Sect were also impressive, with demonic aura billowing from their bodies, entangled with the cultivators of the Blood Soul Palace.
However, the Seven Demons Sect has a small number of people, and there is an unfathomable Blood Yang standing next to them. Their defeat is only a matter of time.
Mutian was obviously aware of this problem and shouted quickly: "Comrades, please take action. Let's work together to kill these evil cultivators in the Blood Soul Palace. Once this is done, I, the Seven Demons Sect, will be grateful."
The crowd's eyes flickered, but no one took action.
Everyone present is extremely smart.
Who would risk their lives for the Blood Soul Palace just because of the Seven Demons Sect’s casual words?
Besides, the Seven Demon Sect is not a good thing either.
"Hahaha, Mutian."
"It seems that the influence of your Seven Demon Sect is not enough."
Xueyang had a sneer on his face and was extremely arrogant.
"Everyone, if you are willing to take action."
"After the matter is completed, I, Mutian, am willing to give the Nine Nether Demonic Qin to you."
"And the Blood Flame Cloak, I don't want it anymore from the Seven Demons Sect."
Seeing the masters of the Seven Demon Sect being forced back by the Blood Soul Palace.
Mutian gritted his teeth and suddenly shouted.
"Is this true?"
In the crowd, some people began to waver in an instant.
There is no way, the temptation of a Taoist weapon is too great.
"I, Mu Tian, swear to God that if I tell lies, I will be haunted by the seven demons and I will not have a good death."
Mutian bit his finger, squeezed out a drop of blood, and made an oath to heaven and earth.
"What a Mu Tian, you don't want the Nine Nether Demonic Piano, but you dare to get your hands on my blood flame cloak."
"In that case, then go to hell."
Xue Yang's eyes flashed fiercely, and he raised his hand to wave out a wave of blood.
"Please take action."
Mutian roared angrily, the demonic energy billowing all over his body, condensing into a powerful demon god, and smashed the fire wave into pieces with one punch.
But before he could take a breath, Xueyang rolled up his cloak.
The demon god's whole body was suddenly ignited with blazing blood flames, he let out an earth-shattering cry, and then disappeared into ashes.
"ah!"
Mutian screamed and spurted out a mouthful of blood, his face turned extremely pale.
"die!"
Xueyang once again waved his blood flame cloak and swept towards Mutian.
"No!"
Mutian roared unwillingly, and three extremely powerful demon gods appeared behind him again.
But the next moment, a flash of blood flashed.
Mutian and the three demon gods behind him instantly ignited a raging fire, howling and turning into ashes.
"Senior Brother Mu!"
"hateful."
Seeing Mutian being killed instantly with one blow, the cultivators of the Seven Demons Sect let out a mournful cry.
The cultivators who were watching the battle were so frightened that they broke into a cold sweat.
The blood flame cloak is so terrifying.
With just one blow, Mutian, who was on the sixth level of True God, was instantly killed.
"This blood flame cloak is at least a middle-grade Taoist weapon."
"Coupled with the fact that this magical weapon matches the attributes of the Blood Soul Palace's techniques, its power is even more terrifying."
Yu Qingfeng looked at the arrogant Xue Yang, and her heart trembled slightly.
"Shen Chenfeng killed Xue Wu, and the Blood Soul Palace will definitely not let it go."
"When Shen Chenfeng comes out, we will leave here as soon as possible."
Zhou Fuguang let out a breath and said the secret method.
At this time, several masters of the Seven Demon Sect had been slaughtered by the Blood Soul Palace.
The Nine Nether Demonic Piano naturally fell into Xueyang's hands.
But he was still not satisfied. He looked at Wu Qingtian with a pair of scarlet eyes and said: "Hand over your Qiankun Ding. For the sake of the God King of Beasts, I will spare your life today."
"Since you know that I am a disciple of the God King of Beasts, you still dare to attack me?"
Wu Qingtian said with a cold expression and no fear.
"joke."
"The God King of Ten Thousand Beasts has a cloud of disciples."
"I don't know how many trash like you there are. Even if they are killed, they won't care."
Xue Yang took one step forward, and the blood Yang in his body surged, reflecting the entire hall in red, and said: "Hand over the Qiankun Ding, and I will spare your life."
"Even if I'm a waste, I'm still better than you."
Wu Qingtian clenched his fists, and a violent aura erupted from his whole body, like a wild beast, and said: "I would like to see why you, a mere sixth-level god, asked me to hand over the Qiankun Cauldron."
"good."
"Let me see today what kind of arrogance the disciples of the God King are capable of."
Xueyang smiled ferociously, blood flames surged all over his body, and he was about to take action.
at this time.
The painting in front of Shen Chenfeng suddenly flashed with light and revealed an astonishing Taoist charm. The pattern on the painting has also changed from a lonely valley to a vast and boundless country thousands of miles away.
"This is……"
Seeing this sudden change, Yu Qingfeng and Zhou Fuguang were a little caught off guard.
But the cultivators around him became completely crazy.
"A Map of Thousands of Miles of Rivers and Mountains!"
"This is the treasure of the Apocalypse Walker. It contains the universe and can change the flow of time."
"The Ten Thousand Transformations Treasure Cauldron must be hidden in this painting."
"Take him."
Countless cultivators, with scarlet eyes, rushed towards the Ten Thousand Miles of Mountains and Rivers.
Even Xueyang didn't care about fighting with Wu Qingtian, and flew towards this side with a cloak of blood flames.
