Chapter 290 Robbery

"Oh my god, what happened?"

Wen Zhenyuan was startled, with a trace of fear in his eyes. He looked to the other side of the stone forest. Even though he was so far away, he still felt his scalp numb.

Mo Xiu, Ouyang Yinghong, and the scar-faced man also looked surprised. In addition to the four of them, there were four other monks who surrounded and killed the Tang family father and son.

That vision caused them to raise their heads one by one and look at the other end of the stone forest. The fire there shot up into the sky and dyed half of the sky red in an instant. Then it continued to change, and the flame gradually evolved into a vast white. A piece of it exudes a heart-stopping aura.

"What kind of fire is that?"

Mo Xiu gritted his teeth, and the flame gradually turned into pure white, like a pillar of fire rising into the sky. Its light contained a frightening atmosphere.

"wrong!"

The scar-faced man was shocked.

"Isn't that direction the direction where Tang Tianxing escaped?"

"Aren't the two Zhu brothers hiding in that place?"

The monks who surrounded the Tang family's father and son were also shocked, and they all felt a sense of ominousness. Several other casual cultivators also looked at each other with strong uneasiness in their expressions.

There were quite a lot of casual cultivators who surrounded Tang and his son this time. The two brothers from the Zhu family were the two masters responsible for ambushing the outside, and their strength was not weak...

"Why did this situation happen? Could it be that something happened to the two brothers of the Zhu family?"

Wen Zhenyuan was very excited.

"White...flame?"

Ouyang Yinghong's eyebrows twitched, as if she had thought of something, and she frowned.

"You are dead!"

Tang Haihong looked indifferent. When he saw the fire, he didn't feel happy.

"What do you mean?"

Mo Xiu asked quickly.

"Tang Haihong, please speak clearly!"

Tang Haihong didn't answer, he just sneered secretly. Tang Tianxing was still his son. In order to escape this time, he sacrificed the disciples of the Dayan Sect. He also lost a son. Naturally, this revenge will be counted among these scattered people. Cultivation.

"You are about to die, what else is there to say..."

He stopped talking and tried his best to maintain the ever-changing "Tianhua Baoguang Qi", turning it into an eggshell-like light shield to protect his whole body. No matter how hard these monks attacked, they couldn't break it. Open this defense.

"Things have changed!"

An unprecedented sense of crisis arose in Mo Xiu's heart, and he roared: "Take action, attack a little, break Tang Haihong's defense, we must kill him."

He knew that the two sides had become enemies this time, and if he didn't kill Tang Haihong here this time, he would probably have endless troubles in the future.

"good!"

Ouyang Yinghong responded, and then circled the sword light into a bright, shining sword circle, encircling Tang Haihong and the heavenly treasure light aura into it. Her sword skill was called "Sitting in a Cocoon to Bind Oneself" , specializes in blocking opponents, and can wrap them up in an airtight package, making it impossible to escape.

"Die!"

Mo Xiu and Wen Zhenyuan jointly improved their Taoist power and injected their magic power into the golden mirror. This was a strange mirror that the two of them obtained by chance.

The treasure mirror can emit an evil-destroying golden light, which can subdue demons and restrain evil objects. However, this mirror requires two people to work together to be effective. In order to kill Tang Haihong, the two people merged their souls and magic powers into one. The golden light mirror bloomed with evil-breaking golden light, and with a bang, it shot out a beam of light several feet long, hitting Tang Haihong. A large hole was immediately blasted through the Tianhua Baoguang Qi, and countless fragments scattered like raindrops.

puff!

Even though Tang Haihong had been practicing hard in the "Tianhua Baoguang Qi" for many years, he still couldn't withstand the serial attacks of eight casual cultivators. The condensed Baoguang was immediately blasted through, and his joints were ringing all over his body. The whole body also flew several feet away and landed heavily in the soil.

"cough……"

Tang Haihong vomited blood and tried to struggle to get up.

"Tang, I'm here to take you on your way!"

The scar-faced man screamed in excitement, and held out a magic weapon in the air. It was a golden demon-conquering pestle, which should be a magic weapon left behind by Buddhism in the past. After it was released, the sky was filled with blazing light, exuding heavy power. , crashing down from the sky.

Buzz!

The Demon-Conquering Pestle is engraved with countless crooked Sanskrit characters, shining in the sky like a comet hitting the ground.

Tang Haihong now has no means of protection. If he is forced to this point, he will no longer be able to survive!

boom!

Suddenly, a white light came from a distance, and everyone's scalps went numb again. The thing was clearly a pure white flame, dragging a long flame tail, flying down from the air.

"Chongyang Palace! This is the three-yang tribulation power of Chongyang Palace!!!"

Wen Zhenyuan let out a scream.

"Run!"

He was reminding everyone, but unfortunately it was still a step too late.

The white flame turned into a human form and flew directly down from the air. But before it came, the terrifying high temperature followed it. This was a terrifying temperature. Its surface was constantly squirming, and its head and torso were vaguely visible. , outlines of limbs.

hiss!

The air heated up violently, and the human-shaped flame radiated endless light and heat. When it fell, it enveloped everything on the ground in a terrifying flame, including the rocks in the stone tower, the land, and everyone present. Several monks melted at this moment, losing their rich colors, leaving behind powdery white ash that lacked color and looked like wreckage.

The scar-faced man was almost the first to be hit. He was the first monk to be robbed. He turned his head with horror on his face, but his movement stopped on the spot. His eyes suddenly widened, as if struck by thunder, and he remained motionless. His body was twisted like a metal craft. Transform, melt.

After the Demon-Conquering Pestle flying in mid-air was shrouded in the white light, the shimmering golden color was captured. With a click, this Demon-Conquering Pestle of extraordinary origin also turned into fly ash in the air.

At the same time, the other monks all stood up and took up the escape light to escape from this catastrophe. Two of them, just a moment slower than others, were swept by the light, and their entire bodies were dyed pale, like It was deprived of all vitality, and like dry firewood, it burned into charcoal in the blink of an eye. In the light of the fire, the remains were also scattered into a ball of ashes.

Mo Xiu and Wen Zhenyuan were the quickest to see the opportunity and the quickest to escape. Together they used the golden light mirror to turn into a bolt of lightning.

At the moment of escaping, Mo Xiu turned around and saw the scarred man being melted by the fire.

"White Yang Tribulation!!!"

"The White Sun Tribulation in Chongyang Palace!"

The moment Mo Xiu saw this scene, he finally remembered that this Taoist technique that could take away all luster and turn all things pale was clearly the legendary White Sun Tribulation Power of Chongyang Palace!

"Impossible! Why do people from Chongyang Palace come here?"

Mo Xiu couldn't imagine this situation at all. In his opinion, his group was just besieging the Tang family father and son of the Dayan Sect. No matter how he thought about it, it was impossible to provoke the great monks from Chongyang Palace.

Buzz!

The flaming human figure emitting blazing white light waved his hands, and several rays of fire flew out. They were white flame balls that flew into the air.

Obviously, this humanoid has no intention of giving up and is still going after these casual cultivators.

The casual cultivators had already fled away like arrows, but those pale fireballs were also extremely powerful. They were flying in the air like meteors, trembling slightly and making a low hum at the same time.

"what?"

One of the monks was caught up. He did not feel the high temperature, but as soon as the fireball approached, the blood in his body began to boil.

Ah ah ah ah ah!

The monk screamed, and the blood all over his body burst and was sucked away by the white "fireball". In the blink of an eye, a large living person turned into a human skin.

On the other side, Ouyang Yinghong and another monk were also targeted. The two flew with the sword light for a while, and were sucked by the flying fireball.

"Damn it! What the hell is this?!"

Ouyang Yinghong cursed, but she felt that she could not escape. The white "fireball" emitted a magnetic force, and the blood and essence in her body was uncontrollable. It boiled together and violently agitated, as if it was about to burst out of her body. .

"This thing can suck human blood!"

The other monk let out a mournful cry, and was too late to control his sword. The essence and blood all over his body exploded, and after being sucked dry by the white fireball, he turned into a piece of floating human skin.

"Spare my life, ah, ah, ah, ah!"

Ouyang Yinghong couldn't suppress the boiling blood in her body. There was a pop, like a deflated rubber ball. The blood was absorbed by the fireball. A piece of human skin jumped down, but the red flower blood-killing sword fell from the air. Down, suddenly turned a corner in the air, and with a "swish", turned into a sword light and flew into the distance.

This is the life-saving secret method of Dazunbao. When he is about to die, he can put his remaining soul on the flying sword and survive for a while.

Mo Xiu and Wen Zhenyuan turned into a stream of golden light and flew ten miles away in the blink of an eye. They were the fastest escapers, but this did not mean that they could escape the pursuit of the white fireball.

With a bang, the fireball collided. Mo Xiu and Wen Zhenyuan tried to use the golden light mirror to deflect it, but found that the fireball was very flexible and not afraid of the evil-breaking golden light.

"This thing is a living creature and can also suck blood. Why is the Taoism of Chongyang Palace so weird?"

Wen Zhenyuan was shocked and angry. He accidentally lost sight of it, and the white fireball broke through the protection of the golden light mirror and hit him. Half of the energy and blood in his body was sucked away.

"ah!"

In the golden flames, Wen Zhenyuan screamed and burst into flames.

"Brother Wen!"

Mo Xiu shouted, and the golden light mirror in his hand suddenly shook. A golden light blasted out, exploding Wen Zhenyuan's body. The mirror released a ball of suction force, attracting Wen Zhenyuan's soul.

"Walk!"

He speeded up, and all the remaining mana exploded. A burst of blood spurted out, and his body suddenly twisted and dived into the void. This was some kind of blood escape technique that consumed essence and blood. With the help of this blood escape technique, Mo Xiu He and Wen Zhenyuan also escaped.

The human figure in the flames also noticed this scene. Among this group of unlucky casual cultivators, only Mo Xiu escaped completely. Wen Zhenyuan obviously only had a soul left, and Ouyang Yinghong was so miserable that only a ball of remains was left. Soul, with the help of a flying sword of good quality, escaped with his life.

This change was extremely fast. In a flash of lightning, the entire situation suddenly reversed. In an instant, most of the casual cultivators who had been so proud just now died.

"Those two little monks are a little weird... That mirror and that kind of escape technique seem to have been seen somewhere before..."

The flame figure muttered to himself.

"As for the little character in the Great Lord's Castle, huh, even if she escapes with a trace of her soul, she may not be able to survive... The sword-refining skills of the Great Lord's Castle have great disadvantages, unless she is very lucky and can meet a qualified person. Only a sword master with an excellent mind and an extremely stupid mind has the chance to seize his body and be reborn, otherwise it will be in vain!"

It waved its right hand lightly, and the flying white fireballs also flew back one after another, surrounding its right hand again. They gradually changed their shape, like a white jade bracelet wrapped around the wrist, slowly rotating around the right wrist of the flaming human figure. If you look closely, you will find that these jade bracelets have a very thin line of blood, like a line of fire. .

"Disciple Tang Haihong, welcome the arrival of Taoist disciple!"

Tang Haihong folded his hands to form a strange seal, and his fingers were intertwined like a ball of flame.

His face was red and extremely excited, but he was not attacked by the flaming humanoid. This was also in his calculation. The elixir fire talisman in the copper gourd matched the "blood" of his son Tang Tianxing. Not surprisingly, Can help transform evil objects into immortality;

If he is lucky, he can be helped to become a Taoist disciple... Of course, this chance is extremely low, and if Tang Tianxing becomes a Taoist disciple, he will also lose his old memories and be instilled with new memories, which is equivalent to being brainwashed. Again.

However, both the former and the latter are enough to help you get out of trouble.

"You... are Tang Haihong, wait a minute, I have some impression of this name..."

The flaming figure slowly closed the distance from him from the air. It tilted its head slightly, as if mumbling to itself.

"This voice...why isn't it the voice of my son Tang Tianxing?"

Tang Haihong was a little confused.

Although Daozi will lose his past memories, he still uses his original form as a carrier, and the voice of this flaming humanoid is obviously not like Tang Tianxing, or even a man's voice, but more like a woman's voice.

He raised his head and looked up. In the flames, the figure became clearer and clearer. Its outline quickly became sharper, and the flames on the surface melted like ice cubes. A face as cold as ice appeared in his sight. !

"Wait, who are you?"

Before Tang Haihong finished speaking, a white palm fell from the sky and pressed on his Tianling Cap.

"you……"

Tang Haihong's pupils suddenly expanded, and the fire suddenly surged. His whole body was covered by a ball of fire, and he didn't even make a scream. It burned like a big torch.

With a firm squeeze of the white and slender palm, the burned torch suddenly turned into sparks all over the sky, and was blown by the wind and dissipated in the air.

Tang Haihong's soul was also burned into a shadow and turned into a "flaming evil ghost", appearing behind this figure.

"Tang Haihong... the Dayan sect, it turns out, is the descendant of that one. This should also be the layout of the Chongyang Palace..."

The flame humanoid had now transformed into a woman. She was wearing palace clothes, with a hot aura lingering around her body, and even her figure was a little blurry.

The strangest thing is that behind her, several figures loom from time to time. Those figures include Tang Haihong, a scar-faced man, and several loose cultivators of the Sun brothers. They are clearly the people he killed just now.

"The third level of the Abyss Realm, and it is at this time, so the second robbery weapon is about to be born!"

The woman in palace clothes counted her fingers and sneered: "Emperor You is a good calculator, but if Dayou gets the Five Tribulations Divine Weapon, it will not be a good thing for the 'future'..."

Suddenly, she raised her head and looked in another direction.

"What's going on? Besides me, why is there another person on the third level of the Earth Abyss Realm who has completed the Three Yang Tribulations?"

"That's not right. Chongyang Palace should not have sent anyone here at this time. Is this wrong with the information I know?"

"Yes, I'm afraid this is an omission, but, should I..."

She couldn't help but feel suspicious, and her brows furrowed tightly.

"Should we ask for the second robbery weapon, or should we deal with the monk who practices Three Yang Tribulation."

The woman in palace clothes is thinking about what to do next?

"Forget it, the second robbery is still very important. It involves the birth of the real dragon, but we can't delay it. Other small things will not affect the overall situation..."

She made up her mind, and in a flash, she turned into a faint white line and shuttled through the stone forest, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

…

In the deep pool of the black mud swamp, He Ping's entire body also shrank into a ball. No, it should be said that his physical body merged with the power of the red sun and turned into a red-gold light cocoon that burned spontaneously in the deep water.

Surrounding this light cocoon, there are wisps of gossamer Xuanming evil spirit, which is sucked into the light cocoon bit by bit. Outside the light cocoon, there are also some cracks on the surface, revealing a dark light, and there is even more of a... Unfathomable energy.