Aiming for the Immortal Path

The moment the essence and blood fell to the ground, formation patterns appeared in the square on the top of the mountain.

An impressive formation emerged, exuding an astonishing aura, resisting the pressure brought by the Nascent Soul stage giant Sun Wenyuan in the air.

It's just that... this formation is far from comparable to the Inner Gate Mountain Guard Formation, let alone facing Sun Wenyuan who holds the formation-breaking magic weapon, the Formation-breaking Pestle.

Although the pressure was somewhat relieved, under the pressure of Sun Wenyuan's powerful power, at this moment, everyone's vitality was slowly passing away, and death was constantly devouring everyone's vitality.

Zhao Jingfeng took another step forward, with a cruel smile on his lips, and headed straight for Feng Fei's position halfway up the mountain.

In front of Feng Fei, the square-faced monk Fang Shu and the eye-shaped monk Shi Feng clenched their fists at the same time, trying their best to protect Feng Fei.

Previously, the mountain guarding formation of Huanxing Sect's outer gate was broken, and Feng Fei was able to escape from birth. It was the two of them who helped bring Feng Fei to the inner gate.

But the two people's true energy moved, and the energy and blood in their bodies surged instantly. A mouthful of blood spurted out, and they fell to the ground, already severely injured.

Compared to others, Feng Fei did not feel any pressure at all. But at this moment, her delicate face was full of panic, and the approaching figure in her sight made her heart tremble wildly.

Taking a deep breath, for just a moment, the panic in Feng Fei's eyes quickly dissipated, replaced by a look of determination.

"Master! I'm sorry, your great kindness... I can't repay you in this life. If there is an afterlife, I will still be your disciple!"

Thoughts flashed through his mind quickly, without any hesitation or hesitation. Feng Fei decisively raised the sword in his hand, and with the help of his true energy, he slashed at himself with the sword.

"Hmph! In front of this king, a mere foundation-building monk wants to commit suicide? It's simply ridiculous. Your value... has not been fully realized yet!"

Zhao Jingfeng was so fast that before he could fly to him, he saw Feng Fei's eyes at a glance. He raised his hand and waved, and a burst of energy surged out.

Under the impact of the true energy, Feng Fei was knocked down with one move before the sword in his hand fell.

Blood gushed out from the corner of his mouth, and the next second, Feng Fei suddenly felt that the true energy in his body was sealed by an inexplicable force, and he was lying on the ground unable to move at all.

She could only look at the figure that looked like a devil coming, and when she thought about the possible outcome, despair quietly took over her mind.

"Tsk tsk... Okay! Very good! This look really... makes me feel pity for you!"

"Don't blame me for being cruel. If you want to blame... blame your master for being ruthless!"

Zhao Jingfeng landed more than ten feet in front of Feng Fei and was approaching Feng Fei step by step.

Feng Fei's heartbeat accelerated violently, becoming more desperate and frightened. But she gritted her teeth and did not show the fear in her heart, but stared at the person in front of her.

In the firm eyes, there is only unyielding!

Such eyes were like sunshine, shining on Zhao Jingfeng's dark heart, filling him with irritation and anger.

"Don't worry, I will never treat you badly! Next, I will not only make you my cauldron, but I will also transform you into the most slutty bitch in the world."

"Then let your master take a good look at what will happen if you provoke this king!"

With his fists clenched, Zhao Jingfeng was smiling, but this smile looked particularly cruel.

He was frustrated several times in front of Su Twelve, and even lost his body and a golden elixir. Such a loss almost cut off his future path to immortality. Today, his character has changed drastically.

But just as Zhao Jingfeng approached Feng Fei again, the countless Huanxing Sect monks in the field were under increasing pressure, and more monks began to fall to the ground, their lives hanging by a thread.

Sudden changes occurred.

Above the dark clouds, ten thousand swords

Qi fell from the sky, like the setting sun passing through the darkness, and went straight to the people of the Zhao Dynasty present.

Among them, the most sword energy was directed at Zhao Jingfeng and Sun Wenyuan, a giant in the Nascent Soul stage.

Facing this sudden attack, Sun Wenyuan remained calm and did not move to resist. Such an offensive was not taken seriously by him at all.

However, the next second, Zhao Jingfeng, who was about to attack Feng Fei, reacted immediately.

"Huh? This move...is from Su Twelve! Is that bastard here?"

Staring at the sword energy in the air, Zhao Jingfeng no longer thought about rushing to take action against Feng Fei, but his expression quickly became ferocious.

Even though the Three Shocking Swordsmanship had been adjusted by Su Twelve, the unique aura contained in it still made Zhao Jingfeng feel extremely familiar.

Not only Zhao Jingfeng, but also Zhao Mingyuan, Sun Wenzhu and others on the deck of the luxurious flying boat trembled suddenly.

"How is it possible? Could it be... that the means of the Demonic Shadow Palace were broken? Did they try to get out? Damn it! I should have known long ago that the guys in the Demonic Shadow Palace are not reliable at all."

Zhao Mingyuan was first surprised and then delighted. His sharp gaze quickly fell on Sun Wenyuan, "Wenyuan, you can leave the others alone and capture this person first."

"Don't worry, he can't escape!"

Sun Wenyuan slowly raised his head, his eyes flickering through the clouds, as if he had clearly seen the situation in the distance.

The hand behind his back was raised slightly, invisible strength surged, and the sword energy that broke through the clouds in the air stopped, and then disappeared invisible.

With a gentle flick of the palm, all the sword energy collapsed.

Immediately afterwards, Sun Wenyuan grabbed the sky in the distance.

The next second, a very thin and ordinary-looking figure wearing green clothes came through the clouds and the sky.

The visitor was transformed into a giant hand by Sun Wenyuan with powerful real energy, and was held tightly

He was imprisoned, his figure hovering in the air, with a look of pain on his face, and he kept struggling, unable to move at all.

"Teacher...Master!"

"Senior Brother Wang?"

"Wang Su?"

Halfway up the mountain, a whimpering voice sounded from Feng Fei.

In front of her, Fang Shu and Shi Feng, as well as everyone in the execution hall headed by Ouyang Yi on the top of the mountain, cast their eyes into the air, looking at the figure that suddenly appeared but was restrained.

Everyone's expressions of despair did not change at all, just a little more regretful.

Coming here at a time like this, what's the difference between it and dying?

"Haha! It's really you, Su Twelve!!! It's so hard to find a place without even trying, it took no effort at all!"

"I can't believe that you could escape from the Tianyan Secret Realm alive! It's a pity that you finally escaped and just didn't want to leave, but you still dare to risk coming here?"

"Should I say that you are naive...or should I say that you don't know how to live or die?"

Confirming that it was really Su Twelve, Zhao Mingyuan laughed wildly and stared at the figure in the air, his eyes becoming extremely hot at this moment.

He would never forget the news revealed by Demon Shadow Palace Zonglu that Su Twelve had a rare treasure in his hands.

"Hmph! The Zhao Dynasty has caused trouble to all sides, so what if you gain power today? Those who commit unjust acts will be punished by themselves. If you act like this, you will be punished by God in the future!"

Su Twelve was unable to move in the air. Although he was restrained, his eyes flashed with anger as he stared at Zhao Mingyuan fiercely.

"Everyone who commits unjust acts will surely die. Unfortunately...you can't see the future outcome of the Zhao Dynasty."

Zhao Mingyuan said with a sneer, his eyes scanning Su Twelve, but he was not in a hurry to take action against Su Twelve.