Fantasy: My Nine-Life Fate With The Empress

Ten days later...

At the bottom of a cliff, Wang Feng quietly crouched close to a monk lying in the grass, and then he also lay down.

"Brother, how is the battle going? Are you confident?"

Wang Feng pushed the monk with his elbow and asked in a familiar tone.

His eyes were looking at a group of people not far away who were fighting fiercely over a plant belonging to Wang Yaoqingzhu Lingcao.

"Haha, when they both lose, I will reap the harvest..."

But after he finished speaking, he realized something was wrong. He quickly turned around and struck out with a silver needle flying towards Wang Feng's throat.

Whoosh!

The silver needle covered with spiritual power flew past, and a soft sound sounded. Now Wang Feng was no longer polite, and turned his left hand into a knife to block.

Poof! Suddenly, the sound of the silver needle hitting the metal was heard, and then it fell straight to the ground.

The monk's pupils shrank and he wanted to use the Earth Escape Technique to escape, but as soon as he made a move, he felt the world start to spin.

The last size 42 shoe sole with black and white spiritual power fell on his head that rolled to the ground. With a snap, the screen turned to black.

boom! !

Just when Wang Feng was touching his storage bag and other things, there was an explosion on the battlefield in the distance.

The rocks on the cliff were bombarded, triggering a chain reaction in which rocks began to fall from the entire cliff.

Finally, a stone door full of runes was revealed, which was very majestic.

The battlefield was already extremely chaotic, and now this scene suddenly appeared.

Before the monks could react, a few drops of blood splashed onto the stone door full of runes.

A red light suddenly appeared and shot straight into the sky, as if telling countless people that there was an opportunity here.

But the fact is that countless swinging blood threads stretched out from the stone gate and penetrated hard into the backs of the heads of the monks who were still confused.

Some of them reacted quickly and ran away, but they moved quickly, and Bloodshot's movements were even faster.

In just one breath, the Heyuan Realm monks in the distance were all sucked by blood and turned into dry human trunks.

There was even a person at the first level of Yuan Yuan Realm who was vulnerable to that blood-threaded creature.

All the life and breath in the whole body was completely withdrawn, even the royal medicine was no exception.

There is a blood thread connected to the rhizome of the royal medicine, and all the life is sucked out.

And the stone door full of runes was replenished with energy, and the dark stone door gradually showed a faint blood color.

Now the people who were hiding in the dark like Wang Feng couldn't bear it anymore, got up and flew towards the cliff.

Whoosh!

An extremely subtle wind sound sounded. Wang Feng looked up and saw a tiny blood streak on the back of the monk's head.

Hiss~

What kind of ox-horse stone gate is this?

Wang Feng couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. Looking at the stone door that turned a little red again, he didn't intend to run away and just lay there.

It seems that when it turns blood red, it is turned on, and now it is absorbing energy.

Wang Feng raised his head and looked up at the sky. Several beams of light shot straight into the sky, and they were of various colors.

Yes, these are all treasures accidentally opened by monks, attracting countless people to fight for them.

The blood-colored light beam on Wang Feng's side was slightly larger than the other light beams, making it appear a little more conspicuous by comparison.

In just a short while, a hundred monks arrived, but none of them belonged to the Nine Holy Lands and the Three Great Sects.

But Wang Feng knew that the idea of ​​the Nine Holy Lands and the Three Great Sects was to gather their disciples first to minimize casualties.

By the time they had gathered their disciples, they would have conquered the entire secret realm, and they were more powerful in numbers.

Some casual cultivators who are familiar with the news about the secret realm obviously also know this information. This is a tacit understanding between the holy places and the casual cultivators.

The Holy Land can give casual cultivators some time to search for treasures.

But the price is that he may die suddenly at any time, and the possibility of taking away a big opportunity is less than 10%.

So this is also the reason why the Holy Lands are so generous. Whether they can take away the opportunity depends on the luck of the casual cultivators.

But even so, the group of casual cultivators still cherish this little time.

As soon as they saw this bloody light beam, which was a bit taller than the other light beams, many people came to Wang Feng to die.

However, the blood streaks of this Shimen seem to be only around the third level of the Yuan realm.

Some monks with high levels of cultivation in the Po Yuan Realm were still able to resist and finally escaped unscathed.

Then, like Wang Feng, he became the sixth child and lay down in the dark to let others die.

Click, click, click! !

At this time, the extremely blood-red stone door located on the cliff finally sucked enough blood and slowly opened.

And this also brought Wang Feng back from his thoughts.

At this moment, another unsuspecting person flew down from the sky and ran in extremely fast, fearing that the opportunity would be snatched away by others.

Seeing the scene of someone getting in safely, the monk hiding in the dark could no longer sit still.

Each one of them was like a runaway mad dog, swishing, swishing, swishing! Just rush inside!

Wang Feng is naturally no exception, whoosh! With a click, he rushed into the open blood-red stone door like a big black mouse.

...

Not far away from the huge red light pillar.

Jiang Hanxi held the cold sword in his hand. With a flick of his luck, the blood on the cold sword was shaken clean.

In an instant, the cold sword suddenly changed back to its original appearance, and the ice-blue sword body exuded a trembling cold air.

Looking around her, seven men with cuts in their throats were lying on the ground. Their eyes were dim and they were obviously dead.

Next to it is a giant lion frozen into an ice sculpture.

Jiang Hanxi ignored the corpse on the ground, wore white phoenix embroidered shoes to avoid it, and walked away slowly.

boom!

As Jiang Hanxi walked away, there was an explosion and the ice sculptured lion exploded.

It turned into an ice mist that spread around, gradually freezing the seven corpses into ice cubes, and finally melted into the soil.

Jiang Hanxi raised her eyes to look at the light beams in the sky, and finally chose the red light beam closest to her and flew away.

As for the Ice Palace disciples, they are naturally led by the Saint.

This was also a pain for Leng Ningyue's clever mind. She really didn't know where to go at all and was running around with her disciples.

Within ten days, the disciples from the Nine Holy Lands and the Three Great Sects had almost gathered, ready to work together to find opportunities.

However, during the gathering, Ice Palace lost two disciples, Jian Zong lost one disciple, and Xianting lost one disciple.

This kind of thing depends on luck, and the saints and saints who lead the three giant sects are also helpless.

"Brother Pardon, where is my master?"

Xiao Hao asked curiously, Shetian's mouth twitched, and he replied lightly: "Your master said that he wanted to become a casual cultivator and go out on his own."

The Holy Son recalled Wang Feng's original words, and now that Xiao Hao asked, he simply said it.

Chu Yan'er was carried on Xiao Hao's back. Looking at his confused expression, she knocked on his head and explained:

"Your senior master has to find his own opportunity, so don't worry."

"Oh oh oh."

Only then did Xiao Hao realize that he thought his master had withdrawn from the sect.

"What a fool!"

As Chu Yan'er finished speaking, Xiao Hao carried her a little further away from the crowd.

Then he whispered a few words into her ear, and Chu Yan'er's face gradually became flushed.

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