Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

But as soon as Yuanying made a move, he was caught in the hands of a monk.

"Let me go. Everything in the storage ring belongs to you."

The Nascent Soul was held in the monk's hand, and the beast cultivator finally showed a look of fear in his eyes, and there was even a hint of pleading in his eyes.

But the monk was unmoved. He smiled coldly, and in the face of the beast cultivator's desperate expression, used the weapon in his hand to smash the beast cultivator's Nascent Soul to pieces.

"If I kill you, the storage ring will still be mine."

The monk sneered and picked up the storage ring from the ground, with a cold smile in his eyes.

Seeing that the beast cultivator's storage ring had been obtained by someone else, the middle-aged monk had a sinister look in his eyes. He stared at the monk with a sinister expression and said, "Hand over that storage ring!"

When the other party heard this, he just smiled coldly: "The thing is in my hand. If you have the ability, come and get it."

The middle-aged monk was furious, roared, and attacked the opponent.

"Kill these people and take back the relic!"

The others also launched an attack. Whoever has the relic must die.

The scene was very chaotic and cruel.

A melee is about to break out!

Soon, except for the three major sects, almost all the casual cultivators became red-eyed. In their eyes, there was only killing.

Of course, not all casual cultivators joined the melee. Zhang Yifeng, who was mixed in the crowd, did not follow the others, because he could feel that apart from the three major sects, even among the casual cultivators, There are also many people who have surpassed him in cultivation, and they are not something he can handle now.

And the most important thing is, in his opinion, even if he gets the relics from those casual cultivators, the people from the three major sects will never let him leave, and may even bring disaster to his life.

Therefore, he did not take action, but watched all this from the sidelines.

The monks who had obtained the Blood Bodhi before also began to fall in the melee, but not many people noticed their fall, because at this moment everyone's attention was on snatching the relics.

On the contrary, no one cares about the storage rings of these fallen monks, which is an advantage for Zhang Yifeng.

At this moment, the San Xiu whom Zhang Yifeng had been paying attention to also died in the melee. Zhang Yifeng quietly picked up the San Xiu's storage ring, with a smile on his lips, and finally obtained the elixir Blood Bodhi.

After picking up the storage ring, Zhang Yifeng left the melee area again.

The battle continues!

As time went by, more and more people died, but not only did the monks not stop, but they started fighting more fiercely as if their eyes were red with blood.

Screams, wails, and curses are endless!

There were corpses everywhere on the ground, and the blood had already stained the ground red. Under the golden light, it looked like a hell on earth.

Finally, the sound of killing gradually subsided, and most of the monks died in the battle. Among the casual cultivators who were still alive at this moment, except for the more than ten monks who did not participate in the battle, only eight monks were left. The relic is in the hands of these eight people.

In other words, hundreds of close to a thousand people have entered the nine-story pagoda, but at this moment, there are actually less than thirty people alive!

Even Xiong Da, who had had a conflict with Zhang Yifeng in Wuyun Town before, died tragically in the battle just now.

This is the world of cultivators. If you want treasures, you have to fight for them with your life.

At this time, the battle was over, and the eight monks who finally captured the relic quickly walked towards the exit without any hesitation.

They want to leave here as soon as possible.

But, how could it be possible?

The disciples of the three major sects who had not moved for a long time immediately blocked their way.

"What, are you planning to leave just like that?"

Master Yimei walked up to the eight monks and asked with a smile on his face.

Seeing Master Yimei, the expressions of the eight monks changed. One of the monks who was lightly injured took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "We want to leave here, so please help Master Yimei."

When Master Yimei heard this, the smile on his face became even wider. He said lightly: "If you want to leave, of course you can, but before leaving, leave the relics behind."

After hearing Master Yimei's words, the monk's expression changed and he said in a deep voice: "We bought the relics with our lives. Master Yimei, you let us keep the relics. What's the difference between that and taking our lives?" "

After the monk finished speaking, the other seven people also stared at Master Yimei with angry faces. If it weren't for the huge difference in strength between the two sides, they would have taken action at this moment.

Master Yimei's smile instantly faded, and he said coldly: "It is better to lose the relic than to lose your life. I will give you three breaths to think about it. If you don't leave the relic, even if I am easy to talk to, Crazy Sword Long Shisan of the Sect and Master Miaoshui of the Purifying Water Sect are not as easy to talk to as me."

After hearing Master Yimei's words, everyone looked a little ugly. At this moment, they finally reacted and deeply understood how stupid their previous behavior was!

No matter which one of them gets the relics, they will end up making wedding clothes for the three major sects, but they are still a little unwilling to let them hand over the relics.

"Go, rush out!"

The monk gritted his teeth, a flash of madness flashed across his expression, and he used all his spiritual energy to run towards the exit.

Several other people saw this and were about to take action, but at this moment, a white light flashed in front of them, and a large knife flew towards the monk who was about to run to the exit at an alarming speed.

"ah!"

The long knife was very fast, and almost instantly, it penetrated into the monk's back, drawing a pool of blood.

The monk screamed and fell softly to the ground less than one meter away from the exit. His eyes gradually lost their sparkle.

The physical body was destroyed, and Yuanying appeared. Without any hesitation, he was about to run away. At this moment, several beams of light suddenly lit up around him, restricting Yuanying's movements.

The next moment, Nascent Soul let out a piercing scream.

"This is...the Infant Refining Formation!"

Looking at this formation, a look of shock appeared in Zhang Yifeng's eyes.

He had seen in Tianjizi that the Infant Refining Formation was a seven-level formation, but it was an evil formation.

The Infant Refining Formation, as the name suggests, is a formation used to refine the Nascent Soul. This formation refines the monk's Nascent Soul into pure spiritual liquid for the person setting up the formation to absorb. formation.

He did not expect that as an elder of the Zhengdao Sect's God Fu Sect, Master Yimei would actually know this formation!

This formation was exactly what Yi Mei had arranged.

Trapped in the infant refining formation, the monk's Nascent Soul let out a shrill scream. Amid the horrified expressions on everyone's faces, his Nascent Soul continued to shrink, and in the end, it disappeared directly and turned into a mass of milky white. Spiritual liquid.