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On the high platform of the Heavenly Devil Mountain, a man in a black robe is sitting on it, holding his breath.
In the sky, the sun and the moon run side by side, and the warm sunshine and the cold moonlight are spraying on the earth at the same time. The man took a deep breath, and his hands were facing the sky. The two rays of light instantly gathered together, and shot at him at the same time, blending into his palms, and the entire sky dimmed suddenly.
Suddenly, there were gusts of wind and screams, like howling thousands of evil spirits.
The man’s long flowing hair flew in the wind, revealing an evil face.
As the two rays of light in the sky were sucked into the body, the brilliance of the sun and the moon gradually dimmed, but the man’s aura became stronger and stronger, and black gas began to emerge from his body.
Feeling the biting cold wind across his cheeks, the thick black air has enveloped him, and the man breathed out a wicked smile.
Boom!
Suddenly, there was a loud noise, and the four peaks around the Tianmo Peak suddenly exploded, and the Tianmo Peak kept trembling. The man who was absorbing the essence of the sun and moon suddenly opened his eyes and looked into the distance.
At this moment, the sound of breaking through the air, seven streams of light came and fell in front of him. When the light dissipated, seven figures exuding powerful aura were revealed.
The brows trembled unconsciously, the man looked at the seven people in front of him, and said gloomily: “Aren’t you seven who have always looked down on our magic cultivators, what are you doing here today?”
“Hmph, Demon Sovereign Zhuo Yifan, don’t you know the purpose of our coming here?” An old man with white beard stroked his beard and looked at him with a sullen expression.
Without noticing a movement, Zhuo Yifan cautiously tentatively said: “Old Sword Emperor, I don’t understand what you mean.”
“Hmph, don’t pretend to be confused, and those who are acquainted will hand in the Jiuyou Secret Record.” A Taoist aunt took a step forward and shouted arrogantly.
Hearing this, Zhuo Yifan was shocked.
He only found the cave house of the legendary Nine You Devil Emperor a month ago. After nine deaths, he finally got the Nine Yous Secret Record that records his life-long learning. In such a short period of time, how did these seven people get the news?
Thinking of this, he seemed to think of something suddenly, and his face gradually became gloomy.
“Zhao Cheng, come out for me.” Zhuo Yifan shouted loudly.
The voice fell, and a chuckle suddenly sounded in the hollow forest. Immediately afterwards, a handsome young man dressed in white walked out from behind the seven, looked at Zhuo Yifan and gave a slight salute, and smiled: “Hehehe…Master, are you looking for me?”
Staring at this hypocritical face with a gloomy face, Zhuo Yifan said indifferently: “I got the Jiuyou Secret Record, did you leak it to them?”
“Yes!” Zhao Cheng nodded and smiled.
“Then you untied the mountain guard that I laid?”
“Yes!” Zhao Cheng nodded again.
“Why, I’m not thin to you.” Zhuo Yifan clenched his fists tightly, and the killing intent in his eyes became more and more intense.
Although he is a cultivator of the magic path, he is not a person who kills indiscriminately. He is just rash. Otherwise, it would have been eliminated by those defenders a long time ago. Especially for this Zhao Cheng, he was originally an orphan, Zhuo Yifan only accepted him as a disciple when he saw that he had good aptitude. Unexpectedly, he was betrayed today.
Feeling the murderous aura on Zhuo Yifan’s body getting stronger and stronger, although Zhao Cheng’s face was still calm, he unconsciously moved back two steps and came to the seven.
“Master, you treat me like a mountain, and Zhao Cheng naturally understands. But you shouldn’t dominate the seat of the eight emperors, let me live in your shadow forever, let alone get the secret record of the Nine Nethers, Practicing alone, guard me like a thief, without even looking at me.”
Hearing this, Zhuo Yifan couldn’t help but feel a pain in his heart.
Where did Zhao Cheng know that Zhuo Yifan did this because he was afraid that his cultivation level would not be enough, so he would get mad when he rushed to understand the Jiuyou Secret Record, so he had to pass it on before passing it on to him.
Unexpectedly, just a month, but it exposed his wolf ambition.
“Hahaha… well, well said. Zhao Cheng, you are really a good apprentice of Lao Tzu!”
Zhuo Yifan looked up to the sky and laughed, and the anger in his heart has risen to the extreme: “In this case, as a teacher, let you taste the taste of Jiuyou Secret Record.”
“Zhuo Yifan, with the seven of us here, it is not your turn to be so presumptuous.” The white-bearded old man stepped forward and stopped in front of Zhao Cheng, shouting loudly.
“Hmph, Lao Tzu is recognized as the head of the eight emperors in the sanctuary. Even if you go together with the seven emperors, Lao Tzu will not take it seriously.”
As soon as the voice fell, Zhuo Yifan slapped Zhao Cheng with a palm.
In an instant, a black claw appeared in the sky, grabbing it with one claw.
The pupils of his eyes shrank slightly, Zhao Cheng was already frightened, and he backed away hurriedly.
The old man with white beard slammed his sword against the powerful pressure of the black claws. In an instant, a white sword light shot straight into the sky, instantly cutting the black claws into nothingness.
“Hmph, Jiuyou Secret Record, but so.” The white-bearded old man stood with his sword in the wind, disdain in his eyes.
Seeing this scene, Zhuo Yifan smiled evilly, and his palms came out: “Old Sword Emperor, don’t be too arrogant.”
Boom!
After a loud noise, like thousands of thunders, thousands of black palm prints suddenly appeared in the clouds, and they all pressed towards the seven. The size of each palm print is more than twice the size of the previous black claw, and its power has made everyone’s eyes appear horrified.
“How is it possible? Has he already broken through to the holy step?” Seeing that the entire sky was covered by the black mark, the Sword Emperor couldn’t help taking a breath.
When the rest of the people saw it, they all trembled.
Holy rank masters are simply not an existence that can be dealt with by the cooperation of the Seven Emperors.
Zhao Cheng is even more ashamed, regretting already in his heart. Who would have thought that Zhuo Yifan, who had only practiced the Jiuyou Secret Record for more than a month, was already so strong.
“Huh, **** traitor, this is your fate.” Zhuo Yifan sneered at Zhao Cheng who was panicked.
Huh!
Suddenly, a white light fell from above the clouds, passed through layers of black marks, and instantly came to Zhuo Yifan. He hasn’t realized what’s going on yet, and this light has penetrated his body.
Puff!
A mouthful of scarlet blood spurted out, and the thousands of black marks in the sky suddenly turned into gurgling black air and disappeared. Zhuo Yifan raised his pale cheeks and looked up at the sky, only to see a middle-aged man standing there with a holy glow behind him.
“Holy One!” Zhuo Yifan gritted his teeth unwillingly and muttered, already guessing the intention of the visitor in his heart.
“Devil Emperor Zhuo Yifan, this sage will take back the devil’s relics on behalf of the sanctuary. As long as you hand it over, this sage will save you from death.” Looking down at everyone below, the middle-aged man seemed to have nothing in his eyes. Things. If it hadn’t been for Zhuo Yifan to have the Jiuyou Secret Record, he probably wouldn’t even bother to look at him.
This is the strongest saint in the sanctuary, even if it is a powerful person like a master of the emperor rank, it looks like an ant in their eyes.
With a miserable smile, Zhuo Yifan took out a jade slip glowing with sunlight from his arms.
As soon as I saw this jade slip, everyone’s eyes released a strange brilliance, even the saint.
Sweeping contemptuously at everyone present, Zhuo Yifan sneered and said: “What defender, what saint, is not a treacherous villain who is conscious of wealth? Even if I ruin this Jiuyou Secret Record today, No one will get it.”
As soon as the voice fell, Zhuo Yifan’s whole body suddenly rose with a terrifying breath.
“Well, he is going to blew himself up.”
The Sword Emperor’s eyes shrank, and he flew out hurriedly, and the rest of the people hurriedly followed. Only the saint, with the divine light of panic and anger in his eyes, rushed towards Zhuo Yifan: “Stop it.”
With a triumphant smile on his face, Zhuo Yifan squeezed the jade slip into pieces when the saint came in front of him. Seeing the way the saint gritted his teeth, Zhuo Yifan let out a hearty laugh.
Boom!
With laughter, Zhuo Yifan exploded. The strong impact razed the entire Heavenly Demon Peak to the ground.
When the gunpowder dissipated, only the saint walked out of the dust with an angry face, and his clothes were only cracked.
“The saint is the saint. In such a strong self-detonation, he can still be safe and sound.” The Sword Emperor came to the saint and praised deeply.
With a cold snort, the saint ignored him and turned to leave.
At this moment, Zhao Cheng hurriedly stepped forward to stop him and said: “The saint stays behind, the Demon Emperor Zhuo Yifan has a lot of tricks. If he robs others, only he knows the contents of the Jiuyou Secret Record in the world. Find me and wait for revenge.”
“Hmph, he blew himself up with his soul, what would he take?” He brushed his sleeves, and the saint disappeared in front of everyone in an instant.
When he heard what he said, everyone was finally relieved.
With the presence of the saint, the emperor-level master wanted to let the soul escape by blew, but it was impossible to do it, but it was a pity that the ancient devil emperor passed down the secret record of the Nine Nethers.
Looking back at the ruins of the Heavenly Devil Peak, everyone has mixed feelings, fortunate, regretful, and even more regretful…