Chapter 816 Xiao Muzi’s trump card, the power of the blood demon, and another plan

At the moment when the fog completely disappeared, around Shen Miaoyin, a virtual statue of a heritage stone statue flowing with vast energy was looming, emerging in the air, covering her whole body.

"Hmph! In front of me, how dare you give up the fight and choose to accept the power of inheritance before the battle? You are simply asking for death!!!"

Ning Yuanqi's pupils shrank and he saw through Shen Miaoyin's situation at a glance, knowing that he was receiving the power of inheritance. Immediately, the demonic energy regenerated and transformed into three demonic swords surrounded by huge demonic energy, and they took the opportunity to attack Shen Miaoyin.

"One stick of incense...Okay, I will bear the time of burning the incense for you!"

Xiao Muzi murmured softly, seeming to have some realization as he spoke, with two determined glances flashing in his eyes.

"From now on, within a stick of incense! The place where Pindao is located is a thousand feet wide, and there will be no two sects left!"

The moment he finished speaking, before anyone else could react, Xiao Muzi closed his eyes, his body trembling violently, a violent aura raging around him, and his whole person no longer had the slightest trace of immortality.

You can move as his sword points.

"Qiang!"

With a crisp sound, a bright bloody light dyed the sky of Shili Gallery red.

Thousands of bloody sword lights surged and emerged among the blood clouds in the sky. The breath of terror suffocated all the monks present.

In just an instant, the blood sword transformed into twelve dragon-shaped beasts that looked like dragons but not dragons, and looked like dragons but not dragons.

The sword was like a long dragon. The moment it rushed out of the blood cloud, it quickly rushed towards the two monks present.

Feng Heyu and Ning Yuanqi, who was about to attack Shen Miaoyin, were the first to bear the brunt, each facing a long dragon with sword energy.

But with just one glance, their expressions changed instantly.

"Brother Qi, this...is this the legend..."

"That's right! No wonder this man's sword is so weird and astonishing. It actually contains the power of the Blood Demon, which is as famous as the legendary Heavenly Demon. Retreat first, this move is not suitable for a head-on attack!"

Feng Heyu and Ning Yuan's voices sounded together, and almost instantly, the two figures retreated hundreds of feet away.

Feeling the terrifying and penetrating aura, and hearing the voices of the two men, Zhao Mingyuan and Zong Lu, who were about to deliver the final blow to Zen Master Shanfa, reacted even more quickly.

The figure flashed and disappeared from the place at the same time, heading straight towards Ning Yuanqi and Ning Yuanqi.

Before he could rush forward, Zong Lu hurriedly spoke to Ning Yuanqi: "Senior Ning, if Shen Miaoyin is allowed to absorb the power of inheritance, I'm afraid it will be even more difficult to deal with them again!"

Ning Yuanqi looked calm, his eyes flashed, and he immediately formulated a new strategy.

"Don't worry, this person's abilities are limited, and he's not a real blood demon. As long as the four of us join forces, they won't be able to hold on to a stick of incense!"

"But now the blood demon's power is first appearing, which is when it is most powerful. After half a stick of incense, just attack at the same time."

Zong Lu and Zhao Mingyuan nodded immediately, then looked at each other, each with their own thoughts in their eyes.

Blood Demon! This is news that the two of them have never heard!

Immediately afterwards, his eyes quickly turned to the disciples who were participating in the battle.

Wherever the twelve sword qi transformed into long dragons, countless sword qi spread out, directly defeating the monks from the Great Zhao Dynasty and the Demonic Shadow Palace.

Some monks who lacked strong defense means and were slow to react were left with eye-catching sword marks under the impact of the sword energy and were blown away on the spot. Before he hit the ground, a large mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth. It was obvious that he was seriously injured.

Those who react quickly will quickly activate their defense protection before the sword energy arrives, protecting themselves and retreating quickly.

In the blink of an eye, the monks from the two sects retreated thousands of feet away.

Looking at the twelve sword-qi dragons soaring in the sky, for a moment, no one dared to step forward to snatch their sharp edges.

In the canyon, everyone secretly breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the two monks retreating.

At the moment of safety, everyone in Jinchan Temple quickly rushed to the location of Zen Master Shanfa.

At this time, Zen Master Shanfa was seriously injured and his breath was extremely weak. However, the spontaneous combustion of golden elixir is an act of death. But when his golden elixir burned out, it was already a miracle that he could save his life even though he had lost all his cultivation.

But without his cultivation and being seriously injured, Zen Master Shanfa may become not only a mortal, but even a cripple worse than a mortal in the future.

Everyone in the Wuji Sect looked anxiously at Kongxiao Muzi, their eyes filled with worry.

Seeing Zhao Jingfeng and the others quickly retreating, and seeing the gold-type puppet come back after escaping from the trap, Su Twelve also breathed a sigh of relief. He was sure of dealing with Zhao Jingfeng, but the strength of Duanmu Liuying and Sun Wenzhu should not be underestimated.

Fortunately, Xiao Muzi's move was strong enough, and he was more willing to help rescue the enemy. Twelve long sword energy dragons, two of them flew over. The terrifying aura forced the three of them to retreat.

Taking a deep breath, Su Twelve quickly calmed down and looked up at Shen Miaoyin.

"Is this Senior Sister Shen's trump card? She... actually has a way to accept the inherited power of a stone statue in such a short period of time?"

"I have never noticed it before. I thought that she was surrounded by fog all year round because she did not want people to see her true appearance. But judging from the situation at this moment, it seems that the fog has another effect? ​​Being inside and outside the fog, Senior Sister Shen's body There seems to be a slight difference in the smell!”

Looking at the virtual image of the inheritance stone statue floating on the surface of Shen Miaoyin's body, and feeling the majestic power emanating from it, he couldn't help but feel even more shocked at what Shen Miaoyin could do.

He had known that the opponent must have a trump card, but he thought that he must use the Yun Ge Sect's trump cards, Qi Men and Dun Jia. This move was unexpected.

"What a great Xiao Muzi. He truly deserves to be the number one sword cultivator in the Wuji Sect. He can actually defeat so many strong men of the Golden Core Stage from two sects by himself."

Master Tianhong's voice sounded, and the other two survivors of the Huanxing Sect

Jin Dan came together and stood next to Su Twelve.

While speaking, Master Tianhong was also seizing the time to suppress the injuries in his body.

Next to him, a surviving Jindan strongman from the Punishment Hall sighed: "Alas! If fellow Taoist Xiaomuzi had used this trick earlier, maybe we would have had a chance to escape from the two sect monks. Now..."

As he spoke, he looked depressed and worried about his situation.

"The price of this move by fellow Taoist Xiao Muzi must be staggering. Moreover, the emphasis is on defense rather than attack, and the maximum area covered is a thousand feet. When it comes to protecting everyone from safety, I'm afraid we have to look at Junior Sister Shen. Junior Sister Shen is in the late stage of Jindan, and is capable of defeating Ning. Once a powerful demon cultivator like Yuan Qi receives the inheritance, his strength will be immeasurable!"

"Su Twelve, if I am right as I expected, you two must have another plan, right?"

Halfway through his words, Master Tianhong's eyes suddenly fell on Su Twelve.

During the previous battle between the two sides, he had keenly noticed that Su Twelve, whether he made a move or talked to him afterwards, was all about delaying time.

If it wasn't for his calculations, Su Twelve would have either made a decision long ago or tried to run away.

"Senior Tianhong, you'll know just by looking at it! However, the monks of the two sects will not give up here. We still have to be careful and vigilant!"

Su Twelve frowned again, and his attention turned to Ning Yuanqi and the others.

While observing the situation, he calmly and quickly threw formation flags around him.

Shen Miaoyin's situation was clearly visible to everyone present.

How could the Great Zhao Dynasty and the Demonic Shadow Palace just let it go?

The monks from Jinchan Temple and Wuji Sect stabilized their minds, and soon became worried.

At this time, everyone could not care less about feeling sad for their dead companions. The crisis has not been resolved, and now is probably the moment of peace before death.