Chapter 1148 Tragic Promotion

The moment the spear thrust out, nine pillars of fire shot up into the sky. The momentum was so powerful that it could not be underestimated.

Even Yan Lie and the other two did not dare to confront him head-on, so they had to reluctantly let go of Chu Jingzhe and quickly dodged.

Feng Qiuyan was bleeding from all seven orifices but she was still smiling seductively. She looked at Chu Jingzhe, who was seriously injured but still had a breath, and her smile became even more brilliant.

"Mr. Ye saved me when I was in danger. Today's promotion is my Red Beauty Sect's return gift!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his blood and energy dissipated, his aura rapidly weakened, and the bronze arrow representing the Hongyan Sect also dimmed and fell.

The aftermath of the collision between the Fire Phoenix and the Nirvana Fire had not yet dissipated when the dome of the martial arts arena suddenly burst into a dazzling golden light.

Thirty-two bronze arrows turned into streams of light that shot up into the sky, forming a huge "休" character in the void.

Feng Qiuyan's burning figure turned into star points and dissipated in the teleportation array as the Hongyan Sect's token shattered.

"such a pity……"

Yan Lie wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and the Chiyan Sect token on his waist emitted a white light of promotion.

The Beast King Sect disciple sneered, with unwillingness in his eyes.

Although the disciples of the Eight Gods Sect put their hands together and were surrounded by the aura of promotion, they still had no intention of stopping.

The three of them, as if they had a tacit understanding, still formed a triangle formation and surrounded Chu Jingzhe in the middle.

Their eyes were like those of wild beasts that devour people.

Yun Qingyao in the audience couldn't help but get nervous watching this scene.

Seeing her gloomy face, Ye Tianming couldn't help but ask in a low voice: "Qingwan, what's wrong?"

Feng Qiuyan sacrificed herself to ensure the smooth advancement of the Jinguan Palace.

Although it is a pity, what has happened has come to this point and there is nothing that can be undone.

So Ye Tianming really didn’t understand why Yun Qingyao’s expression was so solemn.

Yun Qingyao looked at the situation on the martial arts stage and said in a low and serious voice: "According to the rules set by Tianxian Academy, even if the competition is over, the many disciples in the formation can still compete when the formation has not completely dissipated."

"In other words, the beasts from the Red Flame Sect and other sects may not necessarily release Jingzhe!"

As if to confirm Yun Qingyao's guess, a wisp of black flame ignited on the stern fingertips.

He sneered and approached Chu Jingzhe, his voice cold and cruel.

"Chu Jingzhe, killing you now is not against the rules."

There was a hint of smile in his voice, and the black flames on his fingertips seemed to come from the underworld, emitting a faint blue glow. Three hundred and sixty fine spells emerged in the flames, looking weird and terrifying.

"This is the Soul Devouring Flame that can burn the soul. It will ensure that you can hold on until the last second before the formation dissipates..."

Although his voice was very soft, the formation did not block it at all and it was clearly heard by Ye Tianming and others.

Chu Jingzhe looked alert and took a step back.

The Guixu Realm disciples from the three major sects joined forces to attack him. Even if he took the elixir, he would not be able to cope with it.

But the more you fear something, the more likely it is to come.

Yan Lie raised a cruel smile and flew out first.

He waved his hands violently, and the soul-devouring flame instantly turned into countless tiny flames, sweeping towards Chu Jingzhe like a swarm of black bees.

Chu Jingzhe's eyes flashed, and he quickly circulated his spiritual power to condense a layer of spiritual power shield in front of him.

The black flames hit the shield, making a sizzling sound, and ripples appeared on the surface of the shield, and spiritual power was continuously consumed.

At the same time, a disciple from the Beast King Sect let out a sharp whistle, and his figure flashed like a ghost, appearing on Chu Jingzhe's left side.

The black tiger behind him suddenly bit towards Chu Jingzhe's waist.

Chu Jingzhe’s perception became stronger, and although he was a little embarrassed, he still dodged quickly.

The black tiger brushed past the corner of his clothes, bringing up a gust of fierce wind.

But just as he dodged the attack, a disciple of the Eight Gods Sect appeared on his right side. The Buddhist beads in their hands flashed with strange light and wrapped around Chu Jingzhe's limbs like black ropes.

Chu Jingzhe's heart tightened, his spiritual power circulated wildly in his body, and he kicked his legs hard, and suddenly he rushed towards Yan Lie like a black lightning.

Surrounded on three sides, he had no way to retreat.

Only by taking the initiative can there perhaps be a glimmer of hope.

Yan Lie obviously didn't expect Chu Jingzhe to actually take the initiative to attack. He was stunned for a moment before he reacted.

His expression became even more ferocious, "You think you can escape? Prepare to die!"

As he spoke, he formed seals with his hands, and the Soul-Devouring Flames condensed into a wall of fire in front of him.

Chu Jingzhe ran headfirst into the wall of fire without hesitation. His clothes were instantly ignited and his skin was burned by the flames, causing waves of severe pain.

The disciples of the Beast King Sect also reacted at this time, and the shadow of a black tiger flashed and roared over.

Chu Jingzhe was unable to cope with the situation and was stepped on hard on his back by the black tiger.

He only felt a black screen in front of his eyes, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his body fell forward involuntarily.

The disciples of the Eight Gods Sect took the opportunity to raise the Buddhist beads, which instantly turned into chains, wrapped around his legs, and then pulled hard.

Chu Jingzhe's body was completely out of control, and the spiritual power in his body seemed to be suppressed. He fell heavily to the ground.

A trace of resentment flashed in Yan Lie's eyes. He waved his hands and the Soul-Devouring Flame rushed towards Chu Jingzhe again.

He struggled to get up, but found that his body was tightly entangled by the Buddhist beads, like a fish waiting to be slaughtered.

Disciples from the Beast King Sect and the Eight Gods Sect also gathered around, all with cruel smiles on their faces.

"Brother Yanlie, let us be the first to teach people a lesson." The Beast King Sect disciple's voice overlapped with pride, and he suddenly opened his mouth.

With a roar, a long scarlet tongue covered with barbs emerged from his throat.

The long tongue lashed Chu Jingzhe's back like a steel whip, and the hooked tip of the tongue gouged out three vertebrae!

Chu Jingzhe let out a scream and his breath became much weaker.

"Good, good, why don't I do it?"

As he spoke, the monk from the Eight Gods Sect put his palms together, and the broken Buddhist beads turned into thousands of ox-hair-fine needles, each of which was accurately driven into Chu Jingzhe's acupuncture points.

It is the forbidden Buddhist technique "The Eternal Soul-Locking Nail".

Chu Jingzhe let out another beast-like growl from his throat, and the Jinglei Sword was broken into three pieces.

His right eye was burned to charcoal by the nether fire, and only white bones remained below the knee of his left leg, but he still supported himself with the hilt of the sword and refused to kneel down.

The blood mist gushing out from the 360 ​​major acupoints on the body actually looked somewhat tragic under the reflection of the promotion halo.

"The bones are hard."

Yan Lie suddenly raised his foot and crushed the fingers holding the sword, and the underworld fire penetrated into his meridians through the wound.

"I heard that your sister is very ill and needs a blood transfusion every three months? Don't worry, when you die, I will drain her blood and make it into a lantern, and hang it at the gate of your Jinguang Palace, so that she can accompany you..."

"brute……"

Chu Jingzhe's voice was low and hoarse, and his remaining eye was full of pain and resentment.

Even though he was tortured beyond recognition, he would never allow anyone to use his sister to threaten him!

Ye Tianming, who was sitting in the audience, looked at the scene in front of him, clenched his fists, and was filled with anger.

If the protective formation had not yet dissipated, he would have rushed up long ago!