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Chapter 1515 Depressed Jiuyou

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    The light emanating from the Phoenix Nest is getting dimmer and dimmer.

    In the sea of ????fire, the medium-level pure annihilation divine fire has dissipated, and the temperature of the flame is rapidly dropping. It is precisely because of this that Zhang Ruochen jumped into the sea of ????fire and was not burned to death.

    "Chichi."

    Zhang Ruochen turned into a streak of blood and rushed out of the sea of ??fire. The blood armor of the Hundred Saints on his body was burned into a golden red, extremely hot and emitting sparks.  He looked back and saw that the huge phoenix nest was burning fiercely under the incineration of the Divine Fire of Purification. The fire was soaring into the sky, gorgeous and beautiful.

    The huge fireball looked like a phoenix in its rebirth.

    "With the Phoenix Nest reduced to ashes, the glorious era of the Ice and Fire Phoenix has completely become a thing of the past. The Ancestral Spirit Realm, a big world that once gave birth to hundreds of millions of creatures and endless civilizations, is afraid that it will completely disappear into the universe and become  A passage on the pages of history.¡±

    "The gods are all dead. The great sages are all reduced to ashes. Who else in this world has left intact bones?"

    ¡°On this land, there used to be so many heroic figures who could sing and cry, how many loves and hates, how many talents and beautiesbut now there is only desolation and ruin.¡±

    Zhang Ruochen was filled with emotions and felt a little depressed. He couldn't help but want to ask, "When will this world full of killing and destruction end?"

    No one can give him the answer, not even God.

    Zhang Ruochen looked far into the distance and saw the ninety-nine holy mountains surrounding the Phoenix Nest. The sky was dark and the earth was dark. The sounds of fighting continued, and strong waves of holy power spread throughout the world.

    "When I entered the Phoenix Nest, the battle between the Shatuo Seven Realms and the Rakshasa Clan should have already broken out." Zhang Ruochen took a deep breath, put away the dull emotions in his heart, and tightened his grip on the Shen Yuan Ancient Sword again.

    Zhang Ruochen hates killing, but if he doesn't pick up the sword in his hand to kill, he will only be killed.

    The holy energy in his body circulated violently, and immediately, Zhang Ruochen spread a pair of dragon wings on his back, flew out of the sea of ??fire, released his spiritual power, and contacted the magic sound.

    Demonic Sound hid near the sea of ??fire. Because he carried twelve Buddhist beads, which could cover his aura, he was not discovered by anyone.

    "Meet the master."

    Moyin took out twelve Buddhist beads and returned them to Zhang Ruochen.

    Zhang Ruochen put the twelve Buddhist beads on his wrist again. Seeing that the merit book wall was still there, he breathed a sigh of relief and asked: "Princess Rakshasa, Young Master Lingquan, Chu Siyuan, Jiuyou Sword Master  , how long did it take for them to leave the Phoenix Nest."

    "They left one after another half an hour ago"

    There was a look of confusion on Moyin's charming face, and he added: "Jiuyou Sword Master seems to have obtained some great treasure. Young Lord Lingquan and a large number of first-class marquis are chasing him."

    "Oh, there is such a thing."

    Zhang Ruochen's heart settled, and he shook his head slightly, saying: "Jiuyou Sword Master may not have obtained the important treasure. Young Lord Lingquan may be chasing him because he wants to take back the purple sacred stone."

    Although Jiuyou Sword Master lost the purple sacred stone to Zhang Ruochen, Lingquan Shaojun did not know this.

    Perhaps because a large number of strong men from the Rakshasa tribe went after the Nine Nether Sword Master, the area beside the sea of ??fire was relatively peaceful.  Occasionally, a few Marquis Rakshasa who flew high into the sky spotted Zhang Ruochen and Moyin, but they were all shot dead by Zhang Ruochen immediately.

    Half an hour later, Zhang Ruochen and Moyin climbed to the top of Qifeng Holy Mountain and looked towards the other side of the holy mountain.

    Suddenly, both of them felt a violent shock in their hearts, and they couldn't help but gasp.

    It¡¯s too shocking and too tragic.

    The world where the ninety-nine holy mountains are located has been reduced to a wasteland. Countless Rakshasa marquises and saints from the Seven Realms of Shatuo are fighting constantly. The sound of killing breaks through the sky, but the ground is full of corpses.  .

    The corpses of Marquis Rakshasa, the corpses of wild beasts, the corpses of humans

    The mountains and rivers were dyed red with blood, and the formation inscriptions densely covered in the holy mountains had long been wiped out. The spirits and resentments of the saints soared into the sky and turned into a black evil cloud.

    Saints are the top beings in any big world, but here they continue to fall, beaten to pieces, broken into pieces, and their souls scattered.

    "Ouch."

    A half-step holy king from the Great Demon Shifang Realm let out a long roar, and the demonic energy rushed out of his body and turned into a demonic cloud. His body continued to expand and became hundreds of feet tall.

    "Boom."

    The half-step holy king had a head with double horns and a body like a demonic bull. He galloped and killed among the army of Rakshasa Marquis. I don¡¯t know how many Rakshasa Marquises there were."We have set up a thousand-star formation outside the ninety-nine holy mountains. The saints from the Seven Realms of Shatuo cannot escape."

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    The masters of the Rakshasa clan rushed out like a tide and continued to hunt down the Nine Nether Sword Master.

    The saints from the Seven Realms of Shatuo all looked at each other in shock. They didn¡¯t know why this happened. However, as long as the Jiuyou Sword Saint rushed towards them, they would immediately avoid it.

    At this moment, the Jiuyou Sword Master is no different from the Sangmen Star. Anyone who dares to get close to him will undoubtedly be attacked and killed by a large number of strong Rakshasa Marquis.

    "What kind of evil thing did Jiuyou Sword Master do? How did he make those Marquis Rakshasa so angry?"

    "That sword cultivator in Kunlun Realm must have received the inheritance of the Ice and Fire Phoenix. It's really enviable."

    On the top of Qifeng Holy Mountain, Zhang Ruochen was a little surprised. He couldn't help but touch his chin with his fingers and said: "For a purple sacred stone, you won't cause such a big disturbance, right? Could it be that the Jiuyou Sword Master is really in the Phoenix Nest?  What unparalleled treasure did you get? How could this old guy be so lucky?"

    ¡° If the purple divine stone was really so important, Lingquan Shaojun would not have abandoned it and fled for his life that day, so Zhang Ruochen had such a guess.

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