Duan Chengtong struggled to block the flying sword, a mad look flashed in his eyes, "Explode!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the person's clone immediately expanded rapidly, and a terrifying wave spread out.
Xiang Sheng's expression finally changed. Without saying a word, he waved his sleeve, threw out the Secret Realm Pearl, and dived into it. The next moment—
Boom!!!
The power of a late Nascent Soul cultivator being killed and self-destructing are two completely different things.
The power of the Nascent Soul exploded like a landslide and tsunami, instantly sweeping across the entire core of the earth, and directly blasting out a huge cavity of several thousand feet in radius.
The Secret Realm Pearl seemed to be swept up by a hurricane, thrown into the magma and sent flying backwards for hundreds of miles. By the time Xiang Sheng had emerged from the Secret Realm Pearl and braved the raging wind to return to the Earth's core, there was no trace of Duan Chengtong.
He actually escaped?
Xiang Sheng's eyes were filled with hostility, and his spiritual sense immediately spread out, sweeping around unscrupulously.
Suddenly, her eyes focused, the sword at her waist flashed, and her figure plunged straight into the underground magma from the sky. Not long after, she pulled out an old man whose face was burned beyond recognition, and his identity could not be identified.
The old man escaped from the magma before dying and gasped for breath. He looked up and saw Xiang Sheng's face clearly. He felt that he looked familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was for a moment.
With his life hanging in the balance, the old man could no longer care about anything else and immediately begged for mercy, "Senior, please save me! I am Jiang Wenzhen, the Grand Elder of Fengyue Sect. If you are willing to lend a hand, Fengyue Sect will reward you handsomely!"
"Jiang Wenzhen?"
A flash of blood appeared in Xiang Sheng's eyes, and he smiled. "You're asking me for help? Great Elder Jiang has really bad luck."
Jiang Wenzhen was shocked. He looked at Xiang Sheng carefully again and his expression suddenly changed. "You are the Lu family demon..."
Snap!
Xiang Sheng was too lazy to listen to any more nonsense, so he simply crushed his throat and threw him into the sea of fire.
During the fall, Jiang Wenzhen looked at Xiang Sheng's departing back and laughed miserably.
It was indeed a cycle of karma, with retribution inevitable. It was a pity that he didn't truly understand the truth of this saying until his death.
Everything is over, it’s too late to regret.
…
Xiang Sheng rushed around in the magma, but failed to find Duan Chengtong. Instead, he encountered the Feishuang Mirror where Jiang Yi and the four sect leaders were.
During this period, Li Wen, the Lord of the Thousand Stars Palace, saw that the situation was hopeless, so he and Yin Lu gave up and escaped directly, leaving Jiang Daoyuan alone to fight against two and stubbornly resist.
At this moment, when they suddenly saw Xiang Sheng rushing in, Yin Lu and Zhong Yishan immediately became alert and stopped at the same time.
Jiang Yi looked up and recognized Xiang Sheng, but his body was shocked and he immediately understood a lot.
He had always wondered why Si Wu Yue understood his character so well? Why did he know so many secrets about the Dongzhou region? Why was his sword realm so powerful, yet no one knew his origins?
And at this moment, all questions have been answered.
He should have thought of it earlier, how could such peerless figures, rarely seen in a thousand years, appear one after another?
"Xiang Daoyou!"
Jiang Yi suddenly smiled and shouted, "Old friend, why don't you come into the mirror and have a chat?"
As soon as these words were spoken, Yin Lu and Zhong Yishan's expressions changed slightly, and they both looked up at the beautiful figure hanging in the air.
"Her sword is clearly Si Wu Yue's sword, so why does my uncle-master call it Fellow Daoist Xiang?"
"The demon fetus's real name is Xiang, and it's the female cultivator named Xiang who is acquainted with Jiang Yi..."
Zhong Yishan's eyes flashed with thoughts, and his gaze was shaken: "The witch of the Lu family, Xiang Sheng!"
Xiang Sheng lowered his eyes and saw Jiang Yi's smiling face reflected in them. The blood color in his pupils faded a little, and he floated down and landed on the Feishuang Mirror.
When she landed on the ground, her legs went weak and she almost stumbled and fell.
Jiang Yi quickly moved to help, but Xiang Sheng raised his hand and slapped him away.
"Master Jiang, are you and I familiar with each other?"
A trace of scarlet welled up in Xiang Sheng's eyes, and he smiled coldly: "I remember very clearly that the Xuanyin Sect did not save me from my death."
Jiang Yi's expression froze and he silently withdrew his hand.
Yin Lu was furious, but before he could say anything, Jiang Yi stopped him, "She still has her demonic nature, don't worry about it."
Yin Lu's expression finally relaxed. He snorted coldly and continued to stare at Jiang Daoyuan who was taking the opportunity to catch his breath.
Xiang Sheng shook his dizzy head, sat down on the ground, and looked down at his unexpectedly newly grown right arm. He never thought that the demon fetus could also regenerate severed limbs.
"You are seriously injured."
Jiang Yi frowned as he studied Xiang Sheng's pale face, a blue light flashing in his eyes. "You've almost lost all your blood, yet you're still forcing your way through the lava, recklessly using your spiritual sense. Are you trying to save yourself?"
Xiang Sheng turned a deaf ear to him, shifted his gaze from his arm, and looked up at Jiang Daoyuan, who was covered in blood not far away.
She looked for a moment, then suddenly licked her lips and gave a bloodthirsty smile.
"Master Jiang, just now an old man named Jiang Wenzhen was crying out for help. I couldn't bear it, so I kindly sent him to the west. How about... I give you a ride too?"
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