He would never forget this face even if he died ten thousand years later. The target of their joint betrayal was Zhao Qi's master. Zhao Qi himself also died under their joint conspiracy, and his body was thrown at the border of the Emperor's Tomb. Theoretically, without the permission of the nine clans, Zhao Qi would never be able to leave the Emperor's Tomb.
As one of the nine clans guarding the Emperor's Tomb, the Master of Wanfa Pavilion knows the restrictions of the Emperor's Tomb better than anyone else.
The restriction tainted with the aura of the Immortal Emperor could not be broken by a normal cultivator. But now Zhao Qi appeared in front of him, which meant that the seal set by their nine clans had lost its effect.
"It's over!"
An idea came to the head of the Wanfa Pavilion Master. Memories of the past came to his mind one by one, the scene of the nine of them holding immortal weapons and joining forces to deal with Zhao Qi. During that fight, the nine of them were seriously injured, and the Wanfa Pavilion Master almost died at the hands of Zhao Qi.
If Zhao Qi had not been seriously injured at the last moment, he would have died in the Emperor's Tomb long ago, and there would not be the Wanfa Pavilion today. As if responding to the thoughts of the Wanfa Pavilion Master, Zhao Qi's figure twisted, and he took a step forward, and the ice mist around him dispersed.
He raised his right hand, and a point of spiritual light gathered at his fingertips, which he simply and directly pointed towards the Master of Wanfa Pavilion.
Memories seemed to overlap at this moment.
The scene that he had almost forgotten came to his mind.
There is no way around it.
Irresistible.
Even his thoughts came to a standstill. The immortal weapon that he could lift with just a hand seemed far away at this moment. He could only watch Zhao Qi's fingers fall.
The starlight retracted, erasing the last bit of light.
The light in the pupils of the Master of the Wanfa Pavilion also disappeared. The immortal weapon tightly grasped in his right hand was only half raised.
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The starlight turns into flames and spreads throughout the body.
Even immortal weapons could not stop this power. To be precise, it was the immortal weapon used by the Master of the Wanfa Pavilion that could not block this power. Immortal weapons were originally magical tools belonging to immortals, and only true immortals could control this power.
What's more, the magic weapon in the hands of the Master of Wanfa Pavilion was originally refined by Master Zhao Qi, and was snatched from them after they betrayed him.
Without the support of the Wanfa Pavilion Master, the light on the surface of the paper fan quickly dimmed.
"Yellow Fan"
Zhao Qi reached out to take the paper fan and spoke subconsciously.
He didn't remember the paper fan, but he recognized it at once. It was an instinct left in his brain, just like some frustrated people remembering what their children liked to eat.
The paper fan trembled slightly, as if to confess something.
Zhao Qi stroked the paper fan, a trace of melancholy flashing in his eyes.
The yellow fan was mottled, and the original spiritual power of the immortal weapon had withered for the most part. The remaining part was entirely dependent on the offerings of the Wanfa Pavilion. Although the appearance was still the yellow fan, it had long been tied to the Wanfa Pavilion. Not only the yellow fan, but also the immortal weapons of the other eight sects were the same.
The immortal weapon protects the reincarnations of the strong men of the nine clans and absorbs their souls.
But at the same time, these spirits also pollute the spirituality of the immortal weapon. If it were in the upper realm, this pollution would naturally be negligible, and the immortal weapon itself could erase this power, but in the lower realm, the immortal weapon could not absorb the spirit of the immortal, and could only passively absorb the spirit of the lower level.
For immortal weapons, the spiritual energy in the lower world is too complex to maintain their grade. If they want to avoid falling to the level of spiritual weapons, they can only absorb the soul. The sacrifices of the nine clans guarding the tomb are the source of their power.
Tens of thousands of years have passed, and these nine immortal artifacts have long been bound together with the nine clans.
The only way to separate it is to return to the fairyland, but this is obviously unrealistic for Zhao Qi at the moment.
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The fan withered and turned into black ash that scattered all over the ground.
After confirming that Zhao Qi could not bring it back to the fairyland, the yellow fan decisively chose to leave. Between morality and survival, it chose survival. The Wanfa Pavilion could maintain its rank, but Zhao Qi could not.
Bang bang!
Two bodies fell from the sky.
Qiu Yuan and Qiu Xue flew down and stood in mid-air facing each other. Shang Nan and Song Jia were not weak. They had extraordinary origins and possessed a large number of powerful magic weapons. When they fought with them before, they did not have the upper hand. But later, no one knew what happened. Shang Nan, who was holding the black umbrella, suddenly screamed and then died suddenly.
Afterwards, Song Jia also died inexplicably.
“Death due to exhaustion of lifespan is actually two top-grade spiritual medicines.” Zhao Qi walked over from the side and took the two corpses on the ground in his hands.
The human form dissipated bit by bit and transformed into two spiritual medicines.
The two boys were originally the incarnation of immortal grass, and after being enlightened by the immortal, they became mountain guards. Now after being killed by their vengeful fellow apprentices, they have restored their original appearance.
The three men did not stop and returned to the cliff with the three bodies.
Chen Luo sat hunched over, looking thinner, as if he had been drained of energy. Even he could not bear the power of using so much energy at once, and at the last moment he had to use the Life Borrowing Gu to borrow the life span of Song Jia and Shang Nan to hold on.
Fortunately, the two boys had enough lifespan to help him survive this disaster.
As for the matter of "repayment", Chen Luo had never considered this issue since he obtained the Borrowing Life Gu. Chen Zhenren never returned the lives he borrowed. To reach the level of "borrowing and repaying", one must at least be an immortal.
"Three corpses, all of them are of high quality, two of them can even be used to make pills."
Zhao Qi threw the three bodies aside.
It took Chen Luo a while to come back to his senses. The scattered poisonous insects, evil spirits, and magic tools returned to his sleeves like young swallows returning to their nests. With the reduction of consumption, the consumed spiritual power was restored bit by bit, and Chen Luo finally regained his ability to move.
"Walk."
After touching three heads, Chen Luo didn't say a word and turned around and flew towards the direction of the emperor's tomb.
The old monster who was secretly watching him hadn't appeared yet, and he had almost squeezed himself dry. If the real boss came, how could he have the energy to fight back? Although the Wanxiang Immortal Sect was important, Chen Luo would never be trapped by external things.
When he can hold on, Wanxiang Xianmen will be his foundation.
When it cannot hold on, Wanxiang Xianmen becomes a burden.
When Chen Luo escaped from the Emperor's Tomb, the seriously injured Ge Xian took a half-crippled black crystal man into the passage and escaped with his life. The gray-robed man did not chase the two people, but turned his sight and looked at the area where the Wanxiang Immortal Gate was located before.
Just now, he sensed that the young man he had been targeting had disappeared. It was as if he had disappeared from the world of immortal cultivation. No matter how hard he searched, he could not find him.
Nine clans guarding the tomb.
Ancient Sword Sect.
Wan Ji and the other two stood at the edge of the ancient sword, looking at the yellow fan flying back from the sky, and all fell into silence.
The Master of Wanfa Pavilion is dead.
The death was so sudden that the three of them didn't even have time to rush over to support him. This sudden change made the three of them feel like they were falling into an ice cellar. The strength of the three of them was not much different from that of the Master of Wanfa Pavilion. The other party was able to kill the Master of Wanfa Pavilion so quickly, which meant that they were also capable of killing the three of them.
"Who killed Wanfa?"
Wan Ji walked in front of the yellow fan and asked.
He knew that immortal weapons had spirits and could communicate.
It’s a pity that Huang Fanshan didn’t even pay attention to him. If Zhao Qi was the disciple of his previous master, then Wan Ji was just a dog in Huang Fanshan’s eyes.
As the immortal artifacts worshipped by the Nine Clans, these artifact spirits have long been accustomed to being high and mighty, so how could they take the initiative to communicate with these dogs? (End of this chapter)
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