129: Jin Chan dies, Xuan Ji is destroyed?

Feeling Meng Yun's gaze, Saint Molo was like a child in a dark rainforest.

It felt like a thousand beasts were staring at his back, ready to devour him at any moment.

With a casual strike, he sent a Soul Transformation cultivator flying. Now, only Dragon Spirit and two other Soul Transformation cultivators remained facing him.

Although there were still three of them, including Dragon Spirit, none of their auras were in good shape.

It was thanks to Meng Yun's victory, which deeply shocked Saint Molo, that they got a moment to catch their breath.

Saint Molo's eyes were shadowed, and a thousand rages burned in his heart.

His own Saintess had betrayed them and was still fighting Saint Golden Toad;

Originally, he was about to annihilate seven Immortal Sect Soul Transformation cultivators, turning the tide of the battle...

Who would have thought that with Meng Yun's victory, everything would be for naught.

Damn Eastern Abyss, damn Saint Youque!

No, Saint Youque is already dead!

He died a quick death!

Meng Yun, along with Shangguan Qing, landed directly in front of Saint Molo.

Since Saint Youque was dead, Meng Yun's sealed skills were once again unleashed.

The Seven-Colored Tribulation Lightning Dragon coiled around his body.

The Holy Ape Avatar's phantom appeared behind him, reaching the heavens and touching the earth.

The golden-red flame cauldron burned fiercely, ready to refine anything in an instant.

"How many more times can you unleash an attack like that?" Saint Molo's indifferent voice spoke, and he suggested:

"How about we both rest for a bit and see who wins or loses on Saint Minghe's side..."

Indeed.

Meng Yun could not easily defeat Saint Molo, who was in the middle stage of Tribulation Transcension.

Similarly, with his countless top-tier skills, Saint Molo also had no confidence in defeating him.

Only a righteous two-on-one battle could guarantee a complete crushing of the opponent.

If Saint Minghe, an experienced powerhouse in the late stage of Tribulation Transcension, won and combined forces with Saint Molo, the Immortal Sect group would surely face certain death.

But with Yan Weihuan possessing four times his combat power, perhaps he could truly create some kind of miracle!

Those two were the ones who could truly dictate the fate of both sides!

Surge, back waves!

Countless gazes, carrying various emotions, looked towards that bloody nether river in the distance.

Even from a hundred miles away, the terrifying fluctuations descending from the sky caused everyone's expressions to change slightly.

Yan Weihuan was only in the middle stage of Tribulation Transcension.

Could he withstand it?

Yan Weihuan, in the center of their vision, faced the surging blood waves not only without any movement but even closed his eyes.

He opened them again.

His aura had become ethereal and elusive.

Profound beyond compare.

"I haven't told you yet what law I comprehended..."

I'll reveal it to you now!

"Yan—Return!"

Yan Weihuan let out a cold shout, and countless blood mists suddenly exploded from his body.

Yan Weihuan's aura instantly withered, and his strength rapidly declined.

But at the same time, the corpse river of blood, which was already close at hand, suddenly froze its attack.

Then it turned back, with overwhelming momentum, heading straight for Saint Minghe!

This bizarre scene caused Saint Minghe's originally confident expression to freeze. He tried to communicate with the blood river but found that he had already lost all control!

A mouthful of old blood almost choked him:

"Yan Weihuan, my Ganlin Liang, Ganlin Liang!"

When had Saint Minghe ever suffered such repeated grievances!

Facing the Nether River Torrent Burial, which consumed most of his spiritual energy, even his true self wouldn't dare claim to have a hundred percent certainty of successfully resisting it!

Without daring to be careless, in haste, Saint Minghe unleashed all his spiritual energy, and even various defensive spiritual treasures, like they were worthless, throwing them out fiercely!

Afterward, his entire body was directly swallowed by the bloody torrent!

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Boom boom boom!

The blood river water came from the sky.

Yan Weihuan's aura was weak, and his strength was less than one-tenth of what it was, but he still stood tall, vigilant against everything in the blood river.

In his perception, although Saint Minghe's aura rapidly declined under the impact, it seemed...

Like him, he was not in danger of losing his life.

A mutual defeat was the best outcome he could achieve.

This was all thanks to Eastern Abyss's string of roasted meat!

Praise the foolish... roasted meat!

Long live Roasted Meat Peak!

Yan Weihuan suddenly understood the Sect Master!

A sudden increase in strength without beating up enemies is like wearing brocade robes at night!

...

Carrying the Lion Tiger Shattered Gold Avatar, Saint Golden Toad slammed down with a monastic staff, sending all the white silk ribbons flying back.

Saint Golden Toad's aura was boiling, and his eyes were filled with doubt, having long lost the calmness he had at the beginning of the battle.

Isn't this Saint Xuanji in the early stage of Soul Transformation?

How could she be so strong!

According to his calculations, the combat power Saint Xuanji displayed at this moment had to be at least four times her apparent strength!

Why, why?

How did she do it?

He wanted to know too!!

Saint Xuanji was also drenched in sweat. Fighting across a minor realm, even with the four-fold roasted meat bonus, was still very draining for her.

She wasn't like Meng Yun, a cheat with all combat power maxed out in every sense. Fighting Saint Golden Toad to a standstill with four times her combat power was already her limit.

You ask why Saint Xuanji was qualified to enjoy the four-fold combat power roasted meat?

Because she shamelessly asked for it, and Meng Yun boldly gave it to her.

This girl had been quite restless along the way.

But when you use someone, don't doubt them; when you doubt someone, don't use them.

And now, that slightly hasty investment from before had received a full return.

If she hadn't held back Saint Golden Toad, a powerful mid-stage Soul Transformation cultivator would have been enough to break the fragile balance.

Saint Golden Toad's gaze was burning, as if he wanted to see through Saint Xuanji completely.

Forget it.

Killing her and then soul-searching would also reveal the secret!

Thinking this, he raised his hand again, and countless tin rings flew out from his monastic staff, rotating to envelop Saint Xuanji's delicate body.

As long as she was tied up, Saint Xuanji would naturally be at his mercy!

White Crane Spreads Wings, white silk ribbons fluttered, deflecting all the tin rings coming from various directions.

Suddenly, an unexpected change occurred.

As Saint Xuanji was busy dealing with hundreds of tin rings, behind her, the void suddenly rippled strangely.

A golden-haired, closed-eyed man appeared without warning.

Saint Huang Corpse Puppet!

He clenched his right fist.

A full-power, emotionless strike poured entirely onto Saint Xuanji's back.

"Pfft—!"

Caught off guard, Saint Xuanji spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, the crimson droplets deeply staining her white dress.

Her body flew backward, about to fall into Saint Golden Toad's hands!

"Xuanji!" Saint Molo exclaimed in shock.

However, a golden sword light was faster than Saint Molo.

It was the Demon Subduing Swordplay unleashed by Meng Yun!

Originally, he wanted the two of them to fight one-on-one, a fair battle.

Since Saint Golden Toad had brought a righteous two-on-one, he shouldn't be blamed for making a move too.

But seeing the Saint Huang Corpse Puppet, Meng Yun also showed a knowing expression.

A thief crying 'stop thief,' indeed.

It must be said, that Saint Golden Toad fellow was truly ruthless.

The dignified First Saint Son was actually refined into a corpse puppet by him.

Tsk tsk.

The Demon Subduing Swordplay whistled closer, Saint Golden Toad was greatly alarmed, too late to grab Saint Xuanji, he pushed the Saint Huang Corpse Puppet out!

Then, he roared at Saint Molo:

"Elder, save me!"

Saint Molo's face struggled for a moment, then his right hand slowly extended.

Spiritual energy quietly transformed into a rope.

And under Saint Golden Toad's crimson, astonished gaze, it firmly bound his body.

The Demon Subduing Swordplay whistled closer.

First, it pierced through the Saint Huang Corpse Puppet.

Then, without deviation, it slashed directly at Saint Golden Toad's face!

"No no no, it's always only me who calculates..."

"Ah—!!"

In a desperate roar, Saint Golden Toad was completely annihilated.

Not even a speck of dust remained.

"Alas..."

A long sigh sounded from Saint Molo's mouth.

He was Saint Xuanji's protector.

He only regretted that he appeared too late; when he met her, Saint Xuanji had already become an empty shell without a soul.

Now that Saint Xuanji had betrayed them, it was also good.

His recent action could be considered the last thing he did for the girl.

Meng Yun and Shangguan Qing floated over, and Shangguan Qing helped Saint Xuanji up.

At this moment, the girl was on her last breath, like a tattered rag doll.

"Eastern Abyss..."

"I, my name is Li Xuanji... cough cough..."

Saint Xuanji's face was covered in blood, and she looked at Meng Yun, tentatively extending her right hand:

"If...

I could have met you earlier...

Then...

Then..."

"Shut up quickly, get in there!"

Meng Yun directly interrupted her, waved his hand, took out a piece of immortal bodhi spring, and casually threw her into it.

Beautiful women soaking in water, prolonging life!