Chapter 1607

Tang Baoer happily stepped forward, handed a pot of wine to Su Yi, and said, "Little brother, here it is!"

Su Yi took it over with a smile, and then said, "It's better for everyone to leave this place while they are now."

Everyone froze in their hearts, and the joy dissipated a lot.

The silver-robed man had said before that long ago, the power of the Shenhuo Sect had taken over the ruins of the Yongye Academy!

In other words, in addition to the silver-robed man, there must be other Shenhuo Sect powerhouses here!

"Do you not come with us, fellow Daoist?"

Tang Lingqi couldn't help but said.

His name for Su Yi also changed from "little friend" to "daoist friend".

This is the way of the old man.

On the road of cultivation, strength is respected, and those who achieve it are the first.

In the battle just now, Su Yi has proved how tyrannical his own power is.

It also made Tang Lingqi and other immortal figures, no longer dare to pretend to be their predecessors.

Su Yi shook his head and said, "I have other things to do, let's go, I'll give you a ride."

Saying that, he carried the wine jug and walked towards the outside of the main hall.

The others quickly followed.

The sky and the earth are dark, and the thunderclouds are surging. This desolate and desolate ruin is shrouded in a heart-pounding darkness.

Su Yi and the others just walked out of the hall when a cold and deep voice sounded from the sky far away.

"Want to go? Delusional!"

The sound was so loud that it suppressed the sound of thunder in the sky.

With the sound, three figures appeared.

The leader was an old man in a black robe with a childish face, holding a jade ruler in his hand.

The other two were a lean man with a ferocious breath and a beautiful woman in a long coat with wide sleeves.

All three are filled with the breath of immortals!

Tang Lingqi and others all sank in their hearts and looked solemn.

"Whoever killed my Shenhuo Sect sacrificial 'Yinhe', get out of this seat!"

The old man in the ink robe shouted, and his murderous intent rushed to the sky.

Su Yi was too lazy to talk nonsense and waved his sleeve robe.

The calligraphy appeared.

He raised his hand a little.

laugh!

A word "press" rose from the sky, and the handwriting was like a sword that pierced the sky, and a dazzling sword light burst out, illuminating the mountains and rivers.

The face of the old man in the black robe suddenly changed, "Damn it! It's that calligraphy treasure, hurry up—!"

When speaking, he immediately moved to dodge.

But one step too late.

The word "press" is like a sacred mountain that suppresses Tianyu, and there is a terrifying force of confinement and oppression, and the void in all directions is completely banned.

The turbulent thunderclouds in the sky fell into a strange stillness.

The three old men in black robes are the immortal characters of the Shenhuo Sect, and one is stronger than the other.

But at this time, like a worm stuck on a spider web, the qi in his body was completely suppressed, and he couldn't move at all.

I can only watch helplessly, that dazzling, splendid and infinitely splendid "press" word oppressed.

Everyone's face is full of despair and collapse.

boom!

A loud bang.

The old man in the black robe and the other three immortal monarchs exploded together, and their souls were completely wiped out.

It's as easy as crushing three ants!

Everyone was shocked.

Like a miracle.

"It's just a handwritten calligraphy, with such a powerful power, it is unimaginable, what kind of terrifying strength should the Emperor Yongye, who was at the top of the immortal path, have such terrifying strength."

someone muttered.

The crowd was also excited.

The word "press" turned into a light and returned to the calligraphy.

Su Yi noticed that the luster of this calligraphy was dim, and the charm dissipated a lot.

"Sure enough, this word is not a real fairy treasure, after all, it is a bit unusable."

Su Yi secretly said.

It is rare that this painting of calligraphy can survive from the long years to the present.

And the man in silver robe had obviously used this calligraphy many times, and by now, the spirit of swordsmanship and spirit in the calligraphy had almost been exhausted.

According to Su Yi's speculation, it can only be used three times at most, and this piece of calligraphy will completely lose its spirituality and turn into a piece of waste paper.

"I recognized it. The old man in the black robe just now was Xianjun Zhao Changkong. Three thousand years ago, he came to this Luoshui restricted area to search for opportunities, but he never returned. It was rumored that he had suffered. Who would have thought, He actually joined the Shenhuo Sect!"

Someone screamed.

"It's not just Zhao Changkong, the two people beside him are Bailuzhou Yunhua Mountain 'Dumo Demon Lord' and 'Lieyun Demon Lord'! The two of them came to Luoshui restricted area three hundred years ago, There is no news about this, but now it seems that they also joined the Shenhuo Cult!"

Someone's voice was low.

The crowd rioted.

Whether it is Zhao Changkong, or Demon Lord Dumo and Demon Lord Lieyun, in the past years, they were all famous immortal figures!

But after they entered the Luoshui restricted area, they all disappeared from the world, and there was no more news.

Everyone thought that they died in the Luoshui restricted area!

But what they saw in front of them has proved that they did not die in suffering, but joined the Shenhuo Sect!

Tang Lingqi said: "It seems that the silver-robed man who was called Yinhe before appeared, most likely not to kill us, but to suppress us and make us surrender for the use of Shenhuo Cult!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone's heart trembled.

Someone couldn't help but say: "In the long years of the past, I don't know how many strong people have lost their news after entering the Luoshui restricted area. Could it be that they have already surrendered to the Shenhuo Sect?"

It's very possible!

Su Yi didn't say anything about this, but he knew that everyone's guess should be good.

Shenhuo Cult, a demonic force, has always acted domineeringly, those who obey it prosper, and those who oppose it perish. Long before the age of immortals, it was one of the three major demons in the world.

Its founder, "Pingtian Emperor", was one of Wang Ye's peerless enemies at the time!

"Let's go."

Without staying much, Su Yi took the lead and planned to send these people to the other side of the Bone Marsh.

The Yongye Academy was originally created by him, but now it has been occupied by the Shenhuo sect and set up traps to trap the strong who came to seek opportunities. Naturally, Su Yi could not tolerate it.

As the owner of this room, Su Yi didn't mind sending Tang Lingqi and others a ride.

But not long after moving forward, there was another shocking change ahead.

Among the ruins, nine broken bronze statues suddenly rushed out.

Every bronze statue has been buried for an unknown period of time, covered with dust, but when it appeared, these bronze statues shone brightly one by one, releasing the forbidden Dao light soaring to the sky!

Then, under the gazes of all the shocked gazes, the bronze statues came alive in the eternity-like silence, turning into terrifying figures one after another.

There is a Confucian scholar with a feather fan in his hand, and his body is filled with aura.

There is a man with a spear in his hand, a man in armor, and a monstrous flame.

There is a young Taoist priest in a wind and fire robe and riding on the back of a white cow.

There is an old monk with a rosary in his hand, standing on the lotus platform, and his eyes are kind.

One by one, with different powers, none of them are as good as the legendary gods, with the light on their bodies rushing into the sky, dispelling the darkness, and illuminating the universe!

Tang Lingqi and others were horrified, and they all felt chills in body and mind.

Su Yi glanced at the nine figures, but his eyes became complicated and subtle.

Those are the nine elders of the Eternal Night Academy!

The grandfather-level figures of Confucianism and Taoism, the masters of magic cultivation, the patriarchs of Taoism and good fortune, and the venerable ones who have cultivated Buddhism to the highest fruition are all immortal kings who are leading the way in their respective paths!

When the Yongye Academy was at its peak, there were hundreds of similar elders who passed on the scriptures. They were either high or the enemy, but on their respective paths, they all reached the pinnacle of existence.

At that time, in the Yongye Academy, various schools competed for each other, known as "a hundred schools of thought contend"!

And the strongest nine elders who pass the scriptures are the nine in front of them.

Each of them is the person who carries the backbone of the Yongye Academy. It was Wang Ye who personally invited him from all over the fairyland to preach in the Yongye Academy!

Suddenly, an indifferent voice sounded:

"In front of this 'Nine Kings Sealing the Sky', if you can leave alive, I should immediately take off the head of the head!"

Accompanied by the sound, a man in a jade robe appeared behind the nine terrifying figures made of bronze statues.

His long hair was loose, his eyes were strange, and he held an antique array in his hand.

Only then did Tang Lingqi and others understand that the nine terrifying figures were transformed by a forbidden power!

And the mastermind behind the scenes is the man in jade robe who claims to be "Yingjue"!

Undoubtedly, the other party is also a strong man of Shenhuo Sect.

Subconsciously, Tang Lingqi and others all looked at Su Yi, as if they regarded Su Yi as the backbone and backer.

Su Yi didn't say much.

He took off the black jade pendant beside his waist and put his fingertips on the jade pendant.

laugh!

A mysterious edict pattern emerged from the jade pendant.

"Walk."

Su Yi walked straight ahead.

There are nine terrifying figures in front of them, and just that kind of breath is so powerful that it makes people tremble.

But Su Yi doesn't seem to take it seriously at all!

However, although everyone was at a loss, they still followed suit.

"Ah!"

In the distance, Yingjue let out a sneer, and suddenly urged the antique bronze plate in his hand.

boom!

The world is in turmoil, and the Dao light is dazzling.

The nine terrifying figures showed their mighty power one by one.

At the same time, Su Yi waved his sleeve robe.

hum!

The edict pattern reflected by the black jade pendant suddenly brightened, releasing a strange avenue of fluctuations that covered the sky and the sun.

It is vaguely visible that there are actually sword-shaped handwritings inscribed in the five most ancient and primitive Taoist texts in the edict pattern:

Seeing me is like seeing the sky!

"Go, take his head off."

Su Yi spoke lightly.

While everyone was stunned, an incredible scene happened.

The nine figures with terrifying breath turned around and rushed towards Yingjue!

Should feel: "!!!?"

The sneer on his face solidified, like being struck by lightning, this sudden change made his soul almost fly out, and he turned around and ran away before he had time to think about it.

While escaping, Yingjue frantically urged the formation plate in his hand.

But soon he collapsed. The formation plate that controlled and operated the Nine Kings Sealing Heaven formation was completely ineffective, and there was no reaction at all!

"Why is this!?"

Should feel the soul of the dead.

At this moment, his neck was in severe pain, and his eyes were black.

Then, his head was directly screwed off by a kind-hearted old monk!