Xianhong Road

Chapter 279 Nine Valleys Two God Statues (Big Chapter)

Destroy the nine foundation-building stage powerhouses by one person?
Chu Yunhan's arrogance made Yang Fan and others sigh inwardly.

Where did he get his confidence?

"Could it be that you have stepped into a high level?" Yang Fan asked lightly.

If the other party stepped into a high level, he would naturally have nothing to say.

"Advanced? Killing the nine of you still requires an advanced?" Chu Yunhan said with contempt, without even looking at Yang Fan.

"Since fellow daoists can come to the 'Jiuyou Square', they already have the strength to compete with us."

Among the three rookies, Zhuo Jing finally spoke.

His tone was very light, so light that people could ignore his existence.

His appearance is also extremely ordinary, so ordinary that one can immediately forget it at a glance.

Compared with Chu Yunhan's cold arrogance and Li Hongfei's free and easy boldness, Zhuo Jing possessed an indescribable stability and steadiness.

"Fellow Daoist Zhuo, please tell me."

The blood demon Lao Tzu said slightly respectfully.

Even though he is a monk in the late stage of Foundation Establishment, he still feels somewhat uneasy in front of the existence of the three major rookies.

"Everyone, please look at the two huge statues in the center of the 'Nine Serenities Square'. They should be the real hub and secret of the 'Nine Serenities Palace'."

Zhuo Jing said calmly.

Yang Fan and others followed his hand and looked at the two huge statues in the center of Jiuyou Square.

As early as the first step into the square, they saw these two statues.

These two statues, one black and one red, are each hundreds of feet high, and they are carved with two demon gods.

The demon god portrayed by the black statue has a purple-black crescent moon imprint on his forehead, standing proudly in the sky with his hands behind his back, with a roaring black dragon-like demonic energy under his feet.

This is a peerless demon god, with a cold and proud expression, and a kind of contemptuous majesty looking down on the sky and the earth.

When he touched the devil depicted by the black statue, Yang Fan's heart beat slightly accelerated. Isn't this the statue of Jiuyou Demon Lord that he saw in the Thousand-Year-Old Tomb Temple on Ghost Corpse Mountain?
Lord Nine Nether Demons!

Yang Fan immediately recognized the identity of the black statue.

The other statue is carved with a blood-robed demon head. His pupils, hair, and cloak are all blood-red that penetrates into the bone marrow, which is shocking and very strange.

On the forehead of this blood-robed demon god, there is a round of blood sun marks, and his eyes are both red, but the difference is:

The blood eye on the right is gentle and calm, deep and distant, containing infinite wisdom and mystery.

The bloody eye on the left is full of murderous ambitions, even crazy and tyrannical, which makes people tremble at the sight.

"What a weird man, he actually possesses two diametrically opposite temperaments at the same time. Could it be a split personality?"

When Yang Fan touched this blood-robed demon god, his heart couldn't help jumping, and that feeling was unforgettable for a lifetime.

At the same time, the blood moon imprint on the forehead of the blood-robed demon god caught Yang Fan's attention.

There may be some connection between this blood sun, the weird blood sun in the Nine Nether Secret Realm, and the nine blood moons in the space of the Nine Nether Palace.

"Fellow Daoist Zhuo, can you let us go in and have a look?"

Loeb suggested.

"Yes." Zhuo Jing said indifferently.

So, a group of nine foundation-building monks walked towards the two huge statues.

"Humph."

Chu Yunhan glanced at the few foundation-building monks with a cold face, and seemed to disagree with Zhuo Jing's actions.

"Fellow daoists, I'm afraid it's been a while since you came here. Haven't you found any clues?"

Mengxuan looked at one of the statues up close and asked curiously.

"Of course there are clues." Zhuo Jing smiled lightly: "The black statue depicts the 'Jiuyou Demon Lord' who looked down on the human world back then. There is a keyhole in his foot, but unfortunately we don't have the corresponding key to open it. In addition, this The black statue will summon a bunch of puppets every once in a while, and the number will increase. And the **** statue has no keyhole on its body, and every time his left eye flashes, it will summon a group of difficult vampires, Every time the right eye flashes, it will shed a soft bloody light, shrouded in this bloody light, the injury can be healed, and it can even restore the person to the peak state."

"Keyhole?" Yang Fan showed astonishment, staring at the feet of the statue of Jiuyou Demon Lord, and found a keyhole.

"Nine Nether Valley map, key..."

Yang Fan showed a thoughtful look, could it be that the key he owns can be opened?
However, in this case, he did not dare to try it rashly.

Of course, the weirdness of these two statues also surprised Yang Fan.

At this moment, the left eye of the **** statue flashed, and a sinister and bloody aura was born out of thin air in Jiuyou Square.

woohoo~~
A reddish wind roared non-stop, and the vampires roared and killed everyone, each of them was extremely ferocious, and their strength was comparable to that of the concentration period.

Among them, a small number of vampires are several feet tall, spit out blood mist, have a fierce aura, and their strength is even comparable to that of the monks in the foundation establishment period.

With a flash of the bloody statue's left eye, it actually summoned hundreds of vampires, more than a dozen of which were comparable in strength to those in the Foundation Establishment period.

"Ding ding bang bang..."

The monks of the three major sects launched the attack methodically, each with apathetic expressions and no trace of panic.

In contrast, the nine foundation-building stage cultivators, including the Fourth Gorefiend, were in a hurry when faced with the sudden vampire, and two of the cultivators suffered some minor injuries.

Yang Fan and Hu Fei stood together, and it was easy to fight. The thunder and lightning in Hu Fei's hands made it easy to kill the vampires.

Apart from the battle, Yang Fan also began to observe the two god statues, except for the keyhole, he did not see any other clues.

Under the joint attack of all the monks, hundreds of vampires were quickly wiped out.

And at this moment, the statue of the Nine Nether Demon Lord flashed black flames, and dozens of iron-clad puppets suddenly appeared.

"So many, there were still a dozen puppets before..."

Li Hongfei was a little surprised.

When dealing with the iron-clad puppet, the monks from the three sects dispersed one after another and flew into the air to launch continuous attacks on the iron-clad puppet.

bang bang bang——

Once the armored puppet is destroyed, the power of the explosion and the poisonous gas will sweep across a radius of several feet, and even the monks in the center of the foundation establishment period will not escape death.

Therefore, during the battle, all the monks paid attention to keeping a distance from the armored puppets.

Fortunately, the armored puppet does not have the ability to fly, so the whole battle process was safe and sound.

About half an hour later, all the iron-clad puppets were wiped out, and the human monks suffered no losses, but quite a few were injured.

"The number is increasing. I don't know when it will end. Is it impossible to open this 'Jiuyou Square' without a key?"

Zhuo Jing muttered to himself.

hum~
At this moment, the right eye of the blood-colored statue flashed, and a gentle and warm blood-colored light instantly enveloped the entire Jiuyou Hall.

In an instant, all the injuries suffered by the monks healed in an instant.

Feeling this gentle blood light, Yang Fan was a little surprised, and there was a slight commotion in Xianhongjue's body.

All monks recovered from their injuries and returned to their best condition.

The nine foundation-building stage monks who just came in were all surprised and novelty, the blood-colored statue was really weird.

The monks waited for a while, and the bloody statue's left eye flashed again.

woohoo~~
There were one or two hundred vampires summoned this time, twice as many as the previous one! !

The light red wind contained spiritual power that could shake people's fighting spirit, and when it blew past everyone, it gave people a feeling of weakness.

"This bloody wind seems to be able to extract the blood and vitality of monks..."

Yang Fan practiced the Immortal Hong Jue and mastered the power of life, so he was very sensitive about it.

One or two hundred vampires, this has exceeded the limit that all monks can handle.

During the battle, the spirit of the monks on the field was lost little by little, and casualties soon appeared.

The human monks finally panicked, especially the remaining monks in the Concentration period of the three major sects.

During the battle, Yang Fan observed the three rookies from the corner of his eye.

Li Hongfei's figure is as erratic as a swallow, his palm strength is as wild as the wind, and he is free and easy. With each palm, he can instantly kill an ordinary vampire.Even if the blood-colored giant got close, it couldn't withstand two or three attacks from him.

Chu Yunhan's devilish aura was strong, black light flickered in his eyes, and Jiuyou's devilish aura erupted with his fists again and again, and the vampire's soul was blown away immediately when he touched it, which was extremely miserable.

Zhuo Jing was as stable as Mount Tai, standing on the spot, waving his sleeves lightly, a sense of righteousness surrounded his body, and when the vampire touched it, it would automatically burn and turn into wisps of green smoke.

None of the three of them used magic weapons, and they were even more comfortable in the battle.

Even if they were entangled by two or three blood-colored giant ghosts and a dozen vampires, they were not afraid at all, killing ghosts with just a snap of their fingers.

"As expected of the three rookies..."

Yang Fan was secretly amazed.

The three rookies of Yuyang Kingdom are all under 30 years old, but their cultivation has reached the peak of the foundation building period.

When there were hundreds of vampires left, the statue of the Nine Nether Demon Lord, with a flash of black flame, summoned thirty or forty iron-clad puppets in one go.

Yang Fan and the others could not help but gasp.

Hundreds of ghosts, plus thirty or forty iron-clad puppets whose combat power was comparable to that of the foundation-building stage, the total number was two or three times that of the monks on the field.

The monks in the Concentration period of the three major sects all showed signs of despair.

Even the calm and composed three rookies changed color.

At this moment, an exclamation came from somewhere in the Jiuyou Hall: "The silver-armored guard..."

Click!

A silver cold light struck down like lightning, killing a certain Foundation Establishment Stage cultivator and several Concentration Stage cultivators in the Qing Yuan Sect at once.

Silver Armored Puppet!
The monks were extremely shocked.

The silver-armored puppet exuded a terrifying aura that made the blood of the foundation-building monks freeze.

click-

The silver cold light slashed across again. Wherever it passed, the bones were rotten, and no spells or magic weapons could stop it.

"That's a high-level puppet!"

Chu Yunhan showed a dignified look for the first time.

Yang Fan had a strange look on his face, this silver armored puppet was exactly the same as his one in shape.

"Run...the high-level puppets, we can't beat them."

The Foundation Establishment Stage member of the Yin Luozong was the first to show his intention to retreat, and flew out of the "Jiuyou Square".

Seeing this scene, the three rookies and the others showed mocking expressions.

Yang Fan faintly sensed something was wrong. Why did none of the monks from the three sects escape in such a dangerous situation?

"what--"

At this moment, an extremely shrill scream came from the entrance of Jiuyou Square.

The middle-aged man at the foundation stage of the Yin Luozong stepped into the entrance, suddenly a purple flame ignited all over his body, which was wiped out in just a few seconds.

"The entrance can only enter, not retreat..."

Then the other eight foundation-building monks who entered Jiuyou Square couldn't help but gasped.

It's no wonder that in such a terrible situation, none of the monks from the three major sects has any intention of retreating.

It turns out that from the moment you step into this square, it means that you cannot retreat.

"Ah-"

The screams were endless, killing everyone's fighting spirit at all times.

A high-level puppet has terrifying attack power and the ability to fly. Each attack can take the life of at least one monk.

Coupled with the siege of other armored puppets and vampires, the number of monks on the field became less and less.

Gradually, there were not many monks in the concentration period left.

The number of human monks is less than 20.

Among the eight Foundation Establishment period monks including Yang Fan, there are only five left: Yang Fan, Hu Fei, Fourth Gorefiend, Meng Xuan, and Hong Gang.

The Gorefiend Old Seven died from the explosion of two iron-armored puppets beside him, and Le Bo was chopped into two pieces by the silver-armored puppets, even the middle-grade spiritual armor on his body was shattered into pieces.

High-level prestige, unstoppable!
All the monks felt powerless.

Yang Fan's senses locked on to the silver armored puppet, keeping a distance from it at all times.

As long as he is not stared at by this high-level puppet, he will basically be in no danger.

The remaining dozen or so monks are the strongest elites who have entered the secret realm, fighting bloody, unyielding, and tenacious battles.

The battle continued non-stop, and after an unknown amount of time, the right eye of the **** statue flashed, and a gentle bloody light sprinkled the entire hall.

In an instant, all the monks recovered to their peak energy and recovered from their injuries.

"Let's work together to eliminate these vampires and puppets first."

Zhuo Jing's steady and heavy voice resounded throughout the audience, making all the monks feel at peace.

The battle continued, and there were still more than a dozen foundation-building monks struggling to support the field, and the rest of the monks basically died.

Fortunately, since the appearance of high-level puppets, neither of the two god statues in Jiuyou Square has summoned any ghosts or puppets.

On the contrary, the right eye of the blood-colored statue would flicker every once in a while, restoring the spirits of the monks to their peak.

Such a situation gave hope to the monks who were still struggling on the field.

Ding ding bang bang——

The battle is heating up, and the number of vampires and puppets is decreasing.

The silver-armored puppet was entangled by Zhuo Jing and Chu Yunhan, and Li Hongfei and the rest of the monks were responsible for clearing the vampire and the puppet.

Keng!Keng!Keng!
Yang Fan was surprised to find that under the cooperation of Zhuo Jing and Chu Yunhan, the silver armored puppet was entangled in a short time.

A dark black mask formed around Chu Yunhan's body, with pieces of black runes dancing, and he held a three-pointed two-edged knife with a devilish aura in his hand. Demon Qi.

puff!

An armored puppet was cut into two by him.

The ultimate attack weapon!

Yang Fan's heart skipped a beat, with such a sharp weapon in his hand, he could kill the same level without any effort.

Moreover, the dark black mask around Chu Yunhan's body was extremely strong in defense. After being hit by the attacks of the silver-armored puppet several times, it only dimmed a little, and then gradually recovered.

"He still has at least one treasure that is not weaker than the ultimate defensive spirit weapon..."

Yang Fan couldn't help being amazed at Chu Yunhan's family background.

The ultimate attacking spirit weapon, plus the ultimate defensive spirit weapon, plus the unrivaled nine ghost magic skills...

Could it be that this son is so arrogant, clamoring that one person can rival the nine foundation-building stage monks alone.

If Yang Fan and Hu Fei are not counted as two outliers, he really has the strength to kill the nine foundation-building monks alone.

Zhuo Jing held an ancient and mottled shield in his hand, on which flowed a piece of light blue ancient script like a tadpole, and it was impossible to tell what level of magic weapon it was.

In the face of the attack of the silver-armored puppet, the ancient tadpole script on the ancient shield flowed rapidly, like a rock.

Under the joint efforts of these two elite powerhouses, the silver-armored puppet without wisdom was restrained.

And Li Hongfei's figure is like a gust of wind and ghost, with a crystal-like short sword in his hand. During the movement, thousands of almost translucent cyan blades are produced, suddenly forming a violent storm, covering the surrounding area several feet.

Wherever this cyan blade storm passed, the ghosts and armored puppets all turned into blue smoke and fly ash in an instant.

"The magic weapons used by the three rookies are at least at the top-grade spiritual weapon level. Coupled with their unique skills and talents, their strength is at least two or three times stronger than that of ordinary people of the same level..."

Yang Fan secretly analyzed and came to an astonishing conclusion.

Those who are strong in the foundation building stage can possess a high-grade spiritual weapon, and they can be at the same level as they want.

And top-grade spiritual weapons are extremely rare in the world of cultivating immortals. In the eyes of some monks, they belong to legendary treasures.

But the three rookies, each of them has a top attack spirit weapon, and even a top defense spirit weapon.

The former can almost instantly kill ordinary peers; the latter can be invincible among the same rank.

In addition, the exercises they practice are at least advanced exercises, which are more than twice as powerful as ordinary exercises.

……

Swish!
At a certain moment, the right eye of the bloody statue flashed again, and the monks returned to their peak state.

In the constant fighting and training, Yang Fan felt that his combat effectiveness was gradually improving, and he could unleash a more powerful attack than before with every gesture.

Two hours later, all the vampires and puppets on the field were wiped out.

Only the silver armor guards are left!
"Let's go together."

Zhuo Jing's calm and peaceful voice came, and the shield in his hand could always defuse the attack of the silver-armored puppet at the most critical and ingenious moment.

Li Hongfei and the rest of the Foundation Establishment Stage monks gradually approached and surrounded the high-ranking puppets.

Ding ding bang bang...

Under the attack of the three elites and seven or eight other foundation-building stage monks, the silver-armored guards were faintly suppressed.

"Although it is a high-level puppet, it is still a dead thing..."

Yang Fan couldn't help but secretly sighed.

A puppet without wisdom, under the cooperation of many powerful elites, was beaten to the point of being powerless.

"Don't worry, everyone. The power of this puppet comes from the spirit stone at its core. Let's wear it down bit by bit..."

Zhuo Jing said calmly.

Sure enough, after half an hour of fighting, the strength of the silver armored puppet gradually weakened.

At a certain moment, with a "plop", the silver-armored puppet fell powerlessly to the ground, obviously losing the support of its strength.

Call ~
The monks finally let out a long sigh of relief. Their combat power was comparable to that of high-ranking silver-armored guards, and they were barely eliminated by them.

But the next moment, the eyes of several monks on the field fell on the silver armored puppet.

At this moment, there is no trace of breath on it, it is just a dead thing.

"This is a high-level puppet who has not recognized its master!!!"

All the monks couldn't help but be moved, and even Zhuo Jing, who was always calm and calm, had a flash of heart in his eyes.

How precious is a high-level puppet that no one recognizes as its master?
call out!
With a flash, Li Hongfei took advantage of his speed and rushed towards the silver armored puppet in the center.

"Don't think about it!"

A sharp light flashed in Chu Yunhan's eyes, and the three-pointed, two-edged knife in his hand swung a majestic and fierce devilish energy, which had the potential to open up mountains and open up land.

With such a blow, even if two armored puppets stood in front of them, they would all end up smashed.

Li Hongfei's complexion changed, and he swiped the crystal short sword backhand, and a cyan blade exploded in an instant, colliding with Chu Yunhan's attack.

boom--

Under the collision of this huge power, a powerful shock wave erupted, pushing everyone on the field several feet away.

How terrifying is the full-strength confrontation of the two rookies, the power of the explosion is enough to annihilate all monks below the high rank.

However, there is still one exception.

That is another one of the three rookies - Zhuo Jing,
His body shook slightly, and he flew straight towards the armored puppet.

"what?!"

The monks were taken aback.

How did he do that?
On Zhuo Jing's ordinary face, there was a victor's smile.

But at this moment, there was a sound of rushing through the air above a hundred feet high.

Clang!
A flawless and stunning silver sword light seemed to flash across time and space far away.

Its target is the silver armor golem.

The smile on Zhuo Jing's face froze, feeling that he was locked by a supreme sword intent carrying the general trend of the world, and his breath was suffocated.

"It's you--"

Zhuo Jing showed a trace of surprise, without looking back, he guessed the identity of that person.

Hundreds of feet above the sky, a man in white clothed over snow, drew out that stunning and unparalleled sword, from top to bottom, in harmony with the right time and place.

"Unparalleled!"

Yang Fan and the others exclaimed and immediately recognized the identity of the man in white.

call out--

It was too late to say it, and then it was too fast, Wushuang's sword, full of supreme swordsmanship, and the power of the boundless world around him, approached the ground in the blink of an eye.

Not only for Zhuo Jing, but also for all the monks below.

This is definitely a sword that has been planned for a long time, even if it is a high-level Jindan here, it must be in awe.

Yang Fan sighed softly, his figure flashed sharply, and he retreated a few feet away.

Whoosh whoosh!
All the monks retreated one after another, Zhuo Jing's eyes flashed a gloomy coldness, but he didn't dare to challenge the sword, and followed the crowd to retreat.

Whoosh——

A flash of silvery white sword light almost took away the brilliance of the entire Jiuyou Hall.

Boom!

A shocking sword struck the floor, and the fierce and mighty sword energy swept across a radius of more than ten feet.

Click!

The silver-armored puppet, which lost the support of the spirit stone, was also torn apart by this blow, and then turned into a piece of metal fragments.

For a moment, the aftermath of the explosion shook the entire Jiuyou Square.

In a moment, all the monks came to their senses, looking at the metal fragments on the ground, they couldn't help feeling sorry.

"you again……"

Zhuo Jing stared at Wu Shuang, a trace of coldness and anger flashed in his eyes.

From the looks of it, the two seem to have dealt with each other.

At this time, Yang Fan took advantage of Wushuang's sword to shock the audience, and quietly came to the foot of the statue of the Demon Lord of the Nine Nethers... there was a keyhole.

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