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Clang! Clang! Clang! The sound of the collision finally stopped.

Ling Jun and Zhu Qiuyan were only separated by a single arm.

No one made a move, and no one was afraid that he would stand up again after knocking the opponent down. The stronger the will, the stronger the life. Naturally, he had to save the last strike.

When there were only three breaths left, a phantom suddenly appeared beside the two who had been standing blankly for a long time. One was green, while the other was gold. The shadows crashed into each other. Blood spurted from the two bodies as they leaned forward.

Ling Du had already gathered the remaining energy in his hands and tightly gripped onto the God Slaughtering Spear.

Without any support, Zhu Qiuyan crashed onto the ground after launching her final attack.

With one move to determine victory or defeat, he fell and had no chance to stand up again.

Zhu Qiuyan bitterly tilted her body. It was already impossible for her to pull out her weapon to support her collapsed body. She tried to pull out her spirit but to no avail.

After the match ended, thunderous applause rang out from the audience.

Zhu Yong let out a long breath. He was glad that Zhu Qiuyan was still alive. As long as he was alive, he was still Zhu Qiuyan. That genius of the Zhu Family who would never admit defeat. He could only hate himself for not being able to defend the great sword left behind by Zhu Xian.

Ling Du held Zhu Qiuyan up, chuckled and said, "Hehe, let's fight again next time."

"Don't be conceited, I'll break this broken spear first next time." Zhu Qiuyan hated herself for losing so brazenly. He always thought of suppressing Ling Jing.

The little soul spear was in a bad mood, "Next time I'll be able to defeat you by myself."

Zhu Qiuyan pointed at the God Slaughtering Spear, clenched her teeth and said, "Alright, I accept your challenge."

The battle was over, but there was still one more important thing that happened.

Distribution of prizes.

Ling Jun regained control of the Mortal Soul Sword.

The first and second place were placed on the main platform, Gu Xiaofeng was the most dignified person in comparison. She flew up.

The prizes for second and third place were announced. One was in the heavenly lake saint realm, the other was in the sea of clouds.

Zhu Qiuyan chose to enter the Heaven Lake Divine Realm, and Gu Xiaomo chose to enter the illusory realm of the sea of clouds.

At the same time, Zhu Yong announced, "Zhu Qiuyan will be the Saint Lord of the Heaven Lake Divine Palace, Gu Xiaoman will be the Saint Lord of the Cloud Sea."

Boom, reward site, no wonder I saw it in real life! A feudal fiefdom with countless secrets hidden within. With this letter, the two of them entered the sage realm. This prize was way more valuable than the Yan Soul Sword.

Legends said that there were godly beasts in the Heaven Lake Ruins, and peerless treasures could possibly be found in the illusion of the sea of clouds. Ling Du's eyes went dry with greed. He knew, of course, that he was not to be forgiven.

The Heavenly Soul Sword that had been left five thousand years ago finally returned to him. He really wanted to step onto Yan Hun and travel the world.

Regardless of whether he was willing to accept this reality or not, Zhu Yong had to announce that both the Yan Soul Sword and the top-grade soul stone had been obtained.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the crystal chest containing the Yan Soul Sword slowly opened.

Zhu Qiuyan and Gu Xiao-Li gnashed their teeth as they stared at the box.

The spirits mustered their strength and walked over to the box.

The familiar sword lay quietly in front of his eyes, Spirit Master's hands slowly reaching out to Yan Hun. This sword carried his entire life, and his hands moved just a foot away, Spirit Master's mind had already spanned over a thousand years.

When he touched the Yan Soul Sword again, the first image that appeared in his mind was actually the altar. Unconsciously, he tightened his grip on the blade of the sword.

Chi Chi. The sharp blade cut through Ling Jun's finger. A gentle force followed the wound and entered his body. Ling Jun's arm instantly turned a deep purple.

"Three Corpse Curse!" Zhu Qiuyan exclaimed, she wanted to step forward and save him. His path had long since been blocked as Protector B slowly walked towards Ling Jun. With a smile, he said, "Marshal Zhu, it's time to announce the reward."

How could the spiritual energy possibly have the strength to resist this Bone Rotting Curse? The Three Corpses Curse was a type of incantation, and also a type of poison. It was created from true strength but had no smell, and could be hidden anywhere.

The person hit by the curse wouldn't be able to sense it and it wouldn't immediately flare up. Only when his body was injured would this kind of spell start to work.

Before Zhu Qiuyan could reach Ling Jun, she had already raised her left hand and chopped at her right hand.

Peng! His entire body was locked up. How could Zhu Yong let him test to see if he was poisoned? If this incantation couldn't be done, it could still be dispelled. Once it activated, there was a high chance of survival.

The platform fell into a deathly silence. The Eastern Emperor could only sigh. He sympathized with Lingshui while at the same time, slightly thanking him. If it wasn't for the fact that both of his hands were bleeding unexpectedly, he would have died in the unknown.

Everyone was poisoned, and it wasn't just the contestants that Xin Rao wanted to kill. Zhu Yong was taken aback. He didn't understand why Xin Rao wouldn't even spare him. He stared at Protector B, preventing him from making a move against Zhu Qiuyan.

Protector B said, "Marshal Zhu, what are you still standing there for? Everyone in the audience is waiting. "

Zhu Yong opened the jade slip that Xin Rao had given him and read aloud, "Give the first place to Prince Zhong Lie."

When Ling Jun heard this, he laughed heartily. He recalled that he had once planted a Withering Blood Curse on Rao Yu, and now that he had returned the more vicious method, it could also be considered a kind of cause and effect.

He lifted Yan Hun up with his left hand, which had long since turned a deep purple. "I'll keep the sword and give it to you to bring back. Also, tell Xin Rao that within three years, I'll definitely take his head."

You still dare to claim that you can live for three years after being hit by the Three Corpses Curse? Protector B chuckled, "If Spirit General does not accept the bestowment, then I can only retract my sword."

"How dare you!" A low echo came from the sky.

"Who's so bold?" Protector B immediately tensed up. This aura was the same as when Wu Zun fled.

After a gust of wind, a man wearing a green daoist robe kneeled in front of Ling Jun and said, "Purple Cloud Sect's chief protector, Yun Chen, greets the sect master."

The voice was loud and clear, the words were concise, but the momentum was like a tidal wave that reached the heavens.

Bang, bang, bang. Four more people descended onto the platform. Day, month, spirit, and spirit. A chorus of greetings to Ling Jun.

Protector B and the others were stunned. Her first thought was to escape. He was also under the effects of the curse. If they were to fight, he would definitely explode. Even if he wanted to escape, he would need strength.

Ling Quan understood, the succession ceremony that Yun Chen and the others had prepared had already begun. "Where are the sect disciples?"

Yun Chen did not say anything, but a loud shout came from the crowd, "Purple Cloud Sect disciples greet the sect master."

Swish! Swish! Swish! A third of those who were kneeling actually did so. More than five thousand people.

Protector B exclaimed, "Ling Jun, you want to rebel?"

"When I raise my army, I will use you as a sacrifice," said Spirit.

After Ling Jun finished speaking, Protector Jiu was the first to take action as he locked onto Protector B.

"Traitor, let me go." Protector B could only let out a dry roar as he placed the delicate knife in his hand against her cheek. How could she dare to move?

Ling Jun smiled and said, "Let her go. Today is the grand day of the sect. It's not right for us to kill each other." Not only did he want to end this quickly, he also wanted to keep fighting for the sake of a single breath. And to get more people to show up. Since Xin Rao was plotting this murder, he definitely had more than one protector.

Shua, the Protector returned to his position.

You are humiliating the Empire by humiliating me. She could not bear the humiliation. I am not someone you can kill as you please; I am someone you can release as you please.

"The order from Ling Jun infuriated Protector B, while she silently channeled her powers." I am the one who holds your destiny in his hands. "

"Skynet." Protector B didn't attack the people on the stage, but the audience.

Yun Chen and the rest instantly surrounded Protector B, but Protector B had his chips in hand. " Touch me and your Purple Cloud Sect will be destroyed again. "

Zhu Yong found his balance. At the very least, Protector B was under the effects of the curse. Xin Rao did not suspect the Zhu Family. Ever since his spiritual soul had been born, he no longer worried about how sincere he was. Others would not be able to see it.

It wasn't just the people of the Violet Cloud Sect who were trapped by the Heaven's Net, it was also the new citizens. Of course, all of them were now in the hat of treason.

If I don't touch you, I'll break your Heavenly Net! The Five-word Battle Sword seemed to have awoken from its slumber as the Five-word Battle Sword let out a bright glow from its raised left hand.