C40 Xiao Yao Shang

Hua Jiu'er stood in the air, her severed arm quickly sprouting out a new flesh. As it wiggled, it began to heal, and with its good hand, it reached out to the formation that was about to dissipate. With a palm strike, a huge bud like a heavy hammer shot straight towards the Lander Peak.

Boom!

Rocks flew in all directions, and rows after rows of houses flew into the air. The remaining light of the formation transformed into specks of light, and the peak of the Rippling Mountain began to shake as it rumbled, causing dust to fly into the air and the peak to collapse.

Blood was flowing rapidly in Hua Jiu'er's eyes, and the endless blood qi behind her was surging along with her heaving chest. That arm had already grown out. Hua Jiu'er looked at the collapsing peak coldly, anger filling her eyes.

Xiao Chen clenched his fists. Previously, he did not see anyone inscribing an array. Xiao San used his explosion to prove that someone was inscribing an array. Why did he not see it? The dark faced Hua Jiu'er swept her gaze downwards.

Yan Yi had already formed hand seals within his sleeves. If Hua Jiu'er were to make a move, he would have already made his move. By his side, Qing Ze and the others also did the same.

"Prince of Yan, do you still recognize me?" Hua Jiu'er suddenly said.

Yan Yi was shocked as he stared at Hua Jiu'er, not knowing what was going on. Qing Ze and the others were also shocked, as they had a faint premonition of an ominous premonition.

"Hua Jiu'er, are you trying to be shameless?" Yan Yi said coldly.

"You're being shameless?" You don't have the qualifications for me to go back on my word. " Hua Jiu'er smiled contemptuously.

Yan Yi did not say a word. His five small flags were overflowing with light and were ready to soar into the sky at any moment.

"It seems you've really forgotten. Do you still remember that young man who massacred several villages in Yan Country?" As Hua Jiu'er spoke, she tore off her robe. On her chest, there was a bowl-sized scar along with a ferocious flower of blood. On her back, there was also a bowl-sized scar.

"It's you!" Yan Yi's pupils constricted. Before he could finish his sentence, he had already struck out brazenly, and the others from the Green Swamp also attacked at the same time.

At the same time, Yan Yi put his hands together, and five small flags shot up into the sky. He pointed two fingers at Hua Jiu'er, and with the four horns pointed downwards, the pole also coiled around the top of Hua Jiu'er's head.

"My heart is at ease." The black and white in Yan Yi's eyes dispersed, and replacing them was a pool of water that did not waver. The flute spun, and many chains grew out from within, the tip of the chains turning into a sharp awl, like a poisonous snake that was rushing towards Hua Jiu'er.

A huge shadow appeared behind each of the three people of Green Dragon, White Tiger, and Black Tortoise. The three divine beast silhouettes dashed straight towards the flute and drilled through the hole on the flute.

Hua Jiu'er did not dodge. Her lips were still curled up as she smiled sinisterly at Yan Yi and the rest, allowing the chains to pierce through her body as she bit down on her body.

The blood-red color that dyed the sky slowly scattered in the wind.

The chains on the flute flickered with a golden light, and the seven notes connected together to form a line that flowed into Hua Jiu'er's body. The blood that was circulating in Hua Jiu'er's pupils slowly stopped, and the threads of gold flowed into her, her eyes becoming unusually dull.

Followed by a few cracking sounds, Hua Jiu'er's body was torn apart by the three divine beasts, turning into a rain of blood, falling down one after another through the shadow of the flute.

"Dead?" Yan Yi was in disbelief, and the three people of the Verdant Tarn Empire were also in disbelief. Hua Jiu'er had already reached the peak of the Infantry Division and was just a hair away from breaking through. How could she die so easily?

Yan Yi furrowed his brows. He did not believe that Hua Jiu'er was dead, and the smile on her face before she was torn apart was deeply imprinted into his mind. He was sure that Hua Jiu'er would not die so quickly. The five small flags were quietly floating in the air, and the chains were swaying about within them.

Yan Yi was silent, his nerves taut. He could feel the undulations from his surroundings. Qing Ze, Bai Hong and Xuan Lu were looking at each other, unsure of the reason.

Puff

Sounds of air leaking could be heard from below. The four quickly lowered their heads.

The red fog that was scattered by the wind was sucked into the lungs of the disciples below. All of their faces flushed red, and the veins on their bodies bulged out as a hideous flower of blood appeared on their chests.

The blood blossomed out from his body, releasing a pu pu sound, the disciples who were standing below fell down one after another, the blood on their chests fluttered in the wind, the flower petals slowly spread open, and the one eye inside stared coldly at the four people who were helpless.

"Hua Jiu'er, if you have the guts, come out and fight me!" Don't hurt my disciple! " His clothes fluttered in the wind, and he had a ferocious look on his face. He saw with his own eyes the people below him falling one by one, and the looks of despair on their faces when they fell was like a knife cutting through Yan Yi's heart. The many disciples that he had painstakingly nurtured fell one by one, feeling heartache.

"Hua Jiu'er!" Come out if you have the guts! " Yan Yi roared.

In just ten breaths of time, all of the disciples below had turned into a flower of blood. Even a few Building Force Elders had lasted for several breaths of time, and most of the disciples of an ordinary sect were in the Qi Condensation stage. The Core Formation stage disciples were all outstanding disciples, and the Spirit Transformation stage disciples were even rarer. However, within these ten breaths, a sect had disappeared. This was all the hard work of Yan Yi, and many disciples had been personally brought back by him. How could Yan Yi not feel pain?

Blood blossoms were strange and blood-red, and they were bloodthirsty. If one looked closely, one would notice that there was a person sitting cross-legged within the ice-cold eyes of the blood flower. It was indeed Hua Jiu'er.

The blood flowers melted into liquid and flowed towards the low-lying areas. The blood of nearly a thousand people gathered in one place like streams.

"Ahh!" Yan Yi roared in rage. His eyes were crimson, and his hair was disheveled. He looked like a mad devil as he performed an incantation gesture and pointed down toward the blood.

All the blood congealed together, forming a human shape, it was Hua Jiu'er, as the gigantic flute landed, Hua Jiu'er raised one of her palms, a spider web like crack appeared beneath her feet, but the figure remained unmoving, easily catching the flute, the evil smile on Hua Jiu'er's face still remained.

Looking down at Hua Jiu'er, the expressions of Qing Ze and the rest changed drastically. Yan Yi laughed with sorrow. His laughter was pitiful as two streams of blood flowed down his face.

"I didn't expect to break through here." Hua Jiu'er softly said, as her hand that was holding onto the flute began to spin. The flute exploded into a sky full of glittering light, and the five small flags flew back. Yan Yi raised his hand to stop the small flag that was flying back, and once again formed a seal with his hand. A small flag appeared above his head, and the other four small flags revolved around his body at a crazy speed. The phantom of a divine beast appeared behind the three of them.

Hua Jiu'er raised her head to look at Yan Yi and the others, her body completely naked. A bloody flower was imprinted on her bald head, the blood in her eyes was spinning, the blood on her chest was flowing freely, and her one eye was staring coldly at Yan Yi and the others.

A jade flute slipped from his sleeve into his hand, and he slowly brought it to his lips. Whistling sounds came from the flute, and a sorrowful breath came out from the hole in the flute.

"All of you humans love to do this sort of thing." Hua Jiu'er smiled as she stepped into the air, as though she was treading on a flight of stairs, and stood 100 feet away from Yan Yi.

"Evil creature, hand your life over!" He rushed towards Hua Jiu'er. At the same time, azure light surged out of Qing Ze's body, and a green dragon wrapped around the figure as it charged towards Hua Jiu'er. A black tortoise appeared beside Xuan Lu.

Hua Jiu'er casually waved her hand, and three blood flowers flew toward the three people of the Verdant Tarn Empire, not even sparing them a glance. At this moment, the person Hua Jiu'er was truly concerned about was the changed Yan Yi.

Tears and blood stained his face, the music of the flute was still the same. The sadness melted into the rain, the five small flags formed a curtain of light that protected Yan Yi inside.

As soon as the sound of the flute reached her ears, Hua Jiu'er's eyes momentarily lost their liveliness and became dull. However, it was only for a moment before she woke up. She stared at Yan Yi in surprise.

Just as Hua Jiu'er was lost in thought, Yan Yi Xue's eyes opened wide in fury. She waved her flute, causing the wind to blow. The flute instantly grew larger, causing Hua Jiu'er to resemble a tower.

The flute was continuously lifted up, and a blood-red light shot out from the gap. With a low growl, the flute soared into the sky. Hua Jiu'er flew out from the ground, grabbed the flute and swept it across. The trio were beaten until they vomited blood and fell far away.

He turned his head to look at Yan Yi, "You are a talent, no wonder your master did not hesitate to take you in as his enemy, it's a pity, but today I will still kill you, your flute pierced through my body, today I will use your flute to pierce your body as well."

Yan Yi reached out and grabbed a small flag in front of him. With a wave of the small flag, countless golden spears formed and shot towards Hua Jiu'er, fighting against the thousands of blood flowers behind Hua Jiu'er.

Drops of rain fell down like silver needles. Hua Jiu'er turned to look at the bloodstains on her shoulder which were caused by the rain, and a huge yellow hand shot straight towards her, grabbing her tightly. Trees grew out from the palm and stabbed into her body, and a fire dragon appeared, shooting straight towards the center of Hua Jiu'er's eyebrows.

"If it was the real Five Elements Flag, I would still have some scruples. However, how could a few dilapidated fakes dare to trap me?" Hua Jiu'er's entire body was covered in a bloody glow. Her yellow palm had cracked, and the trees had turned to ash. The droplets of rain rolled back into the sky, and the fire dragon disappeared before it could even reach Hua Jiu'er.

The flute was enveloped in a bloody light, and in the blink of an eye, it had turned back into the size of a bowl. Hua Jiu'er's blood-red light flashed, and in the next moment, it appeared right behind Yan Yi, and fresh blood dripped from the flute. Without even looking back, Hua Jiu'er threw out the flute. The flute drew a long line and with three puffing sounds, the three corpses fell lifelessly to the ground.

Yan Yi coughed out a large mouthful of blood, painfully struggling on the ground. The bloody hole on his chest was dripping with fresh blood.

Hua Jiu'er landed on the ground, and stepped on Yan Yi's neck. Yan Yi struggled to turn his head, and Hua Jiu'er stomped hard on his foot, causing a crisp sound to ring out.

Yan Yi died. Before he died, his fingers had dug deep into the earth, and his lips were tightly pressed together. His eyes were wide open as he looked at Carefree Palace, and then at Ping'er, who was still crying. He died.

A handful of the Will Breaking Fire could burn away all worldly matters. Six clear and flawless, kowtowing to the day and night. The child's sincere words were a blow to his heart of steel. If it missed, then the Netherworld would seek an afterlife.