C41 Xuanren's Rage

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The jade flute in his hand was turned into powder and was lifted up by the wind, landing in every corner of the Free and Unrestrained Sect. The rain continued to fall and the wind caressed the grass and trees as it swayed back and forth.

Hua Jiu'er raised both her arms, and the bloody aura surrounding her body turned into a sackcloth. She waved her hands, and the bamboo hat that had dropped a long time ago flew back into her hands.

"He actually ran away? How can he explain it to his mother?" Hua Jiu'er said in a low voice. When she came out, she boasted about everything, but she did not expect to escape before anyone could catch her. Moreover, the difference in their cultivation was too great. This news was simply a joke.

He withdrew his gaze and inadvertently glanced into Carefree Palace. "Eh?" Hua Jiu'er was alarmed as she looked towards Xiao Yao Palace.

"There are actually two survivors! They've been fighting for so long and they're hungry. It's time to eat something good." While she was thinking, Hua Jiu'er climbed up the stairs and walked step by step towards Xiao Yao Palace.

Within Carefree Palace, Ping'er struggled back and forth inside a bubble. His fist struck the surrounding walls of the bubble, and only a few bags protruded out of the bubble. Not far away, Dan Qiuyu was quietly lying on the bed, but her collapsed chest had already been restored to its original state.

Tap, tap, tap …

The sound of unhurried footsteps came from the empty hall. When Ping'er saw Hua Jiu'er, she struggled even more fiercely. There were no sounds of fighting outside, and the one who came in was not her master, but this bald youth. Ping'er already knew the outcome.

Hua Jiu'er walked into Ping'er, the smile still on her face. Ping'er stopped struggling and knelt in the bubble, silently crying out to her master, returning the smile to her master.

A child, after all.

"Don't cry, your master is dead, and the way he died is really pretty. Do you want to see it?" If you want to see, I'll show you. " Hua Jiu'er whispered as she looked at Ping'er through the bubbles.

Ping'er tried his best to catch Hua Jiu'er in the bubble, but it was useless no matter how hard he tried.

"This living person is not even comparable to a dead person." Hua Jiu'er turned to look at Dan Qiuyu, who was lying on the side. Dan Qiuyu's eyes were tightly shut, her eyebrows were tightly knitted, and she was constantly mumbling something. Two streams of clear tears flowed down her face, as if she was having a nightmare.

Through the air bubble, Ping'er crazily jumped up again. "Don't touch my senior brother!" Hua Jiu'er looked indifferently at Dan Qiuyu before turning to Ping'er once again, "If I don't touch him, I'll touch you." As she spoke, Hua Jiu'er inserted her hand into the bubble and grabbed Ping'er's neck. Her eyes rolled back and her tongue came out of her mouth. Her face turned purple and her hands and feet were flapping.

Pulling Ping'er in front of her, Hua Jiu'er blew out a mouthful of blood onto Ping'er's face. Ping'er stopped flapping, and her breathing gradually became weaker, as if a thread had been blown away.

In the resplendent main hall of the Heavenly Heart Imperial City, Xuan Ren sat on a golden throne. Below him, there was a person trembling with fear. The main hall was abnormally quiet.

"You only came to report after seven or eight villagers died. What's the use of keeping you? Someone come! " Xuan Ren roared as four golden-armored men walked into the hall. They were tall and burly, but all of them looked like four inscriptions on a piece of metal.

"Drag him out and kill him!" Xuan Ren waved his hand, and the subordinate looked up in panic, crying, "This subject knows his wrongs, I beg the emperor to give this humble subject another chance, I beg the emperor to show mercy!" The man's head hit the floor with a loud thud, blood staining the floor red.

Xuan Ren kept his mouth shut, calmly looking at the man who was still kowtowing. Four burly men in golden armor swiftly came forward and dragged him away.

"Mercy!" The crying sounds resounded in the palace, Xuan Ren remained silent.

"Xuan Ren, you will die a horrible death, Tyrant! You are a tyrant! You will die a horrible death, and sooner or later, you will be punished. "Haha, Xuan Ren, I'll wait for you in the Netherworld …" The man who already knew that he was dead suddenly started laughing crazily. His tears and tears were flowing down his face as he laughed hopelessly.

With a loud clang, a burly man in golden armor emerged from the palace. He drew his saber from his waist, and a deep red color shot up three feet into the sky.

"Annihilate his entire clan." The voice came again from the palace. It was calm and endless, like the might of the heavens. The four golden-armored men hurriedly cupped their hands around the headless corpse and quickly retreated. A few other golden-armored men came forward and skillfully cleaned up the blood in front of the palace.

As an emperor, Xuan Ren heard the most taboo words of an emperor. Killing his entire clan was too light.

"Cannibal lineage, hmph!" Two golden rays of light shot out from his eyes, piercing through the void like lightning and thunder.

Hua Jiu'er grabbed Ping'er's body and walked out of Carefree Palace. She forcefully turned Ping'er's head, pointed at Yan Yi's corpse and said, "Did you see that? He's dead, he's dead!" Ping'er had already fainted long ago. Her small and thin body swayed back and forth with Hua Jiu'er's trembling body.

Two golden beams of light shot straight towards Hua Jiu'er. Hua Jiu'er's pupils constricted as she turned around and threw Ping'er away. The golden light twisted around Ping'er and once again charged towards Hua Jiu'er.

Hua Jiu'er, who was retreating, tore open her chest as blood splattered out from her chest, heading straight for the two golden lights.

Boom!

The blood flower spun and was forced back by the golden light. Hua Jiu'er's expression was dark, the Blood Demon Flower had told him that Xuan Ren would come. He didn't believe it at first, but now he believed it.

"Human Emperor, my mother …"

"Anyone who kills my people must die!" The golden light shattered and reformed into a large golden hand that grabbed at Hua Jiu'er. Hua Jiu'er's expression changed greatly as she lifted her hand to wipe her face. The blood flower that the Blood Demon Flower gave him before it left suddenly lit up.

Creak creak sounds came from the golden hand, and fresh blood dripped from the gaps between his fingers. The golden hand once again loosened its grip on Hua Jiu'er, turning him into a pile of meat paste.

"He ran away?" A light snort came from the void. The giant golden hand disappeared into the void as it chased. The heavenly thunder rumbled, and the golden snake danced wildly.

It was not arranged by the strong or weak, but by the order in which the nine children of the Blood Demon Flower were born. The leader of each clan was the nine children of the Blood Demon Flower, and this was also the direct descendant of the cannibal branch of the tribe. There were also many other branches in other places, such as the Blood Berserker Tribe that Long Chen first encountered.

"Mother, save me!"

The first thing Hua Jiu'er said after shooting out from the void was to ask the Blood Demon Flower for help. Hua Jiu'er had yet to stabilize herself when a large golden hand tore through the void and grabbed onto Hua Jiu'er. The one that died before was not Hua Jiu'er's real body, but an avatar formed from half of his cultivation using his blood essence.

Another creaking sound came from the golden hand, and in an instant, Hua Jiu'er was dead, and a lump of meat paste fell from the sky.

"My son!" A sorrowful cry came from the Blood Blaze Mountain. With a boom, a pillar of blood shot into the sky, "Shameless Xuan Ren!" "How dare you kill my son!" There was no malevolent flower of blood on the Blood Blaze Mountain. Instead, there was a human figure trapped in the blood mist. It was both male and female, and no one knew about it.

Eight figures flew up from the eight tribes below. Six men and two women all had furious expressions. Xuan Ren had yet to appear and there was only one large golden hand in the sky.

"Kill my people, we want to kill him!" Not only to kill him! I want to kill ten thousand of your cannibals to sacrifice to us the souls of hundreds of our people. " Before he could finish his sentence, the golden hand rose up into the sky. It grew bigger and bigger until it eventually covered the entire sky. A sense of oppression came over her, and the Blood Demon Flower roared again and again.

"Xuan Ren, if you dare to hurt my grandson in the slightest, I will spare nothing to make you suffer a heavy loss, not to mention bringing you into that place." The Blood Demon Flower roared.

"Oh? "I'd like to see how you, Hua Ji, caused such great losses to our Tianxin Empire. Also, I want you to bring me there. Do you think you still have a choice?" When Xuan Ren spoke, his domineering attitude was obvious without a doubt.

"Xuan Ren, you've gone too far!" Behind her, a blood-red flower appeared. It stared at the gigantic hand with its one cold eye.

"So what?" Before his voice had even faded, the giant hand that blotted out the sun came crashing down, and the blood blossomed, blocking the incoming giant hand. After a few breaths of time, the giant golden hand rumbled down, and the tribe's cannibal tribe members scattered in all directions, but they could not escape from the palm of the hand.

"Xuan Ren!" This time, what came out wasn't a flower of blood, but a giant insect. The insect was snow-white and had a crack on its forehead. Darkness surged within the crack, and it seemed as if the sky would turn black the moment it opened. If Long Chen was here, he would definitely recognize this insect. It was the transformed form of the fat man in the cannibal bloodline, Bai Yu. Even the might of the white jade in the hands of a person with such low cultivation was extraordinary, let alone this white jade in the hands of Hua Ji.

Xuan Ren sat on the golden throne, his eyes squinting as he stared at the void, muttering nonstop, not knowing what to say. Following which, his index finger moved slightly as a line of words appeared in the void, disappearing into the void.

"You better not move, or you'll all die!" "A voice called out. Hua Ji turned her head in the direction of the voice and her eyes narrowed. There was a person approaching, dressed in a red robe with a dragon wrapped around his body, with a hideous scar across his face. His entire body was releasing a distorted heat wave.

Hua Ji did not make a sound, as though her throat was blocked by something. If Xuan Ren said that he would kill her, he would at least consider Hua Ji's trump card to bring him there, but this person did not, so if he said that he would kill her, he would not make a mistake. He was a complete madman, but at the same time, he was so strong that it caused others to feel despair.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! "Boom!

Another four booms rang out and five huge palm prints appeared on the ground. The palm prints were filled with blood and flesh. Hua Ji looked at everything below her, not daring to say a word. She glanced at the king in fear and tried her best not to flare up.

The giant golden hand dissipated and Xuan Ren retreated, but Hua Ji did not dare to take a breath, staring straight at King Zhou.

"Forget about it. If you dare to offend me, Tianxin, then you're really dead." After he finished speaking, King Xuan's figure became blurry, and he disappeared from where he stood.

"Tianxin Royal Family, I will remember this grudge. Sooner or later, I will return it to you." Hua Ji spoke in a cold voice and turned her head to settle her children down, "Bring some descendants from the branch family back." He turned around and returned to the Blood Blaze Mountain.

Xuan Ren continued to look into the distance, his gaze focused on Bloodfire Mountain. He muttered, "Yes and no, I never thought that this Blood Demon Flower would have such an identity. It would be a pity to kill it, but it will still be useful in the future."