Life script: Destiny's villain, I kill the protagonist

"Dahuang, Yuling, Shanhai, Fengshen, Wuding, Taiyi, and Wuliang, there are a total of seven holy land-level saints, and they haven't appeared yet!"

Someone searched for a long time among the densely packed crowd, but they never found any trace of these senior experts.

Although there are not many of them, their strength and weight are definitely not light.

Not only has the saint level, the hard power to sweep Zhongzhou, but also possesses Godless soldiers, capable of hitting the emperor's attack.

Right now, even their meager disciples have all passed through the devil's blood mist, so there is no reason why a group of saints who are carrying the emperor's soldiers will have any accidents.

"Could it be that the holy land that fought that powerful dragon descendant is one of them?"

"It hasn't appeared at this time, doesn't it mean that the dragon descendants in the devil's blood mist won the imperial battle!" Someone gasped and shouted in horror.

This speculation is terrible, but it is also very true.

Since it is a battle, there must be a time when the winner is determined.

The previous imperial battle ended in the blood mist, and everyone couldn't see it clearly, and they didn't know who would win and who would lose, but they could only see from the ripples of power that escaped.

The breath of one side completely disappeared.

On the other hand, it is magnificent and grand.

Originally, many people thought that the emperor soldiers from a certain holy land should have won the victory, beheading the sinister demons for them, and bought them a chance, so they passed the blood fog smoothly without causing any losses.

And this moment.

The absence of strength at the level of the seven holy lands all shows that the winner of that amazing battle should be the mysterious dragon descendant.

The holy land that fought against demons was either defeated or lost.

"But this can't be explained. The forces of the seven holy lands disappeared together."

"The seven land soldiers, even if they encounter the resurrection of the emperor, they may not be powerless to resist. They will never be wiped out in just half a day. This is too exaggerated."

Some people couldn't believe this reality, and they seized the seven holy places to hide together and began to question.

But few responded.

"Maybe, they saw the true face of the mysterious enemy and were scared away." Someone whispered silently, bringing a haze.

This possibility is definitely not small. Everyone's scalp is numb, and it feels like there are countless ants crawling on their backs.

The inexplicable disappearance of the Seven Saints has cast a terrifying shadow over the originally mighty and confident treasure hunt.

As a distinguished guest of the Great Desolation Dynasty, Meng Luo had followed her powerful guardian to the other side of the devil's blood mist.

Her complexion was not pretty, it could even be said to be full of gloom.

"Without the seven emperor soldiers to open the way, I'm afraid the back road will be even more difficult, and it may be that the cards will be exposed."

"But I am bound to win this trip. It is my grandfather's high expectations for me, and I must not live up to it."

Meng Luo whispered in her heart, and turned her gaze to the front.

Yuan Tianshi Gufeng also hid in the crowd, scratching his head in confusion.

Although, he and Su Xunge reached a covenant to harm the powerhouses of the Holy Land Dynasty and consume their strength.

But there is indeed no fatal danger in the devil's blood mist.

"Could it be that my cheap master's record is wrong?"

"Or is there another change in Juelong Ridge in the millennium?"

Gu Feng was extremely puzzled. After thinking about it for a long time, he still couldn't understand why the Seven Sages, who held the emperor's armament, would fall into the ordinary devil's blood mist.

"Could it have something to do with Brother Su?" Gu Feng was behind the crowd, and found the luxurious and shining Moon Chariot hanging high in the sky.

Su Xunge was too mysterious and left a deep impression on him.

Moreover, the only one who can harbor hostility towards the saints of many holy land dynasties here is the noble son Tianjiao of the Great Xia Dynasty.

If the influence factors of external forces are excluded, the person who is most likely to cause such a tragedy is definitely Su Xunge who is most suspected.

"But this is a bit too exaggerated. Those are seven emperor soldiers, not seven urchins. How could they fail so easily."

"I should have thought of it."

Gu Feng muttered to himself in a voice that only he could hear.

But they didn't notice that on the Yiyue chariot, Su Xunge was holding the wisdom pearl, looking down at the eyes of all living beings.

"The fourteen Holy Land forces, after my intimidation in the devil's blood mist, have lost half of them, and now there are only three or four emperor soldiers that can be easily mobilized."

"And there are still many passes on the way. When I reach the real treasure burial place, I am afraid that no one can be my opponent."

Su Xunge shook his fingers lightly, feeling satisfied with his victory.

In Juelong Ridge, the fewer people who can compete with him, the more likely he is to catch all the treasures inherited from the Blood Dragon Demon Court.

This is a rare opportunity.

Among them, there may be a magic medicine of immortality, or even a supreme treasure like the Emperor Armament, which is definitely worth his calculation.

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Chapter 332 The treasure is close at hand, the horror and danger of the last level

The mournful atmosphere lasted for a long time.

Many monks were terrified by the weakening of the quest team.

But what they embarked on was a dead end with no possibility of turning back.

Without the protection of the emperor's soldiers, even if they had the intention of retreating, they would not dare to set foot on the terrifying road ahead.

Only the large number of people at present can give them psychological protection.

The army moved on.

Within a few days, the remaining fierce hurdles were overcome.

All of them can be called dangerous and abnormal, appalling.

Without the cover of the emperor's soldiers and without the powerful force to suppress the danger, the army can only use human lives as a bridge to pass through.

For this, he paid the price of bloodshed.

Wait until the last level, before breaking the dragon's throat.

Out of the tens of thousands of monks, there are less than a thousand left.

Those who can survive until now are the elite of the elite, the strongest of the strong.

Passed the test of blood and fire.

now.

Looking at the last hurdle, it was like a huge dragon's head that was severed by a sharp blade and experienced petrochemical deposition, like a mountain lying in front of everyone.

It is thousands of feet high, majestic and ups and downs, with a pair of twin peaks like dragon horns piercing into the sky above.

At the foot of the mountain, on top of the mountain with a muzzle-like structure, there is a wide and deep corridor that can accommodate hundreds of people.

The light can be vaguely seen from it, and the opposite seems to be a fairyland blessed with singing birds and fragrant flowers, full of treasures.

In the eyes of everyone, there is a color of relief.

"Finally, is there only this dragon head left? The 33-day pass is nothing more than that. The treasure of the blood dragon demon court belongs to me!" People will surely find the ultimate treasure.

Unable to restrain the greed in his heart, he turned into a blue rainbow and fled towards the narrow, long and deep corridor.

Immediately, a saint monk was furious: "Damn it, I have gone through hardships, protect you, the treasure should belong to us, you young man is presumptuous!"

He shouted loudly, the young monk who escaped from the crowd first coveted his inheritance.

The moment is to use means to kill him.

A sharp spear appeared in his hand, shining with a dim green light, and it seemed that he was about to get out of his hand in the next moment, nailing the reckless young monk to death on the cliff.

But it's not waiting for him to make a move.

suddenly.

There was a burst of darkness, and there seemed to be an inexplicable sound of throat rolling and saliva flowing.

The Dragon's Throat Tunnel, which could still see a ray of light, was suddenly covered with scarlet blood.

Like a demon crawling out of hell, the thick blood-colored foreign objects wriggled and twisted, condensed and formed in a short period of time, and turned into a series of hideous and terrifying blood-colored little dragons.

The moment the young disciple was about to enter the tunnel, countless dragons swarmed up.

A frightened expression instantly filled the face of the young monk.

This scene was so terrifying, it was almost like the end of the world, and the raging greed in his heart instantly calmed down, and the desire to survive overwhelmed everything at this moment.

Compared with treasures and inheritance, he wants to save his own life at this moment.

"No! Don't!" He yelled in horror as he backed away quickly.

Just before he was about to plunge into the tunnel covered with blood dragons, he reluctantly stopped.

Looking at the terrifying scene that seemed to be entangled in hell by demons, the young monk panted heavily, feeling grateful for the rest of his life after the catastrophe.

One more step forward, and he would be the victim of this horrific scene.

But fortunately, my cultivation base is profound, and my escape method is profound, so I escaped the catastrophe.

But he wasn't happy for long.

next moment.

A strange sound like teeth being grinded dryly came out of the dragon cave.

Between lightning and flint.

Numerous entangled and twisted tiny demonic blood dragons swelled and swarmed out, tearing and swallowing the young monk like a monstrous mouth.

Without any sound, the young monk does not exist in the world.

Only the scalp-numbing chewing sound of Evil Fallen still echoed on the giant mountain of Longshou.

"This..." All the monks who saw this scene felt a chill go straight to the sky.

It's just death. As practitioners, they have seen a lot.

But such a weird and terrifying scene caught their eyeballs.

"What the hell is that, it makes me sick to my stomach!"

"I have seen it condensed into a dragon shape. Could it be some kind of unknown dragon creature?"

"No matter what it is, I will never set foot in it. I would rather die in battle than be the ration of this disgusting thing!"

The noisy sound suddenly exploded the pot.

At this moment, many monks felt extremely disgusted and fearful of the horrible and weird scene just now.

Especially those saints and monks, who also showed worry about this.

"I can't see through the strength and weakness, I don't know the cultivation base, what are those dragon-shaped tentacles and flesh?"

"I can feel that even if I enter it, I will be swallowed instantly, and there is no other end other than that."

"Could it be possible to use the emperor's soldiers!"

Faced with such a terrifying and frightening scene, even the saint couldn't help feeling chills all over his body, and subconsciously wanted to use the power of the emperor's soldiers to forcibly open the passage full of weird dragons.

But at the moment.

After experiencing many previous hardships, the remaining imperial soldiers of the Holy Land Dynasty have already been revived in turn.

If you want to push it forcefully, it's not impossible.

But it is by no means as simple as empty talk.

The power of the emperor soldier is vast, but it is just a weapon. It needs someone to guard it. Only a real emperor-level figure can exert its full power.

Previously, these saints used their inherited blood to resuscitate once, which was already the limit of what they could do without harming themselves.

If they still want to use the imperial soldiers to cross the catastrophe right now, the price they need to pay is unacceptable to them.

If it is light, it will be drained of blood, and if it is serious, it will be injured for hundreds of years.

If it is more serious, it will be deprived of the spirit of repairing the weapon, the realm will fall, and the way will be damaged.