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Chapter 876: Help Junior Sister What? !

Murong Leiyu's eyes widened, and every hair on the surface of his body began to burn. Then the burning pain that penetrated deep into his soul made him scream.

"what!!!"

A shrill scream pierced the night sky, and Murong Leiyu's body quickly disintegrated into ashes that drifted away in the wind, while his soul was imprisoned in the Nine Nether Yin Fire and brought back to Zhulong.

After dealing with Murong's family, Zhulong's figure flashed, like a ghost, and rushed straight towards the group of pseudo-realm and half-step divine realm on Xianze Island.

Below, above, two realms of wandering? !

Murong Leiyu's screams naturally attracted Yang Ziwei's attention.

I thought it was surprising enough that the other party had a powerful person in the Divine Wandering Realm, but it turned out that there were two powerful people in the Divine Wandering Realm!

One of them must have just entered the realm of spiritual wandering not long ago, and the other one's aura was extremely strong, and he couldn't even see through it.

The conservative realm is above the seventh level.

damn it.

Didn't Murong Zongyun swear that the other party didn't have any strong people in the Divine Wandering Realm?

Yang Ziwei's face was extremely gloomy. She gently turned the round fan in her hand, and purple petals covered the sky like stars. The current situation did not allow her to complain too much.

It was a two-on-one situation, and the other side had a Divine Wandering Realm expert above the seventh level. He was no match for him at all, and had to get away from here immediately.

Even if they chased me, as long as I could successfully retreat to Murong's house and join forces with the masked man, I would be able to fight them.

Purple petals all over the sky are blown away by the wind, and the world seems to be covered with a hazy purple, making people want to sink into it.

"Boom!"

Thousands of golden lightning bolts poured out from the thunderclouds, madly destroying the purple petals. The sky and the earth were illuminated as brightly as day.

The remaining golden thunder gathered into a dragon head, which opened its bloody mouth and bit towards Yang Ziwei ferociously.

"Buzz!"

Yang Ziwei waved the round fan, and a rain of petals appeared. She waved it forward, and the petals formed into flying swords that stabbed the golden dragon head.

"boom!"

The collision between the two triggered a terrifying energy wave that shook the mountains and the trees.

Energy ripples spread and hit the city defense formation, causing Xuan Xing and others to feel a surge of pressure.

Ying Luo, Zhi Gu and the others were horrified. Was this a fight between two powerful people in the Divine Wandering Realm? !

The residual power alone can be so terrifying.

midair.

With the help of the round fan, Yang Ziwei escaped a thousand meters away.

strangeness.

Why did the guy in the thundercloud give her a feeling of being only for show? Was this the limit of the seventh level of Divine Wandering Realm's strength?

Before she could finish her thoughts, the Sky-Splitting Halberd suddenly appeared and slashed across the sky.

"boom!"

Yang Ziwei used all her strength to activate the round fan to form a layer of petals to surround herself and protect herself.

The halberd came crashing down like a huge black mountain, causing Yang Ziwei's throat to feel hot and she almost vomited blood. The whole person was uncontrollably thrown backwards tens of thousands of meters away by the terrifying force, and only stopped after crashing into a mountain.

"Whoosh!"

Yang Ziwei suppressed the surging blood and energy, and with several secret techniques added to her body, she transformed into a stream of light and quickly fled away.

Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Chen Long transformed into a black and gold lightning and chased after him.

below.

The pseudo-realm of divine wandering is only a fine line away from the real realm of divine wandering, but there is a world of difference between them.

Facing the siege of four pseudo-realms, Zhulong felt no pressure at all. He frightened all the enemies with just one sword.

At the scene, only four people in the Pseudo-Realm could barely fight with him a few times, and the rest who were in the Half-Step Divine Wandering Realm were completely swallowed up by the Nine Nether Yin Fire that followed him like a shadow before they could even touch the corner of his clothes.

Before leaving, Yinzai mentioned that the Ghost Face guy needed the corpses of masters to feed his puppet guards, so the Nine Nether Yin Fire only devoured the souls of those who were in the Half-Step Divine Wandering Realm, without destroying their bodies.

Souls are nourishment for the Nine Nether Yin Fire. The more souls it devours, the stronger it becomes.

Zhulong noticed that Chenlong and Yang Ziwei were moving away quickly, so he stopped holding back.

The dark night!

Endless darkness enveloped all the people on Xianze Island. This time, not only their five senses were stripped away, but also their spiritual consciousness. The eternal night became their despair.

Midnight star!

The darkness was broken by a ray of light. It was an extremely cold ice-blue sun. With the help of the hazy halo, the four pseudo-realms were horrified to find that this was not a sun at all, but an eye staring at them. The owner of the eye was taller than the sky, and the end was as far as the eye could see!

There was no feeling of pain. All the people on Xianze Island were in darkness, shrouded by countless sword lights. The Nine Nether Yin Fire continued to overflow from their wounds, and they fell into eternal darkness in despair.

"Crack!"

The Zhulong sword was sheathed, and the four pseudo-realms and the remaining half-step divine realm in front of him all collapsed to the ground at the same time.

At the same time, a large group of souls appeared in Zhulong's palm. With a thought, the two groups of Nine Nether Yin Fire on his shoulders were like two greedy children, and they devoured the large group of souls in the blink of an eye.

He remembered the locations of the corpses and froze them all with a wave of his hand.

After doing all this, Zhulong flew into the air and covered all directions with his spiritual sense to ensure that no one escaped.

He wanted to chase after him to help, but he received a message from Chen Long.

In order to prevent sneak attacks from enemies in the Divine Wandering Realm, he temporarily stayed in the headquarters.

Chen Long's worries were not unreasonable. Zhu Long sighed and thought it was a pity. He should have let Chen Long clean up these small fish earlier.

Inside the ancient city.

"The battle seems to be over."

Ying Luo moved his ears and found it was surprisingly quiet outside.

"Don't let your guard down. If Chen Long and the others don't come back, we'll stay here forever."

Xuan Xing said in a deep voice.

Everyone nodded, said no more, and continued to stay at their posts obediently.

the other side.

At this time, the fluctuations caused by the battle between Chen Long and Yang Ziwei had been noticed by the masked man.

"Wow, how many things did Shen Yian hide in private that he could even ask a strong man in the Divine Wandering Realm for help." The masked man stood in the attic, full of surprise.

"This is going to be interesting."

As soon as he finished speaking, the masked man suddenly turned his head and raised his eyebrows: "Another guest is here."

"Shh!"

In less than half a cup of tea, two figures fell from the sky.

The leader had an elegant and handsome appearance, with a cold look between his brows. He stood on a jade sword and held a white fan in his hand. His white clothes danced lightly in the evening breeze, and he looked like an immortal banished from the clouds who had descended to the mortal world.

"Is this the Murong family?"

Xie Jin glanced indifferently at the surrounding buildings, and his gaze finally fell on the masked man.

"Yes, I am Murong Zongyun. May I ask if you are from Xianze Island?"

The masked man bowed and saluted.

"Where is Sister Yang?"

Xie Jin asked bluntly.

"Senior Yang has gone to take care of some things."

The masked man answered truthfully.

"Buzz!"

The middle-aged man next to Xie Jin lowered his head: "Sir, I sense the aura of Lord Yang."

"Who did Junior Sister fight with?"

Xie Jin naturally sensed it as well, smiled in surprise, put away the fan with a worried look on his face, and said softly: "If he gets hurt, I, as your senior brother, will be very distressed."

The masked man felt a chill in his heart. He looked like a decent person, but why did his mouth smell so bad? He couldn't be a pervert, so disgusting.

"Let's go help Junior Sister Yang."