Fight Break: Family Ancestor Xuan Emperor Xiao Xuan

Chapter 315 Soul Emperor’s Resurrection Plan

"Blood Shadow is dead!"

"How is it possible? Blood Shadow's speed is so fast. No one among us except the sect leader can catch up with him!"

The death of the Blood Shadow Venerable made several senior officials of the entire Holy Demon Sect fall into a brief silence. After all, in their thoughts, even if the Blood Shadow Venerable was not the opponent of the powerful Dou Zun, he at least wanted to Escape shouldn't be a problem.

In other words, even if he can't run away, if he reports the name of their Holy Demon Sect, this person must still look at the face of their Holy Demon Sect.

However, what was beyond their expectation was that this powerful Dou Zun didn't care at all about giving them the face of the Holy Demon Sect. A person with a fighting power of the level of a venerable killed him at the drop of a hat.

Thinking of this, their faces immediately darkened.

"A slap in the face, this is simply a slap in the face of the Holy Demon Sect."

But based on the opponent's strength, it seems that no one can defeat that strong man except for the sect leader himself.

After all, since the power of the Blood Shadow Lord has escaped from the opponent's hands, it means that the opponent's strength is probably not far behind even if it is not a high-level Dou Zun.

"Sect Master, what should we do next?"

The lean old man narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the leader of the Holy Demon Sect beside him.

"How to do?"

The leader of the Holy Demon Sect also had a gloomy face. At this moment, he wanted to rush over and kill Xiao Yan, but he couldn't figure out the opponent's strength.

If he rashly went over and failed to succeed, it would be a huge disgrace, and it would leave a powerful enemy for the Holy Demon Sect in the future.

Just when the leader of the Holy Demon Sect was hesitating, an evil and cold voice sounded from the hall again.

"Go kill him, you have to kill him, all of you, all of you."

After hearing this voice, everyone's bodies trembled slightly, and they all saluted in one direction.

"Yes, Master!"

"Young Master, where should we go next?"

In the empty valley, Lord Tianhuo and Youmo stood beside Xiao Yan, like two door gods.

Although they are not as good as the two civil and military saints who can see who is fighting whom, they are still two powerful Dou Zun, and they are also veteran Dou Zun. They are still very capable without encountering high-level Dou Zun or even half-saints.

In comparison, they were the Lord of Black Seal City and Liao Du. Since Lord Tianhuo and You Mo were resurrected, the two of them have become more humble and cautious. In the past, they had to serve Xiao Yan alone, but now they have to serve three people.

After all, although everyone is Ma Zi, Dou Zun is Dou Zun.

But they don't care. After all, being able to serve a strong Douzong was something they could brag about in the past. Maybe one day the other party will be happy and give them a few casual tips, which will be enough to help them practice to Douzong. Opportunity.

"The next step is to look for the Netherworld Poison Fire."

Xiao Yan's mind moved slightly. Since his strength reached Dou Zun, his cultivation level has no longer advanced by leaps and bounds like it did in the Xiao clan. Several months have passed since he swallowed Hai Xinyan, and he has never made a breakthrough. To the level of Samsung Douzun.

At this level of cultivation, apart from some great opportunities that are rare among the Xiao clan, the only thing that can help him make rapid progress is the strange fire.

Although Netherworld Poison Fire's ranking is not high, it is more than enough to help him become a three-star Dou Zun.

What's more important is that after swallowing the Nether Poison Fire, his Burning Technique can truly evolve from quasi-heaven-level to heaven-level skills.

By then, Xiao Yan's combat effectiveness will also be raised to another level.

Thinking of this, he also looked at Liao Du beside him.

"Since you know the ruins of the Netherworld Poison Saint, you can take us there."

"Yes, young master!"

Liao Du nodded quickly.

But when he looked at the Lord of Black Seal City beside him, he saw the excitement in each other's eyes.

Although the Nether Poison Saint is a strong Dou Zun, he has been dead for a long time. With three strong Dou Zun joining forces, it may not be difficult to break through the ruins of the Nether Poison Saint.

When the time comes, just giving them a sip of soup from the legacy of the Fighting Saint might be enough to benefit them immensely.

Ever since, in Liao Du's excitement, Xiao Yan and his party also started a short journey in the Southwest Continent.

During this nearly half-month journey, Xiao Yan and others finally saw the mystery and strangeness of the Southwest Continent.

Compared to the relatively barren Northwest Continent and the fertile Zhongzhou, the millions of mountains in the Southwest Continent also contribute to the mystery of this place.

Perhaps due to some historical reasons, many of the top strong men and ethnic groups in the past chose to live in seclusion in the Southwest Continent after their decline, and many strong men also died here.

This has resulted in many seemingly inconspicuous hills in the southwest continent often hiding mysterious spaces. Most of these spaces are dilapidated, but even if a strong Dou Zun enters them by mistake, there will be some dangers.

If they didn't have a pretty good map in their hands, everyone's journey would probably have taken a lot more effort.

While Xiao Yan and his party were on their way, a dark and majestic palace was standing in a mysterious space somewhere in the mountains of the southwest continent.

"I heard that Xiao Yan, a highly valued descendant of the Xiao clan, has come to the Southwest Continent."

In the main hall, the Bone Nether Saint sat in front of Hun Wuya, the master of the Soul Palace, with an excited look in his old, skeleton-like green eyes.

"Jie Jie Jie, I heard that when he went out, he was accompanied by two powerful semi-saints. If he were to be killed, the Xiao clan would definitely be heartbroken."

"And it is said that Soul Niu also died because of this boy."

Thinking of this, the green flames in Guyou's old eyes became even more intense.

"This Xiao Yan cannot be killed yet."

Just as the Bone Nether Saint was rubbing his hands excitedly, Hun Wuya, the master of the Soul Palace sitting opposite him, shook his head slightly.

"Palace Master, why is this?"

The originally excited expression on the Bone Nether Saint's face suddenly dimmed, and there was even a hint of anger in his eyes as he looked at Hun Wuya.

"Is it possible that you have forgotten our soul clan's thousand-year blood feud?"

"Of course not." Hun Wuya sneered, but his face showed a more serious expression.

"A thousand-year blood feud is just one of them, but a thousand-year plan is the foundation! Is it possible that you don't want the clan leader to be resurrected?"

After hearing the words that the patriarch was resurrected, Gu You's originally resentful look was replaced by a look of ecstasy and excitement.

"You mean, the patriarch you are talking about is..."

Having said this, this warrior at the Fighting Saint level actually started to tremble slightly with excitement.

There is only one person in the long history of the Soul Clan who can be called the clan leader by the four-star fighting saint Hun Wuya.

The leader of the Soul Clan, the Emperor of Soul!

Thousands of years ago, one of the most powerful people in this world was the supreme being of the Soul Clan.

"Yes, the seeds have awakened. It's time to bring the clan leader out of the sky tomb."

There was a faint smile on the corner of Hun Wuya's mouth, but it made Gu You even more excited.

"It's just that the Heavenly Tomb is a forbidden place among the ancient tribes. Not to mention that our clan has fallen to this level now. Even in the heyday of our Soul Clan, it would not be easy to break into the Heavenly Tomb."

After being excited for a moment, Gu You finally calmed down and looked at Hun Wuya with confusion.

"Indeed, with the current strength of our clan, trying to break into the Tomb of Heaven is nothing more than a fool's dream. However, you and I don't need to worry about this matter. At this time, there is naturally a lineage of saints in charge. You only need to help me when I need it. Just do what you have to do.”

Hun Wuya smiled slightly, with mystery on his face.

"In that case, I will wait for the good news from the palace master and the saint."

Hearing this, Gu You no longer asked any more questions. With a smile on his face, he bowed slightly to Hun Wuya, and then disappeared from the place.

"Jiejiejie, the clan leader is going to be resurrected, and my soul clan is going to be revived!"

Gu You, who has become a saint, is as happy as a child at this moment, with his old face smiling like a chrysanthemum.

Not long after Guyou disappeared, Hun Wuya turned his gaze to a certain space aside. At this time, the smile in his eyes had disappeared, replaced by a trace of confusion and discomfort.

"What does the clan leader's plan to resurrect have to do with this kid from the Xiao clan? Hunxue, you should give me an explanation why you don't let me kill him."

"Hehe, stupid!"

Cold laughter sounded from the space, and then, a woman wearing a gorgeous black robe slowly emerged from the space.

The woman is tall and plump, with a touch of nobility and sanctity. Although she has gone through thousands of years, no trace of time has been left on her beautiful face.

This is a noble and beautiful woman, and she is also the former saint of the Soul Clan.

Xiao Shaobei’s old mistress, Hun Xue.

"Do you really think that the people of the Xiao clan can't find this small soul world where we are hiding now?"

As soon as Hun Xue appeared, there was a sneer on her mature and beautiful face.

And the vast aura exuding from her body was actually a bit stronger than Hun Wuya.

Hearing her taunt, Hun Wuya's expression changed slightly.

"Then Xiao Xuan of the Xiao Clan is a peerless hero who can defeat even the clan leader. If he really wants to hunt us down, do you think he can hide in this little soul world?"

Hun Xue ignored Hun Wuya's ugly expression and continued: "Xiao Yan is a descendant of Xiao Xuan who is highly valued among the Xiao clan. If you kill him in the Southwest Continent, let alone the clan leader being resurrected. I’m afraid even the last inheritance of the Soul Clan will disappear completely.”

Hun Wuya's face changed again. He intended to refute, but found that he was too pale. Indeed, even the clan leaders and other heroes had fallen into the opponent's hands. If Xiao Xuan was angry, the remaining power of the Hun clan could be easily used at will. erase.

"Are you saying that Xiao Xuan left all this behind on purpose?"

After pondering for a moment, Hun Wuya slowly spoke.

"How can you and I be able to figure out the plans of such people?"

Hearing this, Hun Xue also showed a trace of confusion on her face.

"Perhaps allowing the patriarch to be resurrected is also the plan of this strong man."

Hearing this, Hun Wuya also fell into a brief silence, and then looked at Hun Xue and continued to ask: "I am very curious, with our current weak strength, how can we bring the clan leader out of the sky tomb?"

"This matter is also related to the little guy named Xiao Yan."

Hearing this, Hunxue smiled slightly again.

"That Xiao Yan again?" Hun Wuya was slightly startled.

"Yes, Miaomiao has already been in contact with this boy. When the time comes, I will have a way for that boy to take Miaomiao into the celestial tomb."

Hun Xue smiled faintly and disappeared into the space again.

After Hun Xue disappeared, Hun Wuya complained helplessly: "After all, she is still Xiao Shaobei's old mistress, and she didn't take out anything useful from the Xiao clan."

As soon as he finished speaking, the originally calm space suddenly collapsed, and terrifying energy surged crazily around him, but it did not cause any damage to the surrounding things.

After a while, a dark fist mark appeared in Hun Wuya's left eye and he returned to the main hall.

"Say one more thing and I'll break three of your legs!"

Hun Xue's cold snort came, but Hun Wuya smiled bitterly at this moment.

"Has her realm actually touched the threshold of the Invisible Fighting Saint?"

Half a month later, Xiao Yan and his party finally arrived at an endless swamp.

"Is this the place where you found the ruins of the Nether Poison Saint?"

Xiao Yan looked at Liao Du aside.

"Lord Qi, this is the place."

Liao Du nodded obediently and introduced: "This place is the Nether Poison Lake in the Poison Saint Sect's territory."

"The Poison Saint Sect was the sect founded by the Nether Poison Saint back then. Although the Nether Poison Saint has long since fallen, the Poison Saint Sect with his inheritance is also one of the top forces in the Southwest Continent, with at least two Dou Zun among them. The strong sit in command.

But for some unknown reason, the Netherworld Poison Saint did not inherit the Netherworld Poison Fire in the Poison Saint Sect. "

After hearing Liao Du's words, Xiao Yan also nodded.

The Poison Saint Sect's sphere of influence is not much smaller than that of the Holy Demon Sect, but since there is no saint-level strongman sitting in charge, Xiao Yan naturally doesn't care too much.

Of course, it would be best if there was no conflict.

"Lead the way!"

Xiao Yan waved his hand, and Liao Du spread his fighting spirit wings and flew towards the route in his memory.

The Nether Poison Lake is filled with poisonous gas, and everything is filled with a faint purple color. Just one breath of this layer of poisonous gas is enough to kill a fighting master instantly.

There were countless poisons in the swamp, and Xiao Yan could even feel a seventh-level monster sleeping in the distance.

In the past, Liao Du relied on the pills in his hands to arrive smoothly, but now with Xiao Yan's protection, he can naturally reach the destination smoothly.

After about a stick of incense, Liao Du finally found a small piece of land and slowly stopped.

On the land, there is also a human skeleton. This person is the powerful Dou Huang who was killed by Liao Du with the Nether Poison Fire Crystal.

One or two Poison Fire Crystals may not threaten the other party, but the Poison Fire Crystal that Liao Du brought out from it contained half of the Na Ring.

Unfortunately, in the battle with this Dou Huang, it was almost useless.

"Young Master, this is the place."

Liao Du pointed at the ordinary space in front of him and hit it with a burst of fighting spirit.

There was a faint fluctuation in the originally calm space, followed by a slow rotation, and finally a black hole ten feet in size appeared.

"Is it here?"

Xiao Yan's eyes moved slightly, and he was about to talk about the truth when he heard a sound like a silver bell ringing from not far away.

"Jie Jie Jie, I didn't expect that there is such a treasure here. My aunt is rich!"