Chapter 426 The Battle Of Immortals

So.

The aggressive Divine Flame Bird suddenly landed an inch away from Xu Han and the others.

Its head fiercely fell to the ground and its body violently flapped. Especially its pair of enormous wings, it continuously flapped and raised waves of fire. However, even so, it still did not stand up again.

Because above its head stood a small wooden box. At least, the size of that wooden box was not surprising compared to its enormous body.

However, the wooden chest seemed to be extremely heavy, pressing down on its head like Mount Tai.

Seemingly unable to withstand such a heavy pressure, the Vermillion Bird's mouth began to let out bursts of mournful cries. Then, cracks that were like poisonous snakes gradually appeared on its body. The cracks appeared extremely abruptly and quickly, covering its entire body in an instant.

Its struggles gradually became powerless. After a few breaths, its wings were completely lowered. Then, with a crisp sound, its enormous body shattered like glass at that time.

The flames that filled the sky scorched the earth black, and thick smoke rose up.

At that time, a figure slowly landed on the wooden box and looked coldly at Lu Houde and the others with his hands behind his back.

" Master Wei !"

Naturally, there was no need to think too much. The person who attacked was Master Wei.

Xu Han and the others revealed peculiar expressions as they called out at that time. They knew very well that Master Wei's appearance was exactly what the other party wanted. Apart from being worried, everyone else was blaming themselves.

"I'm finally out." Compared to the worries of Xu Han and the others, Lu Houde and the others revealed sinister smiles.

Master Wei's clothes stirred. He narrowed his eyes and stared at Lu Houde . There was not much anger in his eyes. Instead, there was a trace of deep sorrow in his eyes.

"Thousands of years…"

"It's my fault that Wu Xiaohe's inheritance has fallen into such a state."

"Humph!" Hearing this, Lu Houde snorted coldly, "What is this old thing? You can actually casually mention the name of our Crimson Firmament Sect's ancestor?"

His sect leader had been waiting in the shadows for a long time. He only waited for this Master Wei to appear. Even if the other party was an immortal, his previous injuries would not have recovered in time. In his opinion, Master Wei was definitely not his sect leader's opponent. He naturally pretended to be a fox and did not fear the old man in front of him.

Pa!

But just as he said that, a fiery pain came from Lu Houde 's side.

Before he could regain his senses, he felt a blur in front of him, and a figure dressed in white appeared in front of him.

Although the voice was facing away from him, the burning flame embroidered on the back of the white robe still allowed Lu Houde to recognize the other party's identity.

He did not have the courage to criticize the other party for attacking him. Instead, he knelt down with a face full of fear and shouted, " Lu Houde respectfully welcomes the Sect Leader!"

The surrounding disciples also came to their senses at that time. They all followed Lu Houde's example and knelt down, shouting, "Disciple respectfully greets the Sect Leader."

"Charge against our ancestors, this palm strike was made by me on behalf of the old gentleman." The white-robed man did not turn around, but an ice-cold voice sounded at that moment.

Of course, Lu Houde was puzzled. This was originally to cause trouble for Master Wei, but why did his sect leader suddenly address him as an ancestor? However, he did not dare to be disobedient at this moment. He hurriedly lowered his head and said, "Thank you for your teachings, Sect Leader."

…

This time, Xie Min Yu was no longer in front of Xu Han and the others, but he himself.

He was much younger than Xu Han and the others had imagined. He looked at least around 30 years old, and was even much younger than Ning Zhumang and the others. In fact, to an immortal like him who had lived for hundreds of years, his appearance was not something that could be used to measure his age.

At this moment, he was dressed in a white robe. He turned a blind eye to Xu Han and the others. He raised his head and looked straight at Master Wei standing on the wooden box. The corner of his mouth curled into a smile, "This junior dashed forward. I wonder if Master Wei is satisfied with this treatment."

Xie Min Yu had been in charge of the Crimson Firmament Sect for more than three hundred years, so he naturally knew much more about the many Xin Mi in the sect than Lu Houde and the others.

After interacting with Master Wei several times, he gradually realized that this old man was not as simple as he had imagined. Especially after he went back and deliberately flipped through some records, although he found it hard to believe, Xie Min Yu still vaguely guessed the old man's identity.

"I don't want to participate in the affairs of the Crimson Firmament Sect." Master Wei looked at Xie Min Yu, but did not comment on the goodwill that the Sect Leader had suddenly shown.

"Sir, you are righteous." Xie Min Yu smiled and then his expression sank. "Since that's the case, let's talk about the Golden Crow True Fire in Senior's hands."

Hearing this, Master Wei smiled faintly. His hand suddenly appeared, and a golden flame suddenly appeared in his palm.

Even with Xie Min Yu's 300-year-old immortal temperament, his body trembled slightly at that time, and a trace of greed flashed in his eyes.

"You want it?" Master Wei asked with a smile.

"This item is related to our Crimson Firmament Sect's thousand-year inheritance. Please give it up, sir. From now on, both Sir and Sir's friends are guests of our Crimson Firmament Sect." Xie Min Yu said loudly.

"This item was originally gifted to me by your ancestor Wu Xiaohe. Logically speaking, if you want it, I will return it to you." Master Wei said.

Xie Min Yu's face was filled with joy as he said, "Sir, you are truly admirable to the younger generation."

However, before the word "clothing" could be spoken, it stopped at that moment.

At that moment, Master Wei clenched his open palm and the golden flame dissipated.

The old man shook his head and said regretfully, "Unfortunately, I can't give it to you."

At that moment, the joy on Xie Min Yu's face instantly froze. His clothes stirred and thousands of fire snakes surged behind him. He stretched out his body and stared at Master Wei, saying in a low voice, "Looks like Mister doesn't want to be beautiful anymore?"

This time, Master Wei did not answer Xie Min Yu's question directly. Instead, he looked at the man in front of him with a calm gaze.

He looked at it for a long time, and there was a scene of more than ten breaths of time.

He naturally had a reason that he had no choice but to do so. Such a reason was enough to move many people. He had reason to believe that with Xie Min Yu's three hundred years of cultivation, he would be able to understand this principle.

But now that Xie Min Yu and the heavenly tribulation had combined, he had seen too many people who were about to die obsessed with life. This was naturally understandable. However, too many times, he was too persistent, and in return, he had lost his nature.

Obviously, Xie Min Yu was gradually lost in this persistence.

Therefore, the old man shook his head again and said, "No."

As a result, the fire serpent behind Xie Min Yu roared and rushed towards the old man.

The old man's clothes stirred, and the earth beneath his feet trembled. Stone walls suddenly stretched out, blocking the old man's path towards the roaring fire serpent.

…

The battle between immortals shook the mountains and rivers. Even if it was just a test at the beginning, it still shook the Heng Imperial City.

So.

In the palace, a man wearing a brocade robe frowned. He put down the memorial in his hand and walked to the entrance of the hall, looking at it with his hands behind his back.

In the Dragon Hidden Temple, the sleepy old monk suddenly sat up and tilted his head to think for a moment. Then, he lowered his head, crossed his chant beads, and muttered to himself, "Amitabha!"

Inside the Sword Handling Pavilion, the burly man with a face full of flesh and blood looked at the rice bowl that had been moved a little because of the sudden tremor of the earth. He reached out his hand again and put the rice bowl back in its previous position. Only then did he nod in satisfaction and once again buried his head in bitterness as if no one else was watching.

Inside a mansion gate in Heng Imperial City, the skinny old scholar hesitated slightly when he wrote his pen. Ink dripped into the snow-white rice paper and a good word was destroyed. The old Confucian scholar was slightly stunned, and finally sighed softly, but he didn't know if it was for this good word or something else…

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