1036: C1036 The Power of the Xuan-yuan Sword(last Part)

C1036 The Power of the Xuan-yuan Sword(last Part)

When the two of them arrived in front of Ye Xiaofan, the desire in Murong Wuji's eyes became even stronger. He was so excited that each of his fingers were trembling. As long as he could get the items on Ye Xiaofan, he could very likely break through to the Mastery Stage.

He was at the peak of the entire Wulo Divine Land, and as long as he found the door to ascension again, he would be able to ascend to the Immortal Realm.

Immortals were the supreme faith of countless cultivators.

Murong Wuji was no exception.

The yellow-robed old man beside him had his face as pale as paper because he had just used his blood essence to activate the secret technique. His aura had weakened several times, causing him to fall back by three realms.

"Thank you, Second Elder."

Murong Wuji suddenly turned around and looked at the elder in yellow robe.

"What the hell is Great Elder saying? It is my honor to be able to help Great Elder. As long as you are able to achieve great things in the future, remember …"

The yellow-robed old man shook his head and refused. His pale face revealed a respectful expression.

"Sizzle …"

At that moment, a sharp black dagger pierced through his heart.

"Grand Elder, you!"

The yellow-robed old man abruptly retreated. He pulled out his dagger and held it to his heart. He had a complicated expression on his face as drops of black blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.

The poison on the dagger was terrifying, corroding his Immortality and soul completely. His entire body crumbled into a ball of black mist and dissipated in the air.

"Your death is the greatest help to me."

Murong Wuji looked at the elder in the yellow robe turning into a black mist without a shred of guilt on his face. His face was expressionless as he turned to look at Ye Xiaofan.

"You little bastard, everything on your body belongs to this old man. As long as I can get you, I will be able to break through to the Maharet realm."

Looking at Ye Xiaofan who was trapped by the Heaven Shrouding Palm, Murong Wuji's face was filled with madness. He immediately threw his head back and laughed out loud.

"I'll take it from your ancestors!"

"The great sect is the sky and the earth is the origin. Once the world is gathered, I will sacrifice my blood to the great world …"

Ye Xiaofan burst out a string of vulgar words, his small face under the golden helmet became extremely solemn. He stretched out his index and middle finger, and a drop of blood flowed from his right hand into the Xuan-Yuan Sword.

"Stop playing tricks on me, just honestly hand the item over to me."

Murong Wuji looked at Ye Xiaofan's actions coldly. He raised his left hand and grabbed at Ye Xiaofan's neck.

"Buzz buzz …"

After the golden Xuan-Yuan Sword was infected by Ye Xiaofan's blood, it began to emit a scarlet glow. The entire blade of the sword began to emit a strange scarlet glow. A strange silence fell between the heaven and earth.

After that, a bloody glow began to bloom, enveloping the entire Western Region. It was as if all living things were withering away. The world was completely silent. There was nothing, not a single person. There was only a bloodthirsty divine sword.

"Sizzle …"

"What kind of power is this …?" Ah … No... "Don't..."

In the blood-red world, only Murong Wuji's pitiful cry could be heard. He tried his best to avoid the red sword light, but his left hand was cut off.

He thought that he had only lost one of his arms, but the scarlet light that had stained the wound directly swallowed his entire body, causing him to explode into a ball of Blood Fog and dissipate into heaven and earth.

"Ding ding ding …"2

"The Zhen Wu set has suffered an unknown loss. It is collapsing …"

After performing this strike, the system beeped in Ye Xiaofan's mind. Then, at a speed visible to the naked eye, the true item set on Ye Xiaofan's body turned into a pile of black scrap metal and fell off his body.

The scrap iron was blown away by the wind and turned into black powder, disappearing completely …

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