Xiong Batian's eyes were about to split. Looking at the fog that was dozens of feet in a radius, a resolute look flashed across his face. Suddenly, a strange magic trick was pinched out with his hands, and a cold voice overflowed in his teeth: "Sacrificial Arts!"

Suddenly, a painful and ferocious expression flashed across his face, and his figure, like a hill, quickly shrank, and the flesh and blood in his body melted at an extremely fast speed, as if it was a huge snowman, melted by the flames instantly. His body size grew from seven or eight feet tall, but in a blink of an eye, it became less than ten feet tall.

The ground-slashing axe of the middle-grade magic weapon suddenly became brighter, and suddenly slashed the Fan Ri Sword to the ground, jumped into the fog, and looked inside outside, and could only capture a faint light.

In the blink of an eye, Xiong Batian was only the size of a 14 or 15-year-old boy, and there was no flesh and blood on his body, only a skeleton frame. The face seemed to be a dead face. Under the reflection of the sun, there was no trace of anger, and it was indescribably weird and terrifying.

The expressions of the Demon-Breaking True Man and the True Man Lei Hu changed. Both of them knew that the sacrificial artifact was a rare high-level skill practiced by Xiong Batian. The flesh and blood and bones on the body detonated the medium-grade magic weapon. This was a magic trick to die together. Only cultivators with a determined heart to die can cast the spell.

Medium-grade magic weapons have powerful power. Even real people in the middle stage of foundation building are rarely able to possess them. To detonate the medium-grade magic weapons, extremely huge magic power support is required.

If you want to detonate the low-grade magic weapon, you need to release 700 mana at one time, and you can kill or seriously injure the real person in the middle stage of foundation building. Although Mo Wentian can do it, it is not worth the effort. He has other ways to defeat the real person with 800 mana.

However, if you want to detonate the medium-grade magic weapon, you must release at least 1,200 magic power at one time. After the magic weapon is detonated, it will have the power to destroy the world. Even the real person in the late stage of foundation building has a great possibility of life and death. Even if he is lucky and does not fall, he will have to suffer extremely serious damage.

Although Xiong Batian only has 760 mana power, after performing the sacrificial artifact, he sacrifices all the flesh and bones in his body, and uses his life energy to enhance the power of his mana power, which can detonate the medium-grade magic weapon.

True Man Lei Hu sighed and said, "I didn't expect that Xiong Batian would indeed die with Mo Wentian. Shitu Ridge and Wuji Gate will be removed from Feiyun Gate in a short time."

Xiong Batian will surely die. Mo Wentian cannot escape the disaster. The two of them are afraid that they will die together. Such an ending will make the Demon-Breaking Real Man feel refreshed.

All the real people who built foundations in Shicao Ridge fell, which was equivalent to being dead in name only, and the Qiankun Alliance was almost broken.

Mo Wentian from Wuji Sect is so powerful at such a young age. He can compete with the six foundation-building real people in Shitu Ridge with one person. If he does not get rid of this person as soon as possible, it will be a disaster for raising a tiger.

Both of them are sure that Mo Wentian will die. After all, the self-destruction of the medium-grade magic weapon really has the function of destroying the world.

On the lonely peak eight miles away, the woman wearing a swallow-shaped mask flashed in her eyes with an interest, and she said lightly: "The self-destruction of the medium-grade magic weapon, even the real person must retreat. Don't ask the sky. If you can survive, that is the talent that the lady needs. The real person will try his best to win you over."

Xiong Batian laughed wildly. He lost all his flesh and blood. His laughter was as unpleasant as a metal impact, but anyone could hear the pleasure of revenge.

"Don't you go to die! Wait for me on the Huangquan Road first!" Xiong Batian roared: "Put out the ground-killing axe, explode!"

The last word "explosion" was just spitting out, and with a "boom", the earth seemed to shake, and the entire fog was completely submerged by the fire.

The medium-grade magic weapon ground-cutting axe was detonated. Due to the aftermath of the explosion, the earth seemed to have an earthquake. In some places, trees fell to the ground, revealing century-old roots; in some places, rocks rolled down and all the soil collapsed;

Even in front of the Houtu Peak Hall, hundreds of seats suddenly swayed, and wine cups and tea cups fell to the ground. The heads of the sects looked at each other with a blank expression. They really couldn't understand what magic has such a powerful destructive power?

The fog in the fire had long dissipated, revealing a deep pit several feet in radius. The bare and except for the scorched earth, there were no living creatures. Mo Wentian's figure had completely disappeared inside.

Xiong Batian lay quietly on the ground, without any sound. He was already a five or six-year-old child at this time. Moreover, due to the flesh and blood of his body, there were only white bones on his body, and there was no blood of flesh and blood. The sunlight reflected on it, and it was a bit strange, like a child who died prematurely, who had been abandoned in the wilderness for hundreds of years.

The Demon-Breaking True Man and the True Man Lei Hu used their spiritual sense to sense each other for a long time. Both of them were completely sure that Mo Wentian must have been blown away by the middle-grade magic weapon, and their mood couldn't help but improve. Especially the Demon-Breaking True Man, Wuji Sect and Shitu Ridge were both injured. This is really great news for the Xuantian Sword Sect.

As for the true person Lei Hu, although there is no Lion Camel Ridge, Mo Wentian from Wuji Sect’s death is not bad news?

The two of them set their eyes on the Fan Ri Sword on the ground, and at the same time they swept their spiritual sense slightly, locking the five or six treasure purses on the ground, and a greedy look flashed on their faces.

"The Demon-Breaking True Man, Lion Camel Ridge is an ally of the Qiankun Alliance. The real person is naturally responsible for taking back their relics so that they can be handed over to their descendants. As for the sword of Mo Wentian's middle-grade magic weapon."

Speaking of this, he laughed and said, "Of course, those who meet are part of each other, how about half of us?"

The Demon-Breaking True Man said with a 'p' and said disdainfully: "True Man Lei Hu, you are still the second elder of Qiankun Sect. You can also say such bad words."

True Man Lei Hu laughed and said, "The so-called shameless person is to do everything. If the real person can achieve such a success, he will be given up on this old face."

The Demon-Breaking True Man said in a cold voice: "It is useless to say more. There are six treasure troves and a medium-grade magic weapon in front of us. Let's take them with our own skills!"

He happened to take action, but Master Lei Hu frowned and said in confusion: "Wait, Master Breaking Demon, don't you find it strange?"

"What's strange about it?" The Demon-Breaking True Man snorted coldly, as if suddenly remembering something, and said in a lost voice: "What's wrong!"

"Not bad!" said Lei Hu Zhenren with a serious expression: "The treasure purifier is a space magic weapon, which is difficult to bombard with magic. However, all the six foundation-building real people in Mo Wentian and Shicao Ridge fell here. How could there be only six treasure purifiers? Where did the other one go?"

The Demon-Breaking True Man was also puzzled. At this time, he thought of a question and suddenly said, "Can it be that Mo Wentian is not dead?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a misty voice said in the air: "That's right, Sect Mo has not fallen!"

In an instant, the sky seemed to dim, and the majestic spirit poured down from the sky. The true man Lei Hu and the true man who defeated the demon seemed to be suppressed by the mountains. The two of them couldn't help but kneel on the ground, looking up at the sky in horror.

But I saw a person standing in the air for some time. With their eyesight, there was absolutely no possibility of mistakenness. The man was floating quietly in the air.

She was wearing a white feather suit, and wings like cicada wings grew on her back, which were shaking gently, and parked her steadily in the air. It turned out that the feather suit was a magic weapon for flying ability.

When Lei Hu Zhenren and Po Demon True Man looked up and saw the mask on her face, their expressions changed greatly, and they immediately bowed respectfully to worship.

"The true person of Qiankun Sect Lei Hu pays homage to the true disciple of Shengxian Sect."

"The Demon-Breaking True Man in Xuantian Sword Sect pays homage to the true disciple of the Shengxian Sect."

"Get up!" The woman waved her sleeves slightly, and the pressure in the air suddenly weakened. The true man Lei Hu and the true man who broke into the demon seemed to be relieved. The two figures who stomped their feet in Feiyun City and the earth was about to shake, looked a little uneasy at this time. When they stood up, they seemed to be fished out of the water, and their bodies were already wet.

The woman's eyes slid slightly, swept across the mountain gate of Wuji Gate, and said in a clear voice: "President Mo of Wuji Gate, come out! This real person has no malice!"

The mountain gate was slowly opened, and Mo Wentian walked out quietly, stepped forward and bowed and said, "The envoy of the Ascension Sect has taken the time to visit this gate, but I don't know what instructions are there?"

Seeing that he was neither humble nor arrogant, the woman flashed with admiration in her eyes and smiled indifferently: "The explosion of the medium-grade magic weapon, even the real person has to retreat, but I don't know how Master Mo escaped this disaster?"

Mo Wentian had already prepared how to respond, and immediately said, "If you go back to the real person, you have to spend a fifth-level teleportation talisman to move it a few miles away to save your life."

"It turned out to be a fifth-level teleportation talisman, but it was a very rare talisman. It was indeed a good opportunity for Sect Mo to obtain such a talisman to protect his life." The woman was amazed, obviously believing in Mo Wentian's words. Even if she wanted to break her head, she would not know that there was a teleportation array in the cultivation world that could instantly return to the sect.

Mo Wentian naturally would not say it out loud, but he just nodded and said he was lucky, with a look of lingering fear.

The woman nodded and said in a cold voice: "President Mo, this real person is the true disciple of Xinyue, who is the true disciple of Shengxian Sect."

Mo Wentian's mind was suddenly in awe. Just now in the mountain gate, he could sense that the woman was a real person in the late stage of foundation building. Her magic power was extremely strong. Not only was she absolutely no match for her, but the mountain protection formation was just a decoration in her eyes. He dared not use insight to view such a person.
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