Chapter 239 Zhao Hui got the sword

The three walked for four or five days before they came to the bottom of the divine mountain in front of them.

"Dao Shuai, look, a treasure has been born." Suddenly, the monk pointed to the sky on the mountain.

Hua Wuxin and Meng Zhibai also saw a colorful divine light on the opposite side of Shenshan, illuminating half of the sky.

"Go!"

Hua didn't care about the two. The fairy power surged, and the lines flashed one step and jumped to the peak and looked into the distance.

Meng Zhibai was about to start, but the monk grabbed him and said flatteringly, "Brother Xiaobai, I know you are a good person. Take me with you."

Boom!

Meng Zhibai looked at the monk's smile and said, "What about taking you, the little elephant?"

"With your old magic power, it's not a matter of hooking fingers with me and the little elephant!" Shi Jianglong continued to flatter.

"You wait here, and I'll talk to Hua Shuai."

The white of the dream drew a white light and also fell beside Hua Wuxin.

Both of them raised their eyes and looked shocked.

"I feel the blood of Xuanyuan..."

At this time, in addition to the colorful divine light, there are more than a dozen practitioners of heaven and fairyland are fighting.

Hua's eyes wrinkled slightly, and a glance cut through the space in an instant and saw several people in the battlefield.

"The mysterious man who fought against uncle has the blood of Xuanyuan Emperor!" Hua Wuxin's physical level was higher than that of the world, and he clearly sensed a very strong blood force. At that time, one of the mysterious people in the war with Hua Bai Zhan called himself "Di Xiong" and was very powerful.

The white eyes of the dream were shattered and said solemnly, "It's very strong. There are several immortal gods at the peak, and the martial artist is also very strong."

Zhao Hui is holding a blue gold sword to fight against everyone and the gods, and the colorful light is emitted from this sword.

Hua Wuxin showed a smile at the corners of his mouth. Zhao Hui really did not disappoint him. His martial arts cultivation reached the cave virtual state. In addition, Yuanshen's yin god realm, holding Xuanyuan sword, his momentum actually suppressed several people to fight wildly for a while.

At this moment, four beautiful women also appeared behind Zhao Hui, and they are all practitioners of Yin Shenjing.

"Wind, rain, thunder and lightning, kill!"

Zhao Mu's face was ferocious. He cut a huge peacock god in front of him into two sections with a sword and shouted at the four beautiful women behind him.

"It's the master!"

"Thunder cloud!"

A woman in blue waved her right hand, and a black cloud drowned around. Di Xiong wore a bronze mask and said gloomically, "This is my ancestral relic. Please stay!"

Zhao Hui laughed and said, "Don't be so bright. Isn't it just Xuanyuan's bloodline? In my opinion, I am the descendant of Xuanyuan Emperor, don't you think?"

This time, Xuanyuan Mausoleum was actually opened by the "Dixiong", but all this was found by Zhao Hui first and seduced the people with Xuanyuan's bloodline. In addition, with his first-hand planning, he not only got Xuanyuan's skills, but also got the recognition of Xuanyuan Sword. As long as he came out of here, he no longer had to hide it.

A man in black next to him hung his arms and sneered, "Bear, we can't take action in such a place. Let's do it when we go out."

"Di Xiong? Prince the Magic Dragon Princess?" Wen Yuqiong confronted Prince Ji. This person's fighting consciousness and talent are comparable to Hua Wutian. If it weren't for the other party's hands unable to move, she really suspected that she was not the opponent of this demonic man.

Now the people competing for treasures are actually characters that rarely appear at ordinary times. Coupled with the interception of more than a dozen heavenly and fairyland gods, Zhao Hui's situation is not optimistic.

"Master, let's find a way out and get out of here!" Zhao Hui shouted at Wen Yuqiong. Although the cultivation of the people in front of him was unfathomable, they were suppressed by Xuanyuan's law and magic power could not be used.

"Good!"

Wen Yuqiong hooked her hands, and a water curtain fell from the sky, forcing several innate spirits to retreat. Zhao Hui quickly flew to Shenshan with four beautiful guards.

"They are coming." The whiteness of the dream.

Prince Ji's eyes became blue and flashed with faint light. He looked at the figure of everyone fleeing and said, "Xiong, are you still going?"

The man known as the bear said angrily, "Zhao Hui! Dare to grab my things and look for death."

"Wow, do you and my seal still need to be lifted by the things left by Xuanyuan?" The bear's cold appearance returned in the blink of an eye, making him look like schizophrenic.

"Okay, when you come into contact with the seal, the sky and the earth will be great, let you and I gallop!"

The two walked down the stairs to Xuanyuan Cemetery.

Hua Wuxin also understood when he saw this. It must be that Zhao Hui had come in and found that there were too many gods and spirits in it, so he secretly seduced the strong men in Kyushu and found Kyushu warriors to come here in order to attract the innate gods here so that he could find things in Xuanyuan.

"What are you two looking at?" The monk didn't know how to climb the mountain, and the little elephant was pulled up by him.

"Zhao Hui had a good luck and got the Xuanyuan Sword." Flowers have no heart.

The monk was shocked and said, "What, go and grab it back quickly."

"Forget it, what are you going to take to rob? A subordinate can take care of you." Hua Wuxin looked back at the monk and smiled.

The monk suddenly realized this time that although his physical strength is good, it is no different from a bloody cow compared with the group of ghosts.

"What should I do? Zhao Hui got Xuanyuan's things, and his strength has soared. With his character, he will definitely start a war."

Hua said heartlessly, "War is war. That's his life and the fate of the world. You just need to do your thing well."

"Bear by the way, you have no magic power, just waiting for me and Meng Zhibai here." After saying that, Hua Wuxin rushed to Xuanyuan Cemetery with Mengzhibai.

"It's okay... I won't hold your back legs." The monk shouted solemnly, pointing to the little white elephant and saying, "This family likes it very much. Maybe it can wake up."

"Okay, be careful."

The three of them entered Xuanyuan Cemetery for a moment. The more they went down, the more they could feel a breath of life. Hua Xinren, the three of them were breathing greedily.

"This is the vitality emanating from the water of life." The white road of dreams.

"Baby, let's go."

The little elephant also clicked his mouth and swallowed the breath of life.

"This little guy seems to know the way." The monk suddenly said.

Hua had no intention to say, "Just follow the little elephant. Their ancestors cursed themselves, and Xuanyuan also added seals to them. It's strange to say that these seals don't look so complicated, but they can inherit them like this for life."

The underground palace is like a chaotic world. Looking up, it seems that you can touch the clouds, and there is also a white fog under your feet.

"Why do I feel that we have come to the fairyland? Are we handsome?" The monk suddenly pulled a handful of flowers.

"What fairyland? You read too much about Journey to the West when you were a child."

"slow down!"

The three hid behind. This is a huge and brilliant palace in front of them. Outside the palace stood more than a dozen white jade pillars, which were carved with various legendary mythical beasts and holy beasts.

Suddenly, the little elephant shouted excitedly.

"Damn it!"

Prince Ji and Di Xiong suddenly turned their heads, looked at the strange jade pillars, looked at the big hole broken next to the palace, and said, "Come out!"

Hua Wuxin wink at Meng Zhibai and said a few words to the monk, and the two followed the little elephant.

"Farewell, Prince Ji, and this 'bear'." Hua Wuxin looked at the two people with a sneer.

"Flower has no heart!"

Xiong also looked at Hua Wuxin and heard Prince Ji's worried figure and said, "Is he the son of thousands of years?"

"The person who killed my uncle has you. It seems that we are really predestined."

As Hua opened her mouth and spit out two light spots, the light spots rose in the wind, turning into a yellow giant and a blue figure.

"Kill!"

The two masters flew to the enemy as soon as they played, opened their huge palms and patted them with fairy power.

"Withdraw!"

Prince Molongji looked coldly and was careless, and his feet moved, and a rune flowed. He withdrew without thinking about it.

"Fix reincarnations!"

Suddenly, the void exploded a magic sound, and a huge whirlpool appeared on the head of the dragon princess prince, and his weak yuan god was also pulled out of his body.

"Who are you!"

Prince Ji stared at Meng Zhibai and shouted loudly. Suddenly, the corners of his mouth moved, and an amazing momentum broke out all over his body.

Bum!

A red blood pattern also burst into his arms. Prince Ji's face turned pale after breaking away from the control of the white dream, and his head rushed out without looking back.

"He also has the blood of the five emperors!" Xiong also stared. He and Ji had known each other for a long time, and they never thought that Ji also had the blood of the five emperors.

At this time, Hua Wuxin and the two masters also killed him.

"The curse of the bright moon!"

"Madman!"

Hua unintentionally used the taboo method and spit out a mouthful of blood. A round of blood moon fell on the back of the "bear" and bound him in mid-air.

The master of Huangshan held the bear's legs tightly, but the master of the blue sea wrapped him from top to bottom like a water snake, and a water-blue snake head also bit his neck.

In the blood moon, the blood light ripples, as if it turned into the face of bloody death.

"Cough..." Hua Wuxin's eyes turned empty again, and her two blood-colored eyes stared at the bear, "Aren't you very strong...?"

The monk looked at Hua Wuxin and said, "Are you all right?"

"It's okay..."

The corners of Meng Zhibai's mouth moved but didn't say anything. He felt that when Hua Wuxin was casting the "bright moon curse", his eyes were beating, as if he were about to get out of his control.

Hua had no intention to look at the white dream, walked to the "bear", grabbed his bronze mask and said, "Let me see what the person who can force my uncle to death is like?"

Hua Wuxin's five fingers flashed, and the bronze mask cracked cracks.

Wow!

The mask fell to the ground, revealing a jade-like smooth face.

"Woman?"

"Bang!"

Hua had no intention to wonder: "Aka? Who is she? This is, he just found that the woman's hair was connected to the mask, but it didn't look ugly.

"The daughter of Xuanyuan, Xuanyuan charm!" Meng Zhibai recalled the distant memory and said quietly.