If Duan Yiyi were still awake and heard Murong Qianxun’s words, she would definitely retort with a look of disdain: To hell with the Divine Mountain.
Yun ngyao, although she didn’t retort, displayed an expression of disdain that sent Murong Qianxun into a rage.
"So this world isn’t as wonderful as I imagined, and not everyone is human." Yun ngyao’s wings flapped, lifting her into mid-air. She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, her whole body surrounded by a colorful radiance, and it was apparent to see the murderous intent in Murong Qianxun’s eyes.
Yun ngyao knew that a fierce battle was imminent.
"Even though I don’t know why Qin Yi can tolerate you foreigners, I cannot. The Vermilion Bird Divine Mountain is not a place for you. Since you have co, all of you shall stay."
Yun ngyao’s face was full of ridicule: "That’s where you fall short of Qin Yi. He can accept the unacceptable, dares to kill who others don’t dare to kill, and dares to do what others don’t dare to do. That’s why the top hundred of the younger generation’s rankings are willing to follow Qin Yi, but you so-called God’s Successors don’t have that ability."
"Murong Qianxun, even if I fall here today on the Vermilion Bird Mountain, you cannot silence the world, nor can you cover up the fact that you hard Qin Yi. One day, soone will flatten this Vermilion Bird Mountain."
Murong Qianxun’s eyes were ice-cold, her aura was strong, distorting everything within a hundred-ter radius, her eyes full of intense killing intent.
Yun ngyao turned her head to see that Lan Jiaojiao and others had already escaped, she couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Swish!
At the mont Yun ngyao turned back, her Seven-Colored Feathered Wings transford into blades dozens of ters long, slashing directly towards Murong Qianxun.
Murong Qianxun snorted coldly, flas swept around her, condensing into a Fire Blade of equal length, slashing towards Yun ngyao.
Boom!
The two astonishing blades collided and exploded, shaking the earth and shattering the ground.
Yun ngyao was sent flying hundreds of ters away, blood spilling from the corners of her mouth, but her wings flapped again, transforming into a streak of colorful light rushing towards Murong Qianxun.
Murong Qianxun’s expression remained cold, her figure blurred as she charged forward.
The two figures collided violently, Yun ngyao was once again thrown back, spitting blood. Yet, relying on the power of the Immortal Feather Skirt she wore, she charged back again.
The two figures intertwined, battling into a frenzy, causing the void to tremble.
Boom!
A storm swept through, tearing the void into crisscrossing cracks, a figure flew out from the storm, constantly spitting blood; it was Yun ngyao.
Her face was ashen, and her aura had weakened significantly.
The gap in cultivation could not be made up by desperately fighting.
Only by relying on the Feather Clan’s cultivation technique and the Immortal Feather Skirt could she entangle with Murong Qianxun until now, but ultimately she was defeated.
Yun ngyao was injured, and her cultivation was heavily depleted.
Yun ngyao wiped away the blood at the corner of her mouth, her gaze was cold, as colorful radiance coursed around her, and in a blink, two Shadow Blades dozens of ters long appeared, carrying destructive power as they slashed towards Murong Qianxun.
At the sa ti, Yun ngyao flapped her wings and vanished into the clouds above, using them as cover to disappear like a flash of lightning.
Boom!
Murong Qianxun gathered two heavenly Fire Blades and obliterated Yun ngyao’s Shadow Blades, sending a raging storm sweeping in all directions. Murong Qianxun squinted, yet Yun ngyao was nowhere to be seen.
She glanced at the swirling clouds above, sneering, her figure flickered into the clouds, directly chasing after her.
"Saintess of the Feather Clan, you can’t escape." Murong Qianxun declared with absolute certainty. First, Yun ngyao’s cultivation was inferior to her own and she was injured. Second, the Vermilion Bird Lineage was known for its speed.
Yun ngyao’s wings flapped, transforming into a streak of colorful light weaving through the clouds.
Murong Qianxun manipulated the flas, igniting the cloud layers she passed through into flaming clouds, her speed exceedingly fast.
However, after half an hour, a look of frustration appeared on Murong Qianxun’s face. Yun ngyao’s speed exceeded her expectations.
The Feather Clan was inherently the overlord of the sky, with top-notch flying abilities, coupled with the clan’s unique secret techniques, Yun ngyao managed to keep her distance from Murong Qianxun.
But she was anxious, her current condition was very bad, her cultivation was greatly depleted, being caught by Murong Qianxun was only a matter of ti, she had to think of a way to shake off this relentless pursuer fast.
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"What is this place?"
In a world of flas, having died twice, Qin Yi found himself alive again.
However, this world was terrifying, magma flowed on the ground, surrounded by erupting volcanoes, spewing frightening torrents of lava, even the clouds above roiled with flas.
Qin Yi wanted to curse, finding himself in conflict with fire.
The first ti, he was burned to ashes by the Phoenix Gall. The second ti, he was incinerated to nothing in the river of history. Now... could there be a third ti?
However, one thing made Qin Yi happy, he could now move, unlike before by the banks of the river of history, where he was like a tree rooted in the ground.
Yet, upon trying, his insides were still empty, with no cultivation at all.
Damn, if he had known earlier, he wouldn’t have fought over the Phoenix Gall, leaving him now in tears with no where to cry.
Roar!
Suddenly, a muffled roar seed to surge from beyond the heavens, like the thunder of the Nine Heavens exploding in Qin Yi’s head.
Qin Yi staggered, as if drunk, his vision darkened, took him a long mont to recover, wiping his nose only to find it bleeding, shockingly bleeding from the vibrations through his mouth and nose.
What kind of roar was this, it was terrifying. Qin Yi shuddered in fear.
Chirp!
Suddenly, another sharp screech shattered the sky and mountains, causing several volcanoes in the distance to erupt.
Qin Yi felt as if his eardrums had burst, falling to the ground in a stupor, his eyes dazed, unable to regain his senses for a long ti.
After what felt like ages, Qin Yi finally ca to, his expression of shock unmasked.
What kind of creature could shatter several towering mountains with just a shout, nearly blasting him to pieces?
Qin Yi stood up, determinedly trying to find a way out of this dangerous place. If the roar happened again, he feared he would be blown to bits.
However, just as he stood up, he was so scared he sat right back down.
A gigantic and grotesque head erged from the clouds above, just one eye was as large as half a basketball court, a basketball court not a ball, its fangs protruding from its mouth, each over ten ters long, glinting with a chilling light, sending shivers throughout Qin Yi’s body.
Qin Yi was petrified. It was the first ti he had ever seen such an absolutely terrifying monster, gargantuan beyond belief. He wanted to run, but his whole body was as stiff as a rock, unable to even move a finger.
Imdiately following, the creature extended more of its body, as well as a claw, several mountains were crushed like tofu under that terrifyingly large claw.
This... this was a dragon.
Qin Yi’s lips trembled, he could not be mistaken. This monster was indeed a Black Dragon, its body unimaginably thick, each scale like the size of a rooftop, those dreadful claws easily crushing a mountain hundreds of ters high, inconceivably massive.
Qin Yi was truly petrified, only showing a tiny portion of its body was already so large. The full size of this Black Dragon was unimaginable.
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