Tough fight.

"Ah!"

"His Excellency the Grand Magistrate has been assassinated!"

"How could this happen!"

"..."

"..."

The other Shinto practitioners, seeing that Kato Tadayuki was blown away in a single glance by this silver-faced man who suddenly appeared, his life and death unknown, could not help but all lose their colors in shock and cry out in alarm.

Kato Tadayuki was the Grand Shriner of the Hachiman Shrine, and in their eyes, even if he didn't rank in the top ten, he belonged to the first class of Shintoists.

However, it was such a strong man who was blown away without even having the chance to strike, how could this not shock them?

However, when Zhao Rui was about to reach out for the Rong Witch Slate, these cultivators immediately snapped out of their shock and hurriedly cast various spells, surging towards Zhao Rui like a tidal wave, wanting to stop him from obtaining this treasure.

Because, that was a treasure that even the highest leader of the Shinto religion, Grand Magister Ise, valued very highly, and it absolutely could not fall into the hands of others!

"Seek death!"

Zhao Rui coldly snorted as his Bloodthirsty Demon Blade swung outwards.

A blood-moon-like blade, with a sharp whistling sound, tore through space, and all the spells that were shot at Zhao Rui instantly disappeared as if they were swallowed up by this blood moon!

Those twenty-odd Divine Dao Sect cultivators couldn't help but round their eyes and change their faces drastically.

They had never expected that their attack, which was like a tidal wave, would be dismantled by their opponent with a single slash!

The strength displayed by this silver-faced man who had suddenly appeared was really far beyond their expectations!

Right in the midst of their incomparable horror, the incomparably sharp blood moon, with the whine of death, swept across their bodies.

Miserable screams, immediately resounded in all directions, unceasingly.

The sky was filled with a rain of blood that flew up and spilled all over the ground.

Almost half of the twenty-odd cultivators had been cut in half by Zhao Rui, and only a few of them who were more fortunate and saw the opportunity early managed to escape.

Seeing the companions died tragically, the few survivors no longer have half the fighting spirit, panicked and shouted, even rolled and crawled out of the wild running, hated to leave this silver-faced god of death, the farther away the better.

Zhao Rui also did not go to catch up, his goal, just that piece of Rong Wu stone plate.

He broke the tempered glass cover outside the tablet with one punch and prepared to take the tablet out.

When he was about to touch the stone plate, a black mist with a fierce and overwhelming power suddenly shot in sharply from the distance, shattering the walls of the museum and instantly blowing in front of him.

Zhao Rui was so startled that he couldn't be bothered to fetch the stone slab again, and hastily leaned back and dodged it.

The black fog was like a stringed arrow, grazing his body, shooting past, and shattering the wall behind him, disappearing into the dark night sky, the fog arrow brought up a fiery airflow, scraping at Zhao Rui's face and causing a fiery pain.

Zhao Rui did not have time to catch his breath, the second fog arrow was like a viper, with a sharp hissing sound, and shot to his eyes!

The power of this fog arrow was extremely fierce, and if it was shot, it would absolutely shatter his body!

Zhao Rui couldn't dodge in time, so he could only put his Bloodthirsty Demon Blade up in front of his eyes in an attempt to defend against it in his haste.

"Boom."

The black mist arrow blasted onto his Demonic Blade.

With a huge impact, it blasted him backward and sent him flying, hitting the wall heavily, making a clear human imprint on the wall, and the masonry turned into dust, rustling and falling all over Zhao Rui.

Zhao Rui knelt on the ground with one leg, using the magic sword to support his body weight, panting heavily with a pained expression.

He only felt that his internal organs were about to be crushed by this huge impact, and blood was blocked in his throat and would gush out with a little force.

If it wasn't for the Bloodthirsty Demon Blade blocking most of the force for him, and if what he held in his hand was an ordinary magic weapon, this strike just now would have been enough to pulverize his body and scatter his soul!

"Dammit! Who is it?"

Zhao Rui raised his head and looked in the direction where the fog arrow had come from.

A silhouette wearing a wide white robe, a white tall hat, and two dots of vermilion on his eyebrows was suspended in mid-air.

In his left hand, he held a black longbow, while in his right hand, he sucked the Rongwu stone plate, in his palm.

A powerful and cold aura emanated from him like countless tentacles of darkness, fluttering around him, giving off a powerful sense of oppression.

"Seigen Heisei! Surprisingly, it's Qingyuan Heisei! Wasn't this fellow lured away by the Red Flame Old Demon? How did he turn back again?" The muscles on Zhao Rui's face twitched slightly.

"It seems that I came back just in time. " Qingyuan Heisei's grim voice drifted in from outside, "You're the cultivator who's been working against us, aren't you? Hehehe, to think that you would try to have me transferred, fortunately, I felt that something was wrong and hurriedly turned back, otherwise, the Rongwu Slate would have been obtained by you! Now, where else can you run to?"

Zhao Rui gritted his teeth, he had really underestimated his opponent, he didn't expect that the other party would be so perceptive, recognizing his plan halfway through, and turning back in time to make him lose everything.

He glanced at the Rongwu stone tablet in Qingyuan Heisei's hand.

This treasure was once within his reach, yet now it had become so far away, as if there were lofty mountains in between that were difficult to cross.

Zhao Rui took a deep breath and tried to swallow the blood in his throat, swallowing it down.

His current strength was only equivalent to an out-of-body stage cultivator, and compared to Qing Yuan Ping Cheng, there was a whole level difference.

Faced with such a powerhouse of the Divine Separation Stage, he didn't have any chance of winning!

If he gave up the Rong Witch Slate now and fled immediately, he might still have a few hopes of survival.

"Silver-faced man, hand over the two treasures you snatched from our Divine Dao Sect! I'll leave you with a whole body!" Seigen Heisei slowly floated high into the air, looking down at Zhao Rui, his handsome face, twisted beyond recognition by the murderous aura, like a bloodthirsty zombie, creepy, "Otherwise, I'll summon the Style Ghosts from the Otherworld and skin you alive as a souvenir!"

"Is that so?"

Zhao Rui smiled fiercely, and the stubbornness that had been lurking in his heart for a long time suddenly boiled over, like a torrent that gushed out from the bottom of his heart, washing the thought of fleeing away without a trace.

He gritted his teeth and stared at Qing Yuan Ping Cheng, with only one thought in his heart, and that was that no matter what, he had to snatch the Rong Witch Slate, back from Qing Yuan Ping Cheng's hands!

Zhao Rui was like a wild beast, hissing low in his throat, stomping hard on the ground, the whole person jumped up fiercely, gripping the Bloodthirsty Demon Blade tightly, and rushed towards Qingyuan Pingcheng!

At the same time, the Second Primordial Spirit was also released by him.

The Second Primordial Spirit, which was shaped like a demon, tilted its head and let out a heaven-shaking roar as it blasted towards Qingyuan Heisei from the side.

"Trapped beast!"

Qingyuan Heicheng sneered and grinned, revealing a fierce smile as he aimed the black longbow in his hand at Zhao Rui, and a mass of black mist with a strong corpse stench came from all directions, converging on the longbow to form two black mist arrows.

"Yellow Spring Corpse Mist Arrows!"

Seigen Heisei chanted a low incantation.

The bowstring sounded lightly, and the two mist arrows shot out, carrying a harsh whistle that broke through the air, splitting into two directions and heading straight for Zhao Rui and the Second Primordial Spirit.

With a "snort", a Yellow Spring Corpse Mist Arrow easily pierced through the body of the Second Primordial Spirit, penetrating through.

The Second Primordial Spirit's huge body, which was as high as three meters, abruptly shook, and then the silver light shining all over its body quickly dimmed, and its body suddenly shrunk, finally turning into a small inch-high demon that returned to Zhao Rui's Dantian in a sorry state.

Just as the second Primordial Spirit returned, the second Yellow Spring Corpse Mist Arrow, had already shot to Zhao Rui's heels.

Zhao Rui's face couldn't help but change slightly, he didn't expect Qingyuan Pingsheng to seriously injure his Second Primordial Spirit with a single arrow.

The power of this Yellow Spring Corpse Mist Arrow was simply too terrifying!

He was already injured and didn't dare to receive it hard again, so he hurriedly twisted his body, exerted all his strength, and dodged with all his might, finally dodging this fog arrow.

"Hmph, good luck. Surprisingly avoided it. Then try this." Qingyuan Heisei coldly hummed and condensed the corpse mist.

Above his longbow, five Yellow Spring Corpse Mist Arrows unexpectedly appeared!

Qing Yuan Ping Cheng had already seen that the strength of the silver-faced man, was much weaker than him, dodging one fog arrow, was already very strenuous, now with five arrows coming out, he believed that he would be able to completely shoot this silver-faced man, to death!

With a "whoosh" sound, five Yellow Spring Corpse Mist fog arrows shot towards Zhao Rui from five directions, leaving no dead ends.

However, just at the moment when Qingyuan Heisei shot the fog arrows, Zhao Rui suddenly danced with his wrist, activating the Space God Bracelet and performing Instant Movement.

In the midst of the spatial tremor, Zhao Rui easily avoided the fog arrow's attack and crossed the distance between him and Qing Yuan Chengping, appearing behind him.

Zhao Rui's timing was excellent, as Qing Yuan Chengping's fog arrows had just been shot out, and he didn't have time to gather new fog arrows.

This was the perfect opportunity for a short fight!

Zhao Rui composed himself, injected all of his true qi into his Bloodthirsty Demon Blade, and muffled his voice as he ruthlessly chopped down towards Qingyuan Heisei.

"Instantaneous movement!"

Qingyuan Pingcheng was taken aback, not expecting this silver-faced man, to have cast such an odd spell and avoided his sure-fire strike!

However, he was shocked but not confused, instead, a hint of mockery appeared on his face.

"Do you think that with this bit of intrigue, you will be able to hurt me! You also don't look at the difference in strength between us!"

A high-pitched, stern whistle abruptly emanated from Qingyuan Heisei's throat, and an incomparably powerful pressure emanated from him, churning the air currents around him into a vortex!

Zhao Rui's Bloodthirsty Demon Blade gently shook, and his unrelenting strike was unexpectedly stirred up by the air currents and veered off course.

Qingyuan Heisei smiled fiercely and snapped, "Die!"

The black longbow in his hand instantly blossomed with bright black light, and a Yellow Springs Corpse Mist Arrow, which had swelled ten times in size, quickly condensed, then shot out like lightning, and heavily bombarded Zhao Rui's body!

A victor's smile appeared on Qingyuan Heisei's face, this strike that had gathered all of his strength, even a high mountain would be turned into grains of sand.

This silver-faced man, who was a cut behind him in strength, would definitely be blown to smithereens!

However, just at the moment when the fog arrow touched Zhao Rui's body, the Heavenly Green Metaphysical Light Armor on Zhao Rui's body suddenly blossomed with dazzling heavenly green light, and the Zhudan-colored incantations on the light armor were like they were alive as they twisted and floated up, blocking in front of the fog arrow, and firmly blocking the fog arrow's path!

"With a loud bang, the huge Yellow Springs Corpse Mist Arrow exploded, dispersing into a thick, stinking black corpse mist, but the silver-faced man wasn't blown to pieces by this powerful blow, he only grunted, his body shaking a bit.

A look of disbelief appeared on Qingyuan Heisei's face, this result was really too out of his expectation!

Logically speaking, with the level of strength displayed by this silver-faced man, it was impossible for him to withstand this full-strength strike.

Why did the Yellow Springs Corpse Mist Arrow shoot at him, but did not kill him?

Qingyuan Heisei was surprised for a moment before he suddenly snapped out of it.

"Heavenly Green Xuanlight Armor! You're wearing the Last Rong Witch's Heavenly Green Arcane Light Armor!"

"Not bad! You were too careless."

Zhao Rui gritted his teeth and forced himself to hold back the blood that surged to his mouth as he coldly spat out two words, and the Bloodthirsty Demon Blade in his hand broke through the turbulence and viciously chopped at his right arm.

Qingyuan Heisei hissed miserably, his defense was finally broken through, his right arm was almost chopped into two by Zhao Rui, the bones were already broken, only the skin and flesh were still connected.

The Rong Wu stone tablet he was holding in his right hand also rolled to the ground.

Zhao Rui snatched the Rong Witch Stone Plate like lightning and let out a loud laugh, spraying could no longer hold back, spewing out a mouthful of blood and rushing towards the outside of the museum without looking back.

Although the Heavenly Green Arcane Light Armor had eliminated more than 70% of Qingyuan Pingcheng's attack, the remaining 30% of the attack power had also caused him extremely great damage!

This was the terrifying strength of a Divine Separation Stage cultivator, and he no longer had the ability to fight any longer!

Seeing that Zhao Rui wanted to escape, Qingyuan Pingcheng hurriedly chased after him, but Zhao Rui activated his Spatial God Bracelet and moved instantly, quickly disappearing into the night.

Holding his injured right arm, Qingyuan Heicheng looked at Zhao Rui's distant back, then looked at the corpses all over the ground and the museum with thousands of holes, so furious that his hair almost even stood on end!

He had laid out such a well thought out plan, he possessed such a powerful strength, yet he had watched that silver-faced man, snatch away the Rong Witch Slate!

This was simply a great shame!

If it was spread out, he would simply have no face to continue staying in the Ise Divine Palace!

Why is it like this!

Why would this be the result!

Seigen Heisei threw back his head and roared furiously, so furious that he barely managed to spurt out a mouthful of blood!

He had originally intended to use this ancient stone tablet, as bait, to lure the enemy out and retrieve the lost Rong Witch's Treasure.

However, what he never expected was that not only were the two lost treasures not snatched back, the Rongwu Stone Tablet that was used as bait was instead snatched away by the other party!

Ise Daishonin had solemnly instructed that this Rongwu Stone Tablet was an exotic treasure that related to the future of the entire Shinto religion, and that it must not be lost, and must be brought back in good condition!

He had also made a vow that no matter what, he would guarantee the safety of this treasure.

However, he had now lost this ancient stone tablet!

And was watching the silver-faced man, snatch the tablet away!

How should he explain this to the Ise Grand Divine Magistrate!

Kiyogen Heisei stood frozen in the center of the museum, his face blue.

Having lost so many members of the Shinto religion, and having painstakingly set up heavy traps, only to end up moving a stone and killing himself, this was something he could not accept no matter what!

He only felt that unresolvable depression and fury were piling up in his chest, and it was growing more and more, almost like it was going to rush out of his chest.

An intense aura of fury and killing intent overflowed from his body, filling every corner of the hall.

The members of the Shinto Sect who had rushed back from outside, seeing that Qing Yuan Heisei was furious with rage, all could not help but feel jittery and silent, not daring to make a sound so as not to irritate the chief and make themselves the target of his anger.

"I will find him out! Even if I turn the entire Binyang upside down, I must find him out! Chop him up one by one and feed him to the Style Ghosts!"

Seigen Heisei gritted his teeth