Chapter 1157: Number Nine Spurting Blood
Chapter 1157: Number Nine Spurting Blood
Yan Mo Old Ancestor fled back to the Yan Mo Domain while secretly pondering the situation.
However, as Yan Mo Old Ancestor retreated, the morale of the Seven Domains Allied Forces completely collapsed!
On their side, there were originally eight Nascent Divinity realm experts or seventh-stage demonic beings guarding!
But suddenly, Yan Mo Old Ancestor killed the Qinglong Clan Elder, Long Po, and four Qinglong Guards.
Even the cultivators of the Seven Domains Allied Forces couldn't understand why.
And now...
Phoenix Fire Saint and Wan Mu Old Ancestor joined forces but were defeated by the two Grand Supremes of the Flame Yellow Sect, Wan Jian and MC Myth!
What's even more unimaginable is that the Flame Yellow Sect had a third Grand Supreme, Little Gourmet Master, who easily sliced the Golden Crow Flame into threads with a single move!
With two Nascent Divinity realm experts falling and Yan Mo Old Ancestor escaping, the situation became extremely dire.
It's time to retreat!
"Escape, we must escape!
It's over, everything is over!
The cultivators of the Seven Domains Allied Forces were defeated like falling dominoes, and on the player's side, they were pursuing alongside the Demonic Warriors of Desire, making it difficult for most players to escape.
While the Seven Domains were in turmoil, players from various realms were targeting Yan Mo Old Ancestor, and the top players from the first and second tests were hunting experts from the Seven Domains Allied Forces.
"Damn, these three Nascent Divinity realm idiots! Even with such a well-laid ambush, they ended up like this. Useless trash, they're truly useless!" At this moment, a figure trembled in anger.
Seeing the players strutting around arrogantly and showing off one after another, and witnessing Qian Shou MC's invincibility as he controlled the Xuantie Divine Wooden Giant God Blade, this figure trembled even more.
It was none other than Beef Noodle Soup, who had been hiding in the corner all along.
Beef Noodle Soup felt like vomiting.
Damn it!
I worked so hard to arrange such a clever plan!
Using the Demonic Warriors of Desire as bait!
Luring most players into the ambush!
With such a clear advantage, Yan Mo Old Ancestor still managed to turn the tables!
These Flame Yellow Sect Grand Supremes are truly disappointing!
"Why did Yan Mo Old Ancestor have to kill Qinglong Clan Elder Long Po? Could it be that Long Po was a spy? What did he do?" Beef Noodle Soup's mind was in a whirl, and he couldn't make sense of this.
But now, the situation was what it was.
"Come!" Beef Noodle Soup quietly found Wan Mu Old Ancestor's corpse and grabbed a small gray walnut-like object that landed in his palm.
It was the heart of the Immortal Ghost Demon Vine.
With this item in hand, one could control the Immortal Ghost Demon Vine!
Sizzle! In no time, a battered, weak, and tiny gray vine emerged from the ground.
It was the last main root of the Immortal Ghost Demon Vine.
Wan Mu Old Ancestor had spent countless years nurturing the Immortal Ghost Demon Vine to its infancy, growing nine main roots.
But as a result of this battle, the Xuantie Divine Wooden Giant God Blade shattered eight main roots, nearly killing the Immortal Ghost Demon Vine.
It's fine. I'll find a place to study how to control this thing! Beef Noodle Soup thought for a moment. While he lost the chance to be flashy, gaining the impressive Immortal Ghost Demon Vine wasn't bad at all.
So, with a wave of his hand, Beef Noodle Soup collected the Immortal Ghost Demon Vine and slipped away quietly.
Meanwhile, in the Yan Mo Domain.
Nine Great Halls.
Here, the nine Elders of the Flame Yellow Sect were facing off against the nine most powerful experts from the Zhu Ming Alliance in a series of one-on-one duels.
That's right.
Don't bother asking, it's a battle of guts, whoever is scared is a grandchild!
Inside the First Hall.
Boom! War God Temple's War Martial Saint launched a fierce assault, and his attack heavily struck Nonchalant Scholar, causing him to crash onto the ground, almost splitting it open.
But hahaha, the grandchild with seventy-one demonic marks, where did he find the courage to dare fight me! War God Temple's War Martial Saint burst into hearty laughter, filled with thick arrogance.
Gradually, as the dust settled, Nonchalant Scholar, who was almost split in half, slowly rose to his feet.