Situ Fuhai's face quickly turned rosy, and the map of mountains and rivers once again reflected the water and land. Among them, there were numerous figures, and their shapes began to become distorted and huge, as if they had transformed into beings like monsters and gods. There were roars and sounds.

All around.

Along with the changes, the aura on his body skyrocketed like bamboo branches climbing up!

In just a few breaths, it reached a point that made Prince Ziyang frown slightly. It was indeed an immortal monument, but it was just a shadow. In addition, the Wuliang Dao Emperor Sect's background was not very rich. If they were allowed to grow for a while,

Today, I am afraid that I can use this fairy treasure to forcefully allow heavenly monks to step into the Taoist level!

"If I take action, I can defeat him, but I can't kill him."

Prince Ziyang looked at Shen Yi: "How do you plan to end it?"

"..."

Shen Yi threw it casually and smashed the ancestral monument towards the water, causing another storm.

But the phantom of the fairy treasure cannot be destroyed by brute force. Even if it can be done, it is not something that a monk in the heavenly realm can do.

"The ancestral stele is still blessing him." Ye Jiu watched the ancestral stele fall steadily on the water, and couldn't help but feel a little anxious. Even though Situ Fuhai's strength seemed to have stopped rising, as long as the ancestral stele was still there, the opponent's

The breath is like a surging river, continuous and continuous.

This is also the reason why Prince Ziyang cannot kill the opponent.

"Is there any way to destroy it?"

Facing Ye Jiu's doubts, Qi Yansheng's eyes widened. If he could answer this question, would the Seventh Son of Nanhong still be in a corner?

Ji Jingxi stared at Shen Yi closely, and she found that the other party did not seem to want to destroy this immortal monument.

As expected.

The next moment, Shen Yi ignored Situ Fuhai's changes and instead focused on the ten pictures at the top of the immortal monument.

Different from other Taoist palace pictures, these ten pictures all have small seal scripts and annotations beside them.

Next to the last picture, there are eight small words.

"Create a different approach and be unique."

The pattern looks familiar. In the middle of a huge Taoist palace, nine majestic immortal monsters stand, showing their power with their teeth and claws.

Situ Fuhai was still kowtowing crazily, hoping to receive more immortal treasure rewards.

Shen Yi stood with her hands down and stared at the immortal monument quietly.

The next moment, in full view of everyone, his slightly hoarse voice echoed in everyone's ears.

"I want it too."

It's not like a plea, more like an order.

Such an attitude was certainly not respectful, but the next moment, the scarlet blood lines that gathered in Situ Fuhaidao Palace's diagram began to squirm again, climbing towards the Nine Demons Dao Palace diagram above.

"Well."

Situ Fuhai seemed to sense something was wrong, he raised his head in confusion, and then saw the picture.

This is the strangest picture on the Immortal Monument. It appeared out of thin air. Even if I traced seventeen branch sects, I could not find the owner of this picture.

And now, he seems to have finally found it.

Thinking of this, Situ Fuhai gasped and looked blankly at the ink-clad figure in the distance, his rosy face gradually turning pale.

In his sight, a scarlet map of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers gradually unfolded.

Shen Yi's body rose slowly and landed between the thrones of the Taoist Palace.

He rested his palms gently on the armrests.

Tall shadows surged around him, and as they stepped out slowly, the fierce faces of the tiger, the long dragon, and the white deer gradually became clearer.

Accompanied by these nine demons, the dark-colored sleeves slowly lifted up.

The fair-skinned and handsome young man, like a demon king, leaned on the throne calmly.

In an instant, scarlet demonic energy swept out from the vast landscape of mountains and rivers, turning the entire sky into blood red, which was more vivid and eye-catching than the sunset.

Outside the long steps at his feet, the dying Situ Junrui was like a humble maggot, struggling on the pillar with a horrified expression on his face. Even if his throat was torn, his voice was like a gnat: "Brother...save me...he It’s the Demon King…”

The Wuliang Demon Palace finally revealed its true appearance in front of the world.

And with the blessing of the Immortal Monument, the Demon Palace became more majestic, standing in the sky, like a bloody fairy city, with ghosts crying and wolves howling, making people's hair stand on end.

Shen Yi lowered her eyes slightly, and her eyes fell on Situ Fuhai.

He stretched out his right palm slightly, and then lowered it calmly, as if he was passing judgment on this late-stage Heaven Realm sect leader.

"cut."

The words have settled.

In the blood-red map of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, countless terrifying beast shadows suddenly appeared, regrouped into blood clouds all over the sky, and then swarmed down, swallowing up the Taoist palace below.

There was no sound in the field, only the roars of the ferocious monsters were left, as if the most primitive beasts were hunting, tearing apart the fattest meat in the world.

Until everything is silent.

A sharp wail penetrated everyone's eardrums. It was the most desperate cry and a begging full of confusion!

"Fellow sects kill each other! Why!"

"Why!!"

The sound of crying floated in the air, and the tall Taoist Palace slowly collapsed, roaring continuously, turning into the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and dissipating into the air.
Chapter completed!