Ancient sword plane, from Xianshan Villa.

A white figure suddenly appeared in the living room of the villa with a quiet and gloomy atmosphere.

The visitor was wearing a white long gown, with a elegant temperament and a less handsome appearance than a mortal. His expression naturally showed a kind of elegance and retardation, transcendence and calmness.

The figure that suddenly appeared was nothing but someone else, but Feng Rui who was passing through the Fengyun plane.

"Huhh!"

The moment Feng Rui appeared, a gust of cold wind blew in the living room, with a full of cold chill, making people tremble in their body and mind.

Immediately afterwards, a black mist floated out and instantly filled the entire broken living room.

"It's you, a little Taoist priest again. You escaped by chance last time, and you dared to come to my territory..."

The black mist gradually condensed, forming a figure nearly two meters tall. The aura released by the figure was extremely powerful, and its momentum was no worse than that of a cultivator in the Immortal Stage.

This black figure is nothing else, it is the thousand-year-old ghost king who severely attacked Feng Rui.

"The Thousand Years Ghost King!"

Feng Rui's eyes swept over coldly. It was this thousand-year-old ghost king that caused him torture for a whole year.

During his days in the Zhuxian plane, Feng Rui often missed the Thousand-Year Ghost King and wanted to repay his great kindness.

"Hehe... Little Taoist, if you have a way in heaven, you don't go, if you have no way in the area, you break in. Since you are seeking death by yourself, I'm not polite."

"It's not certain who lives and dies!"

Feng Rui suddenly snorted coldly. If it were a few years ago, he was indeed not the opponent of the Thousand Years Ghost King, but now he is different from the past. He has broken through the God Transformation Period and turned into a fire phoenix body to compete with the Thousand Years Ghost King.

A strange laughter came, and the scenes around him changed instantly, and the familiar sea of ​​blood appeared in front of Feng Rui again.

Feng Rui was suspended above the sea of ​​blood, his expression was empty and his expression was calm, and he looked at the Thousand-year-old Ghost King floating in the black fog a hundred feet away.

"Hehe... die!"

As the thousand-year-old Ghost King finished speaking, a huge blood-red aura suddenly spread out with the thousand-year-old Ghost King as the center.

As the blood-red energy spread, the sea of ​​blood tumbling, and the broken limbs and arms floating on the sea of ​​blood slowly climbed up from under the sea of ​​blood. They were mummies with broken bodies.

"Split!"

Looking at the blood-red aura that was rolling in, Feng Rui frowned slightly. He could feel the terror of the blood-red aura. If he was wrapped in the blood-red aura, his essence would probably be swallowed and sucked dry by the blood-red aura.

But with Feng Rui's whisper, the blood-red aura was bound by invisible power, as if the snow had encountered a fire candle, melting at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Roar!"

Mummies climbed up from under the sea of ​​blood and squeezed towards Feng Rui in tens of thousands. Some of these mummies were beasts, but more were humans.

There is no doubt that these mummies are the people and demons who have died at the hands of the Thousand Years of Ghost King for thousands of years.

"Kongming Sword!"

Countless sword shadows penetrated from the sky and then exploded. Sword energy scattered everywhere, and thousands of mummies were chopped down for a moment.

But the mummies seemed endless, and they could not kill them. Feng Rui crawled out as much as he killed.

"It's useless, little Taoist priest, just wait for death."

"Then I will destroy this sea of ​​blood!"

Feng Rui thought about it and took back the Qinghong Sword. Then, flames suddenly ignited all over his body, and his figure slowly disappeared. A phoenix with three feet long appeared at Feng Rui's original location.

Seeing that the mummies were unable to kill, Feng Rui no longer wasted his magic power and turned into a fire phoenix body, ready to burn the sea of ​​blood.

"The Divine Bird and Phoenix!"

The Ghost King's scream suddenly came from the black fog, as if he had seen something incredible.

"twitter!"

A shocking phoenix sounded, echoing in the endless sea of ​​blood. As the phoenix spread its wings and soared, endless flames rose in the void, covering the entire sea of ​​blood in an instant.

The temperature of the entire blood sea space is rising, and gradually the blood sea is boiling and bubbles begin to rise. The scene looks like boiled water.

"Damn it, little Taoist, stop quickly."

"twitter!"

The answer to the Thousand-Year Ghost King is a phoenix sound. As his wings continue to flap, the fire in Nanming Li spreads like a bamboo shoot. Anything that encounters the Lihuo in Nanming will be burned to ashes.

The Southern Ming Lihuo is one of the strongest divine flames in the heavens and all worlds. It can burn the sky and boil the sea and burn all things.

Although Feng Rui's current cultivation level cannot truly exert the power of the Nanming Lihuo, it is still possible to burn a sea of ​​blood.

The mummies are screaming, the sea of ​​blood is drying up...

In just a short moment, the entire sea of ​​blood disappeared, and tens of thousands of mummies disappeared into this void under the burning of Lihuo in the Nanming Dynasty.

"you……"

The aura of the Thousand Years Ghost King was weak, and it was obvious that Feng Rui burned the sea of ​​blood, which greatly damaged his vitality.

"twitter!"

Another phoenix sounded across the sky, and the Nanming Lihuo was burning all over his body. Feng Rui suddenly rushed towards the Thousand-year Ghost King.

The Thousand-Year Ghost King had only time to let out a scream and was burned to death by Lihuo in Nanming and his soul was scattered.

"call!"

Feng Rui's scenes change around him, and he returns to the living room of Zixian Villa.

After turning back to humans, Feng Rui let out a light breath, his face pale, obviously he had consumed a lot of mana.

The Thousand Years Ghost King has a profound cultivation level and is quite a cultivator in the Void Refining Stage. If Li Huo of Nanming had not restrained him, it would have been difficult for Feng Rui to kill him.

Fortunately, everything is over, and the Thousand Years Ghost King is dead after all, and Feng Rui has avenged his original revenge.

"Dingdang!"

I saw a piece of jade falling from mid-air, and it was a piece of jade.

Feng Rui bent down and picked up the fragments of Yuheng on the ground. A smile appeared on his pale face.

With this piece of jade halve, he had already collected two pieces. Now he was only the last piece away, so he could collect all the pieces of jade halves.

"How could Yuheng be on the Thousand Years Ghost King?"

Feng Rui remembers that in the original work, Yuheng was in Ye Chenxiang's hands, but the current situation is that not only did he not see Ye Chenxiang in Zixian Villa, he met a thousand-year-old ghost king.

Could it be that Ye Chenxiang has been swallowed by the Thousand-year-old Ghost King, and Yuheng has also fallen into the hands of the Thousand-year-old Ghost King?

Feng Rui shook his head gently and no longer thought so much. As long as he could get the Yuheng fragments, it would be enough.

After putting away Yuheng, Feng Rui did not stay in Zixian Villa for too long. He turned into a sword and left. He was about to return to Tianyong City after his magic power was restored. He had not been back for several years.

I don’t know if Hansu has sent someone to find him in the past few years since his disappearance?

"It's time to go back."

In the deep forest not far from Zixian Villa, Feng Rui sat cross-legged on a bluestone. After taking a bottle of elixir to refine it, the mana he consumed had recovered.
Chapter completed!