The Return of the Prison Dragon: The Stunning CEO throws himself into his arms

Chapter 110 The genius falls and the Zhao family is in chaos

"Do not!!!!!"

A roar of unwillingness suddenly stopped.

Zhao Chuanming's body cracked apart step by step, turning into a ball of blood mist and dissipating in the air.

The falling posture of Lihuo Xuanhuang Peak did not stop, but hit the ground hard.

In an instant, the ground beneath our feet seemed to have been shaken by a huge earthquake. It kept rolling, tearing and tearing, forming a ravine of thousands of feet, from which magma and black smoke flowed.

In the end, a bottomless and ten-mile-wide pit was left where Zhao Chuanming had been!

Above the big pit is the towering and majestic Lihuo Xuanhuang Peak, like the Immortal Mountain!

After Ye Qijue's consciousness sensed that Zhao Chuanming's aura had completely disappeared, a sneer appeared on his face, and then he took Lihuo Xuanhuang Peak back.

He was talking so much nonsense with Zhao Chuanming just now. Of course, he was not reminiscing about his old relationship with Zhao Chuanming, but he was secretly refining the top-quality spiritual treasure Lihuo Xuanhuang Peak.

If he wanted to keep Zhao Chuanming and others, Ye Qijue could only prepare to kill them with one strike!

Now that the strongest Zhao Chuanming is dead, the remaining Zhao family disciples cannot escape his grasp.

Looking at Zhao Houxue and others who had escaped dozens of miles away, Ye Qijue made a hand gesture and pursued them directly.

He flew extremely fast, and in just a few breaths, he caught up with Zhao Houxue and others.

Seeing Ye Qijue getting closer and closer to him, Zhao Houxue, who was running frantically for his life, was extremely frightened.

He desperately burned up the essence and blood in his body, causing his flying speed to increase instantly. His whole body was like a sharp arrow, and layers of sonic booms were set off in the air wherever it passed.

however.

When Ye Qijue saw this scene, he couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Can you escape?"

He was only a ninth-grade Zunhuang. Even if all his blood and essence were burned, he still couldn't escape from his grasp!

Seeing that the distance was almost close, the Chixiao Sword surrounding Ye Qijue turned into a rainbow and flashed away. Dozens of sword rays shot through the air in an instant, killing the Zhao family disciples on both sides of Zhao Houxue. .

Zhao Houxue was flying. When he looked at his companions beside him, one by one falling towards the ground like birds with broken wings, he was suddenly frightened to death!

"Fellow Daoist Ye, it's all a misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding!" Facing the threat of death, Zhao Houxue knew that with his current strength, it was absolutely impossible to escape from Ye Qijue's hands and ascend to heaven, so he quickly panicked said.

Hearing this, Ye Qijue's face was calm. He held the Chixiao Sword tightly in his hand and instantly came behind Zhao Houxue.

Finding that Ye Qijue was less than ten feet away from him, Zhao Houxue was so frightened that his whole body trembled and goosebumps appeared all over his body, making him feel like he was falling into the hell of death.

The next moment, a sharp sword light instantly struck his back, and the terrifying sword light exploded directly on his body, tearing his clothes to pieces.

For a moment, Zhao Houxue felt that his vision went dark, his throat felt sweet, and he was directly seriously injured. His flying posture became staggering, rising and falling, making it difficult to maintain.

In order to survive, Zhao Houxue screamed loudly: "Fellow Daoist Ye, as long as you let me live today, I will tell you a secret in the Hundred Beasts Mountain Range!"

When Ye Qijue heard this, he took back the Chixiao Sword and prepared to use it again.

He had lamented his bad luck before. The Hundred Beasts Mountain Range was so vast that he could actually meet the Zhao family on a narrow road.

Now that I think about it carefully, it seems that the Zhao family is also looking for something in that valley?

Thinking of this, Ye Qijue asked: "What secret?"

Zhao Houxue suddenly felt happy and said, "If you promise to let me go, I will tell you this secret!"

"Forget it." Ye Qijue sneered. The Chixiao Sword in his hand was so sharp that it could pierce the void, giving people the feeling of a ray of light on their backs.

Feeling the sudden boiling of sword intent around him, Zhao Houxue was startled. He quickly screamed: "I said! I said!"

"My ancestor of the Zhao family consulted ancient books and learned that there are ruins of ancient demon cultivators in the Hundred Beasts Mountains, and there is a piece of Chaos Demonic Hand in it!" Zhao Houxue's heart was bleeding, and he had to tell the story about the Chaos Demonic Hand, "As long as you let it go. I, this Chaos Demonic Hand is yours!"

Ye Qijue frowned when he heard this.

He knew about the existence of ancient demon cultivator ruins in the Hundred Beasts Mountain Range.

It was in this ruins that Jiuyou Lihuo was born.

But I didn't expect that there was actually a Chaos Demonic Hand in there!

As far as he knew, the Chaos Demonic Hand was a top skill in the Demon Sect Holy Land. If one could cultivate the Chaos Demonic Hand, it would be able to devour the qualifications of others, which was extremely domineering and evil.

Ye Qijue thought to himself: 'It seems that the demonic cultivator ruins in that valley have a very different origin...'

After withdrawing his thoughts, Ye Qijue's body's spiritual power burst out, and the Chixiao Sword in his hand roared and turned into sword light.

"Ye Qijue, I have told you the secret, how can you not keep your word!!" Seeing the sword light coming, Zhao Houxue was frightened and sweated all over. He quickly used the defensive spirit treasure to avoid it, and at the same time attacked Ye Qijue Qi Jue cursed loudly.

Ye Qijue picked his ears and said calmly: "When did I promise you?"

When Zhao Houxue heard this, his whole face suddenly turned red. He then recalled that he had spoken too quickly and did not care whether Ye Qijue agreed or not.

"you……"

He wanted to continue to make conditions to Ye Qijue, but his expression soon changed.

I didn't know when the Red Sky Sword had flown to his back. The sharp sword light carried terrifying power and penetrated his body straight from the back!

The terrifying sword light destroyed all his internal organs and soul.

After looking at the lifeless Zhao Houxue, Ye Qijue gently waved his hand to recall the Red Sky Sword.

At the same time, he did not forget to take a photo of Zhao Houxue's storage ring.

After scanning dozens of miles with his spiritual consciousness, and finally confirming that no one from the Zhao family had escaped to heaven, Ye Qijue returned directly the same way.

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at the same time.

Thousands of miles away from the Hundred Beasts Mountains, there is a magnificent city.

The eaves of the surrounding pavilions are stained with golden light, the carved beams and painted buildings are stained with the fragrance of books, the sky is shimmering with glow, and there are thousands of auspicious streaks in the mid-air.

This place is the ancestral land of the Zhao family!

In the ancestral land, the disciple responsible for guarding the soul lamp had an expression on his face that was so frightened that his eyes were wide open and in disbelief.

I saw Zhao Houxue, Zhao Chuanming, Zhao Hailong and other tribesmen heading to the Hundred Beasts Mountain Range. Their soul lamps were extinguished and their life tablets were shattered!

The two saint elders of the Zhao family died, and the genius of the Zhao family also died. The disciple in charge of the guard immediately knew that something serious had happened! !

After he recovered from the shock, he rolled and crawled out.

"No...no...not good!!!"

After a while, in the ancestral land, a dozen elders of the Zhao family looked at the extinguished soul lamps and broken life cards, all with extremely gloomy expressions.

The leader was a middle-aged man in his fifties, with gray hair on his temples, and a ninth-grade saint. His eyes were spitting fire, and his tone was cold and cold: "Check! Check it for me!"

The surrounding disciples and elders, facing the terrifying aura emanating from the middle-aged man, felt that they could hardly breathe, and their bodies were trembling unconsciously.

"Yes! Patriarch!"

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