Chapter 506: Both Died

"Do you think I'm a three-year-old kid? I'm going with you to Tianfumen to look for treasures? Haha, I'm still in need of treasures now?" Zhuang Wuneng laughed loudly, looking at Wan Buzui, whose blood was gushing out and whose breath was infinitely weak, with a face full of ridicule.

"Kill that bitch Feng Jianxiu. I am now the only supreme elder of the Thousand Blades Sect. Although I lost the White Tiger Sect, I own the Thousand Blades Sect. All their savings and treasures over thousands of years belong to me."

"You, a waste, actually dared to travel with a Jindan realm cultivator like me, and dared to plot against me. You deserve to die! Once you die, maybe several supreme elders of the Tianfu Sect will join forces to come. Haha, it would be best if they and the demon general fight to a draw, and I can fight out in the end, just like now, hahaha~"

"What the hell are you looking at? Oh, I know, you want to ask me if I don't want the longevity pill, right? Hehe, this kid will probably be able to escape. I know a lot of his secrets. Send someone to threaten him, and the longevity pill will come, right? Am I a genius? Hahaha~"

Zhuang Wuneng laughed up to the sky, excited to the extreme.

So many people have calculated and calculated, but they have never calculated him. They all think that he is the most stupid, but they don't know that he will be the final winner.

Earth-level talismans, magic tools, countless treasures of the Thousand Swords Sect, and longevity pills, all of these are his, all of them belong to him, Zhuang Wuneng!

With such a big harvest and such a refreshing revenge, how can he not be proud?

With a wild laugh, Zhuang Wuneng tore off the body armor and magic shoes on Wan Buzui's body, and then threw the broken body of Wan Buzui in his hand into the rolling black air.

However, at the moment when Wan Buzui's body was about to be swallowed by the dense demonic energy, his eyes swept across Wan Buzui's gray face, and he couldn't help but tremble in his heart, and quickly grabbed the dying Wan Buzui.

Seeing Wan Buzui, whose life force was almost completely cut off, Zhuang Wuneng was anxious, and he quickly passed a mouthful of true energy, shaking Wan Buzui's broken body and roaring: "What the hell are you laughing at?"

Wan Buzui woke up slowly, and looking at Zhuang Wuneng, who was anxious and angry, the irony on his mouth became stronger. He opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything, and then his head tilted, and he died completely.

"Fuck you! Get out!"

Zhuang Wuneng roared, grabbed Wan Buzui's broken body and threw it into the thick rolling demonic energy in front.

At this time, he had already felt bad in his heart, cold sweat on his head, and ran towards the entrance at the fastest speed.

At the same time, deep in the inner abyss, only dozens of miles away from the white bone platform.

Mo Qi turned into a black lightning, with a sharp whistle that broke through the air, and rushed forward with Feng Jianxiu in his hand.

Suddenly, a shrill scream resounded throughout the Demon Abyss.

This sudden change made Mo Qi's face change. He looked at Feng Jianxiu, who was holding a corpse in his hand, whose blood vessels suddenly burst and was already dead. His brows were deeply furrowed, and his eyes revealed a fierce murderous aura.

Throwing the corpse away, Mo Qi continued to rush forward with a gloomy face, at an astonishing speed.

......

Tian Fu Sect, Sect Hall.

A disciple at the top of the Condensation Realm looked at a soul tablet that suddenly shattered in front of him, rubbed his eyes in disbelief, and then let out a terrified cry:

"Oh no, Uncle Wan's soul tablet is broken!"

For a moment, the entire Tian Fu Sect was in chaos.

......

"Ah~"

An extremely angry and terrified roar sounded at the entrance of the Demon Abyss.

"Bang! Bang!"

Zhuang Wuneng hit his bald head hard, regretting it to the extreme.

"Why the hell didn't I spare this bastard's life? How can I get out now!"

He had tried dozens of times in a row. The array that was originally very useful was now useless, and the same was true for the magic formula that appeared after the golden page left by Wan Buzui was activated. This brought his originally extremely excited mood directly to the lowest point.

If he couldn't get out, he could only spend time in this dark abyss filled with thick demonic energy until his mana was exhausted, or he would face the extremely terrifying demon general.

What to do? What to do?

Zhuang Wuneng covered his head and thought hard, should he activate the talisman in his hand to attack?

No, Zhuang Wuneng denied this approach with a wry smile, then jumped up and cursed, "Damn old Wan, why are you so damn useless with all these defensive talismans!"

He was now exhausted, and with only a mid-grade earth-level attack talisman, he could never break through this formation that was enough to block several attacks from a Jindan realm cultivator, even with him.

Sitting down angrily, thinking about it, Zhuang Wuneng's eyes gradually revealed hesitation and nervousness, and looked at the deepest part of the Demon Abyss.

......

Among the broken bones all over the ground, Zhan Nianchuan stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes deep.

And on the ground, dozens of fist-sized pits appeared, and bursts of buzzing sounds came out from time to time.

Zhan Nianchuan probed his consciousness into them one by one, communicating with the Wanshi Ants digging hard inside, guiding them to explore the direction of digging.

He had spent nearly an hour here, and his heart gradually became anxious.

After such a long time, the demon man and Feng Jianxiu and others must have decided the winner, and the winner should be the demon man as expected. Once he arrives here, he will be in a passive position.

The reason was that the third-level demon-killing formation he had set up was almost exhausted by the impact of hundreds of demons. With the power of the thunder and lightning on the forty-nine formation flags, he was not sure that he could suppress a powerful demon general in the middle stage of the Naling Realm with the power of the Thunder Tribulation Stone that he could control now.

After taking a look at the piles of monster corpses outside the formation, Zhan Nianchuan took out several storage bags again and put all the corpses of the Condensation Realm monsters into the storage bags.

As soon as he finished all this, a hole suddenly diffused with extremely dense and sticky demonic energy that seemed to be real.

Zhan Nianchuan's heart trembled, and he immediately used his divine thoughts to communicate with all the Wanshi Ants, ordering them to dig with all their strength in the place where the demonic energy was diffused.

Amid the rustling sound, the speed of the demonic energy spreading became faster and faster, and the impact made Zhan Nianchuan's protective spiritual light flicker.

With all his strength, Zhan Nianchuan used the Soul Refining Technique to its fullest, trying to explore the secrets below. He was sure that there must be something extremely important to the demons buried below.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

A series of dense and loud noises, as countless silver-gray runes lit up, dozens of Ten Thousand Devouring Ants were directly bounced away by a powerful force and hit the Demon-Slaying Formation arranged behind Zhan Nianchuan.

Under the constant impact of the demonic energy diffused in the hole and the countless demons outside the formation, the arc lightning of the formation became increasingly dim.

Zhan Nianchuan was surrounded by the thick demonic energy, and he was also nauseous, his head was dizzy, and a brutal and violent emotion surged in his heart.

He was startled and immediately threw out the Thunder Tribulation Stone. The arc lightning was so powerful that it immediately suppressed the rolling demonic energy, and fell into a stalemate for a while.

Throwing a few pills into his mouth, Zhan Nianchuan concentrated on recalling these silver-gray runes that had dimmed and could not be seen, and frowned tightly.

He had never seen this formation before, and it was not of low level, at least a third-grade upper-grade formation, and it was very difficult to break.

A quarter of an hour later, Zhan Nianchuan's eyes lit up slightly, and he raised his hand to cast a spell.

However, at this moment, a faint female scream came from afar.