Everlasting Sword God - Chapter 679

[Chapter 679 There is still a catastrophe]

This judgment was actually calculated by Miss Yuan a year ago.

But she never dared to say.

Because if it was said, the Wanxian Bureau would have to be destroyed at that time.

Prince Yuan is not a person to talk to.

So she would rather spend a year looking for a solution and find a way to save Prince Yuan’s life. After reckoning, the only one who can solve this matter is the Nine Links of Wisdom and Soul hidden in the Tianjing Buddha.

That’s why she did not hesitate to spend all her wealth, recruiting experts, and exploring the Tianjing Buddha.

——Fortunately, when I met Shen Zhenyi, I was able to obtain the Nine Links of Wisdom and Soul without any bloodshed. When I think about it now, it is like a dream.

With this thing in hand, she dared to tell the truth.

But even so, he had to face the wrath of Prince Yuan first.

“Bold!”

Prince Yuan shouted loudly.

His anger turned into substance, like a wave of air, which exploded with a bang. Miss Yuan only felt annoyed in her chest. She was blasted three feet away, bleeding from the corners of her mouth, and the people around her were even more unbearable and upside down.

And the gate of Wanxian Bureau has been smashed by this anger, bricks and stones are flying around, and giant trees are broken.

“This king is destined to return, he is extremely noble, and he is unparalleled in martial arts. How can he die, and how can he die unexpectedly!”

Prince Yuan’s voice was cold and stern, “The judgment of your Wanxian Bureau is really bad.”

It doesn’t sound good, it’s death.

The rain stopped.

To be precise, it wasn’t the rain that stopped, but because of the anger of the seventh-level master of the God-Human Realm, the raindrops stagnated and turned into steam.

In the haze, Prince Yuan’s eyes like mung beans flickered fiercely.

If you say one wrong sentence, you will die without a place to be buried.

Miss Yuan swallowed her saliva and said bravely, “My lord is surrounded by enemies on all sides and is in danger. It was indeed exhausted. But my Wanxian Bureau reckons that Qingming, the lord still has a chance to break the game, and this is this thing.”

She held the Nine Links of Wisdom Soul in both hands and respectfully raised it above her head.

The nine skulls shrouded in black smoke, faintly emitting a cry like a ghost.

“Oh?”

The fat on Prince Yuan’s face trembled.

He stretched out his hand to probe, and the spirit of wisdom flew up in a series of nine, and fell firmly into his hands. In Miss Yuan’s hand, there is a big bunch, but in his hand, it’s just a small pendant wrapped around a thick finger.

“Nine Links of Wisdom and Soul?”

Although Prince Yuan is greedy for food, he is also a person who knows goods. As the last prince, he also recognizes this legendary nine chain of wisdom and soul that transfers disasters. He rubbed it in his hand and couldn’t help laughing.

“Good! Good! Good!”

He squinted his eyes and was very satisfied: “The Wanxian Bureau really still has the legacy of Mr. Yuan Da, and being able to take out this nine chain of wisdom and soul to transfer the king’s life can be considered as your trouble. It seems that you don’t have to die today. .”

Nor is he a fool.

He was the first to bear the brunt of the crisis in Xuantian City, how could he not understand.

It’s just that in this big vortex, extending his head is also a knife, and shrinking his head is also a knife, what can he do for a person who is coveting comfort and pleasure.

If not in a predicament, who would have nothing to tell fortunes?

Perhaps only this ninth chain of wisdom and soul can save his life.

Unexpectedly, the Wanxian Bureau has declined so far, and he can still help him find this thing. Prince Yuan is happy in his heart and burst into laughter.

The rain that melted into mist just now condensed into raindrops again in an instant, rushing down, and everyone was soaked, but no one dared to say much, and only laughed together with Prince Yuan.

Right now.

In the depths of the rainy alley, a figure in red slowly walked out, dragging the ground with a long sword in his hand. Even on the wet ground, bright yellow sparks still bloomed.

A curved trajectory stretches behind this person, and I don’t know how long it has come.

Prince Yuan is still laughing.

He felt the killing intent, but he didn’t take it to heart.

With his seventh-level martial arts cultivation in the Divine Human Realm, coupled with his fat body that is almost invulnerable, and various guards in the open and secret, he is not afraid of assassination at all.

What’s more, now the Nine Links of Wisdom Soul has been in his hands.

——The catastrophe of his life should have passed.

Who can kill him?

Prince Yuan looked up at the sky and didn’t care.

The sixteen god-human realm sixth-level warriors carrying the sedan chair became nervous, and they bore the brunt of the attack, trying to block the assassin’s attack.

Seemingly slow and fast, the man in red seemed to be in the blink of an eye and had already reached the crowd.

It was only then that she could see that this was a small girl. Her sheathless blade was seven feet long and taller than her height, so she had to drag it on the ground.

“Who is coming! Hurry back!”

“Don’t collide with the lord!”

“Go one step further, kill without mercy!”

The warrior who carried the sedan chair shouted in disorder.

No matter what, Prince Yuan is also a descendant of the dynasty and has his own privileges.

Even if they were unwilling, they were still the guards of Prince Yuan.

The girl stopped.

The murderous aura that permeated the rain and fog suddenly disappeared.

Everyone was relieved.

Maybe…it was just a misunderstanding, just a martial arts girl who accidentally bumped into Prince Yuan’s car. After all, there are countless people who want to kill Prince Yuan, but they will not send a young girl to die.

“Little sister, leave quickly, don’t disturb me here!”

The voices of the sedan chair warriors softened a lot.

The girl in red slowly raised her head, her eyes were pale, her skin was as white as paper, and a pair of black pupils like lacquer were dotted in it, even more disobedient.

She suddenly raised the corner of her mouth, revealing a strange smile.

“Be careful!”

Everyone was in a trance for a while, and suddenly felt that something was wrong.

The sword light suddenly rises!

A crimson-like sword light turned into a long-horned specter, fitting in and pounced!

The target – Prince Yuan!

“Sura – the burning of the sky!”

Prince Yuan’s eyes widened, and he shouted in amazement. He pushed his palms flat, and the nine circles of wisdom and soul flew up in place, turning into a black arc and blocking in front of the red long-horned ghost.

——I thought that such a treasure would be able to resist this sword for a while, so that he would be able to use it calmly and use Amitabha’s peerless body training method to reach this evil sword. But it never occurred to me that after the nine series of Zhishun were sacrificed, they didn’t hold up for even a second in front of the fiery red Shura, and immediately collapsed and spread out in all directions.

“not good!”

Yuan Wangye was heartbroken.

His Amitabha Supreme Body has not yet finished the exercise, and the sword of Shura Tianzhi is imminent. If he wants to fight, where is it in time?

laugh!

The red evil ghost passed by, and Prince Yuan was stunned on the spot.

After a few seconds of silence, his huge body was evenly divided into two halves and flew out to the left and right!

A bloody waterfall rose into the sky.

A black skull with nine series of wisdom souls, rolled into a pool of blood, and spun around, without stopping for a long time.

Yuan Wangye, who obtained the nine-chained series of wisdom and soul, still did not escape the misfortune of death.