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Chapter five hundred and twentieth the death of the speaker

Whether Ji Ding dies has nothing to do with his Ching Chi. Although he has known Ji Ding for a long time, he does not care about Ji Ding's life or death. But if Ji Ding is killed, then the magic pattern master's temple may fail in this battle. If the magic pattern master's temple fails, then his Ching Chi will not be able to obtain the expected benefits.

The reason why Chi Chi appeared in the Tianyue Continent was because Ji Ding promised him to move him, otherwise he would come to the barren Tianyue Continent if he was sick. In this continent, there were not many things that could make him fall in love with.

Among the four continents in this world, the Tianyue Continent is indeed the most barren, and the cultivation resources are pitifully few. No wonder there are only a few cultivators in the Spirit Emperor realm in the entire continent. Although the Demon Horn Continent is not the strongest among the four continents, the resources on the Demon Horn Continent are several times richer than the Tianyue Continent, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is ten times richer than here.

"Ji Ding, you are useless!" Zhi Chi rushed towards Su Luo like lightning and said sarcastically.

"Don't leave!" Elder Shao Lun, when he saw Zhi Chi killing Su Luo, his heart tightened and he hurriedly chased behind Zhi Chi.

Shao Lun also saw that Ji Ding could not be blocked under Su Luo's attack. As long as he could hold Zhi Chi for a while, Su Luo could kill Ji Ding. Shao Lun was also not sure why Su Luo's combat power increased greatly, but now is not the time to ask about these things. Su Luo's combat power is of course a good thing.

Shao Lun chased at the fastest speed, but his speed was still much slower than Zhi Chi. Even if he was not injured, the two of them would compete for speed, and he might not be as good as Zhi Chi, let alone the injury is severe now and his speed is also affected.

"Suro. Take me a stick!"

Zhi Chi waved the black stick in his hand and smashed it at Su Luo from afar. At the same time, he drank wildly.

The stick shadow instantly expanded in the space, like a black sky tearing off, and with terrible power, it covered Su Luo's head.

"Black-skinned monster, are you looking for death?" Su Luo's breath surged and he stabbed out in an electric light.

At this time, Su Luo frowned. He felt more and more that he lacked a sword-shaped spiritual treasure. His spiritual heart sword technique now has three styles, which are all sword moves. If there is a sword-shaped spiritual treasure and martial arts combination, the power will definitely be improved and easier. When Su Luo's strength is low, this feeling is not very obvious, but as the realm continues to improve, the power of martial arts continues to increase, Su Luo's feeling is becoming stronger and stronger.

"Zhi Chi, let's join forces to kill Su Luo!" Ji Ding felt relieved when he saw Zhi Chi coming to help, and shouted loudly, while Black Dragon Bo attacked Su Luo again.

"die!"

Suluo's electric-optical style blocked Zhi Chi first. Then Lingbo stepped forward and the Daluo divine body was operative. The Soul-Devouring Style attacked Ji Ding.

"Chew!"

The soul-devouring style, with almost no sound, emerged in the space and hit the black dragon wave in an instant.

When the black dragon wave touched the soul-devouring style, the soul-devouring style was finally melted away by the black dragon wave. However, this time, the black dragon wave did not melt away one-tenth of the soul-devouring style at all. The huge black dragon cried out with a tragic sound and dispersed. The soul-devouring style continued to carry unparalleled power and rushed towards Ji Ding.

Ji Ding jumped with his eyebrows quickly, and he threw out the defensive spirit treasure, and then his body quickly retreated.

"Damn it!" Ji Ding cursed.

"boom!"

The soul-devouring style of the God-Destroying Technique hit Ji Ding's defensive spirit treasure, and the surface of the defensive spirit treasure was shining wildly.

"Click!"

Finally, the defensive spiritual treasure made a crisp sound, and then the light disappeared.

The remaining power of the Soul-Devouring Style passed through the defensive spirit treasure and continued to bombard Ji Ding.

"Damn it, how can you be so strong? How can you be so strong?" Ji Ding retreated quickly, trying to avoid the Soul-Devouring Sword Shadow.

But no matter how fast he is, he cannot be faster than the Soul-Devouring Stage. While breathing, Ji Ding was still directly swept by the Soul-Devouring Stage.

"No!"

"Zhi Chi, save me!" Ji Ding's horrified voice resounded throughout the battlefield.

Everyone heard the scream and looked at it. They all saw Ji Ding being hit by a sword shadow formed by the soul-devouring style.

"Why is this bastard so strong?" Of course, Zhi Chi didn't want to see Ji Ding die, but the stick he smashed from afar was blocked by the sword shadow released by Su Luo. When he got closer, Ji Ding had been hit by another sword shadow from Su Luo. He wanted to help Ji Ding, but it was too late.

Ji Ding's screams did not last. In an instant, his voice stopped abruptly. Then, Ji Ding's body fell from the air and was within everyone's sight.

Everyone saw that Ji Ding's head disappeared. The vitality on Ji Ding's body also passed away quickly and disappeared in a blink of an eye. Obviously, Ji Ding had been killed.

"What?"

"This...this..."

The cultivators on the side of the Dharmapatternator's temple were all stunned.

"Sir Speaker, is he dead?"

They couldn't believe their eyes. What kind of person Ji Ding was like? He died just by saying that he died? Although he witnessed this scene with his own eyes, many people still couldn't believe it. They suspected that they had an illusion. Ji Ding, who has been in the Tianyue Continent for tens of thousands of years, how could he die just by saying that he died?

When He Chun saw this scene, his fear became more and more intense. He vaguely felt that something was wrong, and this battle of the Magician Master's Dojo might eventually fail. Once the Magician Master's Dojo failed, what would happen to him, a betrayer? Even if he chose to surrender in time, would Su Luo let him go?

"Impossible, Su Luo can't let me go!" He Chun was confused and gritted his teeth. He looked at the others nearby, "What should I do? What if it fails? I don't want to die!"

He Chun looked at the distance again, and subconsciously began to move towards the edge of the battlefield. Once the magician's dojo was really unable to resist, he could only escape at the fastest speed. As long as he escaped from the Tianyue Continent and went to Wuwang Sea, it would be difficult for Sulu to go to Wuwang Sea to chase him. Wuwang Sea is so vast, there is always a place where he lives.

...

"Zhi Chi, take my move!"

Shao Lun caught up with Zhi Chi from behind. He also saw that Ji Ding had died, but he did not lose his mind or hesitate, and directly attacked Zhi Chi. Shao Lun was not worried at all that he would be in danger now. He knew that after Su Luo killed Ji Ding, he would definitely help him deal with the one-horned zhi Chi.

"Old guy, you are looking for death! You didn't kill you just now, so you dare to come up!" Zhi Chi was furious and turned around and bombarded Shao Lun.

"Elder Shao Lun, leave this black-skinned monster to me, you should heal your wounds quickly." Su Luo said to Shao Lun. He saw that Shao Lun was not in a minor state of injury. If he didn't hurry up and heal, it might leave hidden dangers. Elder Shao Lun's lifespan is not too much. If he doesn't heal his wounds quickly, it is likely that his lifespan will be greatly reduced again.

Although the Canglong Pill can prolong life, it is not omnipotent.

"Sect Master, I'm fine. Let's work together to kill this monster." Shao Lun said to Su Luo.

"Elder Shao Lun, just leave this black-skinned monster to me. Don't worry, he will definitely die today. The idiot from the Demon Horn Continent dares to come to Tianyue Continent to be presumptuous!" Su Luo said, looking at Zhi Chi, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

"Elder Zhi Chi, you heal your wounds first, and then help Elder Tuomin kill Jionghua." Su Luo glanced at Jionghua who was fighting with Tuomin again.

Jionghua is not a match for Tuomin, and has been suppressed by Tuomin, but Tuomin's advantage is not enough to turn into a victory in a short period of time. Therefore, as long as Elder Shao Lun helps Tuomin a little, Jionghua will definitely be severely injured and then killed.

"Ahhhh!"

The conversation between Sulu and Shao Lun made Zhi Chi furious. He went crazy and bombarded Sulu with all his strength. Sulu didn't take him seriously at all. How could he relieve his hatred if he didn't kill Sulu?

"Soul-Devouring Style!"

Su Luo smiled coldly, and the Soul-Devouring Style took action. Zhi Chi's strength is indeed slightly better than Ji Ding, but the strength is limited. Ji Ding has no resistance in Su Luo's hands, and it is also impossible for this Zhi Chi to block Su Luo's attack. His black long stick was directly knocked away by the Soul-Devouring Style.

It was not until this time that Zhi Chi realized how strong Su Luo was. Before, he saw Ji Ding being useless and thought that it was Ji Ding. Now it was his turn that he knew how difficult it would be to block Su Luo's attack.

With just one formal contact, Zhi Chi became interested in retreating. He knew that he was definitely not Su Luo's opponent. He faintly regretted coming to the Tianyue Continent from Wuwang Sea. Originally, he looked down on the Tianyue Continent very much, and at the same time he believed that this barren continent had no cultivator or anything that could threaten him.

With his strength as a Chri, he is absolutely unparalleled in the Tianyue Continent. But he never expected that such a terrifying monster would appear in the Tianyue Continent. Before, he had heard Ji Ding say that Su Luo was too young and could enter the realm of the Spirit Emperor after practicing for only more than a hundred years.

Such cultivation speed is definitely a genius among geniuses even in the Demon Horn Continent, which is rare in history. However, he didn't care much about it. Even Ji Ding is not his opponent, so how could he care about a young boy who has been practicing for more than a hundred years?

"Suluo, let me go, I will go back to Wuwang Sea." Zhi Chi stared at Suluo and said in a low voice. He wanted to leave.

As for the lives and deaths of those people in the Dharmapatternator's temple, it has nothing to do with his Ching Chi.

"Want to leave?" Su Luo stared at Zhi Chi.

"Yes, as long as you let me go, I will go back to Wuwanghai immediately. The matter here has nothing to do with me." Zhi Chilian said. If he stays here, he may die.

"You just killed several spiritual emperor cultivators from my Tianyue Sect. Now you want to leave? As the leader of the Tianyue Sect, how can I let you go? Zhi Chi, stop dreaming. Since you are here, you will participate in this battle, so stay here forever!" Su Luo's eyes condensed, and he said in a cold voice.
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