C1446 He Was Prepared for a Deadly Trap
C1446 He Was Prepared for a Deadly Trap
The former Sect Master of the Inferno Sect, the current Vice Sect Master of the Haoyang Sect, Zeng Lieh, who had the appearance of a man and a daughter.
The current Vice Sect Master of the Haoyang Sect had the ability to concoct Foundation Elixir, Shaohuang, who had just been sent flying.
In the Candle Forest, three True Palace realm prison practitioners surrounded Zhao Quan.
"Vice Sect Leader Shao, no, Sect Leader Shao, don't you think too highly of this kid?"
Zeng Lieh's eyes were burning with passion, as if he was looking for a ten-thousand-year-old ginseng.
Situ Zhengyang stared at Zhao Quan, as if he was going to turn into a tiger and swallow him whole. He was not fierce, but greedy. "Although he is just a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator, it is better to be careful. We must not let him escape."
"Little bastard, I have said that I will come back. You didn't expect that I would really come back!" Shaohuang said with a wild smile on his face. He felt like a small person who had achieved success, "I'm a man of my word. I won't let you die!"
Zhao Quan looked around at the three of them. Finally, his eyes fell on Shaohuang's face. "You are noisy. Didn't you tell them how you were sent flying? You fled in a panic like a dog. Now, you're shameless enough to seek revenge on me, and you even brought two helpers with you. "What? "If a child loses in a fight, he'll look for his parents. Did you call your parents over as well?"
Shaohuang was already seriously injured. Luckily, he was an alchemist, and didn't lack any medicinal plants. That was why he was able to recover so quickly. However, it had only been a short period of time, and he had only recovered fifty percent of his injuries.
When he heard that this old man with a long beard had been forced to take care of his parents by Zhao Quan, his heart was filled with excitement! It was a huge commotion! That kind of feeling was truly... Spitting out a huge mouthful of blood, the white robe in front of him that he had just changed into was instantly dyed red. He was furious!
You little bastard, words are useless. Today, you won't be able to escape the fate of being refined by the three of us!"
Shaohuang threw his head back and roared furiously. Three thousand strands of hair fluttered in the wind, and the corners of his eyes seemed like they were going to split apart. It was obvious that the fury in his chest had reached its peak.
Situ Zhengyang and Zeng Lieh exchanged a glance. Then, the three of them joined forces and unleashed three curved golden flames, forming a circle of flames that tightly surrounded Zhao Quan.
This golden flame was a match for the flames of the Imperial Palace Prison practitioners. It was very difficult for ordinary Zhen Palace Prison practitioners to possess it. However, if they had a spirit weapon that they could borrow, they could also store a small amount of golden flames.
Shaohuang and the other two were sect masters. Although this spirit weapon was precious, it was obvious that they still had it in their hands.
"Golden flames, huh?"
Zhao Quan remained motionless like a mountain as he quietly observed. If it was just this little trick, it would really disappoint his expectations. If it wasn't enough to satisfy him, he would kill all three of them.
"Do it. There's no harm in being prepared. Come!"
Shaohuang shouted. The three of them joined hands once again and unleashed an unknown combat skill that had nothing to do with the flames.
In an instant, a fierce wind howled, and a dark haze covered the area.
All of a sudden, Zhao Quan felt as if someone was staring at him closely. And this feeling came from the sky above his head. He raised his head and saw a grey coffin hovering above him. Although it was just a shadow, the lifeless grey still made people shiver in fear.
There was no coffin lid on the gray coffin. The coffin was upside-down. The inside of the coffin was as black as ink, but there was a sinister red eye staring at Zhao Quan. This blood red eye seemed to be able to hook one's soul, and it would forever fall into the depths of hell.
Suddenly, eight withered white skeletal arms extended out of the pitch-black coffin. They were like the bodies of snakes, twisting and extending endlessly, and they pounced at Zhao Quan with a speed that was as fast as lightning.
Zhao Quan was about to smash these skeletal arms with his fist when he suddenly discovered that there was an inexplicable force that appeared out of thin air that froze him. It made him feel as if he had sunk into a quagmire, and it was difficult for him to do anything.
He struggled with all his might, and finally managed to break free. However, those eight withered white bone arms were already at his side!