Chapter 348
When Jun Wuqi and his group were fighting with Fang Zhuzi, Jun Jiuxiao was just rushing from Xuantian Holy Land to Zulong Tomb.
Along the way, he was neither fast nor slow, thinking while rushing.
He was sure that the master of the temple was not the person behind the harvest of the son of luck.
But he always felt that the master of the temple was connected with the person behind the scenes.
When he came to the territory of Daqin, he found several strong auras in Daqin, but they declined in an instant.
"What's going on? What are the people of Daqin doing? Or is the master of the temple doing something?"
When he was about to go in, 2233 called Jun Jiuxiao, "Host, I found that Fu Yu took his uncle to the place where the ancestors were in seclusion."
"Hmm? Turn on the picture so that I can see." Jun Jiuxiao stopped.
"It's ready." 2233 was already prepared. Jun Jiuxiao spoke, and the picture of Fu Yu appeared in front of Jun Jiuxiao.
Fu Yu and his uncle went to the place where the ancestors were in seclusion openly. They broke into the place directly, as if they had known that there was no one in Xuantian Holy Land.
They searched through the place where the ancestors were in seclusion, left disappointed, and went to the treasure house of Xuantian Holy Land.
Suddenly, Jun Jiuxiao seemed to feel something, his expression changed drastically, the space around him was still, and he took a step to the tomb of Zulong.
The red line that suddenly appeared was Jun Jiuxiao's causal red line.
The red line went straight to Fang Zhuzi's outstretched arm. Fang Zhuzi also saw the red line attacking him, and his face finally changed.
He raised the wooden stick with his other hand, and spiritual power rushed into the wooden stick frantically, trying to stop the red line.
However, everything he did was in vain, and the red line went straight through the wooden stick.
Next, in Fang Zhuzi's stunned eyes, his arm was cut off by the red line, and blood was dripping.
Ying Wanning was ready to die with Jun Wuqi. She looked at the painful Jun Wuqi with a sad face.
But in an instant, her prayer came true. Someone came to save Jun Wuqi.
"You are looking for death!" These three words were filled with rage. Ying Wanning felt that the voice was familiar. She looked up.
Not only did she feel that the voice was familiar, but the ancestors of Xuantian Holy Land also felt that the voice was familiar. They also looked up at the source of the voice.
Others also looked in the direction of the voice.
What caught their eyes was a man with white hair and black clothes. He stepped on the void with rage.
Most of them were shocked. This... This is the Son of Xuantian. Why is he so strong?
At the moment they were stunned, Jun Jiuxiao had come to Jun Wuqi's side. "Master, I said I would deal with the master of the temple. Why didn't you listen?"
Jun Wuqi had no strength and looked at Jun Jiuxiao worriedly.
Jun Jiuxiao understood his worries, "Master, don't worry, he is too weak and can't hurt me yet."
During the conversation, Jun Jiuxiao had already checked Jun Wuqi's body and found no injuries.
Jun Wuqi's spiritual energy was just exhausted, and he was invaded by the evil spirit and the curse of the Qilin clan. Now he was weak and panicked.
Fang Zhuzi saw that Jun Jiuxiao's mind was on Jun Wuqi, so he held the stick tightly again. The fishy smell on the stick became stronger and stronger, and he tried his best to attack Jun Jiuxiao.
Yi Zu Gu Ming shouted, "Jiuxiao, be careful."
But it was too late, Fang Zhuzi's stick had already come behind Jun Jiuxiao.
Fang Zhuzi thought he had succeeded in the sneak attack and laughed cruelly.
But in a flash, he couldn't laugh anymore, and the stick was blocked at a distance of one finger from Jun Jiuxiao's head.
"Your stick is somewhat familiar." Jun Jiuxiao stood up, turned around, held the stick, and took it from Fang Zhuzi.
Jun Jiuxiao gently wiped the stick, and the bloody aura on it all dissipated, "It turns out that it is really something from old acquaintances, no wonder I feel familiar with it."
He took the stick away and waved his hand gently, and Fang Zhuzi was thrown dozens of meters away, without any resistance.
"Gudong..." The people present were speechless, but their wide eyes were enough to express their shock, "Is this person really the Son of Xuantian? Damn, he is ridiculously strong."
"We worked so hard to cut off a single hair of the person, but he waved his hand lightly, and the person had no resistance?"
They turned their eyes to Jun Wuqi again, as if asking, "Is this your apprentice?"
Ying Wanning and the ancestors of Xuantian Holy Land also had the same expression. They knew that Jun Jiuxiao was strong, but they didn't expect him to be so strong.
Jun Wuqi was also confused. Is little Jiuxiao so strong? If I had known that he was so strong, I would have brought him to the door to slap Fang Zhuzi in the face.
What else is he planning? What else is he planning? He is still determined to die, and he has even written a suicide note.
"Cough cough cough..." Fang Zhuzi coughed violently again.
But, Fang Zhuzi...The cough was really weak, and he coughed and vomited blood.
After a while, he recovered and looked at Jun Jiuxiao, "Who are you? How can you be so strong?"
Jun Jiuxiao did not answer him, and drew out the evil spirit and the curse of the Qilin clan from Jun Wuqi's body, and Jun Wuqi's face regained some color.
In addition to the people from the two holy places of Yaochi and Yaoguang, the evil spirits and the curse of the Qilin clan of other people were also drawn out.
These evil spirits and the curse of the Qilin clan were compressed into a black ball by Jun Jiuxiao.
He played with the black ball and said with interest: "You are really a genius. First, you used the resentful dragon's energy to suppress the curse of the Qilin clan."
"The resentful dragon's energy of a dragon is not as good as the curse of the Qilin clan's accumulated power for millions of years."
"You slaughtered other ancient monster clans and sucked their blood while they were alive, making them resentful and helping you suppress the curse of the Qilin clan."
"Using the resentful evil energy to suppress the curse of the Qilin clan, using poison to fight poison, it's a good idea."
"After hundreds of thousands of years, the Qilin clan has... The curse of the Qilin clan and the evil spirit have been completely entangled. "
"You thought of letting the curse of the Qilin clan devour the evil spirit, and then pass the evil spirit to others, and the curse of the Qilin clan will also leave with the evil spirit."
"I have to admire you."
"But I'll give your things back to you."
Jun Jiuxiao threw the black ball at Fang Zhuzi, who was still coughing up blood, and he shouted, "No! I don't want it."
No matter how he shouted, it was useless. The curse and the evil spirit had returned to his body.
Fang Zhuzi screamed in pain, "No!" The strange black lines climbed up Fang Zhuzi's body again, his pupils turned black again, and his whole face was covered with strange black lines.
The matter was almost resolved and no one was hurt. Jun Jiuxiao personally treated Jun Wuqi's injuries and said jokingly: "Master, you are a little weak."
Jun Wuqi glared at him, "Why didn't you say you were so strong earlier!? You almost killed me!"
"Also, you little brat, why are you so late? If you come later, I will collect your body."