Chapter 952 - 345: Bountiful Harvest, Sacrifice, True Dragon Appears (Ten-Thousand-Word Combined - ) (Part 2)

Chapter 952: Chapter 345: Bountiful Harvest, Sacrifice, True Dragon Appears (Ten-Thousand-Word Combined Chapter) (Part 2)

Just.

Everything is already too late.

Suddenly, dozens of blood arrows shot up from underground.

Yu Xiangjian nonchalantly dodged away, but a drop of blood from one blood arrow fell onto his wound with a dripping sound. Yu Xiangjian, who was in the midst of casting a spell, suddenly contracted his pupils because he was horrified to find that the mana in his Dantian was instantly immobilized, not giving him any time to react.

Boom!

The dragon tail of the Cyan Flood Dragon directly smacked his head off.

The corpse of the Second Young Master Fish Eagle fell together with Yu Xiangjian.

.....

On the other side.

In Five-Colored Mountain.

The Heir of Celestial Yin watched the distant departure of the Seven-Colored Glazed Beast, a trace of anxiety flashing in his eyes, quickly shoving a handful of spirit pills into his mouth. Just as he was about to operate his mana, a Yellow Dragon suddenly swooped down from mid-air.

Such a close distance.

And at the lightning speed of the Yellow Dragon.

The Heir of Celestial Yin didn’t even have time to react, the Yellow Dragon directly pierced through his Dantian:

"Jie Jie"

However.

The Heir of Celestial Yin wasn’t dead.

A strange smile appeared on his face.

Fixing his gaze on a certain spot in the void:

"Got you."

Immediately after.

Blood light on his body exploded with a bang.

The whole person disappeared instantly.

In the next moment.

Appearing in the void where the Yellow Dragon had been was already a blood coffin, from which a slender jade hand reached out, probing in the air, and instantly grasped Fu Changsheng’s neck, but just as it was about to bring him into the blood coffin, Fu Changsheng transformed into a talisman burning with a bang:

"Life Replacement Talisman?!"

"Let’s see how many of those you have."

A cold voice echoed from within the blood coffin.

Slightly trembling.

Reappearing in the west.

But just as it appeared, boom, boom, boom, three Bing Fire Divine Thunders fell into the blood coffin, emitting a sizzling burnt smell, the blood light on the coffin visibly weakened compared to before, an angry voice echoed from within:

"Dare to harm this old man, courting death!"

Just about to escape back into the void.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

The Nine Yang Red Lotus Flame turned into iron chains, quickly wrapping around the blood coffin.

Immediately after.

Boom, boom, boom!

Again, three Bing Fire Divine Thunders fell.

Boom!

The blood light on the blood coffin receded, the coffin trembled slightly:

"Damn it!"

An enraged voice cried out.

Immediately after.

The blood coffin disappeared, the Heir of Celestial Yin, sucked dry, collapsed straight to the ground. At this point, the Heir of Celestial Yin was barely breathing.

In the void.

Fu Changsheng revealed the Mysterious Robe.

A hint of delight in his eyes:

"Turns out just as I guessed."

The Heir of Celestial Yin had used the blood coffin once before, but the opponent was heavily injured. From this point, it can be seen that although the blood coffin is powerful, it needs to devour essence blood, and the Heir of Celestial Yin had not yet recovered, so even if he used it, it wouldn’t last long. Also, the blood coffin is an evil artifact, Bing Fire Divine Thunder is its nemesis.

Though the Heir of Celestial Yin was sucked dry on the ground, still his life was lingering, desperately looking at Fu Changsheng with pleading eyes: "You... you can’t kill me, I am the heir of the Celestial Yin Golden Core Tribe..."

Before he could finish his sentence.

A mass of Nine Yang Red Lotus Flame fell upon him with a boom.

Boom!

The flames began to burn fiercely.

"No, no, no....."

With terror etched on his face, the Heir of Celestial Yin was quickly engulfed by flames.

The opponent possessed a strange blood coffin.

Fu Changsheng naturally dared not feed him to the Skeleton Demon Vine, lest unexpected occurrences happen, which would be disastrous.

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle!

Not long after.

The Heir of Celestial Yin was burned to a heap of ashes.

Fu Changsheng took a closer look and saw a blackish box among the ashes, with a wave of his sleeves, the ashes scattered, revealing the box with an Ancient Restriction Rune on it: "This is....."

The first thought that flashed through his mind was the blood coffin.

Before the blood coffin disappeared, the voice emanating from it was that of an old man, entirely different from the Heir of Celestial Yin, so if he guessed correctly, the box was sealing that blood coffin, which when offered in sacrifice with blood, could be summoned to the physical world using other means.

Such an uncanny item.

Fu Changsheng initially thought of destroying it outright.

But after trying various means, like earlier with the Nine Yang Red Lotus Flame, he found it impossible to inflict any harm on this bizarre box:

"Forget it, I’ll place it in the Divine Temple for now!"

If someone else finds it.

Fu Changsheng feared they might use others’ power to take revenge on him.

Better to let the Divine Temple suppress it.

With this, he waved his sleeve.

Buzz!

The black box flashed with a black light, instantly falling into the Main Hall of the Divine Temple.

The Divine Statue, after battling the old ghost last time, seemed to have recovered a bit of its Divine Light over time.

The black box was placed under the Divine Statue.

Threads of Divine Light were encircling the black box.

Buzz!

The black box seemed to tremble.

But quickly calmed down, Fu Changsheng relaxed his face: "With the Divine Statue suppressing it, nothing should go wrong."

For now, this is the only way.

To completely destroy the black box, he can only wait till he finds related information in the future.

Meanwhile.

An audible mechanical sound echoed in Fu Changsheng’s Sea of Divine Sense:

"Ding"

"You have strategically allied with Cao Xiang’er to kill the heirs of the Celestial Eagle and Celestial Yin Golden Core Tribes, earning three thousand clan contribution points"

Immediately after.

The clan contribution points on the panel abruptly changed to twenty-two thousand one hundred.

"It seems Xiang’er has finished her battle too."

Fu Changsheng made a gesture.

The storage bag of the Heir of Celestial Yin quickly fell into his hand, while he waved his sleeve, draping the Mysterious Robe over himself. Just having activated the Talisman Treasure, sequentially deploying six Bing Fire Divine Thunders, his body’s mana was nearly depleted, leaving him with no choice but to stay and await Cao Xiang’er’s return.