Chapter 385 Call out your Ziwei Fairy

"Are we... here yet?"

Luoluo searched her little head and said subconsciously.

On the top of the pavilion, there are large gold-plated characters reading Ziwei Pavilion.

The first thing you see is the classical decoration, which is mainly dark green in color. It looks extremely elegant. Countless pavilions are densely packed together, and the entire center of the island is occupied by pavilions.

Surrounded by water, the water flows slowly and is crystal clear, and you can vaguely see countless small fish swimming in it.

"Who is there!"

Several patrolling soldiers immediately stepped forward and surrounded Su Chen and others.

The leading soldier stared at Su Chen with his eyes very alert, and pointed his weapons at the necks of several people.

The cultivation base of most of these soldiers is only at the Great Saint level, and it is obvious that they are just gatekeepers.

Su Chen didn't take it seriously at all. He just raised his eyebrows slightly, and the dark blue flame instantly swept across several people.

Several people were burned to ashes in an instant before they even had time to react.

The screams continued. One of the soldiers tried his best to blow the whistle to alert the others, but the sound did not last long before he was burned to ashes.

Su Chen curled his lips and even yawned. He glanced at the soldiers on the pavilion and used his spiritual power to transmit his voice, saying, "This young master is here. I advise you to surrender quickly, otherwise don't blame me for slaughtering the entire Ziwei Pavilion today!"

Those soldiers saw with their own eyes that several people below were killed instantly. They were so horrified that they were speechless and subconsciously wanted to escape and inform the others.

But before they could take two steps, Yi Zhuyue flew up directly, and with the flash of swords and sabers, she slashed the necks of several people and they fell to the ground.

Su Chen waved his hand and Yi Zhuyue opened the door immediately.

The heavy wooden door creaked, and the scene inside instantly appeared in front of everyone.

Su Chen walked in with swagger.

When the soldiers guarding the city saw several people walking in so ostentatiously, they became furious and raised their weapons and rushed towards the enemy.

But before they could even get close to Su Chen, they were instantly swallowed by Su Chen's flames. Xiaoxian and Natasha were not idle either, killing one by one.

That group of soldiers were like moths to a flame; even though many of them had died, there were still some who were willing to die without hesitation.

Such a bloody massacre naturally attracted an elder from Ziwei Pavilion.

The elder had an immortal look, with a white beard that even reached his waist. His face was full of traces of time and he looked very shrewd.

This person is the famous old man Xuan Ji in Ziwei Pavilion. He is good at fortune-telling and his cultivation has reached the peak of the quasi-emperor level.

Looking at the people in front of him, the old man Xuanji was furious and immediately used his spiritual power to transmit his voice: "Who are you? How dare you trespass into Ziwei Pavilion? Do you want to die?!"

When Su Chen heard this, he yawned lazily and didn't even look at him.

Yi Zhuyue quickly dodged in front of him and slashed at him with a sword.

The old man Xuanji fled in a hurry, the calm expression on his face disappeared in an instant, replaced by panic.

The attack just now was so fast that it was just in the blink of an eye. If the distance was not far enough and his own realm was not high enough, he would have been killed by the knife.

But even so, his left arm was cut, and blood gushed out instantly, dyeing his clothes red in a blink of an eye.

It grimaced in pain, its eyes bloodshot, and stared at Su Chen.

"You are a bunch of arrogant kids! You really don't want to lose your lives. You have offended my Ziwei Pavilion, and I will make you pay the price!" said the old man Xuanji angrily, and then blew the communication whistle.

All of a sudden, countless elders from Ziwei Pavilion appeared, filed out, and came in front of old man Xuanji. Most of them had immortal looks, and copied a poem that showed their extraordinary calculations.

Ziwei Pavilion is famous for its ingenious calculations, but they are not just half-baked people who can only calculate, their cultivation is also very profound.

It is said that there is a fairy in there who is very capable of making every possible effort. She is extremely beautiful and has an extraordinary fortune-telling skill. All major events in the world are under her control, and her cultivation is unmatched.

Seeing more and more elders coming to Su Chen and others, most of them were at the quasi-emperor level, and many had reached the peak of the quasi-emperor level.

At this moment, he was looking at Su Chen and others with a fierce look.

"Are you okay, Xuan Ji?"

An old man in a blue and white robe supported the old man Xuanji. After seeing him shaking his head, he looked at Su Chen and others with an angry face.

Su Chen just wanted them to come. Since he was going to massacre Ziwei Pavilion, it would be interesting to let them resist.

Just want to slap them hard in the face!
Thinking of this, Su Chen waved his hand, and the others instantly understood and rushed towards these old men.

Those old men didn't expect that they would start fighting over a disagreement. They immediately felt that Ziwei Pavilion's face was severely rubbed, and they stepped forward to resist angrily.

Most of them were good at calculating, but not good at actual combat, and soon fell into a disadvantage.

Yi Zhuyue killed one by one with his sword, and even those at the peak of the quasi-emperor level could not withstand a few moves from him.

What's more, Xiaoxian and others don't need to care about life or death, just fight!
A few people fought against dozens of people alone and did not fall into disadvantage at all.

Su Chen was even more leisurely, as if he was strolling in the street. If an old man came, he would use his spiritual fire. If that didn't work, he would use his dragon martial spirit. He was not at all nervous when challenging someone of a higher level!

What was originally an anti-invasion process turned into a feast of massacre for Su Chen.

There were originally dozens of elders left, but they were killed in an instant, leaving only the old man Xuanji.

The old man Xuanji knelt on the ground in a mess, his eyes wide open, looking at Su Chen in disbelief, as if he saw the god of death of the world.

"You... don't kill me. I can tell you anything you want to know."

He took two steps back in fear and watched Su Chen getting closer and closer to him like an elegant tiger.

His eyes were wide open, and the only thing left in his sight was Su Chen's figure.

Su Chen curled his lips and smiled, looking down at the old man Xuanji.

"You're scared now. Why are you no longer that imposing look on your face? Didn't you just yell that you wanted to kill me?"

Su Chen took out his sword, lifted the old man Xuanji's chin, raised his eyebrows slightly, full of provocation.

The sword flashed with a cold light, and could cut through iron like mud. The old man Xuanji could clearly feel the icy cold blade scratching his neck.

If it were just an inch off, he would bleed to death!

The old man Xuanji swallowed his saliva and couldn't say a word at this moment.

"It's boring." Su Chen raised the sword and swung it in the air.

Each blow hit the old man Xuanji's heart heavily, as if it would cut his throat in the next second.

"Call out your Ziwei Fairy." Su Chen said slowly.

(End of this chapter)