The referee quickly closed the formation.

But it was too late, the formation was already stained with filthy water and could no longer be used.

The referee's pupils shrank and he quickly threw away the abandoned formation, as if he was avoiding snakes and scorpions.

The game ends.

Both sides suffered losses.

Zhan Wuque lay on his back on the ground, his face pale, his breathing weakly, and he was in a free state.

It seems to be exhausted.

Xu Yin and others kept rolling around and wailing.

"this?"

The referee looked at this scene and didn't know how to judge the result.

Both sides lost their combat effectiveness, but the game was not over yet, and it was the first time the referee encountered this situation.

"Is this still necessary to worry about it? I will definitely win Fengshafeng in this team game!" Wang Dong stood up and said.

"The total score is exactly five to five, but because I ranked first in Fengsha Peak last time, I should have extra points, so this time the first place is still ours, and Tianji Peak is second."

Wang Dong said shamelessly.

Tianjizi ignored Wang Dong. At this time, he was checking Zhan Wuque's injuries.

"Young master, how do you feel?" Linglong and other women asked anxiously, with a worried look on their faces.

But Zhan Wuque's eyes were closed and he did not respond.

"Announce the results quickly!"

Wang Dong urged.

He didn't care about the life or death of Xu Yin and others, but the ranking.

Xu Yin looked at the cold and ruthless Wang Dong, and then looked at Zhan Wuque, who was surrounded by a group of people. He felt sad and a mouthful of black blood spurted high.

"I hate it!"

Xu Yin let out his last roar and died suddenly.

After him, all the rest of Fengsha Peak died suddenly.

"Hiss, this filthy water is so terrifying!"

Seeing this scene, the disciples in the audience were frightened.

Xu Yin and others all had the strength of a half-step martial spirit, but they still couldn't stop it.

Wang Dong's face froze.

Now Xu Yin and the others are all dead, and the winning side of the game is undoubtedly Zhan Wuque and Tianji Peak.

"snort!"

Wang Dong left with his sleeves.

Tianjizi had no intention of talking to him about the bet, so he hurriedly sent Zhan Wuque back to cultivate.

Three days later.

A piece of news spread in the sect.

The Tianji Peak Battle, which showed its power in the ranking battle, was so badly injured that it was almost out of reach because of its serious damage to its soul.

Tianjizi found several miracle doctors but was helpless.

Zhan Wuque is now spending his last time at Chixiao Peak, and only one breath is left.

I expected to live tonight.

As soon as the news came out, some people were happy and some were sad.

Night falls.

White lanterns have been hung on Chixiao Peak.

In the mountains and forests, the wind blew, and the sound of a woman's sob could be heard vaguely.

A figure covered in a black robe took advantage of the night and used some method to avoid the White Cloud Formation, quietly entered Chixiao Peak, hiding in the dark.

At this time, on Chixiao Peak, Linglong and other women were wearing mulberry and mahjong, kneeling on the ground and sobbing.

Not far away, a mahogany coffin is being placed.

This is a temporary mourning hall with a magical throne on it.

"Young Master, you are dead, what should we do in the future?"

Linglong and the women couldn't stop crying.

Not far away, Tian Jizi was watching this scene, secretly feeling sad.

"Don't worry, Wuque is the great hero of Tianji Peak. I will arrange the greatest funeral tomorrow," Tianjizi sighed, stood silently for a while, and turned around and left.

"Brother Zhan, go all the way!"

Yang Kang, Jin Cheng and others looked sad, and each of them lit a stick of incense.

"Oh, what a pity," the third elder shook his head.

"I must find out who is behind the scenes!"

Leng Shuang swears in her heart.

The people behind the scenes were too vicious, and the ten girls in the Jade Girl Peak team died suddenly on the spot. Zhan Wuque eventually died with hatred and could not escape death.

This hatred is irreconcilable!

As time passed, the third elders and others also left one after another.

At midnight, the moon is dark and the wind is high.

In front of the mourning hall, only Linglong, Long Yunyun, Ling'er, and Long Jiaojiao were still guarding the spirits.

Ling Feixue and Murong Qianqian were seriously injured in the ranking battle and had not recovered. Because of the wake and heartbrokenness, they had fainted and were sent back to the room.

Just then, a gust of wind suddenly blew in.

"Strange, there is a formation outside to block it, how could wind come in?"

Ling'er said in confusion.

The next moment, she suddenly widened her eyes.

A mysterious man shrouded in black mist appeared next to the coffin at some point.

"Who are you!?"

Ling'er and his friends immediately took out the sword.

"snort!"

The mysterious man snorted coldly, and Ling'er and others seemed to be hit by an invisible force, all flew backwards and fainted.

"The plan finally succeeds!"

The mysterious man's hoarse voice sounded, unable to tell the difference between men and women.

He smiled, grabbed the lid of the coffin and lifted it up violently.

The next moment, his face changed wildly.

There was no one inside the coffin!

"not good!"

The mysterious man had a bad premonition and immediately soared into the sky, merged into the void, and wanted to leave.

But at this moment, a figure suddenly stood in front of the mysterious man.

"I've come here, why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

It is Wei Ning, the leader of the Herbal Medicine Hall!

The mysterious man's pupils shrank and he immediately turned around and fled.

But as soon as he turned around, he found that the retreat was blocked.

"Tianjizi!"

The mysterious man looked at the Tianji Sword in Tianjizi's hand, and a hint of fear appeared in his eyes.

In the darkness, Zhan Wuque walked out slowly.

His face was normal and his eyes were plain, so he looked like he was still injured.

"Boy, you're cheating!"

The mysterious man said angrily.
To be continued...