The Eighteenth Hell of Wealth and Human Life

  Just as Juechujiu was about to launch a surprise attack and start killing, an extremely resentful voice came from all around: "You son of a bitch will not die well!"

  Unfortunately, they said that no matter how much more, it's useless. Who let them believe Yan Jiu's words? They deserved to be unlucky. When they were plotting against Yan Jiu, they should have thought that one day they would suffer the same fate.

  This time, Zhu Jiuyin had long made up his mind to kill and establish his authority. He wanted to kill and accumulate supreme merit. How could he give up such a good thing because of external forces? For the sake of that one sentence, if Zhu Jiuyin really did so, then he would be a big fool. This time, Zhu Jiuyin was crazy and reckless, releasing all his power without regard for anything. Everyone who was shrouded in it suffered the devastating blow of the heavenly thunder, not a single person was spared.

  The person who opened his mouth to speak was even more subjected to the doubled "care" of Zhu Jiu Yin. A destructive beam of light locked onto him, and frantically smashed towards him. Under such immense pressure, even if he had the cultivation of a late-stage Mahayana Golden Immortal, it would be difficult for him to withstand this destructive heavenly might. It can be said that as long as he was hit, his death would be certain.

  He was locked in by Zhu Jiu Yin, and he was also trapped in the Thunder Sea. Under such circumstances, how could he possibly escape? In fact, as soon as he opened his mouth, Zhu Jiu Yin had already made up his mind to kill this bastard. Zhu Jiu Yin wasn't a fool, and with just a little thought, he knew that this bastard was the one who had framed him. All of Zhu Jiu Yin's plans had failed because of this bastard, and if he didn't kill him, it would be unforgivable to himself.

  When he found himself locked onto by the destructive beam of light from the heavens, this bastard tried every means to shake off the lock-on, but unfortunately it was all in vain, and could only watch as the massive lightning bolt came crashing down on him.

  The hand of the God of Death touched him, and all he heard was this bastard's mournful cry: "No! You bastard, you can't do this, I have the blood of the Dragon Clan!"

  Shouting is useless, once Candle Nine Yin has made up his mind, he won't change because of his identity. What can the Dragon Clan bloodline do? Let alone just a person with Dragon Clan bloodline, even if a true dragon came, Candle Nine Yin would still kill him. At this point, talking about what's right or wrong is useless, there's only slaughter.

  "Kill you, you son of a bitch! You dare to frame me? Then be prepared to die. Today, I will go all out and won't show any mercy. All those with greedy hearts must die. The slaughter after the great calamity is beyond the law of karma, it's just great merit!"

  One strike and the nine clans would be slaughtered, although Yu Jiu Yin was not moved by the previous person's words, it still triggered his vigilance. Although the three-clan war has already reached a critical point, the high-ranking masters of the three clans cannot afford to take their hands off to deal with him. However, being cautious is better than being careless, and Yu Jiu Yin dare not guarantee that these bastards won't suddenly have a bad mood and want to drag him down to death together. Therefore, he must disappear from their line of sight.

  How can one truly escape from other people's attention? There is only one answer: death. Only the dead will no longer be noticed by others.

  The devastating heavenly thunderbolt enveloped the entire area, and Zhu Jiu Yin wanted to pretend to be dead, which was not impossible. With a thought, Zhu Jiu Yin first swept the battlefield, collecting all the valuable treasures, leaving only some things he didn't care about on the ground. Then, his body quickly shrunk into a tiny dust particle, and with the power of the divine way, he concealed all his breath, and quietly hid in the body of a dead person.

  After Candle Nine Yin finished everything, the destructive aura in the sky gradually disappeared, and the entire area became a dead silence.

  Just as the aura of Candle Nine Yin disappeared in an instant, Luo Hou, who was watching the war between the three clans, suddenly burst out a divine light in his eyes and muttered: "How is this possible? That bastard's aura has actually disappeared!"

  Luó Hóu's divine sense swept across the battlefield, and what entered his eyes was endless slaughter, with corpses scattered all over the ground. This made Luó Hóu involuntarily sigh, feeling a little reluctant in his heart.

  "Early on, I knew this bastard was so unscrupulous, I shouldn't have let him go, wasting a chance to devour the origin!"

  Although Luo Hou regretted the death of Gu Canghai, it was already a fact, and he could only swallow this bitter fruit and bring his thoughts back.

  It wasn't just Luo Hou who used his divine sense to scan the battlefield, all the masters who could split their attention did so, and they all thought that Jiu Yin, the scourge, was dead. Everyone let out a sigh of relief.

  Time and time again, the divine sense swept over from above, which made Zhu Jiu Yin's heart stuffy with a mouthful of resentment. Fortunately, this situation passed quickly, and after a long time, Zhu Jiu Yin could no longer feel the divine sense sweeping over. Only then did he carefully leave the area attached to the ground and return to the battlefield.

  At this time, it was the perfect opportunity to reap a fortune from the dead. The three clans had already been blinded by their desire for victory in the decisive battle, and countless people had fallen on the battlefield. Among the piles of corpses lay endless treasures, allowing Candle Nine to gain an enormous advantage and reap a huge profit from the carnage.

  Jiuyin was ruthless enough, not only did he take away the treasures on the bodies of these dead people, but also their corpses were not spared. As long as it was useful, he would seize it, and all the phoenix feathers, dragon tendons, dragon horns, dragon pearls, and essence blood were moved to his own divine kingdom.

  To know that in this battlefield, it's not just Jiǔ Yīn alone who is doing such things, there are also some others who are doing such things, everyone is tacitly understanding.

  However, these people are not as capable as Zhu Jiu Yin. They can only take the best things and give up on most of them. After all, they can't compare to Zhu Jiu Yin, who has a divine country that takes everything, good or bad. Of course, in this battlefield, everyone is an elite fighting for survival, so there's basically nothing worthless here.

  Kill! Kill, soon most of the elites of the three tribes had fallen, and at this time the tribal leaders were also wounded. The one who was injured the most was Zu Long, after all he was fighting against two people alone, even if his cultivation was strong, he couldn't withstand the attacks of two high-level cultivators of the same level.

  Watching his fellow clansmen fall one by one, the Ancestral Dragon's heart ached unbearably. These were all elites of the Dragon Clan, and if they all fell, the Dragon Clan would be doomed to decline.

  It's not just the Dragon Ancestor who is heartbroken, but also the Qilin King and the Phoenix Ancestor. They are all struggling to hold on at this point, and they can't bear to see their own kind decline like this. Although the three clans are the rulers of the Primordial Chaos, if they continue to wage war, they will no longer have the strength to control it.

  "Zulong took a deep breath and said, 'Qilin King, Zu Feng, do we really have to keep fighting? If we continue like this, we'll all end up destroying each other. By then, there won't be any place for our three tribes to stand in the vast wilderness!'"

  Qilin King burst into a loud scolding: "Zulong, do you think we wanted to fight? It's all because of your idiotic actions that provoked this battle! If it wasn't for your extreme provocation, how would this great war have occurred?"

  The words of the Qilin King made the Ancestral Dragon somewhat annoyed. This matter is not something that can be settled with just one slap, and it's not like the dragon tribe started this war either. The Phoenix and Qilin tribes are not exactly innocent either, if they hadn't killed off the dragon tribe's elite first, how would this great war have happened?

  The Ancestral Dragon coldly snorted and said, "Qilin King, what do you mean by this? If it weren't for your two tribes killing the children of my dragon tribe first, how would there be such a great war? You want to push the responsibility onto my dragon tribe, isn't that going too far?"

  Just as the Ancestral Dragon and Qilin King were arguing incessantly, a cold laugh spread across the entire battlefield, followed by a chilly voice: "You three have said so much, what's the point? If you want to fight, then fight to the end. However, since you don't want to continue fighting, I, Luo Hou, will send you on your way!"

  As the cold voice fell, a black-clad evil person suddenly appeared on the battlefield. Luo Hou's first move was to lock down Zulong, Qilin Wang and Zu Feng with his divine sense.

  "Your tone is too arrogant," Zulong rebuked in a low voice. "You think you can kill the three of us? That's just a pipe dream!"

  "Hmph, if it were during your three clans' heyday, I would have found it difficult to kill you. Unfortunately, now that you're all in decline, it wouldn't take much effort to eliminate you. You probably don't know this yet, but the one who instigated the great war between your three clans was me! How shocking is this news to you?"

  Luò then burst out laughing, his laughter as exaggerated as it could be.