"Buzz..." A huge fluctuation suddenly came from the turbulent mountain. In a blink of an eye, this fluctuation instantly surged within a range of tens of thousands of kilometers!

"Old Yang, I will pay my life for hundreds of disciples!" A crazy roar echoed over the mountain, but saw a flag suddenly flying out of the mountain. But every time the flag turbulent, it would be a thick yellow light that was shot out from above and then shot into a distance of ten thousand meters!

This roaring monk is a cultivator who is in the middle stage of the tribulation, and his opponent is a demon cultivator who is in the early stage of the tribulation and is about to enter the middle stage!

Wan Qingkui stood on the high platform on the mountain, watching the battle coldly. Over the mountain, thirty main-level monks stood in the void, watching the battle coldly!

In Piaomiao Sword Heart Heaven, except for Luo Tiangang's reincarnation and re-cultivation, all the others were present, including Wan Qingkui, and there were thirty ones in total! And the thirty cultivators in the void all had their breath and were indifferent to each other!

Niganxuan, Yun Wuying and Chu Xinghen, as well as the four female disciples of Wan Daoyuan, Feng Xie and his wife stood in a corner of the mountain!

At this moment, there were tens of thousands of monks on the top of the mountain, all watching this battle!

Chu Xinghen looked around at the people around him, and suddenly pointed at the distance and said softly: "Brother Ni, look there!"

Ni Ganxuan immediately looked along his fingers and said with a change in his face: "What's going on? Didn't that kid leave Mo Lixing with his niece Linglong, who declared war, and your friend Peacock?"

Chu Xinghen shook his head and said, "I don't know, who is the monk next to Su Lin?"

Niganxuan looked at the distance, where two monks stood alone. One of them was Su Lin, a disciple of the Aoqi Sect. At this moment, Su Lin was covered in a dark aura, his face was as gray as if he was dead, and his whole body was covered with a black robe, his eyes were dull and unconscious. The monk beside him had a very restrained aura and was also wearing a black robe!

But when Ni Ganxuan saw his appearance, his face suddenly changed and shouted: "It's the old devouring demon of Angry! He's the old devouring demon of Angry!"

"What..." Chu Xinghen's face suddenly changed and shouted, "What happened? Judging from Su Lin's breath, it was completely different from before, and his eyes were empty, as if he had lost his mind. How could he get along with the old demon Angry Devouring?"

Yun Wuying looked at the two of them in a low voice transmission curiously and asked curiously: "What are you saying, but you are actually saying it, what's shameful?"

Niganxuan looked coldly at the Old Devouring Demon several kilometers away, and whispered: "Brother Yun, have you seen the young monk around the Old Devouring Demon? He is a young monk from the sect where Brother Xuan used to be..." Niganxuan spent a few minutes telling the situation in the middle to Yun Wuying, and finally said solemnly: "Su Lin must have encountered something in the middle, otherwise he would never have been separated from Brother Xuan's niece Linglong!"

After listening to Ni Ganxuan's words, Yun Wuying immediately felt something was wrong, and then whispered and said, "Don't make a statement about this matter for the time being. When will you see Brother Xuan?"

When the three of them encountered such an accident, they were too lazy to watch the battle in the sky. They kept thinking about the relationship between Su Lin and the old demon who had angered...

...

In another place, Purgatory stood behind Lianlitian with a squinted face, looking coldly at Jianqian a hundred meters away, and their eyes collided wildly in the void!

"Purgatory, why do you want to fight with that sword fan?" Lian Lietian's thin face moved slightly and asked in a quiet voice!

The old man Lianyi, the eight-turn Sanxian, who was beside Lian Litian, laughed in a low voice: "Lord, you don't know the temper of the young master. Hundreds of years ago, Jianqi defeated the young master with a slight move. In this breath, he will definitely take this opportunity to return it to Jianqi!"

Lian Litian smiled at the corner of his mouth and said lightly: "Purgatory, remember to be impetuous in everything, don't keep your win or loss in your heart, otherwise, you will sooner or later have a demon. You genius, and you will definitely become enemies and friends in the future with the other two little guys! Remember!"

Purgatory shook his head indifferently and said, "Lord, I must defeat the sword craziness, otherwise, how can I talk about winning and declaring war!"

"Declare war..." Lian Lietian said quietly, "This young man is really as you said, and has understood the 'power' at a young age..."

Purgatory nodded, a hint of coldness flashed across his handsome face, and he said in a deep voice: "Not only that, I met a female disciple of Piaomiao Jianxintian a few days ago. That disciple actually practiced power. Lord, what is this power?"

A hint of gloomy look flashed in Lianlitian's eyes, and he said lightly: "The disciple of Piaomiao Jian Xintian is really not to be speculated. Any disciple can cultivate momentum! Extraordinary, especially the declaration of war, who is only in the Tianxin period, and has also practiced one of the momentum!"

Then he shook his head and said, "Originally, I just wanted to wait until you enter the tribulation period before thinking about telling you, but I didn't expect you to know this momentum. Well, after returning to the sect this time, I will give you one of the momentum Taoism!"

Purgatory was happy and hurriedly clasped his fists and said, "Thank you, Lord!"

Lian Lietian snorted coldly and said, "Purgatory, don't be happy. This momentum is not so good to practice!"

"Boom..." A shocking roar suddenly came from the sky, and a corpse slowly fell from the sky...

Wan Qingkui looked coldly and whistled indifferently, saying, "Zhong Lingchong, congratulations on your great revenge. I have endured for three hundred years, entered the middle stage of the tribulation, and finally avenged your family!"

But when he saw a black light flying from the void, the black light was in a mess all over. He looked at the corpse under his feet coldly and waved it casually. But when he saw the corpse disappearing in his hands, he said cruelly: "I not only want him to die, but also want to whip the corpse! Lord of the Rebellion, thank you for your accomplishment!" But after seeing Zhong Lingchong finishing his words, he immediately walked into the crowd!

Wan Qingkui nodded indifferently and grabbed it casually, but a list appeared in his hand. Looking through the list, Wan Qingkui crossed out the two names of the monk Zhong and the monk Yang. Then he looked at the list and said: "Sword Wudi Guanghai and Zhenmu Xingchenhai, your hatred is for an intermediate spiritual weapon, "Yushan Black Crystal Qiankun Bell", which caused hundreds of disciples to be killed and injured. How should your hatred be resolved?"

"Swoosh..." Several streams of light suddenly flew out of the crowd, but four cultivators from the Tianxin stage stood in two groups in cold air, looking at each other coldly!

"Kill!" One of the monks looked at the other party coldly and said, "I, the True Ju Xingchen Sea, and the other party will never stop!"

One of the monks spread his right hand, but he saw an oval clock appearing in his hand with a sparkling light. Looking at the spiritual weapon of disaster, the monk's eyes suddenly became cold, "Even if you kill us, you can't even think of this Qiankun Bell!"

Wan Qingkui said indifferently: "Don't talk about anything else, is it a killing or a defense?"

"Kill!" The monks on both sides suddenly shouted in unison!

Wan Qingkui put together the roster and said lightly: "Let's start!"

"Boom!" The four monks' body protection true energy opened instantly, and the next moment, they immediately penetrated into the void!

...

A month later, Wan Qingkui opened the list impatiently and continued: "The Song family of the cultivation family and the Bengyue God Sword Sea!"

"Swoosh..." The two cultivators flew out of the crowd in an instant, with cold eyes, and they immediately saw what they thought in their hearts. Without saying a word, the magic trick suddenly rose up wildly, and two magic weapons flew out of the void, and blasted up wildly!

...

Two days later, the thirty-one master-level monks, including Wan Qingkui, had a slight heart move and all looked at the sky. After a few breaths, the three masters also looked sideways towards the west at the same time!

"Bang!" A black thunder suddenly rose out of nowhere. The next moment, sword intents filled with the aura of destruction flowed with them around a white figure, and the void shot from the void!

The white figure seemed to sense the battle ahead, and the breath subsided slightly and disappeared without a trace!

However, a few minutes later, declared war appeared on the edge of the mountain. He looked at the battle in the void coldly, and his heart moved, but he looked at Wan Qingkui on the high platform!

Wan Qingkui nodded slightly at the declaration of war. After declaring war and smiling, he looked at the crowd around him and watched one by one!

"Are the three masters?" Xuan Zhan looked at the location of the three young masters, then looked at the people around them and said quietly, "The three masters, seven paths, forty-nine abyss, seem to be all here, and there are countless hidden cultivators. This world of cultivation is really boundless!"

"Chu Wudao?" Xuan Zhan suddenly looked at the distance in surprise, and a young monk with a hidden breath whispered!

"Not only Chu Wudao is here, but many old guys who appeared at the trade fair are also here..." A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, declaring war!

At this moment, the declaring war looked at the two figures in the distance, and the breath suddenly became chaotic. The next moment, a surging anger suddenly burst out from the declaring war!
Chapter completed!