After two loud noises, the cry of killing came again from the shadow of Maya Palace. Listening to the sound, it seemed that there were thousands of troops.

Gongliang Zhong gave a strange laugh: "Hehehe, back then you three sects rushed into my desert and caught us by surprise. Today, I will also let you, the Wuji Sect, taste what it's like to be besieged by the three sects."

"Old Xianyun! Come out and fight me."

High in the distance, another old man with black energy all over his body stood in the sky. He held a soul-calling flag in his hand. His power was overwhelming.

"Lei Laoxie!" Wuji Dao Zun, a generation of cultivators, couldn't help but feel his scalp numb when he saw this person.

"The contemporary leader of the Soul-Eating Sect, Lei Zhen!"

He is another person of the same generation as Xianyun, a cultivation giant who came out of the Bloody Moon in the West Sea. His cultivation has already entered the realm of overcoming tribulations. Unexpectedly, Lei Zhen would come to participate in the battle in person.

Master Qingxuan spat, "While Master is not around, cats and dogs like this dare to show their faces." He said this, but he did not dare to despise Lei Zhen in the slightest. Although Lei Zhen's cultivation was far inferior to that of Taoist Xianyun, he was still the same after all.

A tribulation-transcending monk cannot be shaken by the four peak masters.

Lei Zhen sneered, "Qingyunzi and Yulingzi fell into the desert more than ten years ago. Today's Wuji Sect is no longer what it used to be. Today's battle will bring thousands more dead souls to my summoning banner. Hahahaha...

…”

Lei Zhen's strange laughter fell, making the disciples of the Wuji Sect feel cold from head to sole. His voice was filled with soul-stirring power, deliberately weakening the fighting spirit of the Wuji Sect disciples.

Yulong Dao's voice was like a loud bell, and he angrily shouted with awe-inspiring aura: "Lei Zhen, you Soul Eater Sect has lost all conscience. Today is the day when my Wuji Sect will do justice for heaven. Since you took the initiative to come to my Wuji Sect to die, then

Leave them all alive."

Lei Zhen snorted coldly: "You still dare to show off your rhetoric in front of me. Let's see how I break your Wuji Sect formation."

After Lei Zhen finished speaking, he moved the soul-calling flag in his hand, and thousands of troops and horses rushed out from the soul-calling flag. Those were the souls of countless monks, and those souls had ferocious faces, like evil ghosts in hell, facing the disciples of Wuji Sect below.

They pounced.

Seeing this scene, everyone turned pale.

While releasing the soul in the soul flag, Lei Zhen also sacrificed a magic weapon of his own. It was a large black cauldron. Lei Zhen chanted the spell, controlled the cauldron, and slammed into the formation of the Forbidden Mountain.

"boom!"

The entire Maya Mountain seemed to be shaken by the big black cauldron. Seeing that the formation was about to be breached, Wuji Dao Zun immediately sealed with both hands and struck out a series of golden runes. At the same time, the formation eye of the Maya Mountain fell

In an instant, the entire Forbidden Mountain became a magic weapon in the hands of Taoist Wuji.

The stone steps were covered with golden light and flew high into the sky. They took the initiative to attack the monks at the foot of the mountain.

"What a great formation!" Yang Lou, the Magic Demon, is also a formation enthusiast. He can even be said to be a little obsessed with formations. Seeing such a mysterious formation, he can't help but want to take it for himself. "Sect Master Lei, don't take it for yourself."

This formation is broken. After capturing the Wuji Gate, I will move this formation back to my desert."

Lei Zhen said: "Dharma Saint Yang Lou, I'm afraid I won't be able to protect this formation for you."

Yang Lou sighed what a pity.

How can Master Qingxuan stand this kind of birdiness? These people actually regard the No. 1 Taoist religion in the world of cultivation as their own?

"Yang Lou!" Master Qingxuan roared, and his sword came out of his body.

The long sword in his hand is not an ordinary thing. It is the Seizing Martial Sword, one of the four top inscribed treasures passed down from generation to generation by Wuji Sect.

The Four Holy Swords are also quite famous in the entire world of cultivation. They are: Xuanwu Sword, Zhenwu Sword, Duowu Sword, and Tianwu Sword.

Now these four swords have been passed down to the hands of the four contemporary peak masters. It is said that these four inscribed weapons were very brilliant in the ancient cultivation era and killed countless powerful monsters and beasts.

When Yang Lou saw the sword coming out of his body, he did not dare to be careless. He said in a deep voice: "Qingxuan, it seems that you want to choose me as your opponent. It's okay, you are the third disciple of Xianyun, and I am among the four saints of the devil.

You are also ranked third. I have never had the chance to fight with you before. Today you and I will tell you who is better. Let’s see if you, the third oldest of the Wuji Sect, is the strongest, or if I, the third youngest of the Heavenly Demon Sect, are better.”

"Come fight!" Qing Xuan roared angrily. Holding a long sword in his hand, he rushed straight into the sky. Yang Lou waved his long sleeve and flew away. With their cultivation level reaching their level, once the firepower is fully unleashed, it will inevitably affect the surrounding disciples. Therefore,

There is an unwritten rule in the world of cultivation. Duels between great monks usually take place far away from the ground.

The vampire ancestor coughed lightly and his eyes fell on Master Yulong.

Master Yulong nodded slightly and said, "It seems that you, old vampire, want to taste the power of my Xuanwu Sword."

The vampire ancestor pointed to the sky with a smile. "Peak Master Zining, please."

Then the two of them turned into two streams of light at the same time and rushed high into the sky.

At this moment, the sound of fighting in the air has been transmitted. The earth-shattering battle between the four great monks in the realm of gods burst into brilliant light in the air. The disciples could not see their figures clearly. They could only feel the powerful fluctuations of soul power.

Compressed from high altitude.

Master Jingxin frowned slightly. At this moment, she had already thought of the other party's conspiracy. No, it should be said to be a conspiracy.

The Demon Sect is consuming their high-end combat power one by one. Eventually, the disciples of Wuji Sect will lose the protection of all their wings. But she is still helpless about this.

Master Jingxin turned around and glanced in the direction of Blue Rock Peak. At this time, all her sustenance was there. Then Master Jingxin glanced at the female disciples below, with a look of worry on her face.

"Sister-in-law, don't worry, I won't hurt you." The old dementor Gong Liangzhong said with a strange smile.

Master Jingxin did not look at him, but stared at the man in green sternly.

There was a clang. The Zhenwu sword came out of the body. The next moment, the Zhenwu sword stabbed the ghost doctor directly.

The ghost doctor put his hands behind his back and did not move at all. He allowed the Zhenwu sword to get closer to his body inch by inch.

"when!"

The Zhenwu sword was shaken away by a black light when it was less than three feet away from the ghost doctor.

"Sister-in-law, don't be in a hurry to find big brother. When this battle is over, you can follow us back to the Demon Sect. That way, you and big brother can stay together every day."

Master Jingxin was furious. He turned the tip of his sword and stabbed Gongliang Bell.

"I kill you!"

Gongliang Zhong smiled strangely, "Hehehe, that's right. I'll practice with my sister-in-law."

As soon as the words fell, the two of them turned into two streams of light and flew away through the air.

The ghost doctor's face was as dark as water, and he stared at the sky in the distance without saying a word for a long time.

Qin Xuetian said: "Such a strong sword energy. Uncle, what kind of sword technique is that?"

The moment Master Jingxin rushed towards him, he immediately felt an overwhelming sword intent. He knew very well that if he resisted the sword, he would only end up with one result, and he would be immediately shaken to pieces.

The ghost doctor said calmly: "That is Zhenwu swordsmanship! It is a martial art created by Master Xingkui. The sword power of this swordsmanship is not inferior to any martial arts in the world. It is a pity that her cultivation is not enough. If this sword

If the law can be perfected, one sword can break the sky."

Qin Xuetian did not expect that the uncle would give such a high evaluation to the sword just now. "Can I learn this sword technique?"

"No!" The ghost doctor did not hesitate. "Zhenwu swordsmanship is extremely strong and yang. It needs to be nourished by the awe-inspiring and righteous temperament. You can't learn it."

Qin Xuetian was speechless immediately.

Qin Lan asked: "Uncle, why did the fourth uncle call the peak master 'sister-in-law'?" Qin Lan already had some guesses in his mind.

The ghost doctor did not answer. But Qin Lan clearly felt the change in the uncle's aura. Her heart sank. She couldn't help but glance down again.

Since ancient times, there has been a difference between good and evil, and immortals and demons. I don’t know how many evil fates have been submerged in the long river of history. Even a cultivation giant like the uncle can’t escape. He is worried that the person he likes is below. If that is the case,

I'm afraid she won't be able to escape the same ending as her uncle.

Draw your sword and face it!

Qin Lan felt a little relieved that she didn't notice the man's existence. She stared at the uncle's back and recalled the scene just now.

That Master Jingxin is really beautiful. Her beauty is completely different from mine. She is graceful and graceful, her cultivation is profound, and her sword skills can move the world. I have no confidence in front of such a great monk. She has a beautiful face.

, Delicate skin is not everything a woman has. In terms of temperament, Qin Lan knew that she could not compare with a beautiful monk.

No wonder the uncle misses her. Qin Lan doesn't know what happened between the uncle and the peak master. But she is sure that those old things are beautiful, and their ending is cruel.

A picture flashed before her eyes.

She was dressed in red, holding a long sword in her hand, and stabbed at the boy. The warm smile on his face gradually disappeared.

Her sword pierced his heart, and the snowflakes burst out like peach blossoms.

Unknowingly, Qin Lan's eyes turned red. She silently repeated a sentence in her heart.

"No matter what, I will never stab you with my sword in this life."
Chapter completed!