The old Taoist had previously used the magical power of the multi-treasure mirror to connect with the great sun in the wild world, and aimed at a military monk from the Jade Pu Realm monster clan. He not only burned his tough body to death, but also used the immobilization technique. Finally, he was killed by one of the top ten peak sword immortal candidates. Yue Qing used his sword "Hongzhen Wuyue" to cut off his head and smash his body, and then used his two natal flying swords "Baizhangquan" and "Skylark in the Sky" to suppress the spirit of the demon clan who wanted to escape. Kill on the spot.

Yue Qing gained some breathing space and looked around. There was no monster around the battlefield interfering with the fight. He stepped on the monster's head and shook his wrist gently to disperse the blood stains left on the sword.

happy.

Yue Qing held his sword and headed south.

This extremely lethal Great Sword Immortal once blatantly scorned the incense of the Literary Saint lineage. He also took the initiative to find the young hidden official and thanked and apologized in person.

Aboveboard.

The old Taoist nodded slightly, Yue Dajianxian was polite.

Then he frowned and shifted the angle of the multi-treasure mirror several times in his hand. The treasure light was still dragged towards the golden throne. The old Taoist sighed in his heart. His cultivation in the realm of Taoism was no longer at the peak, and there was nothing he could do.

The golden throne at the feet of the big demon Yaojia was rolled by the magma of the Duobao Mirror. Gold liquid continuously overflowed the mirror surface and spattered wildly. It was as fast as a flying sword. No matter the sword cultivator or the demon clan, their bodies were broken and their bones were shattered when they touched it, and they were killed on the spot. .

Yao Jia asked with a smile: "You are an old man. You have a long life, but you are dying like this. Is it fun?"

This old Taoist who is highly respected in the world of Qingming has two most important natal objects, the Duobao Mirror in his hand. There are many cracks on the mirror surface, like dense spider webs. Every time there is a tiny gap, the old Taoist can be said to be stain-free. The Golden Immortal's body will have an extra black thread, which will wear away the Taoist line, and the life will flow away, which is visible to the naked eye. As for the whisk, most of it was destroyed, leaving only the handle.

The old Taoist held the mirror high in one hand, stroked his beard with the other and said with a smile, "It's fun for you, mother."

He used the demeanor of the oldest fairy and spoke the most vulgar words.

It is hard to imagine that this is an elegant old immortal who said, "When the peach blossoms are in bloom, if there are orioles on the flowers, they will be particularly moving. Your eyes will not move, but your heart will move."

It is even more unimaginable that when the old Taoist preached the sermon in Bai Yujing's own city, many high-spirited immortals from other cities and other buildings were sitting on the futons, and they were very understanding.

Yao Jia didn't take it seriously and said nothing.

The two sides are just wasting away like this, but while they are consuming some fragments of the golden body of the mountain and water god, this wise old man is rapidly consuming the life of the avenue.

I, Yao Jia, happily accepted this great achievement of killing one of the three saints of the Sword Qi Great Wall.

According to the contract, Tuoyue Mountain promised to take out the land of Haoran Tianxia Continent. On the territory, all Confucian academies and academies of Haoran Tianxia, ​​the orthodox landscape gods enshrined by the dynasty, and the golden statues of gods in large and small obscene temples will be cast by this mountain. One furnace, no one survives.

In particular, I heard that many ancient gods have been reincarnated in the vast world, and it is the key to Yao Jia's attainment of the great road. Once refined, it can hang in the sky in the sky, overlooking all living beings in the posture of the supreme god, and truly achieve great immortality. It's up to you.

The road is flowing, the so-called sky net is sparse and not leaking, and with the passage of time, we have to make a detour for it!

The big demon stretched out a hand and slowly raised it. A series of golden inscriptions appeared on the outermost edge of the mirror. The characters were extremely large. Each golden text was manifested into a golden god with a height of more than ten feet. Among them were the sun, moon, gold and wood.

The seven characters of water, fire and earth are like the eyes of the formation. The manifested gods are especially majestic, reaching a height of a hundred feet, especially the gods who were born from the two characters of "sun and moon". Behind them are the treasures formed by the condensation of sun halo and moonlight respectively.

Circles of light, streaks of golden lava, floated endlessly, like ribbons of heavenly and human garments on water and land murals.

The old Taoist suddenly stood up and laughed loudly and said: "If there is a sword cultivator who travels to the Qingming world in the future, remember to be a guest in Pindao City! The scenery is wonderful, and the fairies are even more beautiful! I have been with you for many years, Pindao

Happy, happy!"

After these words, the old Taoist's body melted into his soul, and finally turned into a bright rainbow light, which first went into the suspended multi-treasure mirror, and finally surged out and hit the golden throne.

In fact, even the great demon Yaojia couldn't control the throne to avoid the rainbow light, and could only watch the old Taoist's soul and spirit melt into the golden throne like snow.

Then, an old Taoist man appeared on the entire mirror, tearing out the cracks with his soul, and his last real last words were only three words.

Please lower your sword.

The Great Sword Immortal Mi Hu slashed the entire Golden Throne into two along the crack with a single stroke of his sword.

After this battle, the great demon Yao Jia, whose life object was damaged, had no choice but to withdraw from the battlefield and try his best to repair the Jinjing Mountain that suffered heavy losses.

The door of Jiazi tent.

The bearded man and the old man in gray stand side by side.

Liu Cha said: "There is something wrong with Chen Xi and Nalan Shaowei."

You shouldn't be so desperate and risk your life so much.

The old man in gray nodded.

On the other hand, Qi Tingji, an old deaf boy, was very normal. He seemed to be fierce in his attacks, but he still had a way out on the battlefield, and he would fall to one level at most.

But Chen Xi and Nalan Shaowei, the two wealthy heads of the Taixiang Street family, were heading towards death.

As for Dong Sangen.

The old man raised his head and glanced at the full moon that was far away from the sky and not close to the ground. Judging from the posture, Dong San had no intention of returning to the city. Not only that, when this man completely fell, I believe there would be a great scene.

.

Although we were divided between ourselves and the enemy, the old man in gray clothes still felt sorry for Dong Sangen.

Such a hero.

As for the life and death of the owner of Lotus Temple, the old man in gray didn't care. Carrying Tuoyue Mountain on his back and refining the half-round moon soul without permission was a damnable act of transgression. Now that he was facing Dong Sangen, he had the right time and place, but he was also a

cage.

Liu Cha asked: "According to the latest deduction results of Jiazi Zhang, is the Confucian Temple going to give half of the world to the sword cultivators of the Great Wall of Sword Qi?"

The old man in gray nodded, "That's a big deal."

The young hidden officer, with an extremely utilitarian formation, helped the Great Wall of Sword Qi breathe a sigh of relief. At the same time, he fought with his hands tied for several years, but it also made the sword cultivators hold their breath. The guy who fell from the sky was gone.

After traveling to Qingming World and coming back, some of the depression in the sword cultivator's mind was relieved.

In the Lisheng lineage, there are saints who are stationed here. In the Yasheng lineage, there is A Liang, Chen Chun'an, a pure scholar. In the Literary Saint lineage, there are also the Great Sword Immortal and the hidden official Chen Ping'an.

These scholars who traveled from far away were all trying to reason in their own way to get Haoran Tianwen Temple to agree to this matter.

On the battlefield, Li Cai stopped.

A hundred feet away, a great throne demon, Huang Luan, full of ethereal immortal energy appeared.

This big monster passed through the monster army and directly found Li Cai, who was digging deep into the formation alone.

Huang Luan smiled and said: "Your name is Li Cai? I heard that you bought the Tingyun Pavilion. By coincidence, it is in my pocket. Sheath your sword and kneel down and become my slave. I will spare your life."

Huang Luan was silent for a moment, then narrowed his eyes and said, "Well, the term slave is too unpleasant for a female swordsman, even if she is a swordsman."

Together with Li Cai's Tingyun Pavilion carved entirely from jasper, the Wanhe Residence with waves of pine waves every moonlit night, the Chongyu Immortal Pavilion, the Jiazhan Library, etc., all the private residences left by the Sword Immortal should have been his

of trophies.

Li Cai's body was covered with scars at the moment, but most of them were covered by the robe she wore. It was only said that her cheekbones had been smashed by a military monk and demon clan before. Her skin was pulpy and her bones were exposed.

Li Cai spat out a mouthful of blood, tugged at the corner of his mouth, and grinned: "You even know that I bought the Tingyun Pavilion?"

Huang Luan nodded and said: "There are still some swordsmen who are afraid of death and cherish their lives."

Li Cai sheathed her sword, her movements were swift and violent, her sword intent surged, and a circle of ripples as tall as her and others spread out in all directions. In an instant, the monster army rushing forward from both sides of her and the great demon Huang Luan, their heads

Countless falls.

Huang Luan put his fingers together, stretched out his hand in front, shook it slightly, and dispersed the invisible essence of the sword, "Since you are at the end of your strength, don't be too showy."

Li Cai asked: "Then do you know that even if you, a beast, go to Tongyezhou, you will be stabbed to death with a sword?"

Huang Luan laughed dumbly and reminded: "I'm actually not in a good mood right now."

Huang Luan was originally the throne demon who presided over the sword cultivation formation in the wild world. He was obviously a being who had high hopes for the old man in gray at Tuoyue Mountain.

First of all, the great demon Huang Luan has a transcendent status in the wild world and has never had many disputes with other great demons. Furthermore, when he went to the vast world this time, what Huang Luan wanted was something useless in the eyes of the other great demons of the throne.

Not big, and Huang Luan himself doesn't have much ambition. To use the words of a certain big demon, Huang Luan is just a rag collector in the world. That's why Tuo Yueshan handed over the spectacular battle.

Let Abbot Huang Luan take charge of the overall situation.

It's just that the exchange of swords that was most likely to be unprecedented and unprecedented, was originally supposed to be an earth-shattering fight. Two groups of sword cultivators, numbering in the tens of thousands, fought with flying swords against flying swords, and with the torrent of sword energy.

Sword Qi Waterfall, Savage World not only failed to overwhelm one end of the Sword Qi Great Wall, but the damage was even greater than expected.

This made Huang Luan finally stand up to the big demon and had no choice but to go to the wild world behind the battlefield to intercept and kill the sword immortals who tried to rush to the aid of the Sword Qi Great Wall to make up for his mistake.

Not only that, Huang Luan had to smash half of the jade buildings, pavilions and pavilions he had worked so hard to refine and collect into the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

It was obvious that the old man in gray clothes at Jiazi Zhang was not very satisfied with Huang Luan's performance.

Li Cai glanced back, and before he knew it, he was a little far away from the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

It can be seen from this that my swordsmanship is very good!

Huang Luan said: "I will give you one last chance to survive."

Li Cai held out his sword.

Huang Luan stretched out his hand to grab the sword light and broke it abruptly. The sword light splashed out from the palm of his hand, without hurting Huang Luan at all.

Li Cai bent down, glanced forward, and instantly drew his sword out of its sheath.

Huang Luan's robe was spread out.

Everything in the small world is white.

Li Cai's desperate sword attack, which forced his energy to its peak, only broke through Huang Luan's small world.

Huang Luan said that she was at the end of her strength, and it was absolutely true.

Li Cai, who was unable to deliver the second sword, stepped back and vomited blood.

Huang Luan didn't look at the miserable condition of the woman, he lifted up a sleeve with many pieces of it, looked at it for a few times, felt a little regretful, raised his head and said with a smile: "The swordsmanship is really good, I am worthy of being a swordsman from Luzhou in Beiju."
To be continued...