Master Qingyun stepped forward step by step, his eyes as sharp as a knife. This time he turned his hand to Yun, directly suppressing the rebellion of Jiangshanhe, and greatly enhancing his prestige. The situation in the entire Qingyun Sect became very different.
"As long as these people are completely suppressed, my Qingyun Sect will be considered to have improved its strength in this great disaster."
The Qingyun Ren thought secretly in his heart. He knew very well that the next invasion of the Ziwei World would be the real major event on the Tianyuan Continent, which was related to the life and death of the entire cultivation world. At this time, only by uniting oneself and gathering all the strength can one survive. Otherwise, years of hard practice would become a painting cake.
Jiangshanhe, Jianghai, and two Supreme Elders, with messy clothes, pale faces and dim eyes. Looking at the Qingyun Shangren who was approaching step by step, my heart was filled with despair. Time seemed to be infinitely longer at this moment. They were waiting for death. What a difficult scene.
Buzz! The blue sword light was as rich as water, with Ling Ran's murderous intent. The man on Qingyun waved his arms, and the next moment he would splatter blood to reap his life.
At this moment, the void in front of Jiangshanhe trembled, and a pitch-black pattern appeared. With a thorn, the entire Yuxu Peak was extremely bright under the dazzling golden light.
This incident happened so suddenly. In the blink of an eye, a white palm as white as jade was poked out in the golden halo. The talismans twisted like dragons, and wrapped around the palm. In a thousandth of an instant, this mysterious palm was captured, and Jiang Shanhe and others disappeared from the void.
Swish! A sharp sword light slashed hard in the void. A harsh tearing sound came, and a dense black line appeared. Ding! A sound of gold and iron clashing sounded, infinite sword light, and the runes twisted in the dark void, setting off a strong storm, which was extremely terrifying.
This series of things happened in the blink of an eye, very fast, and almost no one on Yuxu Peak could react.
"What exactly happened? What about the traitors in Jiangshanhe?"
"Who is it? I can quietly enter the Qingyun Mountains and easily take people away. What is this method?"
With loud screams, many monks of Qingyun Sect were completely shocked. Such a big thing happened today. The formation restrictions in the Qingyun Mountains have been opened countless times. But now, just under everyone's noses, a mysterious man was able to take people away in front of the Qingyun people. This method of cultivation is already amazing.
The man on Qingyun's face turned gloomy. Looking at the void that was constantly bridging, he snorted coldly and slowly returned to his calmness.
The calmness was restored to Yuxu Peak, and many monks of Qingyun Sect had a dizzy feeling. All this happened too dreamy and was simply challenging the limits of their thoughts.
From the rebellion of Jiang Shanhe and others usurping the throne and seizing power to the Qingyun people descending from the sky, suppressing everything in an instant, and then at a critical moment, mysterious figures appeared and rescued Jiang Shanhe and others. All of this happened too short, just like a legendary story.
Wang Qian was hiding among the crowd, seeing all this clearly, and was also very shocked.
"Awesome, it's really amazing. The man from Qingyun was invincible with one sword in his hand, but in the end he failed, allowing Jiang Shanhe and others to escape. There was also the mysterious figure, the grand and magnificent aura, which was definitely the mysterious Thirteenth Prince, who was also at the level of the God Transformation Realm. His power was simply terrifying. When he took action, he would flow endlessly. He would destroy many rune civilizations, which was simply beyond the limit."
Swish! The black imperial robe of the zombie clone flashed slightly, like a dark shadow, and entered his body in the blink of an eye. Wang Gan saw a figure sitting cross-legged in his divine court. Step by step into the mountain range of the Underworld, Wang Gan felt more and more mysterious charm in the void, as if it was a deep avenue, lingering and extraordinary. At his current speed, in less than half a day, he came to the original underground palace, the mausoleum of Emperor Tianyuan. This place is dark and quiet, like a gurgling night, giving people a sense of peace.