Mo Yi imagined that he had regained his strength, pointed his sword at the world, and the heroes retreated. He couldn't help but feel excited, and strode open the door of the secret room.
However, what he saw made him open his mouth.
The Lingxiao Sect, which used to be full of birds and flowers, and had the feeling of a blessed land of immortals, is now in ruins, with scorched earth everywhere, the sounds of real fighting shaking the sky, and broken limbs flying all over the sky, it's a bloody scene.
What particularly attracted Mo Yi's attention were the more than three hundred monks embroidered with a pair of giant swords. They were facing the enemy on the battlefield, their murderous auras solidified. Mo Yi released his divine senses, which surprised him. Among them, the ones with the lowest cultivation level were all
They are at the Yu level, and most of them are at the Huang level. Every one of them in Mo Yi's former Lantian world is considered an absolute master, but now they are mass-produced.
In particular, they act as one, three hundred people are as one, and their combat power is as high as the sky, completely surpassing an ordinary prefecture-level realm.[
The world of Haoran is really too dangerous, and Mo Yi is extremely vigilant. He has been facing this new world with a game world mentality, but at this moment, he truly felt the life and death crisis on the battlefield that he had not felt for many years.
As for the battles between the elders, although they were equally exciting, they did not catch Mo Yi's eyes. Mo Yi had seen too many single-handed battles. Only the refreshing fighting method of monks, such as Tao army group battles, could make him feel that the battles before him
One light.
However, on the top of the sky, the battle between the two powerful men who were no less powerful than him in the Lan Tian Realm made him very immersed in watching it. However, he only watched it for a short while and did not get much reference. Suddenly, his expression changed.
, shouting secretly is not good, things will happen.
The Taoist palace merged into the light of Yeluling's sword, and with an indescribable sword move, he cut down the exhausted Nalan Butong.
Nalan Butong screamed in agony, and the huge mountain behind him was shattered. He fell from a high altitude, vomiting blood, and fell heavily to the ground. He couldn't even stand up for a while, and could only let others slaughter him.
This scene shocked everyone. The Lingxiao Sect's momentum of dying together with the enemy was greatly dampened, and despair began to spread.
Nalan Yancui's clothes were stained with blood, obviously she was injured in the battle. When she saw Nalan Butong falling, her heart twisted, she let out a scream, and almost fainted and fell to the ground. Fortunately, Mo Yi's consciousness monitored the whole scene and arrived in time.
, support this silly girl who is extremely affectionate.
And when Mo Yi supported Nalan Yan, something surprising happened to him again.
Nalan Yuntian slowly walked out of the courtyard and stepped into the battle.
He was walking on the battlefield surrounded by killings, but he was calm and leisurely, which made the entire battlefield's solemn and solemn atmosphere dim.
He seemed to be walking on a path in the maple forest, admiring the beautiful scenery with a faint smile on his face.
Step by step, he walked towards the fallen Nalan Boutong as if he were taking a sightseeing tour, all the enemies on the road were out of sight.
A top powerhouse from Lengyue Palace couldn't stand Nalan Yuntian's gaze, so he charged forward with his sword. Unexpectedly, before he got within a hundred meters, Nalan Yuntian waved his hand gently, as if to drive away a fly, and threw him away.
Outside the sky, there was only a shadow, which took a long time to fall to the ground.
At first, his momentum was like a deep sea, calm but dangerous. But every time he took a step closer to Nalan Butong, his momentum became stronger. A seven-star lotus circle appeared under his feet, and with his steps,
Moving, getting brighter and bigger.
Yeluling stopped his steps to kill Nalan Bu Tong, and looked at Nalan Yuntian, who was approaching with a calm expression, step by step, especially the seven-star lotus circle at his feet, and frowned deeply for the first time.
This is really like a situation recorded in the classics of Qiongcang Dao.
"Step by step, a lotus is born." When a great wise man is enlightened, the vision given by God is within the lotus. All evils cannot invade. The speed of understanding is increased several times. The longer it lasts, the greater the harvest. Everything has always been achieved.
As long as the monks who are gifted with lotus flowers do not perish midway, they will eventually become the most powerful person in the spiritual world.
Nalan Yuntian came to the seriously injured Nalan Boutong, helped him up, and said unusually calmly: "Father, you rest for now, leave other matters to Yuntian, and we will not let the thieves bully our Lingxiao Sect."
Nalan Butong was smiling all over his face and coughing blood, but he didn't take it seriously at all. Full of appreciation, he left the core of the battlefield with the support of two disciples. However, Nalan Yuntian's power at this moment prevented anyone from trying to stop him.
After watching Nalan Butong leave, Nalan Yuntian stared at Yeluling with his cold eyes. There was no murderous intent, but it made Yeluling feel cold and fearful from the bottom of his heart.[
Nalan Yuntian roared loudly, and the sword in his hand was named Lingyun, pointing at Yeluling.
The mark of the lotus flower under his feet faded away, and his aura instantly increased. A thousand-foot giant sword appeared in the void behind him. It was extremely clumsy. The sword body was engraved with ancient seal patterns. The sword's rhyme circulated. The energy that could destroy the world was contained in this sword.
Among them, it floats proudly between heaven and earth, and is the king of ten thousand swords, the supreme among swords.
At the end of the three thousand years of Taoism, I am the only one honored by the sword. Immortals and demons bow their heads to listen to the sword chant, and dare to swallow up the heaven and earth with their heroic spirit.
Mo Yi clicked his tongue and sighed. He had experienced the God-given lotus when he understood the Taoist scriptures. At that time, his arrogance reached the sky. It was the most wild time in his life. The breakthrough in realm was as simple and complete as drinking water and eating.
It established his position as the supreme enemy in the Lan Tian Realm. I didn’t expect to see Nalan Yuntian again in the Haoran Realm today. It was such a blessing.
What Mo Yi couldn't think of was that Nalan Yuntian's sword turned out to be a clumsy sword from the age of mythology.
Whether it is the Lan Tian Realm or the Haoran Realm, swordsmen rule the roost. The attack power of sword cultivators is far stronger than that of other monks. However, the ancient and clumsy divine sword passed down from ancient times has no ability to destroy heaven and earth and has long been destroyed by those immortals.
The gods took over the upper realm, an intermediate planet like Haoran Realm, but they also left many classics to record relevant things.
Nalan Yuntian, who seems to be gentle and elegant, actually has such great ambitions. He dares to imagine his own general trend based on only some records in ancient books. You must know that the general trend is engraved in the soul. Unless it is changed by an unexpected chance, it will follow him for a lifetime and it will be difficult to advance.
, then the realm is difficult to break.
Although this thousand-foot-long ancient clumsy giant sword still has many flaws in Mo Yi's eyes, at least Nalan Yuntian has embarked on a very difficult but powerful path. If one day, the divine sword he imagined can be born
With the sword soul out, there may not be many people in the entire Haoran world who can rival him.
Nalan Yuntian, who broke through before the battle and perfected such a sword, was undoubtedly a hope. As long as there was still hope, Mo Yi would not mind helping him.
Unwilling to be suppressed by his momentum, Yeluling took the lead and rushed into the sky, eager to fight.
Nalan Yuntian stepped into the void, straight into the sky, and the power of Weiwo's sword and the power of Dao Palace began to clash.
The wind and clouds moved, the void collapsed, and the sound of the confrontation shocked the entire audience, causing everyone to lose all hearing in an instant.
The sword that fills the sky is so sharp that it can cut through all obstacles in the world.
A corner of the majestic Taoist temple was exposed in the clouds and mist. Under the pressure of the sword, a small part of the temple was exposed. There were also ancient divine patterns and seals engraved on the temple body. There were also scales and half armor of ancient beasts, which were mysterious and powerful.
Nalan Yuntian pays attention to sharpness and dares to kill immortals and demons, while Yeluling pursues ingenuity and can force thousands of calamities away. The two are inseparable from each other, with cracks everywhere. The aftermath of an occasional leak can destroy a palace, leaving everyone heartbroken and shocked.
fear.
Nalan Yuntian went straight from the Xuan level to the Earth level step by step, further perfecting his own sword power, receiving the protection of heaven, and was at his peak, taking the initiative in this war from the beginning.
Yeluling has been at the Earth level for a long time and is very familiar with the power of this level. However, the previous battle with Nalan Butong consumed a lot of spiritual energy. In such a fierce battle, he couldn't spare any energy to take any recovery pills.
Moreover, he was practicing visualization in the Taoist Palace where he mainly defended in the early stage. His attack power was insufficient and he was always suppressed. However, with his tenacious fighting will and innate pride, he maintained an undefeated situation.
"The heart of the sword is unique. I am the only one who kills. In the nine secluded places and ten places, the sword destroys me."
Nalan Yuntian shouted, and the thousand-foot-long ancient giant sword behind him suddenly stopped flying, stood still for a breath, and then rushed into his body. At this moment, Nalan Yuntian was the sword, and the sword was him.
The world's most famous sword demon, with a cold and elegant figure carrying a large amount of murderous intent, used his body as a carrier to transform into a peerless sword and kill Yelu Ling.
Yeluling was locked by the divine sword, and a long-lost fear of death surged into his heart. At this moment, his whole body was trembling, not out of fear but in excitement. He could represent Qiongcang Dao and conquer the world, and he was warlike in his bones. Under the oppression of death
Next, he squeezed out all his potential and was about to break this powerful sword.
He threw the sword in front of his eyes, made seals with his hands, and murmured in his mouth: "Tao gives birth to all things, it can hold power and absorb all its strength. All power is vain before the Tao palace. Only Tao sings forever in heaven and earth, and listen to Tao's chant."
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The mysterious Taoist temple that appeared like shadows was also integrated into his body. In an instant, Yeluling seemed to have become an immortal Buddha, making people bow down and worship him. He grabbed the sword in front of him with both hands, the sword body trembled, and the sword chanted for nine days, as if it was the chant of the Tao,
People can't help but listen to it and understand it, just like a devout apprentice, hearing the gods they worship singing in Sanskrit, which is so heartbreaking.[
The two huge forces made everyone's hearts tremble. The battle on the ground stopped at this moment, and everyone was looking up, waiting for the outcome of this shocking battle.
But the power of killing the immortal Buddha met the supreme being between heaven and earth, and the two powers finally collided together.
There was a loud "bang" sound, and then a dazzling light erupted from the fighting place, instantly depriving several disciples with low cultivation levels of hearing and vision, and no one dared to look directly at it again.
Nalan Yuntian's figure appeared first. Like a meteor falling to the ground, he took two steps back before standing firmly. A trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. His expression was extremely cold and he didn't say a word. No one could see a clue from his expression.
Yeluling also flew out of the haze and landed on the ground. His expression was extremely cold, but his eyes were sharp. He was burning with the flames of war, but suddenly the flames dimmed. He opened his mouth with a "pop" and spat out a large mouthful of blood. His face was full of pain.
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Yeluling took a deep breath and said with a hint of exclamation: "I never expected that in this lonely southeastern region, there would be such a talented person as you. Your future should not be here, but in the heaven where talented people come out in large numbers and all the heroes gather together.
Where is your stage in the Central Region. Join us, Qiongcang Dao, and we will make you stand at the pinnacle of the Haoran Realm."
Nalan Yuntian said calmly: "I will definitely go to the Central Region, but that is my journey to the sky, not dependent on any force. If you leave today, I will leave you a sliver of life in the sky in the future.
Otherwise, one day I will destroy your Heavenly Way to comfort the dead souls of my Lingxiao Sect."
Yeluling's body trembled slightly, and he naturally heard the determination in these words. This was not just a threat, but an oath sworn by a talented person with little potential. His face was frighteningly dark: "Lingxiao Sect, you are too arrogant.
.Although you defeated me, it was only a miserable victory. How much of your fighting power can you still retain?"
"Since you are determined to fight to the end, then I will let this genius of yours perish today. Palace Master Xiao, he has very little fighting power left. I beg you today to take his life. Elder Liang and I, Elder Qiongcang, are all fighting for you.
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"No defeat allowed!" Yelu Ling said firmly. He had made up his mind to kill this brilliant genius no matter what.