() But at the moment Ling Chen turned around and left, the surface of the boulder stained with the remains of A Kun's severed limb suddenly emitted a ripple like a water mirror. Deep in the blood stone, which stirred up a layer of ripples, it seemed that
It implies a pair of silent eyes, taking in the entire battle just now...
The sky is slightly bright, and the early morning fog brings a slight coolness to Mingqi Peak.
The night has passed!
A gap opened in the dark clouds that covered the entire Taiyi Gate, and finally a ray of warm sunshine was emitted. This ray of sunshine dispelled the hazy fog entangled on Mingqi Peak, and also drove away the chilling atmosphere brought by the entire outer gate.
feel.
But at this time, no matter how hot the sun is, it is difficult to make this beautiful purple figure that has been standing in front of the central yang hall of Mingqi Peak feel the slightest warmth...
It has been a day since civil strife broke out in Taiyi Sect. She followed her master's instructions and guarded the main peak, Mingqi Peak.
The purple Qianying eyes looked down at the silent bluestone stairs below. The scene she saw from the spiritual realm made her frown slightly. She checked her forehead, and a pair of purple eyes looked straight down at the stairs at the foot of the mountain.
Bluestone road.
At this time, there is a beautiful picture of beautiful mountains and clear waters on Mingqi Peak. Compared with the loud noise of fighting in the outer gate square, the scenery here is undoubtedly beautiful and wonderful.
At this time, Mu Qingyan's eyes were full of sadness. Even though he had this beautiful and beautiful landscape in his eyes, there was no leisure and leisure...
Mu Qingyan looked up at the ray of dawn as the dark clouds descended above his head. He couldn't help but sigh on his delicate face, with a solemn look on his face. He stepped forward and said to the motionless purple figure:
"Senior Sister Zilin, do you really think that retreating to the main peak is the best choice for us now?"
"The divine bridge is broken! The divine weapon is forged...the evil cloud returns." Zi Qianying looked sad, adding a little sadness to her beautiful face, and sighed:
"Where is the best choice now... No matter if the main peak masters and the others win or the Xie Yun lineage wins, the Taiyi Sect will no longer exist... The only plan for you and me now is to stay at the main peak and wait and see what happens.
It would be fine if Master and the others win, but if not..."
"Ah, it's not what?" Mu Qingyan stepped forward side by side, a trace of doubt flashed across his beautiful face.
"If Master Xie Yun defeats Master Wu, we will have no choice but to escape from Taiyi Sect in advance and continue the last inheritance of Mingqi Peak. This is the master's instructions before leaving." Mu Zilin turned around,
Looking at the rolling dark clouds above my head, a hint of worry suddenly flashed through my calm eyes!
"Senior sister" Qingyan wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by Zilin waving his hand.
"Shhh...listen! He's coming..." Time seemed to have stopped, and there was a dead silence in the huge Qionglou Yuyu on Mingqi Peak! Mu Zilin raised her index finger in front of her breath, signaling Qingyan to listen quietly to the voice in the air
The rhythm that came quickly...yes! It was the rhythm. To her, who had been with the piano all year round, the whole world was just a huge diagram of music.
"Chichi!" Green light suddenly appeared, and a stern long sword flashed out of Qingyanyu's hand! He looked at the only path up the mountain to Mingqi Peak with a suspicious face.
Qingyan clearly remembered that there were six senior brothers guarding the foot of Mingqi Peak. Logically speaking! Generally, the disciples of Xie Yun Peak would not sneak into the main peak of their respective opponents before the elders of both sides decided the winner. Could it be happening?
What happened unexpectedly?
"Don't think about it. The six junior brothers guarding the top of the mountain have died, and the people are approaching us quickly." Mu Zilin's face was calm, and she stood silently in front of the hall! The green guqin carried behind her gave off a faint light, and seemed to be
Responding to the unknown airflow rushing through the air.
"Senior sister..." Qingyan came back to his senses and looked at the silent bluestone intersection in the distance with a wary expression. The explosions flowing in the air became more and more obvious, and the person coming was very powerful! Her pretty face couldn't help but tighten.
tight.
"..." Mu Zilin was speechless, and her beautiful eyes looking at the intersection of bluestones suddenly gave off a strange light.
"Senior Sister, what should I do?" Seeing Senior Sister Zilin's nonchalant look, a trace of anxiety flashed across Qingyan's face.
"Being able to kill six Mortal Realm disciples guarding the main peak at the same time, the combat power of this person is almost on par with mine." Zilin seemed unable to see the anxiety on Qingyan's face, looking down ahead, still minding her own business.
When Qing Yan on the side heard this, his delicate face became even more gloomy...
"Senior sister? Which genius among the ten peaks is he?" Qingyan looked at Mu Zilin doubtfully.
"I didn't expect that he could grow to such an extent." The identity of the visitor seemed to be beyond Zilin's surprise, but apart from being slightly surprised, her face remained as heavy as water, without any trace of panic.
Looking at the terrifying aura in the air that was getting closer and closer, the flowers, plants and trees in front of the temple began to stagger under the strong pressure of the aura in the air. Seeing this scene, Qingyan turned his head quickly again,
He stared nervously at Senior Sister Zi Lin who was silent.
"Senior sister..."
"Crack!" Before Qingyan could finish speaking, the bluestone intersection leading to the Zhongyang Hall at the foot of the mountain was suddenly shaken by strong winds. A black phantom stepped on a black stream of light, and the fierce wind brought by the rapid movement wiped out the bluestones.
The flowers, plants and trees on both sides spread far and wide along the way.
The ground was cut ruthlessly by the extremely powerful energy in the air, and two deep ravines were reflected in the soil on both sides of the bluestone slab.
boom
After the black stream of light suddenly rushed out of the bluestone intersection, the flowers, plants and trees on both sides were affected by the evil wind of the black stream of light, and collapsed in a destructive manner,**...
In front of the central hall of Mingqi Peak, a dozen of the remaining masters of Mingqi Peak were attracted by the black stream of light that suddenly broke into the main peak. They all stood in front of the hall with blank expressions and looked up at the blue sky from the foot of the mountain.
The huge sword shadow rushed out from the stone intersection, and I was so frightened that I couldn't speak...
"Boom boom..." The violent demonic energy enveloped his whole body, and Ling Chen's blood was boiling! After lying down at the foot of Mingqifeng Mountain for a night, he finally returned to the combat power he had at his peak!
The elders of both sides who are in the psychic realm and above are fighting above the dark clouds above their heads. Ling Chen, who possesses the purple flame ax talisman, is still strong enough to fight against the monks in the middle stage of the mortal realm, but even those in the later stage cannot be defeated! Escape should be no problem.
.
The reason why Mingqi Peak made such a big noise is to shock the other disciples on Mingqi Peak. If Xiao Nuan can be taken away without fighting, that would be the best!
"Rumble" The huge sword soared into the sky, and Ling Chen, wrapped in demonic energy, swooped up from the heads of more than a dozen famous Qifeng disciples in front of the central hall. The huge sword covered the sky and the earth, covering the lower ones in shock.
More than a dozen disciples.
Shocking! Mingqifeng
Hiss!
As if a horse had escaped from the reins, the ten-foot-tall sword shadow exuded a deep demonic energy all over its body, and the violent spiritual pressure was overwhelming. It completely subverted Ling Chen's previous style.
For Xiao Nuan, he can do anything. It's just to build up some momentum. The magic sword can be virtualized, which is something ordinary spiritual soldiers can't do. They don't even reach the psychic realm. It's difficult for ordinary monks in the mortal realm to do it.
His own main spiritual weapon catalyzed it to such a huge level of horror.
However, Ling Chen, the main spirit weapon, is not a magic sword that has stood for endless years in Luo Rimen. This special effect can still be easily achieved. After all, three years ago, the powerful men in the dark world even did not hesitate to pay for this magic sword.
Wash away all the blood from Luo Ri Men! This shows the amazing potential contained in this magic sword.
Many people did not hesitate to throw away their lives and pounced on this magic sword like moths to a flame. But the magic sword, which had been silent for endless years, finally recognized Ling Chen! Whether this was a blessing or a curse for Ling Chen, he might not know.
He was extremely afraid of the demon sword... He even vaguely felt that the inner demon born in his body had some strange connection with this demon sword...
"Hmph... The traitor from Evil Cloud Peak actually broke into my Mingqi Peak so blatantly? Do you really think that there is no one in our Mingqi Peak?" A shout came from the mouth of a female disciple in front of the main hall.
In an instant, Ling Chen woke up from his reverie! He hurriedly pulled on the loose rope (the magic sword)! He controlled the huge sword body and slowly descended to the platform in front of the hall.
"Dang!" Everyone was surprised as they saw the ten-foot-tall giant sword in front of them quickly shrinking and lowering. Could it be that it was a strong person in the psychic realm? But the spiritual pressure of the visitor was obviously not enough? What was going on? The visitor was surprised.
The depth is unclear! None of the standing disciples have any intention of taking action.
"Bang" was like a heavy sword falling to the ground. The platform in front of the main hall trembled slightly as Ling Chen inserted the magic sword upside down. This scene made the more than ten famous Qifeng disciples in front of them even more surprised.
Mu Zilin in the crowd stared at the figure wrapped in the billowing demonic aura, and once again glanced thoughtfully at Qingyan beside her, with an imperceptible clarity flashing in her eyes.
"Dang" the moment he lifted up the magic sword, the hard floor made another loud roar! The magic light faded away, revealing Ling Chen's majestic figure.
"Uh..." Ling Chen, who had just revealed his figure, looked at a pair of slightly cold eyes in the crowd. For a moment, the hands holding the hilt of the magic sword froze, and Ling Chen couldn't help but stand there.
Already.
Looking at those cold eyes so close at hand, Ling Chen's face showed a rare tenderness! Gradually, he started to look stupid.
"this…………"
"..." The dozen or so disciples standing there looked at each other and booed, and they were all confused by Ling Chen's expression at this moment.
"Xiao Nuan..." Ling Chen looked at the pair of beautiful eyes and the familiar face tenderly, and couldn't help but stretched out his right hand, wanting to grasp the scene in front of him.
"Ling Chen! What do you mean by coming to Mingqi Peak? If you don't give me an explanation today, you won't be able to leave alive." A cold voice recognized Ling Chen's identity and interrupted his obsession.
Scolding him out of his fantasy.
"Senior sister, is he in the early stage of the Mortal Realm? From him, I can't feel the powerful spiritual pressure of Senior Brother Qingming."
"Yes, senior sister, he is pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger. Does he really think that my name is Qifeng?"
Suddenly, the consciousness of more than a dozen famous Qifeng disciples in front of the main hall overflowed, and they all looked towards Ling Chen. A series of slightly angry voices could be heard.
Although more than a dozen strands of tyrannical consciousness were bounced away by the magic sword held vertically in Ling Chen's hands, and Ling Chen's true identity could not be seen clearly, the young man who suddenly rushed up the mountain was not very powerful.
The pressure also made many disciples in front of the main hall feel relieved. They all thought that Ling Chen held some kind of spiritual weapon that could conceal his cultivation!
Among the crowd, only the pair of beautiful purple eyes flashed with a hint of understanding. A young man in the early stage of the mortal realm actually killed the disciple guarding the foot of the mountain with one to five strikes, and he was also a super master who could leapfrog and challenge the middle stage of the mortal realm.
This...this really made her a little unbelievable.
Under the horrified and inexplicable gazes of everyone, Ling Chen wiped away the obsession on his face. Ignoring the many disciples around him who were eyeing him eagerly, he walked step by step towards the cold figure in the crowd...