As soon as the golden ball fell, it turned into a ninth-level golden bridge. At this time, the golden light of the golden bridge dimmed. Lan Feng jumped and fell on it. Then the ninth-level golden bridge scattered and turned into seven Ninth-level Heart Refining and nine ancient swords, and flashed into Lan Feng's eyebrows and disappeared.
After swaying in the air twice, the Dead City fell down and turned into Tiantu Mansion again, falling into the northwest and west area of Yujing City, which has become a wilderness.
"His ninth-level golden bridge has been broken, everyone rushed up and killed this boy." Bai Zhiyuan saw this and shouted over Yu Tiantu Mansion.
As Bai Zhiyuan finished speaking, three murderous thoughts of Taotian came from the Tiantu Mansion. Lan Feng lost such a treasure as the ninth-level Golden Bridge, so they were no longer afraid of anything else.
"What a big deal, I actually refined a mansion into a dead city in Qiankun. It can be regarded as a treasure, and landed to form a mansion and broke my ninth-level golden bridge. It seems that I, Lan Feng, was careless." Lan Feng pondered and his face became solemn.
The shocking collision in the northwest of Yujing City triggered all the sects and the ten major Taoist sects in Yujing City, but only Xuantian Sect and Tianmo Sect did not come here.
Even the Taoist Dean of the Academy, Zhou Lu, also came here. However, at this time, Lan Feng had already broken up with the Netherworld Ghost Sect, and was working with the sword and spear, and was not in the academy. It was impossible for the Taoist Dean to help Lan Feng regardless of the tens of thousands of years of foundation of the academy.
Perhaps even the most powerful person among the five major Taoist sects of Qingyi, the Qingyi Taoist, who appeared here, did not dare to forcefully rescue Lan Feng.
Which of these sect clans that have been for thousands of years does not know the existence of the ancient demon clan behind the ghost spirits in the underworld?
Even the existence of the ancient clans also stands behind some sects. They cannot stand up because they are afraid of the ancient clan forces of the Demon clan behind the ghost spirits of the underworld, but because they take action at this time, it is possible that the two ancient clans will collide head-on.
The direct collision between the two ancient tribes has never happened since ancient times. If the two ancient tribes are seriously caused by friction, the most likely way for the ancient tribe is to sell the sect that they have helped.
Compared with the ancient clan, selling a large sect in sect will not cost anything. Just support another sect in the human world.
After Chen Xiangyi told her about Lanfeng's whereabouts at the first time, she rushed out in a hurry. She wanted to stop Lanfeng halfway and prevent him from entering Tiantu Mansion. But she was still one step late. By the time she arrived here, Lanfeng had already confronted the three supreme emperors of the Nether Ghost Sect.
"Xiao Lanfeng, it depends on you whether you can survive this disaster. I can't help you. I can't abandon the lives of thousands of people in Jueqing Valley in order to help you." The master of Jueqing Valley sighed quietly. Then his figure became extremely illusory in the void. She did not leave, but just became invisible, so unnecessary things would happen.
"Kill him..." Bai Zhiyuan felt that Lan Feng was not afraid under the pressure of his three supreme realms, but instead increased his combat power higher and higher.
He could no longer sit still, yelled, and flipped his big hand and got a Five Poison Demon Sword out of thin air.
One sword transforms into five swords. The sword passes through the poison, and the void is penetrated and becomes charred. When the spiritual power is penetrated, it corrodes the spiritual power away.
One of the Five Poison Swords was used by Bai Zhiyuan, and it rotated in the air and turned into five poisonous swords, pounced on Lan Feng.
Although the old man called him a broken arm, his arm was torn off by Lan Feng two days ago, and his arm had already come out again.
The old man with broken arm hated Lan Feng so much that he vowed to avenge his broken arm. He pointed to his mouth and started to whisper, and then the demonic energy around him rolled.
"Taiyin sucks**."
After his silent thought for a while, he pointed to the void and the demonic energy in the sky surged out, gathering the evil spirits of Zhou Tian one by one, turning into a huge hideous demon, and purging towards Lan Feng.
Zhang Jiehu landed on the east side and was sieging with Bai Zhiyuan on three sides. Seeing that Bai Zhiyuan had taken action, he did not dare to stop and sit in the mountain to watch the tiger fight.
He took out a fan-shaped magic weapon called Lingxu Fan. One fan could fan a mountain away, and one beat could shake the soul of the martial artist out of his body.
Lan Feng is very crazy now. He feels that at this moment he is synonymous with killing, and was born just for bloody killing.
In this wonderful realm, his combat power has reached a terrible existence. If a single supreme faces him at this time, he will definitely be killed by him.
"Come out for me." Lan Feng stood halfway in the void, raised his big foot and stepped down. Suddenly, the sword light under his feet shone, and nine ancient swords penetrated their bodies, and instantly formed the eight-deserted sword formation under his feet.
The sword formation swarmed in, and the other eight ancient swords were sank into the main sword's body, causing the main sword to rise in the air and the Taotian giant sword fell.
Lan Feng stood on Taotian's giant sword with silver silk and white hair, looking up at the sky with his head raised. This time, after he took out the Blood Drinking Crazy Sword, he did not immerse the Dantian halo into the Blood Drinking Crazy Sword, making the Blood Drinking Crazy Sword infinitely rampant.
Lan Feng integrated all the halo of the dantian into the hundreds of meridians around his body, making his body surpass the ordinary supreme treasure body.
"It's just right. Today, Lan will use your bloody heads to attain the supreme enlightenment." Lan Feng stepped on Taotian's giant sword, raised his head and saw Bai Zhiyuan's Five Poison Demon Sword coming. He was not afraid, and shouted loudly, waved his big hand and threw out the blood-drinking mad sword in his hand.
The Blood Drinking Mad Sword is Lan Feng's natal magic weapon. Without the blessing of his Taoist thoughts, it can move in the air in a flash. It plays the peerless spiritual technique of the ancient Lin clan, looks down on the Nine Heavens Spiritual Sword, and collides with the Five Poison Demon Sword.
In an instant, the sky was filled with sword shadows, the five poisons were demonic and demonic energy, and the five poisons were moving around the world, covering the Blood Drinking Crazy Sword, corroding the Blood Drinking Crazy Sword bit by bit.
However, at this moment, the Blood Drinking Crazy Sword began to tremble violently, and a stream of soul-sucking and devouring power swarmed out, devouring the demonic energy of the Five Poison Demon Sword or the Five Poison Demon Sword into its sword body and refining it into its own power.
The two of them stood together in the air, and they were evenly matched, and no one could take advantage of each other.
Seeing the Blood Drinking Sword blocking Bai Zhiyuan, the enemy he feared the most, Lan Feng did not dare to stop. With a wave of his hand, Xutuo Mountain was shrouded in a Buddha's light, and it rose into the sky.
"Boom..."
The old man with broken arm used the Taiyin to suck the **, and the hatred was fierce, which can be said to be that the enemy was angry and jealous when they met. The Taiyin sucked the demonic energy of the sky and grew up, turning into the Taiyin demon head and pounced on Mount Xutuo, chewing and sucking the light of the Sutuo Buddha, refining it into its own power, and its momentum became stronger and stronger.
Mount Xutuo is not Lan Feng’s natal magic weapon. He had to divide a part of the Taoist thoughts to bless him on Mount Xutuo, controlling Mount Xutuo to fight with the Taiyin Demon.
After a stalemate for a moment, Xutuo Mountain was directly bombarded and shrunk halfway, losing to the appearance of the Taiyin Demon.
However, at this time, Lan Feng could no longer take action to face the old man with broken arm and brought the advantage. Zhang Jiehu, the most low-key and gloomy person among the three supremes, had already bombarded the Lingxu fan in his hand.
The siege of the three people instantly caused Lan Feng to fall into trouble. He could only grit his teeth and step on the Taotian giant sword to face the sky, colliding with Lingxu Fan.
When it landed within the bombardment range of the Lingxu Fan, Lan Feng suddenly felt a strong wind blowing around his body, and his entire soul seemed to be torn by a force to fly out of his body.
"Hmph" Lan Feng blocked this terrifying power with a tight enemy. Finally, he snorted. After Xiu Nei's soul ignited a thick blood-colored demon fire, this feeling subsided.
"Boom..."
However, just when Lan Feng was so diligent, Zhang Jiehu had already jumped in front of him with the Lingxu fan in his hand. The other party held the Lingxu fan in his hand and raised it high. He slapped it down and slapped Lan Feng and his sword and flew out.
Lan Feng was beaten like this, and the Blood Drinking Crazy Sword swayed and flew backwards, and was also hurt like Lan Feng. It flashed and disappeared into Lan Feng's eyebrows.
However, Xutuo Mountain could not fly back, and was directly held by the old man's Taiyin demon, who was the broken arm, and returned to the old man's hand. Obtaining this important treasure of Xutuo Mountain, the old man's broken arm laughed. This way, even if you cut off your arm, it was nothing.