"Senior, you are wronged! This junior was chased by those monks. Now I have no way to escape, so I have to escape to this frozen country." Xuanmu frowned, and immediately showed a frightened and anxious look.
He said in a panic.
"Stop for me, no matter what. I don't want to know what's going on between you. However, if the Dream Kingdom wants to take advantage of our frozen kingdom, then don't blame me for being rude." The old man remained unhurried.
, obviously quite self-reliant.
"Senior, as long as senior is willing to save junior's life, senior can do whatever he wants from junior." Xuanmu suddenly knelt down towards the old man and said pleadingly.
"Save your life? Who knows whether you are a snake, a scorpion or a poisonous weed?" the old man said with a sneer, looking into the distance.
"Since the senior has no intention of saving the junior, I hope the senior can guide the junior to a way to survive." Xuanmu said respectfully.
"Show you a way to live? Okay, I will show you a way to live. Wherever you come from, you will go." The old man said expressionlessly.
Xuanmu slowly stood up, clasped his hands together, and an ice soul sword appeared from mid-air.
When Xueer saw this, she immediately slapped Xuanmu with both hands. She shouted in a cold voice: "You are seeking death. How dare you sneak attack on me, Master Yuelan?"
Xuanmu endured the palm just now, held up the Ice Soul Sword with both hands, and said respectfully: "If senior doesn't dislike it, I hope senior will accept this magic weapon."
The old man glanced at the Ice Soul Sword and said lightly: "Xue'er, go and take a look at this sword."
"Go ahead. Master is here and he won't dare to hurt you." The old man smiled softly. Seeing the old man's smile, Xue'er's heart relaxed a little. After all, there are so many high-level monks here.
Therefore, a person with an advanced level of cultivation on the other side should not dare to do anything.
With this thought in mind, she moved towards the Ice Soul Sword in Xuanmu's hand. The Ice Soul Sword in Xuanmu's hand immediately flew towards her. After carefully examining the Ice Soul Sword, she took the sword on it.
The brand of divine consciousness is erased.
Suddenly, she stared at the Ice Soul Sword with bright eyes, and said in amazement: "This is not only a sword made of excellent black ice, but there is also... a set of good swords imprinted on it.
Secret."
"Really?" The old man's expression changed slightly, he looked at the Ice Soul Sword, and then said coldly: "That's all, if you like it, it's up to you to decide whether to keep this sword or not. If you want the sword, then
You have to figure out how to return the favor to him. Anyway, I can't save this kid."
"This..." Xue'er thought for a while, looked at Xuanmu apologetically, and said: "That slap just now, that slap was my recklessness. Are you okay?"
"It's okay." Xuanmu tried his best to get the answer as quickly as possible, so he answered very concisely. He didn't want to stay here. In less than a quarter of an hour at most, the group of top-level old monsters would chase after him.
Already.
"I want this sword, but I guess I can't return this favor to you until the next time we meet." Xue'er looked at Xuanmu with a pity and said.
"Wait until the next meeting?" Xuanmu suddenly became a little irritable and almost cursed. He quickly returned to a normal tone and asked: "Then you are really going to die without saving me?"
"Junior, you are going to die anyway. Giving this sword to those old ghosts is the same as giving it to my disciple." The old man said in the same calm tone.
"Then I'll leave now, junior." Xuanmu cupped his fists and rushed towards the frozen kingdom.
"Junior, where are we going??" As soon as the old man finished speaking, seven or eight high-level Nascent Soul stage monks immediately stood in front of Xuanmu. The old man grabbed Xuanmu with the five fingers of his right hand spread out.
Xuanmu's body stood motionless in mid-air. If he offended the entire Nine Sects Alliance, and then offended the forces of the Frozen Kingdom, wouldn't he be seeking death? Therefore, he could only stand blankly in the air.
.
He thought for a long time, and it would definitely not be possible if he went to the dreamland again. This old woman would never let him go until she saw the fourteen old monsters from the Nine Sects Alliance.
Less than a quarter of an hour passed very quickly. At least that's what Xuanmu thought.
Xia Hou led thirteen top-level Nascent Soul monks around here. The old man sat cross-legged in the air without even looking at the fourteen old monsters.
Xiahou cupped his fists at the old man and said, "I have met Xiahoumo, the 18th generation master of Yuelan Ice Cave, fellow Daoist Bingyue."
"Xia Houmo? Lord of Dream City? Not bad..." The old man said lightly, slowly opening his dazzling eyes, and said: "Are you here to invade my frozen country?"
"Fellow Taoist misunderstood, we are here to hunt down the Xuanmu." Xiahou Mo immediately explained.
"Xuanmu?" All the monks in Yuelan Ice Cave said in unison, and couldn't help but say these two words. All eyes stared at Xuanmu in surprise, as if something was unexpected.
"Are you Xuanmu?" The old man wanted to ask, but Xue'er asked him first.
The old man continued: "Are you the Xuanmu who killed several high-level Yuanying monks in the middle-level Yuanying stage, and killed four top-level Yuanying monks in the upper-level Yuanying stage?"
As soon as the old man's words came out, all the monks in Yuelan Ice Cave took a breath of cold air. No one would believe this, but if they saw with their own eyes a high-level Nascent Soul monk being raped by fourteen top-level monks,
Who could not believe the scene of the Yuanying monks chasing him?
When Xuanmu looked at the dozen or so shocked eyes, he did not feel proud at all. Instead, he felt even heavier. These monks probably already knew that Xuanmu owned a red long sword. When the long sword was drawn,
No matter what level of cultivation the other party is, they will definitely die.
But if this is really the case, why is Xuanmu being hunted down in such a panic? Xuanmu did not admit or deny it, he said: "My sword has been given to you. You said you would eliminate disasters for me.
.”
"Did I say that?" The old man sneered, then looked at the old man Xiahou and said: "Kill him if you want. As long as he doesn't tarnish a trace of ice and snow in my frozen kingdom, I won't interfere."
"Okay, fellow Taoist Bingyue understands the righteousness well. He is really a role model for our monks to learn from." The old man Xiahou flattered Bingyue, and then said to the two anxious Spirit Sword Sect monks behind him:
"Fellow Daoist Wen, Friend Daoist Zhang. Aren't you all bent on avenging Elder Ma of the Lingjian Sect? Now that you have this opportunity, go ahead."
The two members of the Lingjian Sect looked at each other and looked at each other. The old man named Wen said: "Okay, I will be the first to fight against demons and defend the law. However, you should not stand idly by."
"Yes, if anyone is sitting idly by, don't blame me for being unkind." The old woman surnamed Zhang also said sternly, pointing her right hand in the air, and the Spirit Snake Sword behind her instantly rushed out of the scabbard, a black and white streak.
The alternate sword light slashed towards Xuanmu.
As the old man spoke, he also raised the huge blue sword behind him and slashed towards Xuanmu. A green light rising into the sky rushed out from his long sword, and the sword light contained the power to shatter mountains and rivers and headed towards it.
The black wood was suddenly chopped off.
Xuanmu's head suddenly raised, his eyes looking at the two sharp and swift sword lights in the sky. "If you don't give me a way to survive, I won't make it easy for you either."
As he spoke, a Yulan Qin appeared out of thin air in front of him. At the same time, he quickly retreated, and along with the sound of the Qin, a black storm suddenly condensed. This black storm spun away into the sky, hardening the two sword lights.
Minced raw.
As the two sword beams were shattered, all the top-level Nascent Soul monks launched an attack on Xuanmu at this time.
Xia Houmo took out a green lantern first, and a blue fire light flashed inside the green lantern. The fire light suddenly rushed out from the green lantern, and turned into a raging fire and swept towards the black wood.
One of the Nascent Soul monks at the top level of the Tyrannical Sword Sect raised the human butcher knife in his hand and slashed it in the direction of Xuanmu. A shadow flickered out from the sword. This shadow was like the same sword, but it was smaller than a human being.
The butcher knife itself has more aura of agility. It can be seen that the spirit of the weapon inside has been nourished by the aura and has gained some consciousness.
The old man from the Xuanji Sect is holding a pen in his hand. This pen is called 'Wuhui'. It is known as 'the pen of Wuhui, the beginning of reincarnation'. As he draws a stroke in the air with the Wuhui pen, a sword
The shadow suddenly condensed in the air. With another stroke of the pen, another sword light condensed out. The speed was so fast that it could be called divine speed.
Xuanmu had just unleashed the Destruction Storm halfway, and dozens of sword shadows and sword rays had already condensed in the sky, all pointing directly at Xuanmu.
The hand of the Divine Thunder Sect was even more amazing. Two elders of the Divine Thunder Sect were seen holding a set of divine thunder hammers, and they hit the black wood with a hammer. A little bit of lightning quickly condensed from the divine thunder hammer. These
The lightning quickly condensed into a thunder ball, which was also blasted towards Xuanmu.
The two old men of the Guangming Sect each took out their own magical weapons. Each held a staff in their hands. The staff was inlaid with a ball that emitted dazzling white light. They held the staff in their hands and chanted in their mouths.
Jue, the white light emitted from the ball became more and more dazzling. The white light was only a little bit. It was not very big, about the size of a fist. The speed of the white light was extremely fast, and it suddenly hit Xuanmu's back.
go.
Being able to condense spiritual power into such a small amount, and also causing serious damage to monks. This is a major feature of the Guangming Sect. In the Dream Kingdom, all sect spells must be used to cause serious damage to high-level monks.
The most powerful large-scale spell that consumes spiritual energy.
But this Guangming Sect is different. This is the amazing strength of Guangming Sect that has always been one of the nine alliances.
The two old men of the Yuehua Sect also took action at the same time. One person's hands glowed with white light, and what was condensed was a magical weapon that looked like a crescent moon. This magical weapon looked like a scimitar, but it had no handle.
The old man raised the crescent-moon magic weapon, and he could see the extremely dazzling moon-white light emitting. The crescent-moon quickly sliced towards Xuanmu. The speed was so fast that Xuanmu was horrified.