Rumble!

The towering Chaos Ten Thousand Beasts Tower began to shake violently, and then slowly flew into the air, and one after another chaotic qi was entwined around the tower's body, although it did not have the grandeur of Ruicai Qiantiao, but it looked simple and atmospheric.

Suddenly, this pagoda shrank sharply, and in an instant, it turned into a stream of light and shot towards Murong Xianxian. She subconsciously raised her left hand, and the streamer disappeared into her palm...... For a moment, Murong Xianxian only felt that her palm sank, and she almost fell to the ground, but fortunately, she immediately adapted to the situation, but she felt that her left hand was a little heavy, as if she was carrying something.

"Five seniors, this ...... How could this be?"

When Murong Xianxian saw the tattoo-like tower-shaped pattern in his palm, he couldn't help but feel a little depressed.

Kanazawa laughed hesitantly and asked, "Master, do you know where our last master was imprinted when he took control of the Chaos Ten Thousand Beasts Tower?"

"Where is it?" Murong Xianxian was really curious.

Kanazawa touched his head and smiled without saying a word.

"What do you mean...... Oh, I see. Murong Xianxian suddenly felt that he was extremely lucky, and he didn't know how the Immortal Emperor acted against this big baby.

At this moment, Murong Xianxian was still digesting the various news fed back from the Chaos Ten Thousand Beasts Tower...... It wasn't until she had completely digested it that she really felt sympathy for that Immortal Emperor.

After receiving the Chaos Ten Thousand Beasts Tower, Murong Xianxian was ready to separate the crystal world from himself and hand it over to Murong Qianxue, this girl was the next successor she selected, the crystal world, the pure glass bottle, the demon bell, the Great Compassion Mirror, the jade pipa and other treasures would all be handed over to her to take charge, and the five immortal kings entered the Chaos Ten Thousand Beasts Tower to protect Murong Xianxian's safety closely.

At this point, Murong Qianxian has already handed over the position of head teacher to Murong Qianxue, but Murong Qianxue's cultivation is not enough, and he is not in a hurry to create momentum for the time being.

After a qiē was dealt with, Murong Xianxian did not travel immediately, she was waiting in the sect, and at the same time instructed the disciples to cultivate, especially for Murong Qianxue, Li Yaoyao and other disciples who were destined to preside over one side in the future, it was even more strict, until her cultivation had reached the peak of the early stage of Mahayana, and now the middle and high-level of the sect announced that she was going out to do a very important thing.

Before leaving, Murong Xianxian summoned Kong Li and other demon cultivators, all of whom were ambushed by Emperor Muxian back then...... Or rather, repression in the tower. Now that most of them have advanced to the Mahayana level, Murong Xianxian only made one request, as long as they swore to protect Wenxiangfang for five hundred years, they could get rid of the shackles of the Ten Thousand Beasts Tower.

For these big demons, five hundred years is just a snap of a finger, as long as they can get rid of the Tower of Ten Thousand Beasts and regain their freedom, this qiē is worth it.

At this point, Murong Xianxian was completely relieved, Wenxiangfang has the protection of these big demons, even if she soars in the future, there are few forces in the endless sea area that can be the enemy of Wenxiangfang, not to mention that in the crystal world, there is another force, and they can also be recruited and adjusted when necessary.

On this trip, Murong Xianxian handed over the famous Qingluan Baoyuan to Murong Qianxue...... For her, this treasure is actually an object that puts a score, whether it is a spatial crack or a line of words, the speed is faster than this treasure chariot.

At this time, a group of Wenxiangfang disciples stood in mid-air to see them off, although they all knew that they would see each other again, but Murong Xiaoxiao and the others knew that the goodbye period might be the time of farewell.

"This time I'm going to find a way to enter the Demon Realm, no matter what, I'll rush back before I ascend, you don't have to worry. ”

Murong Xianxian waved his hand very chicly, tore open a spatial crack and drilled in...... In a moment, the crack slowly closed.

This time, she didn't even bring Ao Xiaolong.

In the endless space, Murong Xianxian tore the space over and over again, carefully avoiding the spatial turbulence and restraining his own aura.

She prepared to reach the Abyss of the Sea of Fog in one go, because there might be a way into the Demon Realm.

However, the plan did not change quickly, and just when she felt that she was not far from the abyss of the sea of fog, something happened suddenly, cracks began to shake in the space, and the spatial turbulence also showed signs of rampage.

"Damn!" It was the first time Murong Xianxian had encountered this kind of thing, but he didn't know who to scold, so he could only blame himself for his bad luck.

Magical powers such as space movement or teleportation, for fear of sudden disturbances, once the spatial turbulence riots, even if the gods fall into it, they will not be spared.

If he stayed any longer, the danger was too great, and Murong Xianxian tore through the space without hesitation and rushed out of the space passage.

"What's going on?"

No sooner had she flown out of the space than she was startled by the scene in front of her...... This is clearly a battlefield, with magic weapons, flying swords, and various magical powers in mid-air, interwoven into a brilliant and vigorous movement, with a turbulent aura and terrifying momentum.

Needless to say, she has suffered from an unwarranted disaster, and when she moves in space, she needs the absolute stability of the space channel...... The battle between ordinary cultivators would not have an impact on the spatial passage, but a battle of this scale in front of him was about to catch up with the confrontation between the two armies, and hundreds of middle and high-level cultivators had been invested on both sides, and it was the first time that Murong Xianxian had seen a battle of this scale.

The two sides of the battle are attacking and defending, the inferior side is beginning to break through and escape, and the strong side is concentrating the strong to snipe the strong of the other side, and the situation is clear at a glance.

Airplanes~

In the sky, a flying sword emitted ten thousand sword lights, shooting out in all directions, many monks couldn't dodge, and were slashed down by the sword qi, and even the towering ancient trees on the ground near the epiphytes also fell in pieces.

Zheng!

An umbrella-shaped magic weapon flew into the air and resisted the flying sword, and the two magic weapons began to collide continuously, and the monk on the inferior side desperately broke through...... It's so good to die, Murong Xianxian has also become the target of attack, and a flying sword turned into a long rainbow and swept towards Murong Xianxian.

Poof!

The two monks who happened to appear between Murong Xian and the flying sword were cut off on the ground, bleeding profusely.

Zheng!

Murong Xian's brows frowned slightly, and the ten fingers of his hands flicked, sending out a series of Taiyi sword qi, continuously hitting the sword rainbow, knocking it out of its original form, and rolling in the air again and again.

"Huh?" The owner of the flying sword was a Mahayana monk, and when he saw Murong Xianxian blocking his own blow, he couldn't help but let out a startled sigh, and quickly shot a sword trick towards him.

In the sky, the flying sword shook suddenly, and a hundred and ten sword lights slashed down towards Murong Xianxian.

"Inexplicable!"

Although the other party's repeated attacks made Murong Xianxian unhappy, he did not want to get involved in this big battle. Murong Xian glanced at the old man coldly, and his figure suddenly disappeared from under the sword and appeared in its place.

"The Taoist friend in front of you quickly dodge!"

Behind Murong Xianxian, a streamer of light came in the same direction as her, followed by a large number of chasing soldiers, and dozens of flying sword magic weapons smashed down towards the streamer like a storm...... The monk in the streamer was kind, knowing a reminder, but listening to the voice looked like a young nun.

Well?

After Murong Xianxian heard this voice, she suddenly stopped her light - she heard this voice a little familiar. R1152