After the discussion, Fang Xianjun met the eyes of the Great Elder of the Yu Family who chose people to take his defense, and the five inner gate Immortal Monarchs rushed to the front together, and their powerful momentum immediately forced the rest of the people who were surrounding the left to retreat.

The situation is already like this, Dongfang Tuo feels that it is hopeless to take the treasure, and he thinks that he is unwilling to do his best, which is really out of his reach.

He simply let go of the idea of taking the treasure, and only guarded Xu Yi, who was still asleep, if it weren't for the criticism of his peers, he really wanted to lead everyone to leave immediately.

In the blink of an eye, another half cup of tea time passed.

Outside the cave mansion, except for the five inner gate immortal monarchs and Fang Immortal monarchs, and the two point yuan elders of the Yu family, the rest of the people were all far away from the eight point yuan powerhouses under the repeated temptation attacks of the white qi.

I don't know if the attack worked, or if the white qi was released to the end, gradually, the faint white qi finally thinned out, and finally disappeared into nothing.

The white gas is dispersed, and the intense fragrance gushes out from the cave, and the strange fragrance only touches the skin, which makes people feel refreshed and happy.

The strange fragrance came out, and the eight strong points shot straight into the cave.

Seeing that the leading Elder Yu was about to break into the cave, a sudden cold light flashed, and a cold killing intent rushed to his face.

The eight powerhouses were shocked, and their passing stopped, and then they heard a song coming in.

"I have a sword, which has been held by the dust for a long time, and once it is gone, and it is slaughtered all over the heavens and the earth.

”

The singing voice is clear, the voice is not loud, but there is a momentum of rushing into the sky.

When the song settled, a man in a green shirt was now in front of him, the man was in his early thirties, with black hair and a shawl, his shoulders were cut into pieces, his body was nine feet long, and his face was ordinary, except for a pair of eyes, like paint and lightning, which was wonderful.

As soon as that person appeared, the expressions of the six Inner Gate Immortal Monarchs all changed drastically, staring at the man in green clothes, and the color of jealousy was overflowing.

The man in Tsing Yi didn't look at everyone, and walked straight towards the cave, and with a wave of his big hand, all the seven purple light treasures were included in the Sumeru ring by him.

Shen Nian locked on the jade corpse again, wanting to take it, but found that the space in the Sumeru Ring could not establish a connection with the jade corpse.

The man in Tsing Yi walked in front of the jade corpse, gently rubbed the top of the jade corpse's head, and said in a low voice: "Jade Muscle Spirit Bone! Under such a violent aura, not only is it not rotten, but there is such a creation, I really don't know what kind of divine skill you practiced during your lifetime." ”

After that, the divine thought was released, and he had already held up the jade corpse out of thin air, turned around and left.

Finally, the eight strong men of the Eight Points Yuan, who had always been quiet and motionless, shook their bodies together and surrounded the man in Tsing Yi.

The man in Tsing Yi smiled slightly and said, "It's good to connect in series?"

A touch of shame flashed on everyone's faces, the right talent, the man in Tsing Yi took the treasure, no one dared to make a move, except for the man in Tsing Yi who was really anxious, everyone was indeed communicating with each other.

Yin Jun Song Tian said coldly: "Wang Yao, you are also too arrogant, you simply treat me as nothing. You took the treasure of purple light, and we didn't interfere, it just gave you face, but I didn't expect you to be so arrogant, wanting to take all the treasures in the cave in one fell swoop, can there be a little bit of us in your eyes?"

As soon as the word "Wang Yao" came out, the crowd who had stopped for miles away and watched let out a huge exclamation.

In the camp of the Donghua Immortal Sect, the middle-aged man with the sword on his back exclaimed, "Wang Yao, this person is the legendary Dust Sword King Yao?"

Song Qiuhu sneered, "If it's not him, who else can it be?" Who can use the same identity as an Inner Gate Immortal Monarch to overwhelm the scene, making the Eight Great Yuan powerhouses so jealous!"

Dongfang Tuo sighed, "This is a brilliant genius, it is rumored that his dust sword has been smelted with the intent of killing, and the five elements are complete, and it has become a perfect divine embryo, just wait for Wang Yao to break through the five turns of the true yuan, and he will be able to cast the treasure of the gods immediately." What a legend!"

The onlookers were shocked by the identity of the man in Tsing Yi, but Wang Yao did not have the slightest fluctuation in the change of the scene, but when he saw him, he smiled and said, "Brother Song's words, but it is too much, how can I take all the treasures, and the gold box, isn't it left to you? lest one of you be bad, so he will find those old men to cry again, Wang can't stand it." ”

Only then did everyone come back to their senses, why did the surnamed Wang leave the gold box alone and not take it, but in order to block the tongue, this guy had to take into account the discussion of the fairy gate.

Suddenly bold, the red eyes Daoren said coldly, "Now that the matter is over, I advise Brother Wang not to do a battle of words, what is going on here, and ask Brother Wang to draw the next way." ”

Wang Yao's smile became more and more on his face, "What kind of way to draw, I really blush for you." Do you want to fight but don't dare to fight, don't dare to fight but still want to share the benefits, cherish your life like this, what immortals do you want, what kind of way do you ask, a certain shame is really ashamed to be with you. ”

"It's useless to talk more, let's see the real chapter in your hands!"

The fairy in Tsing Yi said that, and rushed straight towards Wang Yao.

Wang Yao laughed, "A group of men, in terms of pride, but not as good as a woman, it's really ashamed." ”

He laughed loudly while calmly dodging the fierce attack of the fairy in green clothes.

The fairy in Tsing Yi took the lead, and everyone lost their tongues to regain the situation, and they all launched an attack on Wang Yao at the same time.

As soon as the Eight Great Points Yuan Battle King Yao started fighting, the rest of the monks flew away in a swarm, for fear that the violent impact would affect their bodies.

Eight point yuan powerhouses, go all out, one move and one style, not weaker than the power of the spell, three or four miles in length and width, five hundred zhang up and down, eight point yuan powerhouses, the group surrounded Wang Yao in the center, the abundant five elements of spiritual power, the terrifying power of gathering, every time the spiritual power is intertwined, it will collapse a large black hole.

The terrifying adsorption power of the black hole, as long as it is touched at the slightest touch, will definitely disappear from life and death.

After only a few breaths, the eight major Yuan powerhouses have each attacked dozens of blows, and the strange thing is that Wang Yao will return a blow, with fluttering green clothes, wandering in the major spiritual power fields, but he can always skillfully and skillfully avoid the attack storm, and he is not injured.

"You don't need to keep your hands, if Wang dies in battle, Wang deserves it, the Imperial Martial Arts Palace will never find a post-account, if you don't do your best, this fight is really not interesting. ”

In the spirit storm field where mountains and seas are overwhelming, and black holes frequently appear, Wang Yao can easily speak.

This scene alone made countless onlookers completely heartbroken.

Even Xu Yi, who has always been fighting against the weird white qi and secretly fighting, couldn't help but pay attention to this shocking battle, and secretly marveled at Wang Yao's methods.

He thought to himself that he had cultivated the Xuanting Quenching Technique, and if he wanted to be like Wang Yao, he could easily and easily master such a violent spiritual power storm attack, and he would never be able to.

Of course, Xu Yi has spare strength and pays attention to the changes on the battlefield, which is naturally inseparable from his own situation.

Just as Wang Yao was rubbing the top of the jade corpse's head, the strange white qi suddenly lost control and began to scatter, eroding inch by inch, hurting the body.

And this kind of erosion and injury, in Xu Yi's feeling, is much better than the previous orderly tossing of tendons.

This kind of erosion is at the cost of the dissipation of the white qi, and the previous kind of tidying up the tendons, the white qi has no sign of stopping at all.