Haoyue's eyes were complicated, the thunderclouds on the peak just now, the thunder pillar that was more than a foot wide, and the sound of spiritual power explosions at the end were all sensed by the monks who kept shooting to the top of the mountain, was it Lin Xuan?

"Old ghost of the hot sun, today is your death"

At this moment, the Yanyang Ancestor also manifested his body in the thunder pillar, but he saw that his robe was a little damaged, and his face was a little pale, and there were no scars. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Lin Xuan was also constantly driven back by Ye Chuchen, and fed Lin Xuan a healing pill, standing beside Lin Xuan to guard.

And all the cultivators of the six sects began to press forward slowly, that Yanyang Ancestor, the loss of spiritual power at this moment was also extremely serious, and Lin Xuan's four killing moves, if he wanted to take them completely, it also cost him a lot of mental energy.

At this moment, the Yanyang Ancestor showed a trace of sadness in his eyes, looked at the monks of the Six Sects indifferently, and said softly, "I didn't expect that in the end, I still couldn't leave Youzhou, I thought that I found the ruins of the Fire Sect, and I could pass through the teleportation array in the ruins and leave Youzhou, and one day, I will definitely kill again and take back everything in my Fire Spirit Gate, but it seems that the sky is really going to destroy my Fire Spirit Gate." "Yanyang, no matter how much you say, what's the use, the Seven Sects of Youzhou, which also experienced life and death back then, and finally developed the Seven Sects, although they are not as powerful as the Quanzhou Cultivation Realm, but it is also because of the barrier of the Endless Sea, our Youzhou Cultivation Realm, for thousands of years, has been growing slowly, you know, for your own selfish interests, you have destroyed the resources that my Youzhou Seven Sects have cultivated and accumulated for thousands of years, and you are a sinner in the Youzhou Cultivation Realm. “

Several half-step Yuan Infant powerhouses, with gloomy faces, stared at the Yanyang Ancestor, if it weren't for this Yanyang Old Ghost, they must still be in retreat, impacting the last Yuan Infant Period. "Since ancient times, the king has been defeated, I have nothing to say, if this battle is not because of the deviation in the illusion, I am counterattacked, how can I tolerate you to be so arrogant at this moment. “

Yanyang Ancestor looked at the six sect cultivators indifferently, with a look of disdain. "Hmph, do you think that with just five half-step Yuan Infant Cultivators, you can wreak havoc on my six sects, and my six sects are really at the mercy of others?" As soon as the words fell, the monks of the six sects directly shot wildly. "Haha, my Yanyang Ancestor, is the first Yuanying monk in Youzhou, ho ho, Yuanying monk, you group of Jindan monks, what a half-step Yuanying, are all vain words, one day does not become a Yuanying, that is a world of difference, haha, since they are all here, then don't go, follow me on the Yanyang Huangquan Road." “

The Burning Sun Ancestor took out an item from the storage bag, it was a picture scroll. On the scroll, a middle-aged man in a Taoist robe, carrying a spirit sword behind him, with a token hanging from his waist, stood in the air, looking into the distance.

Lin Xuan's eyes shrank, this is, this is a picture scroll enshrined in the inner hall, what does this Yanyang Ancestor mean by taking out this picture scroll at this moment?" "Disciple Yanyang, today the blood sacrifices to himself, asking the ancestor to manifest a wisp of spiritual consciousness. “

The picture scroll floated in mid-air, and the Yanyang Ancestor suddenly slapped the Tianling Gai, but it was a flash of light, but it was a white and tender Yuan Infant appeared on the top of the Yan Yang Ancestor's head, at this moment, the Yuan Ying directly pinched the magic trick, his body flashed, and he exploded back, but the body suddenly turned into a blood mist, and was constantly absorbed by the picture scroll.

And in the painting, the middle-aged man with the spirit sword on his back, as if he had come to life, his eyes were no longer looking into the distance, but in the painting, looking at all the monks present. "He's moving, it's not good, the person in this painting has a trace of spiritual consciousness at all. Hurry up and destroy this scroll," the half-step infant monk exclaimed

And Lin Xuan was shocked, the person in the painting appeared again, the old monster of the Ice Sect in the secret realm of the Ice Sect back then was also the cultivation of the early stage of the Transformation of the Gods, and it was also a wisp of divine sense, which was so powerful. "Boom"

The person in the painting never walked out, but he was holding a spirit sword, and on the spirit sword, it was full of blood, and he slashed out with a sword against everyone. "Boom"

The power of a sword, suddenly several half-step Yuan Infant monks in front of them, immediately retreated, but that sword was like coming from the Nine Shadows, killing people, that spiritual power, completely surpassed the killing moves performed by the early Yuan Infant monks, that spiritual power, that coercion, this is something they dare not imagine, is it a blow from the monks of the Transformation Period. "Poof"

In the front row, the several half-step Yuan Infant powerhouses immediately turned into two halves, two half-step powerhouses from the Demon Spirit Gate, two half-step powerhouses from the Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion, two half-step powerhouses from the Heavenly Corpse Sect, and one half-step powerhouse from the Hundred Beast Mountain Villa, all of them were killed, and they would be killed with one blow.

The one who came after him, the half-step strongman, was only one Ye Chuchen left.

With one blow, the person in this painting is just a sword, but it instantly kills the almost absolute combat power of the people present.

Ye Chuchen's body was cold, if she hadn't taken Lin Xuan to the rear to heal her injuries just now, she would have definitely fallen, those half-step Yuan Infant Cultivators didn't have any ability to resist at all, they were completely killed by a blow, and it was useless to resist.

The person in the painting, with one blow, turned into the distant appearance again, and the spirit sword once again became carried behind him, but the figure in the painting had become extremely dim, as if it was about to disappear. "Ha, hahahaha, you chased and killed me, but now you have ended up in this field, accompany me to Huangquan Road to be a companion, hahahahaha"

The white and tender Yuan Ying of the old ghost of the hot sun, sneering wildly, but he stretched out his white and tender little finger and pointed it at the center of his eyebrows, and in an instant, the center of the eyebrows cracked and bloodstained, but it was the Yuan Ying who spurted out a mouthful of essence blood, and once again submerged into the scroll, but the figure in the scroll did not move.

The Yanyang Ancestor's eyes flashed with a hint of ruthlessness, and he squirted out a mouthful of essence blood again, and the Yuan Infant looked as bleak as gold paper in an instant.

And the person in the painting finally moved again, but the figure was obviously much darker, and the spirit sword appeared in his hand again, and slashed at the monks again, although the power was not as powerful as the blow just now, but at least it was a blow that could only be performed by the monks of the Great Perfection of the Yuan Infant Stage.

"Resist quickly, poof"

Blood spurted out one after another, and almost all of these monks in the Great Perfection Realm of the Jindan Period were the masters of various sects, and there were also a lot of top-grade spiritual weapons in their hands. "Boom" "Poof"

A sword slashed, the power of a sword, Mo Ku was seriously injured, Yunhe Zhenren was seriously injured, Jian Wuxin was seriously injured, Pei Yong was seriously injured, Haoyue was seriously injured, but Ye Chuchen flew out upside down, his face was pale, and he was the most seriously injured.

"Chu Chen, Chu Chen, how are you?" Lin Xuan got up with difficulty, staggered to Ye Chuchen's side, and looked at the blood spilling from the corner of Ye Chuchen's mouth, his face as white as paper, and he was suddenly shocked.