The sky was getting lower and lower, and the momentum on the head of the Zixiao Sect cultivator was getting stronger and stronger, and a large number of spirit stones were taken out by him casually and sprinkled around the fight with Qiao Yun for him to continuously absorb.

He also accelerated the offensive of the purple-backed golden knife in his hand, as if he wanted to kill Qiao Yun as soon as possible, and then go all out to fight against the upcoming Jin Dan Thunder Tribulation.

On the other hand, Qiao Yun's situation was not optimistic, because he did not dare to expose his body cultivation in front of so many monks, coupled with the large consumption of true qi in his body, Qiao Yun had gradually declined in this fight.

Qiao Yun knew that it was not a way to go on like this, and he had the intention to use the talisman from Yi Shu, but the other party's attack was too tight, and he didn't give Qiao Yun time to take out the talisman and activate it at all, and Mo Xieyin was vibrated as early as the first attack, and Qiao Yun never found the time to take it back.

Seeing that the other party's purple-backed golden knife was slashing again with a sharp sword aura, Qiao Yun gritted his teeth, he had already made a decision in his heart, and closed his eyes without hesitation, and his mind frantically recalled and portrayed the first of the three shots he used in the illusion after holding the soul exterminating spear in the valley where the killing aura was rampant.

The Zixiao Sect monk led by him frowned slightly when he saw Qiao Yun closing his eyes during the fight, not knowing what Qiao Yun meant, but the purple-backed golden knife under his hand did not stop at all, slashing towards Qiao Yun's face.

"Suffer death!" the Zixiao Sect monk led by him snorted coldly, his face showing a hideous expression.

The ten Zixiao Sect monks and the monks of each sect in the distance were in different moods after seeing this scene, Zhong Nanxuan shook the silver soft sword, and after shaking back the Zixiao Sect monks who were fighting in front of him, he sighed secretly, while Xie Nanping, who was already injured, endured the severe pain on his body and roared, but Qiao Yun turned a deaf ear at all, and saw that the purple-backed golden knife was less than a few inches away from Qiao Yun.

And at this moment, Qiao Yun's right hand holding the Suhe spear suddenly slowly raised, this seemingly ordinary move, but it made the Zixiao Sect cultivator who was the leader jump violently in his heart for no reason.

It was too late, and when the sword qi of the purple-backed golden knife had already touched Qiao Yun's forehead, the Suhe spear in Qiao Yun's hand stabbed forward with a thunderous momentum.

And with the moment the Suhe spear attacked, the originally gloomy sky seemed to dim a little, and a large amount of heaven and earth aura and the aura generated in the spirit stones scattered around it actually gathered wildly, turning into bursts of white gas, just like the substance, and even converged into an inverted huge whirlpool, rolling away with the thorn of the Suhe spear.

Under this thorn, the Zixiao Sect monk led by him only felt that the soul in his body trembled, and he even felt that the endless aura was surging like a surging river, and in front of this simple stab, he was like a flat boat in the angry waves, and he had no power to fight back.

"Click!"

The purple-backed golden knife shattered instantly, and it couldn't stop it at all.

"Bang!"

The disc-shaped magic weapon that the cultivator of the Zixiao Sect hastily sacrificed also fell apart, and did not make any ripples under the huge aura vortex.

In the next moment, the Suhe spear pierced into the body of the Zixiao Sect monk led by him with an indomitable momentum, and before his expression could change, the huge aura vortex shattered his body, turning into nothingness in an instant!

At this moment, there was a deathly silence in the entire Great Array, and all the monks forgot about the fight, and the earth-shattering shot just now still echoed in their minds, which seemed to be indelible forever!

Gradually, there was awe in the eyes of these monks looking at Qiao Yun, they couldn't imagine how rebellious this monk in front of them was, and he actually killed a monk who was about to become a monk with a single shot from the cultivation of the eighth layer of the foundation!

And at this moment, white light rose from the big array, and in the blink of an eye, the remaining ten Zixiao Sect monks in the big array crushed the teleportation jade slip one after another, and walked away.

In the face of such a terrifying monk, coupled with the fact that there were still many foundation building monks around, where would these Zixiao Sect monks dare to stay for a long time, after all, it was much more important to be able to save their lives than to continue to stay in the trial of the Illusory Flame Realm.

When the figures of these ten Zixiao Sect monks appeared in the middle of the mountain peak outside the secret realm, the mountain peaks that were already talking about it became even more noisy, and even the old man of the Zixiao Sect who had a flat face when the corpse of the Zixiao Sect monk teleported out couldn't help frowning.

After these ten disciples fell, the old man of the Zixiao Sect swept over several people one by one, and at a glance he could see that the aura on their bodies was unstable, obviously after a fight before, he seemed to be frightened by something.

"What's going on?" the old man of the Zixiao Sect said lightly.

The ten Zixiao Sect monks all noticed a corpse of the same sect lying in front of the old man, and glanced at each other, and the last young man walked out, clasped his fists respectfully at the old man, and said with a slight bitterness in his mouth: "Elder, I am not good at learning, and I am not defeated by the monks of other sects when I snatch the spirit grass, so I crushed the teleportation jade slip, and only then did I escape with my life." ”

As soon as this young man of the Zixiao Sect said this, it immediately caused an uproar, the Zixiao Sect was the only nine-star sect in Mozhou, and the monks under it were even more prominent. And the ten Zixiao Sect monks crushed the jade slip at the same time and escaped, and even a corpse was teleported out, which can be described as an unheard of thing, which really made it difficult for the leaders on these mountain peaks and the monks who teleported out in advance to imagine what kind of fight took place in the territory of the Phantom Flame, and what kind of monk could force back the ten Zixiao Sect monks in one fell swoop!

But soon, the eyes of all the monks followed the gazes of those Zixiao Sect monks, and gradually converged in one direction, even the old man of Zixiao Sect also looked over.

Duan Yanbin, who was originally sitting upright, was looking down and thinking about how to resolve the grievances with the Chiyang Sect, even if ten Zixiao Sect monks were teleported out before, he was only slightly surprised, and didn't care too much, but at this time, he gradually felt that something was wrong, because the surroundings seemed to be too quiet, and there seemed to be a lot of eyes looking at him.

When Duan Yanbin raised his head, he was stunned for a moment, because he found that it was not one or two people who were looking at him, but the monks on the entire mountain peak looking at him at this moment.

When Duan Yanbin noticed the complicated eyes of the jealous and unwilling eyes of those Zixiao Sect monks, his heart chuckled, and cold sweat instantly broke out from his forehead, he was also a monk who had survived for hundreds of years, how could he not understand that most of the ten Zixiao Sect monks who were teleported out and the corpse on the ground were the masterpieces of his own sect disciples.

And Duan Yanbin really couldn't figure out which disciple did all this, could it be Yuwen Haocang, or Zhong Nanxuan and Jing Yao?

Before he had time to think about it, Duan Yanbin hurriedly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and was about to explain to the old man of the Zixiao Sect, but was interrupted by the old man of the Zixiao Sect first, "That's right! I didn't expect that the little Qingyu Sect could have such a strong monk, and I think that most of them are expected to become the leaders of my Mozhou in the future! The old man is a little curious now, and he really wants to meet this person!"

Duan Yanbin didn't know what the old man of the Zixiao Sect meant by these words, so he had to nod his head and say yes, and after the old man of the Zixiao Sect said this, he closed his eyes again and recuperated, and no one could see what he was thinking from his face.

After seeing that the elders of the sect closed their eyes and were silent, the ten Zixiao Sect monks all respectfully hugged the old man again, and then they all came to sit down cross-legged behind the old man, and began to quickly recover from the injuries on their bodies, and the rest of the sects on the mountain peak also whispered again, and the topics of discussion were naturally about the monks of the Qingyu Sect.

The leader of the Chiyang Sect not far away, looking at Duan Yanbin who was sitting on pins and needles from afar, his heart was almost happy, he wanted to find trouble with the Qingyu Sect and the old man of the Zixiao Sect blocked him, but now the disciple of the Qingyu Sect provoked the head of the Zixiao Sect again, he didn't believe that when the trial was over, the old man of the Zixiao Sect would still be able to protect him Qingyu Sect!

Duan Yanbin naturally saw the kind of schadenfreude in the eyes of the leader of the Chiyang Sect, and he was even more worried in his heart, and he had the intention to transmit these messages back to the sect, so that the sect master and the elders could come up with a solution after discussion, but he looked at the old man of the Zixiao Sect who was closing his eyes and recuperating, and sighed secretly in his heart, he still didn't dare to make a move.

Besides, within the big array, when the ten Zixiao Sect monks were teleported away, Qiao Yun stumbled under his feet and almost fell to the ground, although the previous first shot of soul destroying was extremely violent, but it was also very huge for Qiao Yun's mental consumption, and even the true qi in Qiao Yun's body was instantly emptied, if it weren't for the previous Zixiao Sect monk who spilled a large number of spirit stones for his own absorption, Qiao Yun even felt that he couldn't fully use this shot at all.

At this moment, there was a slightly deep blood mark on the top of Qiao Yun's head, and the blood was left along Qiao Yun's forehead and flowed all the way to the bridge of his nose, Qiao Yun knew that this was because he was injured by the knife qi of the purple-backed golden knife before, and even the three illusions on his face had cracks, but fortunately, he had not collapsed and did not reveal his true face.

Seeing that Qiao Yun seemed to be injured, a trace of greed flashed in the eyes of several Great Perfection cultivators in the late stage of foundation building, and the shot that Qiao Yun used earlier shocked them at the same time, but it was also coveted by them.

It's just that they are still a little jealous of Qiao Yun, and no one has stepped forward after hesitation, and at this moment, a green shadow fell beside Qiao Yun, it was one of the Tianjiao of the Qingyu Sect, Zhong Nanxuan.

Zhong Nanxuan's face was cold, he glanced at the monks around him, and said slowly: "Everyone, the monks of the Zixiao Sect have been repulsed, now everyone should join forces with me to attack the formation, otherwise when more monks arrive, it will be another fierce battle!"

Several Great Perfection monks who were originally about to move, after seeing Zhong Nanxuan stand up, they all secretly suppressed the thoughts in their hearts, because Zhong Nanxuan was not an unknown person, and they thought to themselves that it would not be too easy to win even if they fought with Zhong Nanxuan, not to mention that there was a more uncertain Qiao Yun, if he was a little careless, he was afraid that he would not grab the marksmanship, but would be killed by the two of them.