"What a terrifying strength, Xuantian Sect is really an ancient immortal sect, the emaciated camel is bigger than a horse, and even now there is a dragon demon god in the Nirvana realm to suppress the sect, this kind of background is not inferior to the ordinary immortal sect. ”

After confirming that Duan Chou and the others had left and returned to the sect, on an inconspicuous hill forty miles away, Thief Quanzi breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking at the Xuantian Sect, which had been re-sealed and filled with immortal light cloud pillars, his face showed a trace of bitterness, and he muttered to himself in a low voice, but it was difficult to hide the shock and happiness in his eyes.

In front of it was a shock that Xuantian Sect had inadvertently revealed its powerful strength under the veil of mystery that had always been mysterious, which was terrifying.

Later, I was glad that I was not reckless and acted rashly.

Otherwise, judging from Xuantian Sect's ruthless style of killing from top to bottom, it is very likely that he will also be killed on the spot.

After all, even Fan Xu, who is a powerhouse in the Tongtian Realm, can say that he can be killed, and he doesn't care about the face of the Han Dynasty at all, and he is a little white dragon view, and he is nothing.

Even, without the help of others, just the two Reincarnation Realm True Immortals who followed Broken Sorrow's side could wipe out their entire sect and uproot them.

And how terrifying the strength of the other elders of the Xuantian Sect was, Thief Quanzi also saw it clearly from beginning to end, and he thought that he was not the opponent of the Decayed Old Monster, and he was not sure that he would be able to survive under the Tianyi Killing Sword.

His own cultivation strength is at best a little higher than that of the Taishang of the Hanging Hexagram Sect and the Canglan Ye Family, but it will definitely not be too high.

However, these people were all slaughtered by Xiao Yun's four generals, and they had no power to fight back, and even the Tianyi Palm Sect, who originally broke through the battle array and escaped, was later chased back by Dianmeng, which was really terrifying.

He confronted these people, and the answer was obvious, not to mention Xiao Yun, who had cultivated in the late stage of the transcendent realm, and Dian Meng, who had Kui Niu Dao blood to use the law to enhance his strength, and the remaining Chu Biao and Zhuo Ta, any one of them could easily kill him.

Not to mention the hidden dragon and crouching tiger around him, as well as the snow girl who has never made a move in the later stage of the Holy Realm, and the Ximen Blowing Snow who has just completed the tribulation and broken through the detachment.

Thief Izumiko could sense a dangerous aura from him.

So many masters and strong people appeared, all of them were around the sorrow, even if the thief Quanzi had the cultivation of a true monarch, he also felt a chill.

When the withered old monster's primordial spirit flew out of Fangcun Mountain, it was in his direction that he fled, and at that time he was still hesitating whether to make a move, whether to take the opportunity to get rid of this sect's scourge in one fell swoop.

However, just when he decided that the opportunity could not be lost and that he would not come again, a golden brilliant sword slashed through the sky like a meteor, and with an unavoidable momentum, it accurately slashed at the primordial spirit of the withered old monster, and the old monster was destroyed in front of him!

When the thief realized that it was a withered and falling, this was a semi-innate spiritual treasure that looked at the inner treasure and the white dragon view of the immortal map, he could hardly suppress his excitement and greed, and he couldn't help but snatch it, grab the treasure and escape.

However, invisibly, an indifferent and ruthless killing intent enveloped him, and the thief Quanzi couldn't help but hit a spirit, such as falling into the ice cellar, and even now, he still feels frightened.

He knew very well what this killing machine meant, as long as he dared to give birth to half of his covetous heart and make the slightest move, he was afraid that he would immediately follow in the footsteps of the decaying old monster and be killed by a sword shot from the sky.

Therefore, in the face of the threat of death, the thief Quanzi weighed the pros and cons, and finally suppressed the greed in his heart, and did not act further, and it was precisely because of this that he successfully survived, watching the green and withered ancient flute fly back to Xuantian Sect, during which some people couldn't help but snatch it, but at the moment of the outburst, they were taken away by a flying knife, without exception, no life was returned.

This is also the most fortunate thing for Thief Quanzi from the beginning to the present, I don't know if it was his own delusion just now, he always felt that when Duan Chou and the others left, one of the two reincarnation realm true immortals, if there was nothing, glanced at him in this direction with a little playfulness.

Thief Quanzi had an intuition that it was this young man who seemed to be sunny and had a charming smile who used a flying knife to shoot and take people's lives thousands of miles away.

"No matter what, you can't stay here for a long time, the news that you are dead and dead, and what happened in this Xuantian Sect, you must quickly return to the temple to inform the senior brother and ancestor, so that they can't wait any longer, they need to make plans early. ”

Thief Quanzi frowned, as if he had thought of something, looked at the direction of the immortal mountain and sighed inexplicably, and said to himself, and immediately, a touch of resoluteness flashed in his eyes, and the ancient sword behind his back soared into the sky, he jumped up, stepped on a white rainbow sword light, circled, and quickly moved away in the direction of the other side.

Soon after, the void and mountains and forests where Duan Chou and others killed Fan Xu, many monks went to investigate one after another, trying to find some traces and omissions from them, and the unwilling people even dug three feet into the ground, but found nothing.

Many people realized that a big war was about to start, and a terrible disaster and storm was about to happen, so they all looked in a hurry, and they all dispersed quickly, or took refuge, or returned to the sect forces to inform the news in time.

Within a few days, Xuantian Sect created immortal mountains overnight, three days of tribulation, three visions, and the details of the great war, and the powerful strength displayed was like a gust of wind, spreading at an alarming speed, and rumors spread all over the entire southern Xinjiang and even all parts of the Three Dynasties.

And the initiator of all this, Xuan Chou has returned to Xuantian Sect with the elders and disciples under his door.

"Master, everything has been settled, what are you bringing us to the top of this mountain?"

Standing on the top of the Immortal Mountain Cloud, Lin Xiaoyuan came out of the void, looked at the solemn ancient and majestic sacred altar in front of her, which had experienced two heavenly tribulations without any damage, blinked her eyes, and said with some confusion.

Hearing this, everyone also looked at each other, after a few days, in fact, what they wanted most right now was to quickly find a place where no one was disturbing, so that they could calm down and cultivate, stabilize the realm, digest the war, and comprehend what they had gained.

Therefore, everyone seems to be a little anxious, their eyes are burning, and they are impatient.

However, as if he hadn't seen it, he smiled indifferently and said, "If you want to know the purpose of bringing you here, you can go up to the altar and see it yourself, don't you know everything?" ”

"Altar?"

Everyone was stunned and looked at each other.

Only Xiao Yun, Dian Meng and the others seemed to realize something, they all looked at each other, they were all a little moved, and looked up at the majestic altar of gods and demons, with a touch of heat in their eyes.

(End of chapter)