The fire of demon refining spread to the green mountains, with a palpitating majesty, straight to the heavens and the earth.

In this radius of a hundred miles, whether it is birds, beasts, monks and mortals, everyone's eyes are full of white fire, but they do not feel the slightest warmth and scorching, and some ....... It's just boundless fear, chilling.

Outside Fangcun Mountain, there is a large array of shielding, qi machine blockade, they can't see the situation in the Xuantian Sect, they don't know who is crossing the catastrophe, they can only vaguely see the sword light through the sky like a dragon, the thunder and fire are not extinguished, and the sound is terrifying.

Now, the thunderclouds are gradually dissipating, but the fire is still soaring into the sky, and they wonder who will cause the wrath of the heavens, and what will be the ultimate success or failure of the catastrophe?

In one day, they had already experienced too much, and they were not only frightened by this brilliant heavenly might, but also shocked by the mystery of Xuantian Sect!

The divine thoughts of the strong people of all factions have descended, and since last night, many people have been alarmed to appear in this heaven and earth, hidden in the void, until now, there are still many strong people who are still dispersing and are uncertain.

At this time, there was a sad and heavy aura in the Xuantian Sect.

"Little Seven!!Master, Little Seven..... Xiao Qi he .........."

"Master, please, save the little ......"

"Master!!"

................

At this moment, the catastrophe failed, even if everyone had expected it, but when they really saw that Xiao Qi was scattered by the thunder, burned by the demon refining fairy fire, and was about to be wiped out, everyone was stunned, and they were sad for a while, Lin Xiaoyuan, Bi Bufan and others turned around for the first time and begged.

I have seen too many miraculous and incredible things, and in the eyes of all the disciples, there is nothing in this world that the master cannot do.

If they can't even save Xiao Qi, then no one in this world can save him, so after something happened, their first reaction was to ask the master for help, hoping that he could save Xiao Qi.

And at this moment, the sorrow that has been paying attention to the matter of the heavenly catastrophe, almost without waiting for everyone to open their mouths and finish speaking, they have already started to step on the sky and sway.

"The sky has no eyes, what is the use of the sky, it should be punished!"

The cold and silent voice, with endless killing intent, seemed to come from the Nine Shadows, at this moment, Broken Sorrow stepped on the sky, swayed and rushed, and a jagged blood-colored fierce sword in his hand summoned out.

Suddenly, the heavens and the earth changed color, and the thunder was hoarse, and there was a boundless sword aura, like a hurricane, like a tsunami, overturning the sky and the earth, and sweeping in all directions.

The next moment, the ancient sword dragon groaned!

On the Seven Killing Sword Weapon, a fierce and monstrous sword aura suddenly rose, piercing the clouds and shooting fighting!

Broken sorrow sword condensation, there is a majestic luck to the sky, a sword slash, in an instant, the seven murderous swords revealed hideous, with broken sorrow as the center, a thousand zhang angry dragon with a monstrous edge, boundless evil qi, then slashed out, stabbing the sky.

The rolling thunderclouds were vast, and they had not yet completely dissipated, and countless divine thunder and heavenly fires were surging and surging, and they were all directly cut and smashed in this situation where the thousands of angry dragons were overwhelmed and the blood was overflowing.

The strength of that sword path was so strong that it almost annihilated all the thunder and fire heavenly might.

Ten miles, hundreds of miles, three hundred miles, three thousand miles, the angry dragon slashed, the mountains and rivers were shattered, the heaven and earth were shattered, the clouds that were originally dissipating, the heavenly path that had disappeared, was unbelievably stunned under the terrifying edge of slashing into the clouds.

Moment......... The wind and thunder are agitated, the clouds and fires are emptied, and the momentum of the thunder and tribulation in the sky is pouring down for three thousand miles!

Below, everyone who was originally in the midst of sad and bad news, when they saw this scene, they all gasped and were dumbfounded, and it was visible to the naked eye that a sword was slashed, and a thousand angry dragons swept across the world.

At this moment, Ye Kai and Gao Yanli both had solemn faces, and it was difficult to hide their shock.

The ninth heavenly thunder fell, no matter whether Xiao Qi survived or not, whether he lived or died, the clouds should dissipate, and the heavenly dao needed to be hidden again.

Therefore, if you cut the sky with a sword and destroy the thunderclouds, even if the Heavenly Dao is angry and a breath of heavenly power lingers, it will not rain the thunder again after all.

At this time, he had no time to pay attention to these, and ignored the eyes of fear and suspicion inside and outside the mountain gate, and slashed out with a sword, but he didn't even look at it, directly tore the void, stepped into extreme speed, and in the next second, the sword light fell, and the person had appeared on the periphery of the green mountain, on the shore of the lake.

Inside, the mountains and forests were burned, and a monstrous fire directly burned the entire mountain forest into a sea of fire, and the terrifying demon refining fairy fire burned endlessly on the land of this ancient mountain.

Broken sorrow's face was gloomy, a finger spell was played, the spiritual power in the body was running, the void was surging, and a long river of weak water was dark and dead, like a black and dead ribbon, coiling around him, his mind moved, and with a wave of his hand, the long river of weak water rushed out, like a purgatory black dragon, devouring everything, roaring and rushing into the green mountains.

Weak water!

For the nine heavenly galaxies, it can fall to the immortals and fall to the stars.

For the Yellow Spring of Hell, it can sink thousands of ghosts and fall demons forever.

Its yin to cold, extinguishing everything, can be described as the nemesis of the world's mighty yang fire!

Sure enough, the sorrowful spell summoned the weak water, just like the fire descending on the rain, this surging, burning mountain immortal refining fairy fire, after the cold weak water river entered, it suddenly dimmed, and then a large area of annihilation dispersed, only in a blink of an eye, the flames of the entire ancient mountain were extinguished.

The weak water disappears, and the smoke curls.

Looking at this scene full of devastation and annihilation, he couldn't help but feel a slight sinking in his heart, and he didn't dare to delay, so he went straight to the depths of the mountains and forests, the place where Xiao Qi fell.

A deep pit of twenty or thirty zhang wide, the mountain stone melts, the lava rolls, the grass turns to ash, there are wisps of blazing white fire, still self-staining, covering the soil and burning, one after another cracks spread in all directions, like scars, engraved on this ancient earth, shocking.

This is what Broken Sorrow saw, this place is the place where Xiao Qi fell, and it is also the place where he settled and took root.

But right now, there are no vine branches, no blades of grass, only this huge pit, lava billowing, and no life.

Xiao Qi is already ...... Ashes!

Broken sorrow eyes solemn, sitting cross-legged, between the sleeves, a four-string guqin as black as ink, appeared in front of the seat, the wind and smoke condensed, and the world was silent in an instant.

"Zheng!"

With a finger plucked, the piano sounds like a command, and the wind is blowing!

"Zheng!!"

If you play the silence again, the heavens and the earth will be sad, and all the ghosts will cry!

"Zheng !!"

The music is getting higher and higher, the sound of the piano is endless, there is the ghost spirit of Senluo, the boundless demon shrouds the mountains and forests, sweeping in all directions, the whole space is turned into a hell, there are murmuring and chanting, the sound of sad songs and tears resounds, echoing endlessly.

The sound of the piano came out like water, and every finger plucked with endless eerie ghost texts, surging in all directions.

Even in the villages and towns near Fangcun Mountain, dozens of miles away, you can hear the faint cry of the Shura ghost, as well as the sky, and the sound waves of the ghost text are waving and spreading.

PS: Surprise, the third head appeared?

Thank you for the support of the book friend "Forget", Lao Tie, you are so 6, Santa Claus will definitely patronize you!

(End of chapter)