Ziyun Pavilion and the people of Light Dream Hongchen suddenly made a move, and they solved Su Yang's crisis in an instant.

"It's not fully recovered!

The white-haired old man holding the wooden box had a painful look on his face for a while, and a sinister smile for a while.

The wooden box is fading!

"Slash!"

Su Yang held a huge dragon body on his head, holding a light sword several zhang long, and slashed angrily towards the white-haired old man.

Then.

The Sect Master of the Canglan Sword Sect suddenly swung his sword! The sword light pointed out, and a row of ancient trees stood on the ground.

That's a sword qi anomaly, and it's also a killing move!

Everyone was terrified! Do you want to take advantage of the danger of others at this time?

The answer was no, the row of ancient trees rushed towards the white-haired old man and the box in his hand.

In the Purple Cloud Pavilion, a white-haired old man swept his eyes at everyone and said loudly: "Everyone, are we seniors just watching the two juniors do such a thing to 'humiliate' our seniors?"

Ziyun Pavilion, there are four people in this game, Ziyundong Ziyunshu, and two white-haired old men.

In front of them.

An exquisite purple pagoda, about a foot high, with a total of nine floors, floats in the air, emitting dazzling purple light!

The words of the white-haired old man in Ziyun Pavilion dispelled some people's doubts about their sudden move, and also made some "seniors" ashamed.

Although here, cultivation is suppressed, but if it is used as an excuse for inaction, it is too reluctant.

"Hmph!" the old man of the Xiao family snorted coldly.

A green jade flute rushed up with a brilliant divine light, and it was jointly urged by the five members of the Xiao family.

In their direction, the cyan divine light was enough to cover most of the stone platform, and the sound was like thunder, and one by one the notes turned into solid shapes, and they pressed forward!

Except for the white-haired old man who was holding the wooden box, the rest of the corpses were temporarily knocked away by the Exquisite Purple Gold Pagoda and the Immortal Weapon Drifting Snow!

This Su Yang eliminated some worries! He slashed head-on towards the old man who was holding the wooden box!

The Sect Master of the Canglan Sword Sect waved the sword, and a row of ancient trees seemed to lead to the sky!

Two shocking lights, with infinite killing and destructive power, like heavenly punishment from the heavens, hooked the avenue of heaven and earth, and slashed towards the white-haired old man.

"Ahh

The moment it was covered by the sword light, people saw the violent fluctuations in the white-haired old man's pupils, as if he was about to come back to life.

Bang!

Suddenly, one note after another pressed down towards the land of destruction, like a song of nine shadows, hooking and shattering people's spirits.

"Did it work?"

It was like a land of destruction, the ancient trees were crumbling, and not a single branch was supreme sword qi.

The golden divine light flickered, and it seemed that there were several divine dragons fighting.

There were bursts of Dao sounds from inside, like the wrath of the heavens.

Not only this stone platform, but the whole world is shaking.

The people on the stone platform had no choice but to build a wall of law to resist this storm.

Suddenly, the corpses that were swept away by the ancestral weapon seemed to be transforming into a Dao, and wisps of life essence emerged from their bodies, and at the same time, their flesh and blood were drying up!

"Stop them!"

Rumble!

A monk from the western frontier, the top of his head is glorious, the Buddha's light is soaring, the sacred, a seven-story floating slaughter pagoda appeared above his head.

It is about a meter high, as if it was made of rock, and each of the seven stupas has a relic. It seems to be able to suppress all things in the heavens, and it is left by a bodhisattva.

Its power is terrifying, and there are few holy soldiers that can compare with it, and it is one of the few supreme holy relics in Buddhism.

"Amitabha. ”

This old monk recited the Buddha's name, with a look of great compassion, he raised his hand lightly, and the Futu Divine Pagoda glowed with endless divine light, suppressing the seven corpses below.

In the other direction, everyone is no longer hiding from the crowd, and everyone realizes that if they can't stop it, they may be in great trouble.

"Boom la la ......"

A map of mountains and rivers is displayed, and the light and mist flow inside, like a mysterious fantasy land, which makes people sink into eternal life and illusion.

This is the ancestral weapon of the Phantom Mansion - the mountain and river map!

The three old men jointly urged this divine object, and with a flicker of light, they suppressed down towards the five corpses.

The picture scroll spreads out, and a real world emerges, attracting people's minds and bodies to smelt the five corpses in this world!

The five corpses rose from the ground, pulled by a tremendous force, and were about to disappear into the scroll at any moment.

Some of the most famous relics in the field appeared one after another.

In one direction, the two old men also seemed to be infected and urged

"In that case, go over there!"

"It's an ancestral artifact again!!" one shouted.

A white moon appeared in the palm of the old man's hand.

As soon as the bright moon came out, the sky seemed to darken, and people seemed to hear the sound of the tide.

The moon rises in the sea.

"Ancestral Weapon, Night Moon!"

The night moon, a bright moon in the night sky, is the ancestral weapon of the Night Rain Villa!

The dark night in the northwest is enough to explain the weight of this ancestral artifact.

"The night sky in the northwest will be completely shrouded in this night moon, and anyone and everything that tries to disobey will be destroyed in the moonlight......"

The two old men, together with the three middle-aged people, worked together to sacrifice this round of "Night Moon".

The "Night Moon" was white and dustless, and around it, the vision was still alive, and the sky was darkened, and it seemed to rise from the sea, clear as water, overflowing the heavens and the earth.

A ray of white moonlight descended from the night sky and swept the two corpses into the ground.

Suddenly, the part that was wiped by the moonlight

At this point, the heirloom ancestral artifacts of the Seven Immortal Holy Lands of Nanling appeared one after another, and many people looked towards the Taixuan Holy Lord and an old man next to him.

"Where's Yuan Ding?"

Suddenly, the Taixuan Holy Lord looked towards the stone platform.

Some people are looking at it too!

"Huh?"

"When's the thing!?"

Many people don't know when it was, but above the stone platform, there was the mark of the ancestral weapon.

And now, the wall of the quaint big tripod has an extremely powerful aura. It is no longer a wisp of imprint, but a real thing, Taixuan Yuanding!

This three-legged and two-eared round tripod has a width of about several zhang, and the mouth of the tripod is spitting out Shenxia.

The Taixuan Holy Lord has a treasure seal in his hand.

Suddenly, the Yuan Ding, which was several zhang wide at the mouth, was suppressed towards the world destroyed by the sword light!

Dingkou spat out this chaotic qi, and a wisp of maternal qi fell as if it could crush a sacred mountain!

"From the moment we stepped on the stone platform, we have already sacrificed ......" Bai Yi Xiucai chuckled, and didn't seem to take it to heart.

He joined forces with the tyrant Xiong next to him to sacrifice a bag, and there was a yin and yang gossip diagram at the bottom of the bag, which was very similar to the legendary Qiankun bag.

They were going to confront a corpse, intending to suck him into a bag.

Several kings of the demon clan nodded secretly, and they no longer hid. I also plan to take away the saint-level corpses that have undergone mutation now!

The red-haired Red Dragon King, his abdomen rushed out of a temple, his blood was dark and murderous, and his power was no less than those few heirloom ancestral weapons!

"Demon Emperor Palace!!

"These demon kings are really prepared!"

A palace, rapidly enlarged, has an indescribable momentum, around it, as if there are endless palaces, five steps and one ge, ten steps and one floor.

Hanging high in the nine heavens, a wisp of earth-breaking air falls.

"A few demon kings are really prepared. A Terran old groomer sighed

(End of chapter)