On the third day, the battlefield was full of blood, and the three mid-stage cultivators with Huang Le on their heads shined, although only one of them successfully challenged, it was enough to see that this group of old guys had consumed a huge amount.

The Scattered Immortal Alliance still did sparring to fill the number, but the two scattered cultivators who had no door and no faction rushed into the Thunder Sea, which was also unexpected by the immortals. Yang Xiao, Lu Xuanying, and Mei Lingzi also appeared on the battlefield several times because of the reason that they entered the later stage, and later, almost no one looked for them to make up for it.

Compared to the immortal gate, no matter how strong the scattered immortals had to give in, however, this show of weakness gradually turned into a crisis, three days of fighting, one by one the late Xuan immortals were knocked down from the sub-altar, when those scattered immortals threatened them with death, no one dared to gamble anymore.

Lei Haizhong has already entered eighteen major repairs, and the demons have not yet made a move. Langyu also did not challenge.

The nine people in the Seven Temples seemed to be a little anxious, and they opened their eyes one after another. This kind of big battle is normal, and so far they can't judge whether there are demons among the Xuan Immortals in these three palaces and four halls.

This is a good thing, but also a disappointing thing, and Wang Daoxuan's seizure by the demon clan is not the result they want to see after all.

"Are you sure that there are no demons among these late-stage sect masters?" asked Xuanyang Immortal Monarch.

The Immortal Monarch of the Extreme Heaven Hall looked left and right and said: "I'm afraid the breath of the demon clan is the most clear, and they are taking the house to restore their cultivation, and eight people in the seven halls are seriously injured, which is also the reason for the excessive consumption, and no one has taken the soul......"

"It's so best, I don't think the black devil dares to enter the big array, at this time, it must be a good opportunity for them to make a move, and pass on the edict to protect the palace guards and elders of the various immortal domains. Search the sects and scattered cultivators in this domain again, and report it immediately if there is anything abnormal. ”

"Hmm. The hands of the nine Immortal Monarchs lit up, and one after another rays of light rushed out of the Seven Holy Temples.

The purpose of the Holy Martial Assembly is to kill the black devil, and entering the Thunder Sea is just an introduction, once the news of the demon clan is discovered, these people are the combat power of the siege.

The human race is not afraid of the demon lord wreaking havoc, but Lang Yu misunderstood this.

On the night of the third day, a female cultivator of the Tianyin Sect opened the meat, and a soul-devouring demon sound blasted away the soul of a mid-stage Xuan Immortal, and the Tsing Yi Sect Master who was obsessed with the illusion fell before he could admit defeat.

If you cross the challenge, you have to pay the price of blood for the sake of fame.

The battle of the same level is not easy to fall, but just like Wang Hongtai, there are many cultivators who hide the last lore. If you want to pick up this bargain, you always have to risk your life.

Entering the fourth day, the competition for the Xuan Immortals in the middle stage gradually became the protagonist. The difference between the middle and late stages was only one level, and the top-level cultivators who had consumed three days did not dare to be careless.

Any law is balanced, and only those who understand the way of heaven and earth can predict the future outcome. The Holy Martial Conference is not just a conference of top-level cultivators, otherwise, how can these low-level Xuan Immortals still have the opportunity to enter the Thunder Sea.

is such a rule that cannot be challenged to the lower level, so that many later overhauls have to give up Lei Hai and resume cultivation. Otherwise, they will be challenged by the mid-stage cultivators, and they will also be in danger of falling.

At the beginning of the mid-term battle, some low-level sect masters also played, and they were not competing for the qualification to enter the Thunder Sea, or to compete for fame, or to brush up their sense of existence, or to make up for private transactions, but in short, challenging the overhaul was a rare opportunity for them.

The improvement of cultivation can only be realized the fastest in battle, which is an unchanging iron law in the two worlds of immortals and mortals. The challenge at the Shengwu Conference will not attract hatred, but can make favors, so why not do it?

It's just that once you overcome or are challenged by other major repairs, it backfires. In just the battle on the fourth day, the mid-stage and early-stage sect masters fell to three people. But seven of them entered the Thunder Sea again.

Langyu stood up. For the sake of the Ancient Scrolls, he couldn't wait for the demons any longer. Those low-level demon bodies are only the cultivation of the beginner-level Xuan Immortals, and they naturally don't like to go into the Thunder Sea to look for abuse, I'm afraid they will have to wait for the combat power of the cultivators to run out before making a move.

The three sect masters of Dao Xuanzong also got up, hugged their fists at Lang Yu and said, "What do you have to say from the Ancestor?"

"Don't worry about me, you're up to yourselves. ”

The three of them hesitated and said, "Yes." ”

After Lang Yu finished speaking, he turned his head to look at the three demon cultivators, and Liu Zonglin happened to be looking at him with a smile.

Lang Yu couldn't help but shrink his eyes, and took a secret breath, with a trace of contempt and a faint murderous aura in his eyes, Lang Yu was suddenly startled: Could it be that they are waiting for me!?

Kill yourself, probably those four demon lords can't be trapped, in this realm, who can still threaten them?! Lang Yu is not a demon, An knows the meaning of the demon, he can't imagine that he is struggling so incognito in the true immortal realm, but he is taken so seriously by the dark lord. It's hateful that these people have to besiege themselves when they are dying. It's time to wake up.

Having lost the Sky Wolf Sword, with the power of one person alone, Lang Yu was not sure to seal this demon again.

The combat power of the demon race cannot be judged by ordinary cultivators. I hope that the Terrans can know the threat of the black devils, and if they can trap the demon lord, they can concentrate on getting the ancient scrolls.

Raising his eyes and looking at the battle between the two sect masters in the air, Lang Yu's plan had been decided: slaying demons and sealing demons was no longer something he could do alone, unless there were more Demon Sealing Towers and Sky Wolf Blades. Then what he has to do is to seize the treasure of the Heavenly Palace, this catastrophe in the Daochen Realm, can only be stable in his own hands, and the human race is still usable and not credible.

"Roar!" a lion-headed wolf-body beast in the void roared angrily, and the golden retriever suddenly opened. In front of the strange beast, the space exploded with a black electric pattern, and the three immortal lights of the old man in the green robe who were wrapped in it were shattered and resurrected, and he hugged his fist helplessly and said: "Dao friend is slow, the old man has lost." ”

"Get out!" The Xuanyang Sect Sect Master on the opposite side shouted angrily with a burst of sword light. The old man in the green robe seemed to be very blind, consuming a large amount of his Xuan Qi and Divine Sense, and being the sect master of an Immortal Monarch Sect was enraged.

The old man in the green robe took a hard breath and fell.

Lang Yu stood up: "This immortal has also come to comprehend the heaven-swallowing roar of Daoyou." ”

A black shadow flew up from the south gate, and the sect master of Xuanyang Sect changed his face on one side, and he was stupid.

A reincarnated true immortal with a red light on his head. The old guy's figure floated backwards, and a pair of shiny old eyes shrank and shrunk, and he looked at the Seven Temples under his feet. Still arched his hand helplessly: "I've seen Lord Xianjun." ”

"You're welcome, the Holy Martial Arts Conference will win qualifications based on combat strength, and Daoist friends don't have to be polite, just sign up. As he spoke, Lang Yu turned his hand and took out the Heaven-Shaking Bow and mounted the Heaven-Shooting Arrow.

This is a real bow, a real arrow, and the best immortal weapon.

The sect master of the Xuanyang Sect was planning to take a look at it just now, after all, the immortal body on the opposite side was not a true immortal, and he had just entered the Xuanxian Sect. However, the name of this golden bow does not seem to be something he can touch.

The old guy's eyes flickered twice, and he clenched his fists and retreated: "Junior Xuanyang Sect Zhao Ce, how can he be the opponent of Lord Xianjun, I ...... Throw in the towel. ”

Winning without a fight, a boo sounded softly under the seven gates.

Is there anything strange about this?

Even the Xuanyang Immortal Monarch in the Seven Temples was not surprised, an immortal body could naturally easily leapfrog the challenge, not to mention that it was only a layer of difference. If Wang Daoxuan killed Zhao Ce with an arrow on a whim, there would be no reason.

"This ......" Lang Yu lowered his nose with his bow closed, slightly embarrassed. It seems that he can only challenge himself and find those old immortal Red Light Sect Masters.

He looked down at Liu Zonglin under the Tianding Gate, and the old ghost with a pale face was also sneering at him, but the three of them had no intention of challenging.

Lang Yu's gaze turned to the Extreme Heaven Palace, staring at an old man in an earthy yellow robe with his head bowed and his eyebrows lowered, and said, "If this immortal remembers correctly, Daoyou should be Yuan Daoyou of Yuanhuang Sect, please give me advice." ”

The old man trembled, and was just about to get up helplessly, when suddenly a person flew up in the north, with a golden robe and a golden hairpin, a green beard and a white face, and a white beard that could be held in one palm. The bright sword in his hand rushed up, and the indifferent voice came from behind: "The magic weapon of the Immortal Monarch, this Immortal has to learn a thing or two." ”

The cultivators of the seven sects were nearly a thousand miles apart, and they couldn't help but look up at the same time.

It turned out to be an early stage cultivator who didn't know whether he was alive or dead, some people pouted, some people sneered, only the Yuan Sect Master of the Yuanhuang Sect took a breath and sat down.

Yang Xiao's old eyes under the Shenwu Sect shrank deeply, but what he was looking at was this immortal body Hua Fei, he had a few faces, but why did he become a little familiar after accepting the inheritance?

"Hmph. Lang Yu sneered and slowly turned his head.

"You've finally made a move. ”

A faint demonic aura came from the long sword on the opposite side, but this sword was still a three-foot Qingfeng at this time.

"What?, go up to a newly advanced Xuan Immortal?!"

"Is Chuyun Palace actually afraid of him?"

"Hmph, why should an immortal be greeted by someone. ”

......

All the cultivators have died in order to enter the Thunder Sea, but they want to give up a place to the Immortal Monarch, although no one dares to object and question, that kind of whispered resentment is still not unhappy. The voices of several Immortal Monarch sects swished coldly into everyone's ears.

It's just that Lang Yu in the sky and that demon cultivator didn't hear anything, and they looked at each other for three or five breaths without speaking.

Since the demon lord's clone dares to come up, there must be a reason, is there really a certainty of killing or seriously injuring himself? Or is it that the human race wants to join forces with the demon race to seize the treasure of the boundary and break through the Daochen realm?

The black devil can come up to challenge it in a grand manner, and Lang Yu's heart can't help but think of a worse result. Then trapped in the big array, I am afraid that there is no way out, but I got into their pockets.

Then slay the demons, rush into the sea of thunder, and see how they stand in their way.

Lang Yu looked up at the teleportation array above his head, he didn't need any lightning protection charms, and there was also a thunder tribulation and oath protection, could this big array still seal him?!

Lang Yu looked around at the fourteen Golden Immortal Palace Guards with his divine sense, smiled coldly, and raised the Heaven-Shaking Bow.

"Since you want to learn this bow, this immortal is not welcome. ”