In the northern urban area of Yuexia Jian, on the roof of the top floor of a fairly intact shop, a 30-year-old red-clothed nun with a dignified appearance sat cross-legged on the spot with her eyes closed. The pen & fun & pavilion www.biquge.info centered on her, and there were three monks in Tsing Yi who surrounded her in the middle from a distance of four or five zhang, and these three monks each pressed a long sword in their hands and stood silent. However, the momentum they exude makes the space on the top floor of the shop dim and unclear, and it seems to be real and illusory. From a distance, it seems that this place has jumped out of the world, becoming a cave in the sky, and the strange visual sense of incompatibility makes people unable to see it really.

In the cultivation realm, what can happen to this strange situation is nothing more than the reason why the immortals let go of their own mental world, that is, the immortal cave blessed land, the small world in the body, which is envied by mortals and ordinary monks. It can be seen that the three men and one woman of the Sword Sect monks here are all immortal figures.

The noisy sounds and chaotic scenes of the outside world have no impact on this place, and they should be in their own position and under their feet, which is no longer a leap into the gorge, but in their own mental world.

At a certain moment, the female cultivator sitting cross-legged opened her eyes, she frowned, and muttered helplessly: "I disrupted the arrangement in the sect, I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse." ”

Before she could finish speaking, she turned her hand, and a black hill the size of a palm appeared in her hand. Then, she held the black hill in one hand, and played several tricks in a row towards the hill with the other. Throwing the hill in her hand into the air, she herself also stood up, and a messy seal flew in her hand, and beams of cyan light shot out between her waves and fingers.

The three Tsing Yi monks around looked at the hill thrown in the air at the same time, and their hands began to pinch the trick in tacit understanding, and for a while, the cyan brilliance in the air became more dense and chaotic.

The black hill spun in the air, and as the four people below kept playing the Dao Dao technique, its volume became larger and larger. Until the black hill rose to the size of ten zhang, the three men and one woman below stopped the magic trick in their hands and threw themselves into the black hill one by one.

After three breaths, the ten-zhang hill shook slightly, and then accompanied by the sound of "boom", the volume rapidly increased, until it rose to more than 1,000 zhang before it could be stopped, and its sharp peak had touched the meta-magnetic layer above the Yuexia Stream, and the meta-magnetic aurora shook for a while.

"There is a beginning and no phase, ten thousand swords return to the sect", a crisp female voice came out from the black mountain of more than a thousand zhang, and she didn't see her person, only heard her voice. The sound is erratic, but it is extremely penetrating, filling every corner of the Yuexia Gorge, suppressing all strange sounds.

"Boom....." A sword sound responded, this was more like a signal, and then the sound of Xiao Kill's sword was heard everywhere in the Yuexia Stream, one after another, and it was connected in the sky above the Yuexia Stream. The earth began to tremble with it, and the air was filled with layers of tangible wrinkles.

A Sword Sect monk broke away from the fierce battle group, he looked up at the black mountain peaks in Dongcheng District, clenched the long sword in his hand with both hands, and burst out in his mouth: "Human and sword unity."

A sword light rose into the air and shot towards the black mountain peak in Dongcheng District, this sword light just rose from the ground, and another sword light followed. At this moment, such scenes can be seen everywhere in the Yuexia Stream, and only the monks of the Sword Sect are all separated from the battle group by sword unity.

Nearly a thousand sword lights drew thin lines in the sky above the Yuexia Stream, like meteors, all approaching the black mountain peak in four or five breaths, and when they were a hundred zhang away from the black mountain peak, the sword light dispersed, and a monk of the Sword Sect fell out. Ignoring their swords, the monks flew straight down on the black peak, and the sword that remained in place circled around the black peak like an embroidery needle.

Whether it was the sudden appearance of this black mountain in Dongcheng District, or the collective strange behavior of the monks of the Sword Sect, this made the Yuexiajian monks feel a trace of unusualness.

Maybe it was because the monks of the Sword Sect left en masse, or maybe the monks present were disturbed by this incident, and the melee of the entire Yuexia Stream came to a standstill, and they all looked at the black mountain peak surrounded by a thousand swords with a surprised face.

"Escape, this is the sword tomb of the Sword Sect...."

I don't know which monk shouted, like a drop of water falling into a pot of oil, the monk of the gorge stream fled like a splash of oil stars, and some monks who did not know what to do were also infected by the atmosphere of panic, and they also ran around.

"This is not the sword tomb of the Sword Sect, this is a spiritual treasure refined by imitating the sword tomb, and it has been refined into a natal magic weapon by the monk, and it has ascended to the immortal together with it, and the spirit of the instrument is born, and it has become the level of the immortal weapon immortal treasure." A message appeared in the mind of Zhao Yunfan, who was speeding on the ground, and he was trying his best to stay away from the 10,000 people in Nancheng District at the moment to avoid being implicated.

"Immortal Immortal Treasure?" Hearing this, Zhao Yunfan's footsteps paused slightly, and he asked suspiciously: "What is the function of this Sword Tomb Immortal Treasure?" ”

"It's useless, it's just that the protection ability is strong, only the Sword Sect is putting on this defensive posture now, there must be something unusual happening below, you must be careful." Yun Huanhuan thought for a while, and then summoned Zhao Yunfan in an uncertain tone.

As soon as he stepped on the ruined sculpture in front of the shop, Zhao Yunfan rushed into the air, looked around, and found that the many monks who jumped over the gorge were basically divided into two groups under this accident. A wave of entrances to the other underground worlds in the southern part of the city, where the scuffle resumed, more brutal than before. The other group of monks were "stable", and one by one they fled into the rift, trying to take advantage of the geographical advantage to avoid the impending changes below.

Zhao Yunfan groaned slightly, feeling that these two sides were not safe, looked up at Xicheng District, and saw that the Treasure Pavilion was still safe and sound, his eyes flashed, and he fled to the Treasure Pavilion in Xicheng District.

He felt that he should still have some use value for Faceless, since the Treasure Pavilion was still there, then Qixiao should also be there. If there was a monk in the gorge who could protect the two of them and keep them safe, it would be the only one. Although Qi Xiaoxiu fell to the Casting Body Realm and was still a clone, an immortal is an immortal after all.

However, Zhao Yunfan had only jumped over the Great Rift Valley for more than a hundred feet, and suddenly felt something in his heart, and suddenly looked back. At this moment, everything was as before, and in the next moment, a fiery red flat "Heavenly Pillar" had flashed into his field of vision.

This fiery red "pillar of the heavens" is a big thriller, and its flat column is also a few miles thick and two or three hundred miles wide, occupying a small half of the space of the Yuexia Stream. One end sticks out of the meta-magnetosphere, and the other ends plunges into the bottomless rift, its length is immeasurable.

Before the vision had time to transmit the information to the brain, the air waves that swept the heavens and the earth had already spread to all sides, and the rift valley was inserted into the rift valley because of the topography and because the "pillar of the sky" was inserted into the rift, so the rift took the lead in "cutting" a storm "light curtain" that rushed to the sky.

At the same time, the scorching air waves on the ground bulldozed all the buildings in the gorge, and the ruins rolled and raged like a storm. Zhao Yunfan's pupils shrank, and his body immediately blurred.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths..... seven breaths, Zhao Yunfan floated and fell in the storm, and his body was like a transparent image stirring endlessly.

As soon as the tenth breath arrived, Zhao Yunfan's body quickly condensed, and he raised his leg to lift an oncoming stone, Zhao Yunfan used his strength to retreat, wanting to be consistent with the direction of the storm, so as to slow down the impact damage.

But this didn't make much difference, his body was pulled out of the water lines, if it weren't for the water spirit inheritance vein still constantly transporting water spirit qi to repair his body, if it was an ordinary mortal body, he would have been blown away by the raging qi waves.

The water pattern sword swung and broke through a boulder, Zhao Yunfan passed through it, and the next moment, a palm-sized stone shot from the right side, hitting his wrist, and the entire right hand collapsed and disappeared, and the water pattern sword came out of his hand.

Zhao Yunfan turned around and flipped over, his left hand slid out of the Lan Ling Lock, wrapped around the hilt of the Water Pattern Sword, and then turned to pull the Lan Ling Lock, and the Imperial Water Pattern Sword stirred wildly in front of him, swinging away all the fine stones.

At the same time, while protecting his front, he rushed high into the air under pressure, and he could already see that the air wave storm was suppressed on the ground by a force, so it was only powerful on the ground, but the storm above was much weaker, and it was not mixed with anything else.

A broken two-story small building collided, and Zhao Yunfan pressed out his right hand, which had only been condensed a little.

"Daofa Ice Forest"

A type of Dao method was used, and within a distance of ten zhang in front of him, all objects were frozen into ice sculptures, and Zhao Yunfan slapped forward with a palm, and the vitality erupted, and the ice sculptures turned into debris in the sky.

Taking advantage of this gap, the vitality in Zhao Yunfan's body was like a turbulent river, and the whole person turned into a white light that shot out of the ground storm layer, and his body reached a height of four or five hundred zhang. It wasn't until this moment that he realized that there was a top-down air current, and then he thought of the strangeness of the appearance of the fiery red strange pillar, and he already knew it in his heart.

After a while, Zhao Yunfan exhaled heavily, he was glad that he had the natural ability to void liquid in the body of the water spirit, and he was able to fight for a buffer time of ten breaths, otherwise the first wave of qi wave storm would have been enough to tear him to pieces.

Before the storm passed, Zhao Yunfan's body was fluttering in the air like a dandelion, he tried his best to stabilize his body, vigilantly looked around, and found that there were not a few monks who escaped like him, at least now there are three or four hundred monks in the sky, and there are constantly monks shooting out from the storm raging on the ground.

Calm down, Zhao Yunfan looked at Beicheng District again, the thousands of black peaks were stable, and the dense flying swords flying around his body crushed everything that came to him, whether it was ruins, broken stones, or monks who wanted to find a place to live.

"Look at the top, the meta-magnetosphere is broken, let's go!" A message came from his mind, Zhao Yunfan retracted his gaze to look at the sky, and the Yuan Magnetosphere was cut by a "flat cylinder" two or three hundred miles wide. Moreover, the meta-magnetosphere is rolled down to both sides, like a piece of animal skin being pierced and rolled up, forming a blank space of the meta-magnetosphere at the edge of the "flat cylinder".

Retreating into the meta-magnetosphere on both sides, the magneto-light is still extinguished, but there are more clear spring liquids and hot magma suspended and mixed in it, which are the remnants of the underground fire veins and earth springs. However, at this moment, the meta-magnetosphere is surging inward like a seaside wave, bridging at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Zhao Yunfan once again tried his best to control the vitality in his body, unreservedly hooking up the vitality that was free between heaven and earth, stepping on the spot, a circle of Liang Qi swung out of the air, and the whole person flew out like a cannonball.

With a "whew", transparent and colorless flames poured out of the body, and a long flame tail was pulled out in the air during high-speed flight.

When he was in Nancheng District, more than 10,000 monks fought for a gap to survive, Zhao Yunfan didn't dare to bet, now there are only a few hundred people, he is not afraid of fighting, even if the monks who survive now, they can't find a cultivator below the four heavens of stepping on the sky.

Zhao Yunfan had a water-patterned sword in one hand and a Lanling lock in the other, and in just over ten breaths, he was close to the flat "Pillar of Heaven", and the scorching high temperature hit his face, Zhao Yunfan found that this flat "Pillar of Heaven" was more like the sword body of a sword, just magnified countless times, and for some reason, it became the current red state.

Approaching the seventy zhang of the giant sword, the scorching heat was even worse, and Zhao Yunfan's body had already begun to boil, evaporating a large amount of white water vapor outward. He knew that this was already the limit, so he didn't seek to get closer, and his body changed and flew up along the giant sword.

Like a funnel, the white space of the meta-magnetosphere is the bottom of the funnel, and the monks who had been safe and sound in the previous period met in the last hundred zhang distance.

Zhao Yunfan was not the first to discover the anomaly of the Yuan Magnetosphere, nor was he the first to rush here, so when he approached the place where the Yuan Magnetosphere was left blank for two hundred zhang, there were already monks in front of him who were fighting because they were too close.

Most of them are separated at the touch of a button, on the one hand, because they have no intention of fighting, and because the difference in cultivation is not too big, most of them are within the scope of the "combined realm", so no monk wastes time on meaningless fighting with monks of the same level. Even if there were a few "departing" monks, they had already passed through the Yuan Magnetosphere and escaped from Ascension to Heaven with the advantage of their own cultivation.

Zhao Yunfan's eyes flashed fiercely, and the speed of the flying sky did not decrease but increased, and he plunged into the range of a hundred zhang from the Yuan Magnetic Layer

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