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After the white deer spirit who turned into an old man appeared, Emperor Song and the others were faintly aware of it.

The old monster in front of him has refined all the five kinds of immortal qi, and it is the realm of the Heavenly Monarch of the Five Qi Dynasty.

placed in the demon clan, it can be called a little saint.

And what makes people's hearts even heavier is the seemingly inconspicuous crutch in the hand of this old deer.

Panlong crutches, before the great destruction in the past, the treasure of the Heavenly Court Divine Palace Shou Xingjun was not a weapon, and it did not enter the flow of immortal weapons, but the power was more than that of many immortal soldiers.

When this old deer was in the private world, he stole this treasure and walked with him, and was later brought back to heaven by Shou Xingjun.

Now that a great destruction has passed, the white deer spirit has escaped, and this dragon crutch has once again fallen into his hands.

Emperor Songhuang sighed, and when the strings fluctuated, the sword qi no longer attacked the temple spirit, but faintly pointed at the white deer.

"Don't worry about the things here, how many people can go. Zhang Buxu shook his head and sighed lightly.

The strength of the White Deer Spirit was enough to suppress everyone present except for the temple spirits by one person.

But the temple spirit is still complicit with him.

Now, even if the temple spirit doesn't make a move, the old god is going to complete the ritual of his heart, and the current situation is extremely bad for others.

Zhang Buxu stepped out in one step and first faced the white deer spirit.

It's not that he is willing to sacrifice himself for others, but among the people present, if Bailu Jing wants to pick a target, he must also pick him first, the only Xuan Immortal.

The others did not pose a threat at all to the White Deer Essence of the Five Qi Dynasty.

Sure enough, Bailu Jing smiled, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he grabbed Zhang Buxu.

His five fingers were opened, and the power of the five elements was running, as if a world was being created and suppressed towards Zhang Buxu.

In the midst of the demonic spirit, it was as if the Fantian Book passed down by Yuqing Yan and the mysterious changes of the Heavenly Book of Life and Creation were made.

Once upon a time, the birthday star of the Heavenly Court Divine Palace was also the personal descendant of the ancestor of the Yuqing Yuan Tianzun.

This white deer spirit is a peerless skill, most of which come from Shou Xingjun, and then combined with his own demon method, and finally derived and changed into the most suitable path for him.

Zhang Buxu's eyes were solemn, plucking the strings, the sound of the piano rippled, orderly and solid, turning into a black sword light, crisscrossing in the void, forming a dense and sharp sword net, intercepting the opponent's palm.

Then a red glow flashed on his body and he fled in the other direction.

The white deer spirit didn't look at the black sword net, and still grabbed it with his palm.

As his palm fell, a voice suddenly sounded.

It wasn't that the white deer spirit opened his mouth to speak, but as he made a move, a voice sounded.

The voice seemed to be sung together by the heavens and immortals, and in the cosmic void in the Dan Hall, there were runes lit up one by one, and then connected into bands of light.

As the light band shook, this side of the world sounded with a pleasant, mysterious and extraordinary fairy sound.

After the initial sound, the tone gradually became lower again.

It's not that the volume is lower, but it's becoming more mysterious, incomprehensible, and it's exactly the essence of the elephant's shape and the sound of the big sound.

As soon as this voice sounded, except for Zhang Buxu, the Songhuang Emperor of the Xuan Immortal Realm, everyone else present felt that their spirits seemed to be completely empty, and they fell into a state of dazed and unconscious.

Nothing to think, nothing to think, nothing to think, nothing to remember.

There was a blank space, as if the whole person had been assimilated by the sound of the Great Dao.

The image of Wuji in Yan Zhaoge's body appeared, and his soul thoughts were more relaxed, but he could still feel that his mind was being suppressed.

He remained silent, did not show a special color, and observed secretly, and saw that the clouds above his father's head had already appeared, and the clouds were constantly changing.

And except for Yan Di, who was in a slightly better condition like himself, Long Xuexi and He Mian both looked sluggish.

Emperor Yun Zheng's condition is also slightly better, but it is a state of alternating changes from sometimes sober to sometimes sluggish.

“...... Dao Lunyin!" Yan Zhao Ge let out a long breath of turbidity.

No leakage of true immortals.

Quiet Xuanxian.

Too Void Yuan Immortal.

The void, also known as the great void, is the Tao, the Tao is big and quiet, it is the foundation of the world, and it is beyond creation.

The five qi in the chest can truly touch the mystery of the avenue.

When practicing martial arts to this level, martial arts can already remove the previous word "martial arts" and call it cultivation.

The sound of the Great Dao Lun is the most obvious feature of the Yuan Immortal powerhouse when he fights with people, which is ethereal and unpredictable.

Lun sounded, even if there is no leakage of the true immortal level, the strong people who have already pushed open the immortal gate will be suppressed and assimilated, and tend to be ignorant and unconscious.

This is not a bad thing for martial artists, it is more convenient for them to understand the wonderful principles of martial arts, and they can get twice the result with half the effort, which is an unavoidable mystical state.

However, if you are in this state when you are fighting with others, it is no different from being slaughtered by others.

Emperor Songhuang Zhang Buxu was a Xuan Immortal, and he was not so suppressed by the Great Dao Lun Yin of the White Deer Spirit, but when Fang Lun sounded, his piano sound suddenly became undetectable.

The black lightsaber net was directly grabbed by the white deer spirit with his bare hands and torn hard.

Breaking through the black lightsaber net, the palm continued to go downward, grabbing towards Zhang Buxu.

Zhang Buxu flicked his ten fingers in succession, and the red, white, blue, and black sword light flew all over the sky.

The different sword lights are in combination with each other, three or three, constantly changing, staggered and flying, and together they perform a thrilling piano song.

The sound of the piano became high again, although it was subtle compared to the Dao Lun sound between the waves of the white deer spirit's hand, it was light but not scattered, and it was always melodious, and it was not covered by the other party and could not make a sound.

The white deer spirit appeared to make a move, and that round of glorious days began to gradually disappear into the dark void again.

Yan Zhaoge could feel it, and a cold gaze swept over him.

The resentment and killing intent contained in it were so strong that Yan Zhaoge almost suspected that the other party would not be able to help but interrupt the ritual and kill him first.

However, the temple spirit did not make a move in the end.

The white deer spirit glanced at the glorious sun that was about to disappear, and his eyes flashed, as if he had some idea.

But looking at Zhang Buxu in front of him, the old Bailu suddenly felt irritable in his heart.

made a move by himself, but he couldn't take down the other party in the first place, and his face was a little unbearable.

Just as he was about to give Zhang Buxu some good looks, Bai Lujing's two ears suddenly shook together.

He jerked his head up, his eyes scanning left and right.

As if sensing something, Bailu turned to glare at the glorious sun that was about to disappear, and shouted, "Who is that?"

"Enemies. Dandian Hall Spirit replied indifferently.

At this moment, Yan Zhao Ge could see through the Northern Netherworld clone located on the side of the guidance center that there were outsiders breaking into the Dan Hall again.

There was more than one person who entered, but the first one, as fast as lightning, almost instantly, passed through the void and entered the core area shrouded in shadows.

The intricate cosmic time and space in the Dan Hall were equivalent to nothing in his eyes.

And as he entered, the shadows that shrouded the core areas such as the Purple Immortal Pavilion and Danku disappeared and retreated.