"Young Master of the Lower Demon Sect, Xuan Mowu!" Zhu Wen said slowly, and there was no emotion in his indifferent eyes at the moment.

Nangong Song and Dance looked at the familiar figure in a daze.

The heart is already cold.

"I didn't expect you to hide so deeply. When the words fell, Mu Qingyi's eyes couldn't help but narrow slightly, and there was a strong murderous intent in his eyes.

"Ha, Mu Qingyi's ability is that I don't dare to be careless, the layout is too deep. Xuan Mowu said indifferently.

"Why, you have deceived us for so long?" Nangong Song and Dance couldn't help but ask.

The light in the beautiful eyes gradually dimmed.

Nangong Song and Dance couldn't help but show a wry smile, and took a few steps back in despair.

Why, the person I like is also the demon demon leader, just like my father.

"Your cultivation, ha, I have a file in my eyes, and the Demon Sealing Array has been used by Liu Yanran, but it is such a deep scheming. Mu Qingyi sighed sincerely.

"Since the beginning, my cultivation has been the realm of the Nine Heavens, but unfortunately it was sealed by the military advisor with a sealing array, and since the Broken River Pavilion, I have deliberately approached you. Xuan Mowu said slowly, not paying attention to Mu Qingyi, but quietly staring at Nangong Song and Dance.

It was as if it was all explained to her.

Nangong Yanying's face turned pale, and a cold sweat broke out behind him.

Immediately, the woman in black who had appeared in the Canglan River and the Wild Mountain Range flashed in her mind, Nangong Yanying's pupils couldn't help shrinking, and she exclaimed in disbelief, "The woman in black." ”

"She is the negative sword Baili Ling, Canglan Jiang and his party, her action is to move the two tigers away from the mountain, so that Emperor Shitian can attack Xiao Jiange. Xuan Mowu's eyes flickered, and he said in pain.

"I see, I see, no wonder your family is so deep, no wonder you are so reluctant to reveal its origin, Zhu Wen, Zhu Wen, you deceived me so badly. Nangong Yingying's face suddenly turned extremely pale, and he smiled abruptly, only feeling a sharp pain in his heart, as if he had lost something.

Mu Qingyi stared at Zhu Wen, "Do it!" With a cold snort, the figure of Shu Dao Punishment disappeared in place, only to see a surging sword shadow gathering above the sea of clouds in the sky, falling like a meteor.

Shu Dao's torture body turned into a streamer, his fingers were together, holding this majestic sword qi hostage, and his figure flickered towards Xuan Mowu.

At the same time, a surging illusory palm print appeared out of thin air behind Xuan Mowu, the palm print was huge, exuding an incomparably powerful aura.

This palm print is the ruthless palm of the Pure Heart Sect, and the Heavenless Ancestor made a powerful move.

A sword and a palm struck back and forth, and the terrifying power was surging, with a strong killing intent, wanting to kill Xuan Mowu.

In the face of the attacking sword qi palm print, he was not afraid, his red hair fluttered, and the dark blue hellfire swept out of his body, and his heart moved, and the divine sword nirvana in his hand shone brightly, swept out, and a sword qi fell to the ground like a waning moon in front of him, rippling in all directions.

A sword broke through the air, and the palm print and sword qi were taken down violently.

After one move, the void trembled, and I saw that pieces of space cracked, and terrifying illusory white sword marks tore and spread from the void.

The three figures intertwined into the void, flickering and flickering, and with each flicker, a piece of space exploded.

Xuan Mowu held the divine sword in his hand, and fought alone against the Heavenless Ancestor and the two Shu Dao Torturers.

Dao Dao sword qi bloomed and intertwined, and the wind and clouds changed color.

The majestic sword qi swept in all directions, like a new Dao Dao, and the figures flickered and intertwined, but in a few moments, the three figures were scattered and scattered.

Xuan Mowu actually fought alone with the power of the divine sword, Shu Dao Punishment and Wutian Ancestor.

The ruthless swordsmanship and chivalrous sword style were all blocked by Xuan Mo's several moves.

"Can you really leave?" Mu Qingyi's eyes were cold, and he was furious for the first time in his heart.

Liu Yanran's hand really angered Mu Qingyi, if he let Xuan Mowu fight the right way after the Sword Sect today, I am afraid that it will be lifeless.

"Boom" In just a few moments, the three of them had already exchanged no less than a hundred moves, and the terrifying sword qi was all over the void.

"You can't keep me. ”

As soon as the words fell, Xuan Mowu relied on the power of the divine sword to fight his way out of the encirclement, leaving only a long laugh.

Xuan Mowu walked away, leaving only Mu Qingyi and the others.

The expressions of the righteous people are extremely solemn.

"Alas, it's a bad move. Mu Qingyi sighed.

The green clothes were extremely silent at the moment, and his face was full of despair.

"Snort" At this moment, a ray of light rose from the center of Chenwufeng's eyebrows.

It was a ball of light, and there was a terrifying aura emanating from that ball of light.

Sage's breath.

When Mu Qingyi saw this light, a look of shock spread in his eyes.

His eyes trembled, and with a wave of his sleeve, he dragged the ball of light with him.

"Friend. Mu Qingyi looked at the silver-white figure and said movingly.

This light cluster turned out to be the divine sword luck, and everyone was suddenly stunned.

It turned out that when the sword was formed, when Chen Wufeng touched the divine sword, he ingested the divine sword qi that was forged into the sword.

"Ha, providence, this has taken a turn for the better. Mu Qingyi said in a trembling voice.

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Miao Xue Peak, also known as Wu Miao Peak, was a place where the heavens and the earth were thin in the past.

The peaks are winding, and the eyes are snow-white, and a layer of white snow is draped over it like that white veil.

The wind and snow were ethereal, and a mink figure slowly came, and the aura around him was as ethereal as this snowstorm, and his white hair fluttered like snow.

"Wu Miaofeng. Xiao Jiange looked at the mountain peak in front of him and muttered, and his body was swirling.

Although his cultivation was completely lost, Xiao Jiange reluctantly cultivated according to the Taoist canon given by Mu Qingyi, the Taoist canon has nine layers, and Xiao Jiange has practiced to one layer, which has brought a glimmer of hope to Xiao Jiange.

When Xiao Jiange cultivated this canon, Xiao Jiange suddenly realized that the exercises that Qing Xuanzi had practiced at the beginning were this canon.

It is rumored that the original three collections, from the Daomen, were created by the Taoist, and the Taoist passed away suddenly when the three collections were born.

After Xiao Jiange cultivated this canon, he was shocked to find that the horror of this canon is that people who have cultivated to a complete waste can also practice, and the Taoist canon repairs the meridians and acupoints for Xiao Jiange, although there is no sea of qi, but he can practice.

"Dao Master, Dao Dian, Qing Xuanzi, could it be?" Xiao Jiange thought secretly, and a terrible thought suddenly sprouted in his heart.

"It seems that everything is on Wu Miao Peak. Xiao Jiange looked at the mountain peak in front of him, and his eyes flickered.

Xiao Jiange did not hesitate to go up the mountain in order to seek the truth.

On the top of the mountain, the snow was white, and there was a figure sitting hovering, his expression was painful, and his breath was twilight, like a dying man.

It was an old man, dressed in a tattered white robe, with fluffy white hair, like a beggar, and the little finger of his right hand had been severed, and only nine of his ten fingers remained.

"Thou hast come at last. Seeing Xiao Jiange in mink fleece, the old man opened his cloudy eyes as if he was returning to the light and said loudly.

Xiao Jiange's body couldn't help but be shocked when he heard this, and his eyes were full of disbelief after seeing this person's appearance.

"Yes, it's you!" Xiao Jiange said in disbelief, he couldn't imagine that the person in front of him would appear in this Wumiao Peak.

The person in front of him was the old man who rescued himself from the fire in the Fantasy Mountain Pregnancy Spirit Secret Realm, and helped him create the Ice Phoenix Spirit!

"Ha, isn't it unexpected to meet again?" said the tattered white-robed old man weakly.

Xiao Jiange's eyes froze, and the old man in front of him no longer looked like the vigorous appearance in the Pregnant Spirit Secret Realm.

"I've been waiting for you here for a hundred years. The old man spoke slowly, and when he saw Xiao Jiange's arrival, a hint of relief seemed to flash in his eyes.

"Hundred, a hundred years?" Xiao Jiange suddenly said in surprise.

"Yes, I've been waiting here for a hundred years. The old man said slowly.

"For a hundred years, I have never left this place. The old man continued.

"Then the original pregnancy spirit secret realm," Xiao Jiange asked in surprise.

"That's just one of my clones. ”

"Now that the man has come, I can also hand this over to you, and let go of this burden completely. The old man said slowly, and as he spoke, he saw him raise his luck, stretched out his hand and slowly spread out his palm, only to see a blue light cluster in his palm slowly circulating.

In the light cluster, an incomparably terrifying power emanated.

Xiao Jiange couldn't help but feel palpitations, Xiao Jiange's eyes trembled, and he couldn't help but ask out loud: "Senior, this is?"

"Martial idiot luck!" the old man said slowly.

The words fell, and they exploded in Xiao Jiange's heart like thunder on the ground.

"A hundred years ago, the martial idiot soldiers dissolved the Dao, leaving this saint's luck alone, since then, Mu Qingyi began to lay out for the overall situation of the demons, and this saint's luck is the last hand of the whole game. ”

"The saint's luck, if you want to not disperse for a hundred years, the only way to suppress it is to suppress it, so the old man used his own cultivation to suppress his saint's luck, and lived in seclusion in this Wumiao Peak for a hundred years. ”

"Suppress luck with self-cultivation. Xiao Jiange's eyes trembled and he said out.

The old man in front of him actually sacrificed his cultivation and Shou Yuan to suppress the luck of this saint, Xiao Jiange also understood the situation of the old man in front of him, no wonder the old man was like a twilight year, as if he was dying.

If you can't refine your luck, after a long time, the old man is afraid that he will be supported to death by this luck and end up dying with an explosion.

"The luck of the saint is not something that anyone can bear, which is why Mu Qingyi is scheming and calculating the layout, and now that you have the inheritance of martial arts idiots and the luck of the sword, you should be the best candidate to inherit the luck of this saint. ”

The old man spoke slowly.

Xiao Jiange's eyes were awe-inspiring, and his heart was shocked, he knew what it meant to inherit luck.

One step into holiness!

"Since you entered the game, Mu Qingyi has long thought that Rubu has laid down all the back roads, if you still remember the Phoenix Nirvana?"

"Yes. Xiao Jiange said shockingly

"At the beginning, the Phantom Spirit Mountain that my clone entered was for this exercise, and the reason why the Dao Master was able to create three Taoist scriptures also relied on this nirvana secret. The old man spoke slowly.

"With this nirvana recipe, there is a Taoist canon. ”

"Now that the righteous path has suffered heavy sacrifices, and the demon sect has stained the Central Plains with blood, you are the last hope. The old man looked deeply at the mink figure in front of him and said.

Xiao Jiange was stunned, at this moment he woke up in an instant, and suddenly understood the meaning of Mu Qingyi's layout.

All of everyone's sacrifices are for the final eradication of the Demon Cult, isn't it?

"What are you hesitating about?" the old man smiled with relief, his eyes full of tears.

Looking at the mink figure in front of him, he was like a martial idiot back then.

The kindness of the past can only be repaid with this.