Ye Chu, who flew over, his eyes sank, his waist twisted, and he slammed into the cultivator who was ranked last. Mu Jiuge's gaze flickered slightly, and almost at the same time as Ye Chu turned, his white fingers swept over the jade plate, and the light shield of the body protection outside this cultivator's body suddenly dissipated.

"Bang!" Even if Ye Chu knocked this cultivator away from afar, he still did not get rid of the fate of the inexplicable explosion, and turned into a handful of blood mist in mid-air, scattering it in the air. A little spiritual light flashed, but the last small piece of formation, but under the control of Mu Jiuge, it was tightly wrapped up by the spiritual light shield again, and a trace of blood light was not stained on it.

Only eighteen of the nodes of the nineteen formations lit up, and the Xuanao formation that had slowly formed was missing a corner, and the formation that emitted a misty red light began to become distorted and collapsed.

"Hehe......" a gloomy laugh rang out, "Together, let's die!" Ye Chu's heart was shocked, and at the moment when the Immortal Lord shouted hoarsely, he flew out, but as the Immortal Lord shattered the long knife in his hand, the collapsed formation suddenly condensed into a huge black hole diffused like blood-red light, and a powerful suction force erupted, and the entire space was distorted and rippled visible to the naked eye, wisps of blood-colored mist spread over like a spider web, tightly entangling Ye Chu, and in an instant, Ye Chu didn't even have time to scream, It was dragged into the blood-red black hole by this immortal lord.

Everything was done between the lightning and flint, and there was a dazzling red light in the main hall, and when Mu Jiuge and the others slowly regained their sight, the blood-red black hole, the so-called Shangxian Lord seemed to have never appeared, except for the hall that was almost everywhere in tatters and turned into a ruin, and then there was a change that there was one less lively Ye Chu, replaced by an Elder Mu lying on the ground and dying.

Mu Jiujian, who was the first to come back to his senses, didn't care about the weakness of his body, and stepped forward, without giving him a chance to speak, he smashed Elder Mu's body with one palm, and a sword intent poured out from his fingertips, shattering his soul.

Mu Jiuge looked at the place where Ye Chu disappeared in a daze, and after a while, Fang turned over his hand and took out a few pieces of jade, his fingers flipped, and he calculated.

However, Si Mingyang's whole person was light and a little trance-like, and he only felt as if he was in a dream. There is indeed an immortal behind the Yin Puppet Sect, when he found out this, Si Mingyang's heart was full of coldness, for the sake of the entire sect, just after he was even ready to die together, it was actually such an almost lossless ending?! A Divine Transformation cultivator who has not been in the field for a long time has almost single-handedly quelled what should have been a great battle with heavy losses?! Twisting his thighs fiercely, confirming that all this was true, Si Mingyang let out a long breath and threw it into Mu Jiuge's eyes, flashing with eager light.

One slashed Elder Mu to death, Mu Jiujian's face was full of fatigue, and with some heavy steps, he moved to an intact chair and rubbed his eyebrows vigorously. Seeing that the little junior sister closed her eyes and rubbed those pieces of jade again, and Si Mingyang's face was full of joy, Mu Jiujian only felt a surge of anger rushing to the top, snorted coldly, and said in a rough voice, "What is the plan of the Yin Puppet Sect this time, what is the plan of the master of the sect?!" "This time, there is no major damage to the sect, the unlucky ones are all their natural skills, he himself is seriously injured, it is okay to raise it, but the little apprentice doesn't know where he was got by that damn half-crippled formation, life and death are uncertain, if he can bear it like this, he is not a madman who shocks the sects.

Si Mingyang was thrilled by his gloomy tone. The revenge of being beaten on the door must be avenged, but if you want to start a big war between the two sects, you still have to think about it carefully, after all, the loss of the sect is not big, it is just a loss of face, the destruction of a large hall, and the loss of a cultivator who turns into a god, it is just a matter of casually picking up a few hall rudders of the Yin Puppet Sect, and they don't have the courage to resist, but this is obviously not what this angry Mu Jiujian wants.

And, seeing that Si Mingyang was silent for a long time, Mu Jiujian snorted unceremoniously and said coldly, "In the past few years of the Yin Puppet Sect, the small actions in private have been one after another, and you also know it, and now they have all hit our doorstep, what's the matter, you are the master of the sect, and you have to continue to wither, making people kick their noses in the face?!" Heh, and my little apprentice," he paused slightly, a hint of anger appeared in his eyes, "Not to mention that she solved the crisis of the sect with her own strength, even if she has no merit in the sect, as long as she is my disciple, and now she has an unknown whereabouts and uncertain life and death, I will definitely not let go of those troubles of the Yin Puppet Sect!" ”

"I understand Senior Brother's mood, this time, I will definitely have to pay the price of the Yin Puppet Sect, but ......" Si Mingyang sighed, his eyes flashed slightly, but he still stiffened his head, facing Mu Jiujian's sword-like gaze, and said, "Today's Immortal Cultivation Realm has been peaceful for a long time, and it is ...... to start a great war between the two sects" Speaking of this, a trace of embarrassment appeared on his face, "Please also ask Senior Brother to think about it for the whole sect, hundreds of thousands of disciples." ”

"Heh, the disciples of the whole sect are fate, but the lives of my apprentices are not fate?!" Mu Jiujian slapped the table suddenly, and said in a cold voice, "No injury, no blood, no few lives on your hands, what kind of sword cultivation is it?!" You can't be happy with enmity, look ahead and backward in your work, and cower, even if you have immortality, what's the point?! After that, seeing that Si Mingyang's face was ugly, he slowly calmed down and said slowly, "After all, junior brother, you just don't think it's worth it." After so many years of teaching, everything is worth it to measure, your temper is getting better and better, but, this cultivation can have half a point of growth?! Don't forget, we are sword cultivators, just killing a few demon beasts, and fighting at will, but we can't sharpen a sharp sword. If you don't have the heart to die at any time, how can you hold a sword in your hand, and call it sword cultivation! ”

Si Mingyang was slightly stunned by Mu Jiujian's words, indeed, in recent years, there have been a lot of talented disciples in the sect, but the disciples who can comprehend the sword intent are becoming more and more rare, and there are even fewer who can make a name for themselves externally. (To be continued.) )