The Ox Horn Ghost King raised his body, like a mountain, and on the cliff and rock, the aura of "Howling Clouds" suddenly appeared.

Netherworld!

In fact, unless it is the immortal who is strong enough to suppress this ghost king, as soon as the netherworld aura blooms, there will inevitably be chaos in "time and space......

Such a scene, in a sense, is like a mirage in the world, and all kinds of explanations and remarks cannot touch the root after all.

And in the ghostly aura, it is the thin old woman, Xie Lingyun and the Japanese Sword Saint, in the naked eye, it is no longer visible, in the field of vision, it is just a "smoke cloud" shuttle, the horned person, it is as if he disappeared out of thin air.

In the eyes of those hidden cultivators who fell on the cliff rock, they were even more "in the clouds", and in their sight, what they saw was only a shocking still picture.

In the clouds and mist, the long bridge is crossed, the mountains stretch, the horns are looming, and the immortal who is "melted" by the ancient bell spirit figure is also vaguely visible, but there is no sign of battle, even if it is a sound, it is also isolated.

Only a looming scene appeared out of thin air, seemingly static, but it seemed to be slowly changing, false and real, true and false, terrifying, unbelievable.

The coercion of the breath is incomparably grand and amazing, the thin old woman's face is becoming more and more dignified, but it is just a few breaths, it is already unbearable, and the body shows off, flies away from the cliff stone, and falls in front of Lu Wanqiu, the withered yellow complexion, I don't know when, is already dead gray, the palm like a chicken claw is clutched, trembling slightly, unable to help herself.

Xie Lingyun raised his head, gritted his teeth, his body did not move, and his eyes were uncertain.

On that day, the Sword Saint of the Kingdom was holding the Eight Miscellaneous Snake Magic Weapon, although his heart trembled, relatively speaking, he was relatively calm.

If you can't understand it, it's really terrifying!

Rao is a land immortal realm, but they are all at the peak, facing this strange scene above their heads, the horror in the hearts of these two people is no better than those hidden cultivators on the cliff rock.

Where was this horned man hiding before?!

What is the relationship with this Xu Qingqiong, why did this person make a move, and still dared to make a move on Master Xie, who existed like a god in the hidden door, but such a strange scene appeared, why is this?

Cultivating together, I only heard that the magic weapon divine weapon is amazingly powerful, but I never knew that there are such "cattle people" in the way of cultivation in this world!

Naturally, whether it was Xie Lingyun or the Japanese Sword Saint, their curiosity was on the Oxhorn Ghost King, they couldn't figure out the origin of the Horned Ghost King, and they couldn't perceive the breath that this person bloomed from.

Whether it is a soldier, a Confucian, or even a larger range of cultural aura, or the aura blooming from the cultivators of the Dan Dao Weapon Realm, they have all experienced it, but they never imagined that one day, there would be such a terrifying sense of "blankness".

Xu Qingqiong must have a great opportunity!

Xie Lingyun had already turned his head sideways, his eyes fell on the young man, and the Sword Saint of the Kingdom was also a step back, shocked and suspicious, and looked at Xu Qingqiong.

At this time, they may not admit or believe that this son can pose a threat to themselves, but they know one thing, this horned person, no matter where he comes from, can evolve such a strange scene after making a move, and the realm of strength must have exceeded his imagination.

The boy raised his eyes.

Ignoring the two men's gazes.

What he cares about is just to consume as little true yuan breath as possible, and under this premise, solve the Sword Saint of the Kingdom of the Day, take down the Eight Miscellaneous Great Snake Magic Weapon, and now there is more Immortal Molting Sac in the target.

As for whether the Oxhorn Ghost King can defeat this Ancient Zhong Divine Soul, he didn't have much hope, and he could resist, but this place is a secret realm in the world after all, and the Oxhorn Ghost King is not a figure like Judge Cui or Zhong Kui Heavenly Master, so he will inevitably fall into the realm, and in the face of the foundation building monk, there is not much chance.

What he values more is the old sword bar sealed by the teacher's soul, but there is also a certain price to pay here, the immortal power sealed by the teacher's soul can be regarded as a kind of energy that is irreversible, the more times the sword is released, it will only lead to this old sword bar becoming a real scrap iron, and it is no longer a real divine weapon.

The battle situation was still ongoing, and the others couldn't see the clues, but he Xu Qingqiong was a hole.

In the "immortal mirage", the ancient bell spirit is already out of the immortal law, thousands of swords fly together, under the sword qi vertically and horizontally, each sword falls, and in the eyes of the people in the hidden door outside, such a strange scene seems to appear to change slowly.

And in Xu Yun's eyes, the Horned Ghost King's strong arms and body already have a lot of sword marks, and there is even no shortage of swords that penetrate the body, every time a sword mark appears, the Horned Ghost King's body will escape the netherworld aura, and his body will shrink a little shorter.

Foundation building monks, after all, is not trivial.

In the case of the Ox Horn Ghost King, it is not easy to block such a thousand swords flying together to build the base swordsmanship.

A thousand swords!

Eight hundred!

Seven hundred!

The sword light is shining, tearing, not to mention this immortal mirage, the sword is pointing at the life of the Oxhorn Ghost King, and even tearing time and space, escaping from this netherworld aura.

Thundered!

The immortal mirage began to decline, and the sound of sword qi whistling and cracking began to emerge from the "cloud gap", falling on this huge cliff and falling in the ears of all the hidden sect cultivators.

It's just seven or eight breaths, a figure fell directly, covered with bruises, the quiet breath continued to escape, and the injury was serious, and when the large smoke clouds above the cloud dispersed, the immortal metamorphosis true body had fallen in a dashing manner, slowing down to the cliff rock.

The crowd burst into cheers, jubilant and enthusiastic, and the celebrators waved their fists to vent their emotions.

Xie Lingyun and the thin old woman were secretly relieved, and in the face of this immortal's true body, they were even more in awe and fascinated.

Although there is this person's blood flowing in his body, after all, half of them are even mothers and mortals, and in a sense, after traveling to immortals, the emotions between him and this traveling immortal are of course more than ordinary family affection between father and son, it will only be sparse, not pro.

"Thank you, father!"

Xie Lingyun bowed slightly, a little bitter in his heart, more of an endless pride and pride.

This Heavenly Sword Sect Sect Sect

Chasing immortality, entering the immortal gate, seeking immortal law, and becoming a real immortal cultivator, this is not only him Xie Lingyun, thousands of cultivators, who is not dreaming of such an opportunity!

Chance is on the side!

Juvenile!

"Come in." The young man opened his mouth lightly, and his brilliance flashed, allowing the horned ghost king to submerge into the ring, and win the vitality of his recovery.

When the gloom was fleeting, the young man took a step forward, the wind rose, and the sword came out, hanging in the void in front of him.

How is a thousand swords, how can it resist the teacher's soul sword!

Now that he has reached the Eight Realms of Immortal Kai, his physical body has been polished by the Great Sun Quenching Technique, which is more than that of Kunlun during the First War, even if he does not have this old sword, only with his current cultivation strength, in the face of this foundation-building monk, he is confident that he will open seven or three times.

He is seven, and the other party is three!

He wasn't even interested in knowing the origin of this foundation builder, he only knew that the sword came out, killed the immortals, shocked the people of the hidden sect, and then took away two magic weapons.

Before leaving, he finished off this Japanese sword saint, and after that, he was able to borrow this eight-fold snake magic weapon, which was expected to impact the Nine Realms of Immortal Opening.

Once he stepped into the Immortal Open Nine Realms, he would have the opportunity to truly impact the Ascension Realm, and once he succeeded, the next thing was to wait and arrange.

Arrange things such as the thoughtfulness of relatives and friends on the Huaguo side, and wait for the cultivation of Xiao Daogu and others to improve, after all, if you want to carry these people to ascend, the things that need to be considered are not so simple.

After all, mortals are not magic weapons, and if they directly enter the ring, they can fly to the earth, and they can only choose the most suitable way to ascend, such as the interstellar transfer formation or breaking the barriers of time and space, and directly crossing the void.

This requires a huge amount of energy and an incomparably precise formation technique, one wrong step, he Xu Qingqiong will naturally not have any problems, at most the physical body is damaged, Xiao Daogu and the others are different......

Between the ups and downs of his heart, the immortal metamorphosis showed hostility, but he didn't make any movement for a long time, after all, it is not a real body, and many thinking reactions and other aspects must be different, but cautious, there are still some.

The young man in front of him, he doesn't have to be a strong "cultivator", he has brute force alone, it seems that his divine sense has swept the past, nothing, but he exudes an unfathomable aura, outsiders don't know, this ancient bell is different, and he really feels one or two.

Not to mention the sword of the suspended void in front of him, it looks ordinary, but it is full of indescribable coercion, the higher the realm, the more he feels the indescribable coercion.

This divine soul is like this, and so is Song Ci.

Under the stalemate, the young man looked sideways at the old woman on the cliff.

"The so-called gods of your land, after I Xu Qingqiong killed, you will lend me this magic weapon, you have been disrespectful to me before, I will not blame you in the past, if you don't borrow it, you can also, your sect, no one will be left!"

The young man said lightly, this time, no one dared to laugh and joke anymore, not to mention whether Master Xie could kill this son, just the horned "brute beast" was not comparable to himself.

The old woman's face was gloomy, her cruel eyes were not disguised, but it was her beloved disciple Lu Wanqiu who spoke.

"Master, I remember this person, it seems that he appeared in the transaction, the voice is right, this is this person, I mentioned the condensation technique to you, it is from this person!"

The old woman's face changed, and at this time, the young man had already turned his head and spit out two words.

"Teacher."

A teacher came like a sword.

The old sword moved greatly, and directly split out a howling cloud, the divine pattern flickered, and the immortal power was like a brilliant ancient scroll, a layer, a secret realm between a mere person, how could anyone who was not a golden pill resist.

Xie Lingyun was shocked, without the slightest hesitation, turned into rainbow light, and fled from the boulder in the blink of an eye, the Sword Saint of the Kingdom did not dare to slack off that day, his heart seemed to twitch, and the Eight Miscellaneous Snake almost couldn't hold it, and the afterimage stood in the clouds, his eyes were full of horror, and he couldn't suppress it.

But I saw that on the top of the huge cliff, a thousand swords rose again, covering the sky, a vast elephant, grand and majestic.

The foundation building sword technique is still incomparably gorgeous and amazing, but the immortal metamorphosis has a somewhat sluggish and unnatural face, but for the first time, a frightened look has appeared.

For the first time, and for the last time!

The old sword strip cut out this sword, it was Song Ci, and they were almost killed, it was the 20,000 army of Great Yan, and they were all soul beads......

It's just that maybe it's because the other party is just building a foundation and cultivating it, this sword is not as lethal as Kunlun that day, Rao is like this, above the clouds, a thousand swords are like fireworks, and in the blink of an eye, they have been disillusioned......

There are still swords in the sky above the entire huge cliff.

Old sword strips!

The sword has arrived, and no one can stop it!

Even Xu Yun himself understands that if this sword "defects" and slashes at himself, the chance that he will not fall is less than one percent!

Sou!

The wind swept through the window paper.

Xu Yun shook his head slightly, it seems that he needs to sew and mend it, otherwise Xiaodao will really not be able to use this immortal magic weapon for a while.

In the flick of his fingers, the old sword strip crossed.

The whole cliff, at this moment, seemed to stand still.

Someone fell, the immortal molting sac was wrinkled and paralyzed, and the soul reappeared, but it was curling, like a flock of cranes flying in essence, flying and flying, and with the soul breath light escaping from the soul body, signs of annihilation began to appear.

Countless people in the hidden door were petrified, their jaws dropped, and it was difficult to even make the action of inhaling cool air.

"Your Excellency is ......"

The Divine Soul Confucian finally spoke, and the Divine Soul became more and more transparent, but it seemed that he was still unwilling to accept the defeat and the battle dissipated, but in his voice, there was great horror and fear.

The boy went and wrote a few words in the palm of his soul.

With a bang, the Divine Soul Confucian sighed deeply, not knowing what he was thinking at this time.

"Lingyun, for my father, I don't know the power of the immortal way, I should be in awe of the sky, but I hate it and realize it, and I should suffer this calamity! Wait and ask for more blessings! ”

The words fell, and the soul was scattered between heaven and earth!

Xie Lingyun and others were silent, and the audience was silent!

These hidden people, but they don't know, the young man is just in the palm of this Divine Soul Confucian hand, writing four words.