Wind and snow, a Qiong Tower.

The snow-white ancient building is located in the sky above the Xiaoyan Mountain Boundary, the old man with white eyebrows and beards, his hands are sealed, in all directions, there are constantly streamers rising and flickering, pieces of talisman inscriptions, extending the "air wall" of nothingness, wrapping the entire Tianhailou field.

Chu Xuan narrowed his eyes.

The robe of the white lantern continued to rise and fall, inhaling and drying, exhaling and puffing, sometimes like a dry wood, sometimes like a round ball, and as these seals continued to condense, his own breath became more and more dry, and the blood-red Dapeng bird imprint, as he breathed violently, the color continued to become lighter.

In the end, this drop of blood was almost as clear as water, and there was not the slightest scarlet to be seen.

The old man's robe oozed wisps of blood, and at the same time, a cheek continued to grow and wrinkled, and the Shouyuan of the Dapeng Bird was constantly "overdrawn" by him to urge Tianhailou to perform the ultimate secret technique.

The entire "domain" hovering over the Xiaoyan Mountain Realm originally covered the ground only within a radius of ten miles, but at this moment, the edge talisman flew by, "moving" towards the distance little by little, and the entire Tianhailou realm was stretched out with the movement of Bai Changlan's hands pulling away-

The sound of "boom" thunder sounded in the dome.

The sound of decay sounded from the chest of the white long lamp.

"Decay...... Worthy of the appreciation of the White Emperor and the inheritance of Mustard Mountain. ”

His voice was extremely hoarse, as if he had thousands of blades stuffed into his chest, extremely difficult, and at the same time lowered his head, overlooking the battlefield under him, spreading for hundreds of miles, the Northern Iron Horse Torrent had already "gone and returned", ready to swallow the fat of the Tianhai Tower of the Eastern Demon Domain into his mouth.

......

......

"Ready to go. ”

The voice of the Futu Demon Saint sounded in Zihuang's ears.

Zihuang looked unkind, she raised one sleeve of her coat, shook open the huge ink knife that was shot down head-on, and then turned her head to look in the direction where the Futu Demon Saint was.

That small world was shrouded in a huge flask.

Jiuquanzi put his two fingers together, his expression was calm, he stood in front of his chest, his fingertips hung in front of his lips, and he urged the seal with the secret technique of divine thought, and the mouth of the huge wine pot sprayed out a large number of black and white secret lines, spreading out like a thick mist, wrapping the Futu Demon Saint layer by layer.

The white-robed demon saint's expression remained unchanged, with his hands on his back, the Guanshi Pagoda above his head continued to shine, and there were wisps of sharp streamers at the bottom of the first layer of the tower, and if he looked closely, it turned out to be the thickness of an adult's fingers and the length of his small arm "Flying Sword", in the world of the demon clan, sword cultivation is not uncommon, but a character with a lot of means like Futu is extremely rare.

Su Rili holds a pagoda in his hand, famous for his divine soul method, extremely low-key, rarely makes a move, even his colleagues in the Dragon Emperor Palace, he also thinks that the Futu Demon Saint specializes in cultivating the divine soul method...... But today, Zihuang came to the Gray Land Realm with him, and he had already seen Futu use too many methods.

In the Guanshi Tower, there are all kinds of treasures!

The first layer is a flying sword, and what is the second layer? This tower has a total of eight floors, is there a treasure on each floor?

The flying sword swept out, slashing on the black and white turbidity, clearing the peace for the surrounding ten zhang of the Futu Demon Saint, the white robe flew up, the Futu stood on the ground, he gently raised a palm, the Guanshi Tower gradually became smaller, became small, and hovered three feet above the palm, and this sky-filled streamer is like the brilliance of the surface of the stars, surrounding the extremely dazzling "huge star" of the white-robed Demon Saint.

Jiuquanzi's face was expressionless, and he raised his hand to point.

The wine jug flew out, locked the Futu Demon Saint, and hung above his head, and the mouth of the pot poured out a large black and white secret pattern, directly submerging the land, the land of the gray land, after years of fighting, soaked in the blood of countless demon cultivators and humans, extremely tough, but under the impact of the black and white secret pattern, the land at the bottom of the Futu foot was suddenly shattered.

Immediately after the snow-white streamer in the sky returned, it was no longer a ten-zhang square circle around the slashing around, under the compression of countless black and white secret patterns, the sword qi of these Guanshi Towers tightened layer by layer, and finally only guarded the soles of their feet three feet.

That's enough.

The expression of the Futu Demon Saint did not change from beginning to end, and the narrow stone at the bottom of his feet swept out on its own, breaking away from the land that was flooded by black and white secret patterns, and at the same time, in the void, a portal was ignited.

"Want to go?"

Jiuquanzi narrowed his eyes and sneered.

The current situation is very good for the Great Sui.

The Dragon Emperor Palace wanted to give up the Eastern Demon Domain and leave directly, he shouldn't have stopped it, but now it seems that ...... It won't be long before Shen Yuanjun will return to the battlefield, and with the strength of that newcomer to Nirvana in the northern realm, with his own combat power, it is really possible to make the demon clan pay a terrible price.

The flask trembled slightly, spit out a flying sword, and shot out in an instant, smashing the ancient door open.

On the face of the Futu Demon Saint, an ugly look appeared for the first time, he glanced fiercely in the direction of Jiuquanzi, the narrow stone at the bottom of his feet accelerated violently, and the whole person moved horizontally for dozens of zhang, which was worthy of splitting the flying sword, but even so, his sleeve robe was still cut out of a hole, and inside the snow-white robe, the talisman poured and flowed, and where the crack was opened, the pieces of golden talisman condensed like lava, swallowing and digesting the "sword intent" attached to the sleeve.

The snow-white streamer that shrouded the body of the Futu Demon Saint was all destroyed and shattered under the flash of the flying sword just now, and a line of tide-like explosions exploded in a row, and the sound of dense explosions echoed around him.

Futu Demon Saint stared coldly at Jiuquanzi.

The old ancestor of the academy who "slept" in Hongfu Hanoi was extremely calm, and he said indifferently: "If eyes can kill, I was killed by the enemy as early as I was twenty years old." ”

The Futu Demon Saint no longer spoke.

Next to his ears, there was the sound of Zihuang's divine thoughts.

"Now let's go, what should Shen Yuan do?" Zihuang was on another battlefield, constantly flicking her fingers at Su Musha's ink knife, she no longer had the heart to fight the enemy, even if she fell into the downwind, she didn't care, "And the woman in the Xiaoyan Mountain Realm...... I want her to die. ”

The Futu Demon Saint let out a sigh.

He said calmly, "Take me away with the phoenix fire." ”

This sentence made Zihuang stunned.

She frowned and looked at Futu, but saw a pair of "wooden" eyes.

This sentence is not a request, but a request.

Even the tone sounded a bit like a command.

Futu Demon Sage's tone, with an extremely serious meaning, said, "Otherwise, we will all die." ”

This sentence was chiseled into the sea of purple phoenix's soul with a secret technique, like a pebble, splashing a thousand waves.

Zihuang's hair exploded all over her body, and she suddenly "woke up", she raised her hand, layers of phoenix fire flew out of her cuffs, wrapping Su Musha, the ink knife cut the fire like a curtain, the female dean of Bailu Cave Academy rushed forward with a knife, like a bamboo, and when she reached the position of Zihuang, the place where the female demon saint was originally standing was empty in just a few breaths.

The sky is full of phoenix fire, which also covers the vision of Jiuquanzi.

The old ancestor of the Red Breeze River snorted coldly, raised his foot and chopped it off, the earth and stones splashed, and the flying sword with extremely strong killing power in the wine pot turned into a phantom again, and even brought out the rolling thunder.

In the sea of phoenix fire, there was a feminine woman's muffled snort.

The flying sword went and returned, hanging in the palm of Jiuquanzi, the burning phoenix fire gradually extinguished on the snow-white sword surface, and the remaining sparks crackled and jumped, and the two fingers of the ancestor wiped from the hilt to the tip of the sword, wiping out a series of crimson lights, and then the "phoenix fire" that would never be extinguished was extinguished.

Jiuquanzi's expression was solemn, looking at the flying sword, and there was a faint fishy smell on the sword.

And his fingertips rubbed past the body of the sword, stained with some blood...... This demon blood obviously had the breath of a phoenix on it, he raised his head and looked at the front of him, the prohibition laid down by the black and white turbid qi had been broken through by the purple phoenix's extreme speed in the world.

"It's a pity...... Couldn't stop it. ”

Su Musha slowly descended and came to the side of the old ancestor of the academy.

She put away the ink knife, frowned, and looked at the void in the distance, the phoenix fire converged, and the broken void was "healing", and the two demon saints of the Dragon Emperor Hall escaped really fast, especially the purple phoenix, which finally increased its strength suddenly, and it seemed that it had used some kind of forbidden secret technique.

Jiuquanzi's expression was a little confused.

He muttered, "This Phoenix Flame ...... Something quirky. ”

Su Musha frowned, and hummed softly in his tone, and the old ancestor said softly: "I have known Futu for a long time...... This person is very deeply hidden, many years ago, his Guanshi Tower was full of treasures, but he fought with me, only using the flying sword of the first layer, so many years have passed, he is still unwilling to expose the 'hole cards', and will never use things above the second or third layer. ”

There was a pause.

Jiuquanzi used his divinity to force out the phoenix blood condensed in his fingertips, and the drop of blood hung in the air and turned into a crystal clear blood bead.

He stared at the blood beads, and said lightly: "Today's shot, he is still like this, there are definitely 'things' in the Guanshi Pagoda that can allow the two of them to escape from this place without paying a price, but the Futu Demon Saint does not want to expose it...... Rather suffer. ”

Su Musha sneered: "He didn't suffer a loss, but the one who was injured was the purple phoenix." ”

"The one who was injured was the purple phoenix?" Jiuquanzi's eyes were solemn, he slowly shook his head, and said, "That's not necessarily. ”

Su Musha was a little confused.

But she didn't delve into the hidden meaning of the words of the old ancestor of the academy.

She turned her head and looked into the distance, the torrent rolling and the iron riding on the ground.

The ink knife is gently inserted down into the ground.

Su Musha said softly: "Ancestor, this battle, the Great Sui has already won. ”

Jiuquanzi hummed softly.

The Dragon Emperor Hall also gave up the Northern War, and the withdrawal of the two demon saints meant that the Great Sui Iron Cavalry could wantonly encroach on the power of the Eastern Demon Domain...... Tianhailou moved here, and if the Eastern Demon Domain wanted to withdraw, it was already extremely difficult, almost impossible.

The rolling drums of war sounded between heaven and earth.

It's an offense, it's a fight.

It's a charge.

The drums of war are like thunder!

The dark clouds above the gray world, there is a ray of dawn pouring out, slowly advancing, light like a tide, the night is broken and cracked.

At the head of the city in the north in the distance, there was a gray-robed figure, carrying a huge "heavy sword box", flying with all his might, instantly sweeping over the city, grabbing the drummer's heavy hammer, and slamming a blasting sound on top of the war drum magic weapon-

The sound of the glorious war drums suddenly dispersed, and everyone in the city looked at this gray-robed figure.

A voice containing the cultivation of the Peak Star Monarch spread out, overpowering all the drums.

This one.

Sharp as a broken lamp!