On the big lake, thousands of divine rainbows flew wildly, and each one would bring a piece of blood light. The killing shout shook the sky, and every roar contained a rolling aura.

Tianxuan Shizun held a silver thin sword in his hand, and suppressed the young man in Chinese clothes, Gongsun Jianan, so that he blushed and roared angrily: "Mole ant, you dare to do this to me, ah..."

Bu Yuhan, who was not far away, was injured one after another, and his combat strength was greatly reduced, and he wanted to rush over to help Gongsun Jianan several times, but he was entangled by Chen Chen, who had not long arrived at the quasi-saint, and he couldn't be distracted.

The Ten Thousand Demon King incarnated into his body, hidden in the billowing smoke, and together with the silkworms, he restrained the old man who was holding the boat.

The Daomen powerhouses joined forces, and because the realm was a few points higher than the later seventy-two officials, they made up for the gap of serious shortage of people and dragged more than sixty officials.

Diagonal cursive script, Yuan Feng Wolf, Bei Guting and other cultivators of the Great Perfection of the Two Realms of the Hidden Realm released their powerful divine thoughts, always keeping an eye on the entire battlefield, and ready to support the battlefield in need at any time.

At the same time, the Great Cultivators of the Great Perfection of the Shuntian Tongyin Second Realm also stared at them, occasionally making a move or two with them.

At this point, the top combat power of the two sides stayed away from the densely populated battlefield and fought all the way to the far sky, driving the distant void to fluctuate.

With Sixiantai as a stronghold, more than 20,000 cultivators, including Tianxuanzong, Qianlimen, Shuiyue Palace, Beili Shenchao and later Tianxianmen, sacrificed their lives to repel countless warships that wanted to rush to Sixiantai, but they also suffered countless casualties, leaving behind pieces of broken bones and flesh.

Dao Gate Immortal Cloud, countless purple Dao swords shot out from it, but they were shattered by more black bamboo poles. The immortal clouds rolled, the purple blurred, and the corners of the mouths of thousands of disciples were bloody, and there were already people lying on top of the immortal clouds, motionless.

On the Divine Fire Boulder of the Yanlong Divine Domain, the raging divine fire that was originally burning around the boulder had turned from ten zhang to about one zhang, swaying, and was about to be extinguished.

The colorful land of Qixia Holy Land was almost shattered by the hundreds of fleets led by the fourth captain of the boat, if it weren't for the Nangong Flying Boat of the Nangong family that killed it in time and forced the fourth boat to retreat, the thousand elite children of the Qixia Holy Land would probably die.

Ten Thousand Beasts, the Western Autumn Dynasty, the Southern Chu Heavenly Dynasty, the Beihai Alliance, and more than 20,000 scattered cultivators were united, and more than 40,000 cultivators were on top of the imperial battle clouds of the Western Autumn Dynasty and the Southern Chu Heavenly Dynasty, and the 5,000 fleets of the boatmen were on a par with each other, with countless casualties.

Having to live next to the hexagonal pavilion, Murong respectfully followed behind Yan Shigu, calmly and with gratitude, and looked at Su Yun who was standing freely in the pavilion with some excitement.

He knew that the young man in front of him was no longer the nervous prince and prince he was at the beginning, but a pivotal figure in Tianxuanzong.

After Yang Qian and Gao Zhan saw Su Yun with his hands behind their backs and their backs to them, the tense mood that had been tense all night was finally somewhat relieved.

Yang Qian nodded to Yan Shigu, then walked behind Su Yun with Murong Gong's envious gaze, and said worriedly, "Master, your old man is okay." ”

This night, they experienced too many changes, the invisible coercion in the sky and the dialogue that resounded throughout the Great Lake, which made them feel extremely frightened all the time in the Yuntai.

Since they were in the cloud platform, they were only guarded by some mountain guards who were on the winding path, so they had no way of knowing the situation on the Great Lake.

Every void vibration, every majestic voice, and every ray of light that rose into the sky could tug at their hearts and strain their nerves.

Now that Yang Qiang saw his master appear intact in the ordinary pavilion in front of him, a big stone in his heart was finally put down.

"It's okay, what can your great master do. ”

Su Yun still turned his back to them, and said very easily: "It's not that the teacher doesn't take care of you, I'll take you to a good place now." Remember, don't ask, just let the teacher arrange everything. ”

Hearing this, Yang Qian and the three of them were a little excited, and they almost wanted to ask, but they were interrupted by Yan Shigu, who had already been mentally prepared on the side, and then looked at the young man in the pavilion who seemed to be glowing all over his body with fanatical eyes.

The breeze blew and stirred Su Yun's long hair and clothes, Su Yun smiled slightly, enjoying this feeling, and then said softly: "Old man, send us up." ”

"Hey... Go all the way. ”

With a long sigh, the image on the surface of the pond disappeared into a clear glow, sprinkled on the five people inside and outside the hexagonal pavilion.

Hearing that sigh, Yan Shigu's expression changed greatly, it turned out that there were really hidden predecessors here, and the legend was true.

Yang Qiang and the other three looked at Su Yun with envy, knowing that the long sigh must have been made by someone he knew, so they didn't think about it.

Qinghui landed, and Su Yun and the five disappeared from the idle residence, and then an old turtle floated up from the far side of the pond, looking at the crack on the big lake that was full of fairy energy.

For a long time, the old turtle shook its head and swam towards the water vapor rising in the distance, leaving a lonely back.

Watching Qinghui fall, the spirits of Yang Qiang and the others suddenly became trance-like.

When their thoughts cleared, they were surprised to find that the place they were in had changed dramatically.

A valley, a secluded pool, and a hanging waterfall fall from the high mountain opposite the secluded pool, rumbling.

The valley is surrounded by a thick mountain fog, and the shadows of some towering trees can be faintly seen, but they are not really visible.

At the other end of the pool, the waterfall that fell from the sky made a huge splash, but it did not spread far away.

The pool around the splash is as quiet as blue, reflecting the misty mist, like a slowly floating picture.

On the shore of Youtan, Su Yun still turned his back to Yan Shigu, Yang Qiang and others, then pointed to Youtan, and said lightly: "You go down, I am not allowed to come up until I come back." If you can't hold on, then die inside. ”

After speaking, Su Yun walked towards the dense fog without looking back, without saying a word more.

Su Yun disappeared into the thick fog, leaving behind four people with blank faces.

Yang Qian and the three of them looked at Yan Shigu, because he was the only one here who was a cultivator, a god-like figure high up in their hearts.

Yan Shigu felt the puzzled gaze of the three of them, raised his feet and walked towards Youtan, and said, "Do everything according to what Senior Brother says, I believe he will not harm us." If you encounter some irresistible pain, you must persevere. ”

After Yan Shigu finished speaking, his left foot had already touched the secluded pool water.

"Goo-dong!"

A huge blister bubbled out of the pool, as if it was self-conscious, and pounced on Yan Shigu with a loud bang, wrapping him neatly.

"Immortal Master!"

Yang Qiang and the three of them were shocked, and they rushed forward very eagerly, wanting to pull Yan Shigu out.

It's okay if they don't pull, but when their hands touch Yan Shigu, the pool water, which was originally quite calm, begins to turbulent.

"Goo-dong!"

"Goo-dong!"

"Goo-dong!"

In the secluded pool, three huge blisters emerged one after another, and then without hesitation, they wrapped Yang Qiang and the three of them directly into the secluded pool.

Seeing that Yang Poor and the three of them were pulled into the secluded pool by the blisters, Yan Shigu, who could barely resist, also gave up resistance and let his body fall towards the secluded pool.

"Poof... Poof..."

After a few falling sounds sounded, Yan Shigu fled into the pool lightly.

And Yang Qiang, Gao Zhan and Murong Gong were caught off guard, and they plunged into the pool, setting off a burst of waves, and the whole person fluttered and sank under the water.

"What?!"

Just when Yang Qiang and the three of them had not surfaced, Yan Shigu was shocked.

At this moment, he felt that the heaven and earth aura of the world inside him was flowing outward, and no matter how he tried to stop it, it had no effect.

"Drink!"

A one-foot-sized, yellow gourd appeared, and the mouth of the gourd spewed out an incomparably turbid yellow light, enveloping Yan Shigu to resist the leakage of heaven and earth aura in his body.

The yellow light shrouded down, touching the turquoise water of the pool, the pool water seemed to have a sense, suddenly boiling, and then a drop of the pool of water rose, slowly flying towards the turbid yellow light.

After wandering for a while, after finding the location of the gourd's mouth, the drop of water shot towards the gourd.

"Bang!"

There was a muffled sound, and two watery blue lights on both sides of the yellow gourd. Then in a "clattering" sound, the yellow gourd cracked in response to the sound, neatly divided into two water scoops from the middle, and fell weakly in the pool, moving up and down with the water waves.

"Poof!"

The natal weapon was destroyed, Yan Shigu spurted out a mouthful of blood forward, his breath suddenly withered a lot, and his whole body lay backwards, falling directly on the water, and was submerged by the pool.

"Ahh

"Hmm!"

"Alas!"

A loud scream, a muffled grunt, a long sigh.

Yang Poor, Gao Zhan, and Murong Gong had hideous faces, and they emerged from the bottom of the pool in great pain.

Yang Qian looked up to the sky and roared, very unwilling. He had just embarked on the path of cultivation when he was about to suffocate to death due to the oppression of this pool of water.

Murong Gong gritted his teeth and wiped the water from his face and hair with his hands, seriously bearing the heartache brought by the water.

Gao Zhan's face was expressionless, but from his trembling body and the blood oozing from his face, he knew that he was also in great pain at this time, but he seemed to be very relieved, as if it would not be a pity to die just like this.

"Drink!"

Yan Shigu, who floated after the sinking, opened his eyes slightly, and he shouted the word "Qi Drink" again with pain and regret.

However, the two scoops floating on the surface of the water lost their spirituality and still floated aimlessly.

I don't know if I was disheartened again, or I sensed something. Yan Shigu, who was lying flat on the water, had no intention of getting up, his face was sluggish, and he was like his natal weapon flowing with the water.

"Immortal Master!"

When Murong Gong saw Yan Shigu's appearance, he felt something, and said to Yan Shigu with the pain: "I think Su Yun Immortal Master will not let us be hurt, Immortal Master doesn't have to be like this, the so-called sword edge comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold, this kind of pain should bring us great benefits, everyone endure it and it will pass." ”

"Uh-huh!"

After gritting his teeth and saying that sentence, Murong Gong snorted again, and followed Yan Shigu's example, keeping his body balanced and lying on the water.

Yang Qian felt the passage of the elixir in his body, and felt a pity in his heart, but he was helpless, so he had to learn Murong Gong's posture to keep himself balanced.

Gao Zhan still didn't make a sound, not even a painful muffled snort, looking at the sky, as if caught in the past.