The next day, there was a lot of discussion in the third layer of the Ah Bi Underground Palace, and it began to become the same as the first layer, because there were also disciples on this layer who were sucked off the True Yuan last night.

Although those disciples who had been sucked out of the True Yuan were only breathless and not in danger of their lives, this still made the law enforcement elders of the third layer anxious, because the deputy palace master was already furious.

It's just that today, the deputy palace master has no time to take care of these, because the Shangqing Miao Spirit Sect and the Yuqing Illusory Buddha Sect are here, and the sect master is still here, so it stands to reason that it is enough to send an elder here, and there is no need for the sect master to be himself.

However, what made this deputy palace master even more puzzled was that the Haotian Zhenren of the Taiqing Red Sword Sect actually came, which was undoubtedly intriguing.

After all, he hadn't sent anyone to deliver information to the Taiqing Red Sword Sect, and he hadn't caught the disciples of the Taiqing Red Sword Sect at all.

At this moment, in front of the huge palace suspended in the sky, there was a middle-aged man standing in the air, with a black golden crown in his hair, a black feather robe in the wind, and his breath was bullying, and he carried it with both hands, like a demon king in the dust.

This person is Lou Wanzhong, the palace master of the Abi Underground Palace, and there are five people standing side by side behind him, all of whom are the deputy palace masters of the Abi Underground Palace, and one of the deputy palace masters is the white-haired old man Yin Feng has seen.

In the distance, a pitch-black crack slowly opened, black light flickered, and in a short time, a pitch-black portal appeared.

At the moment when the pitch-black portal manifested, three streams of light passed through the portal.

Seeing this, Lou Wanzhong raised his hand gently, and a white light popped out of his fingers, and the white light spread, it was an ink folding fan, and the fan surface was embellished with an elegant ink landscape, the pavilion pavilion, the green mountain beauty, simple and unpretentious, black is the main color of this folding fan.

The breeze blew, and the folding fan exploded in the wind, and the bright white light was diffuse, sprinkling patches of light and rain.

After a while, a real small land appeared in the white light and floated in the air, and the scenery on the small land turned out to be exactly the same as the one painted on the folding fan.

In the dark, Yin Feng's eyes were shocked, that folding fan was definitely a great treasure, and it could actually make the scene in the fan evolve into a real scenery.

At the moment when this small land manifested, the three streamers came together, and after a while, a group of people appeared from the streamers.

Among them, three people are particularly eye-catching, the rightmost is a middle-aged monk, the earlobe is quite large, and there is a lump of flesh bumps in the center of the eyebrows, which is round and slippery, and the treasure of this monk is set off**.

The middle one is an old man dressed as a Taoist, wearing a gossip robe, with a handle of Buddha dust on his right wrist, his eyes are smiling all the time, and his eyebrows are kind.

The person on the left is also a middle-aged man, wearing a phoenix feather white robe, a long hair shawl, and a sword qi, moving with the wind, like a sword god in the wind.

These three people are none other than Xiao Rulai of the Yuqing Illusory Buddha Sect, the Ziyang Daoist of the Shangqing Miao Spirit Sect, and the Haotian Zhenren of the Taiqing Red Sword Sect.

Behind the three of them, they were all elite disciples in their respective sects, among which Ziyang Dao people brought five people, Xiao Rulai brought three people, and Hao Tianzhen also brought five people.

There is an unwritten rule in the wilderness, if you bring your disciples to visit, it is naturally not for the purpose of fighting.

After all, fighting with a disciple is undoubtedly fighting with a weakness, and no one would do such a brainless thing.

Therefore, with a disciple, it is undoubtedly a banner of peace in disguise.

Yin Feng rode the barren ding, and quickly approached the small land above.

"Senior Sister Su!"

In the Wild Ding, Yin Feng was a little surprised, because he saw Su Lingshan, who was still half-veiled and as clear as an immortal, and next to Su Lingshan was naturally Tianyi.

"This fart worm with no emotional intelligence knows that he is sticking to Senior Sister Su. ”

Yin Feng felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, he was now more and more unhappy with that day, and then he turned his gaze to the disciples of the other two sects, two of whom made him particularly concerned.

One of them is a small monk, the earlobe is amazingly large, different from the bronze skin of Juexin and Yuanluo, his skin is white and tender, the big eyes that are constantly glancing are very ethereal, and there is a red mole in the center of his eyebrows, and the Buddha statue is very pure.

The other person is a young girl, tall, with a sword-shaped hairpin on her bun, which is particularly eye-catching, and her delicate facial features have a different charm, but her eyes are indescribably arrogant.

Yin Feng's eyes were clear, if his guess was right, that girl should be Ye Wanqing.

"Go and call Leng Tong, I didn't expect to bring the strongest elites in their respective sects, and we can't lose the scene. Lou Wanzhong glanced at the white-haired old man behind him, and Zhenyuan said.

"Obey the order, just don't call a few more people, those three old embryos can bring more than one disciple. The white-haired old man also said with True Yuan.

"No need, having Leng Tong alone is enough to calm the scene, and you can go and bring those three imprisoned righteous path disciples up. Lou Wanzhong commanded lightly.

Among the three people who visited, Xiao Rulai praised the Buddha's name, and greeted him first: "Amitabha, I will bother you, and ask the palace master to forgive your sins." ”

Small as the treasure of the first place, there is a Buddha rhyme flashing behind the head, and the simple robe flutters in the wind, such as a big Buddha descending, so that people can not give birth to a little contempt.

hugged Wanzhong and said with a smile: "Where, Xiao Rulai comes, the Buddha's glory shines, it is really the blessing of my Abi Underground Palace." ”

"The natural way of the old Taoist people of Ziyang is now more back to basics, which is surprising. ”

Ziyang Daoist waved his hand and smiled: "Where is it, the micro end of the Dao is not worth mentioning, but the Lou Palace Master's Blood Demon Dafa is now approaching the peak of the Demon Dao." ”

Now, the righteous demon has not completely torn his face, so he is not stingy to say a few nice words.

It's just that when his eyes looked at Hao Tianzhen, his expression suddenly turned cold, and he said, "I don't know what Haotian Zhenren has to do, I don't have any disciples of your Taiqing Red Sword Sect here." ”

"I naturally came here for my purpose, as for whether you have any disciples of the Taiqing Red Sword Sect here, I have to ask the three righteous path elites who were imprisoned by you to know. The eyes of Wan Chong were cold, but he didn't know that Hao Tianzhen's eyes were even colder.

When Yin Feng sent a message to him that day, he bluntly said that he was going to Wolf's Horn Valley, and at that time, Haotian Zhenren wanted to stop it, but helplessly, the sound transmission jade pendant could only transmit messages in one direction, so he could only accept the message, but he could not reply to the message.

Later, when he heard that all the righteous path disciples who had gone to the Wolf's Horn Valley had been sucked into the spatial crack in the Wolf's Horn Valley, his heart sank to the bottom of the sea, and he was depressed and uncomfortable.

After all, it was a terrifying Tianjiao who comprehended the Supreme Sword Dictionary to the fifth-layer realm, which was equivalent to a living Supreme Sword Classic, if something happened, it would be immeasurable for the Taiqing Red Sword Sect.

Haotian Zhenren invited Xiao Rulai and Ziyang Dao people to go to Wolf Horn Valley to save people without thinking, after all, their disciples were also killed.

The reply they got was that some of their elite disciples were teleported to the Abi Underground Palace by the spatial crack in the Wolf Horn Valley, and were blackmailed to ransom people with heavy gifts.

However, this news did not make Hao Tianzhen feel any better, because he did not receive the blackmail from the Ah Bi Underground Palace, but this did not mean that Yin Feng was not there.

Because the hatred between the Taiqing Red Sword Sect and the Abi Underground Palace is too deep, I am afraid that even if Yin Feng is arrested, he will definitely not be released, so he must go to the Abi Underground Palace in person, unless it is confirmed that Yin Feng is indeed not there, otherwise he will have to rescue people even if he makes a mess in the Abi Underground Palace.

"This is the Abi Underground Palace, it's not you Taiqing Red Sword Sect, you dare to talk to our palace master with such an attitude. ”

A deputy palace master behind Wan Zhong said unhappily, although his expression was displeased, but his eyes showed a strong sense of jealousy, after all, it was a sect master-level powerhouse, and he would never know the horror of that level until he reached that step.

Don't look at the cultivation as all Dan Dao realms, but the gap between each realm is like a chasm, and the further you go, the wider this gap becomes, and the difficulty of crossing is also getting bigger and bigger.

For example, this deputy palace master who spoke had been stuck in the twenty-ninth realm of the Dan Dao Realm for more than a hundred years, and he was once also an elite of the Abi Underground Palace, with outstanding talent, and before the eighteenth layer of the Dan Dao Realm, his cultivation was like a bamboo.

But after reaching the twentieth layer, it was difficult to advance to cultivation, and the ascension of each realm made him exhausted.

"Hmm, do you think my attitude needs to be improved? Your level of comprehension of the Immortal Blood Code has not yet reached the realm of limb rebirth. ”

Hao Tianzhen frowned lightly, the white feather robe on his body floated gently, and the wind was light.

With a snort, the corners of the deputy palace master's clothes fell abruptly, completely separated from the black robe.

"You!"

The deputy palace master hurriedly retreated, his expression trembling, if the other party wanted to kill him, then his leg would be separated from him along with the corner of his clothes.

"Nie Feng, your sword path is really getting more and more powerful, being the sect master for more than two hundred years makes you so majestic, if I remember correctly, the last time you and I fought was three hundred years ago, it does feel a little long. ”

Hug Wanzhong's expression was flat, as if he was telling about family life, but the demonic energy on his body was surging, like the eve of a storm.

"What? Hao Tianzhen's eyes narrowed slightly, the white feather robe trembled even more, and the sentence in Lou Wanzhong's mouth three hundred years ago had already revealed a cold murderous intent in Hao Tianzhen's eyes, which was the biggest haze in his heart.

The atmosphere became extremely depressing for a while, and those righteous path elites who came together, whether it was the white and tender little monk, or the arrogant Ye Wanqing, or Tianyi, they all subconsciously retreated a lot at this moment, which was the instinctive reaction of the body.

Their expressions were so surprised that they were incomparable, and on weekdays, they had been learning about the strength of the sect master-level powerhouses from various channels, so as to compare them with themselves.

They are the strongest elites of the new generation, and they each have pride in their hearts, feeling that they will definitely take over the banner one day in the future and become a new generation of sect master-level legends.

Today, they had a glimpse of the corner and saw the battle of the sect master-level powerhouses, which was undoubtedly more reliable than the information they knew from any channel.

However, what made them tremble was that just the collision of momentum had already made them fall into an ice cellar, so how terrifying should the real strength be.

"Amitabha!"

Xiao Rulai and Ziyang Daoren walked between Lou Wanzhong and Haotian Zhenren, and their expressions also fluctuated, especially when Lou Wanzhong mentioned the word 'three hundred years ago', their expressions fluctuated even more.