Seeing the appearance of the three gods, Wu Yue and the top officials of the Sword Pavilion were very excited, saluting respectfully, and many of the Sword Pavilion disciples below were also shouting at the top of their voices, for a while, the momentum of the Sword Pavilion shook the universe, making people palpitate!

"Three powerhouses of the Nine Heavens? The Sword Pavilion is so deeply hidden! Yang Yuxi looked at the three gods who had just appeared, and said with a gloomy face.

Yang Yuxi was really taken aback this time, he didn't expect that there were three people behind the Sword Pavilion who were creating the Nine Heavens to support them.

Even if they were the First Sect, there were less than twenty Supreme Elders who created the Nine Heavens, and in his opinion, the Sword Pavilion had always been the weakest of the twelve holy lands.

Unexpectedly, the real strength of the Sword Pavilion was not weaker than that of the Mixed Yuan Holy Land, and even slightly stronger, which made Yang Yuxi very uncomfortable.

Even the other two Supreme Elders were really taken aback by the three Divine Sons on the opposite side.

Now the Sword Pavilion, which has six Creation Realm Nine Heavenly powerhouses, is no longer something that these people can suppress, and this time, if they want to destroy the Sword Pavilion, I am afraid it will not be so easy.

"Get out! You don't deserve to talk to me! The Divine Son shouted violently, his eyes were like knives, and a wave of killing intent burst out, and the coercion of the perfection of the Creation Realm instantly enveloped Yang Yuxi!

For a while, Yang Yuxi felt as if he was under the power of heaven, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he even felt that he would step into hell in the next second.

"Humph!"

Just when Yang Yuxi was about to lose it anymore, a cold snort exploded in his ears, dissolving the coercion of the Divine Son, and it was Elder Jiang Xu who was standing beside him who made a move!

Yang Yuxi was lightly relieved, but the humiliation in his heart made him want to go crazy.

But he also knew that in front of the Divine Son, a powerhouse in the realm of Creation and Perfection, even if he was already a cultivator of the Triple Heaven of Creation, he was still like an ant.

The momentum alone made him unbearable, and he could only bury this humiliation deep in his heart, and he secretly made up his mind that he would make the entire Sword Pavilion go to hell later.

Thinking of this, Yang Yuxi no longer hesitated, stretched out his hand, and a jade talisman appeared in his hand, and without saying a word, he directly crushed the jade talisman in his hand.

Suddenly, the wind and clouds surged above the Sword Pavilion, and a huge coercion appeared, and all the people present were lying on the ground, except for the people of the Taichu Sect.

In an instant, the figure of Chu Fengchen, the head of the Taichu Sect, appeared beside Yang Yuxi, raising his eyes and looking in the direction of Shenzi and the others.

"You..... Are you from the Shinto Palace? ”

At this moment, an uncertain voice came out of Chu Fengchen's mouth.

"Yes, I am Nangong Moyu, the last generation of the Shendao Palace, and it is rare that someone still recognizes me!" Shenzi nodded, very emotional, nearly 10,000 years have passed, even in this world where everyone is cultivating, more than 9,000 years of time have been different.

The last generation of the Shinto Palace, the son of the gods, Nangong Moyu!

When the Son of God confessed it himself, when these four words sounded between heaven and earth, the whole heaven and earth were silent.

Although many people present did not know Nangong Moyu, the three words of Shendao Palace were deeply engraved in the minds of some people, because these three words not only represented a powerful force, but also represented a legendary force in the Middle Ages of the Immortal Ancient Continent.

"Elder Jiang Xu, what kind of force is the Shinto Palace? Isn't it amazing? Yang Yuxi looked at Jiang Xu, who was also shocked, with a puzzled gaze.

"Elder Jiang Xu?"

Looking at Jiang Xu, who was still stunned there, Yang Yuxi reluctantly reminded him again.

"Ahh What do you say, Son? ”

Yang Yuxi sighed and repeated the question: "I said, what kind of force is the Shinto Palace?" Isn't it amazing? ”

"Holy Son, the Shinto Palace is a holy place in the Middle Ages, and it is a holy place located in our Zhongzhou, not only that, but their sphere of influence once expanded to the Northern State, the Western State, and the Holy State, second only to the six states of the Dao Sect in the Ancient Era."

After learning the origin of the Shinto Palace, Yang Yuxi was puzzled again: "Didn't you say that the Middle Ages had experienced the Extinction of the Century Tribulation and had no power left?" Why do people from Shinto Palace still exist? ”

Jiang Xu shook his head, and said with a blank face: "I don't know about this, maybe they have some treasures to escape, right?" However, the Shinto Palace has not been born for a long time, and I don't know what they are appearing for this time? ”

"Why is it the backer of the Sword Pavilion, and what's even more terrifying is that none of us knows how many forces the Shinto Palace has controlled for so many years, and how many forces are connected with them?"

At this time, Chu Fengchen in the air looked at Nangong Mo Yu and sighed: "I didn't expect you to be alive, no matter what, to be able to fight with a Tianjiao like you here, this sect is worth it!" ”

And Yang Yuxi and the others above the clouds were also looking at the people of the Sword Pavilion opposite with a fighting intent at this moment, although they had never heard of Nangong Moyu, and even the Shendao Palace did not know much about it.

But after all, the other party is a super powerhouse who has perfected the cultivation of the Nine Heavens, and they have great admiration for Chu Fengchen, the strongest person in the world, and they are also looking forward to the battle between him, the number one in the world, and Nangong Mo Yu!

"Okay, I can't do it here, I'll wait, Void Battle!" Nangong Moyu took a deep look at Yang Yuxi and the others opposite, and finally nodded.

"Sword Head, Sword Three, the two of you stay here to deal with the others, this battle is a matter of life and death in the Sword Pavilion, you must go all out! Do you understand? Nangong Moyu turned to the two Wu Yue brothers and commanded.

This time, the offensive power of the Taichu Sect was amazing, and it was not something that the three of them could resist, and then Nangong Moyu asked the two people he brought to stay, and the five people who created the Nine Heavens were in charge.

With the strength of the five people on the opposite side, they can't make much waves, after all, the strength of both sides is about the same now.

Except for the fact that there is a gap in the number of Creation Realms, the high-end combat power is five, so it is still unknown who will live and who will die on both sides!

As for those martial guards, they need to surround the Sword Pavilion to prevent anyone from escaping, so these people are useless.

…………

In the void above the Sword Pavilion, Nangong Moyu's figure quietly appeared, Chu Fengchen also stood with his hands in his hands, looking at Nangong Moyu opposite, his face was indifferent, his purple robe was sizzling, and the wind in the void blew his long silver-white hair up continuously.

Worthy of being the strongest person in the world, Nangong Moyu looked at Chu Fengchen's indifferent face, and couldn't help but secretly admire in his heart.

Even if he is the best in the world, he may not be able to maintain his composure in front of a consummate powerhouse in the Creation Realm.

And Chu Fengchen's cultivation is just a realm of perfection of creation, at most, he only broke through a few decades earlier than him, but now he can deal with it calmly, and the detachment of his mind can be seen.