On this day, the formation of the Demon Cloud Cave was brilliant, surpassing the past, and dyeing half of the sky red.

Seven or eight supreme powerhouses came out of the white bone battleship, each exerting their earth-shattering power and attacking the formation of the Demon Cloud Cave.

The Infinite Demon Temple has occupied the banks of the Tongtian River for thousands of years, and its formation has become extremely stable after years of blessing.

Now, under the unreserved urging of the two masters of Zhao Wenzhan Hall, the light is endless, gorgeous and colorful.

Seven or eight supreme powerhouses represent the peak combat power of Qingfeng Cave, and each of them is not inferior to Zhao Wen and others, all of whom are powerhouses in the Shattered Infant Realm.

One of them, dressed in gray, seemed to contain a sea of stars in his eyes, and at this time, his eyes turned, and the heaven and earth vitality within a radius of a hundred miles was gathered in an instant, turning into nine tornadoes of thousands of zhang in size.

The wind and clouds are the essence of the blow that surpasses most magical spells, and it can be clearly seen that there are layers of space debris in the depths of the tornado, which seem to tear everything apart.

Boom, the Demon Cloud Cave Formation soared up, like the strongest place in the world, and there was an earth-shattering sound that resounded to the nine heavens. Its majesty swept everywhere.

Outside the endless mountain ranges, some mountains shook, and the demon beasts roared, and even the few demon beasts of the Huadan Realm were subdued by the coercion, and they were terrified.

Zhao Wen was in the Demon Cloud Cave, a spear crossed the air, turning into a monstrous dragon, with a roar, the dragon's tail swept away, lifelike, as if a real dragon was born.

The magic weapon of the ancients, the greedy color in the gray monk's eyes flashed, and the nine tornadoes that permeated his body suddenly erupted, heading towards the dragon, wanting to tear the dragon apart.

At this moment, another extremely strong man walked into the void and spat out a ghostly light from his mouth.

This ghostly light grows when it encounters the wind, and if you look closely, it turns out to be a purple gold gourd, which is covered with countless veins, each of which is filled with a strong aura.

The purple gold gourd shook all over, and from the mouth of the bottle, three sharp rays of light pierced the void and slashed the formation.

This is a battle that belongs to the strong, and if you move, the space will be broken, and it will be difficult to heal in a short time.

The master of the battle hall also used all his strength, and a long sword was born, turning into thousands of zhang of sword, and killing the incoming person.

The main cultivation of the battle hall is very high, and its swordsmanship is fierce, which makes everyone extremely jealous.

One of the monks in the Qingfeng Cave burst into a roar, and his size suddenly grew larger, turning into a giant like Tarzan, and he raised his fists and attacked the sword light.

Zhao Wen and the Battle Hall Master took advantage of the terrain and used the formation to resist the seven powerhouses of the Qingfeng Cave.

After a long time, the coercion swept away, and even the clouds in the sky were shattered.

Suddenly, from the depths of the Bone Battleship, a cold snort came out.

I didn't expect that the boys back then had grown into a generation of strong men, and they could stand alone.

A monk in a light blue robe, seemingly middle-aged, flew out of the bone battleship and opened his mouth lightly.

When this monk appeared, Zhao Wen's expressions changed suddenly, and he exclaimed: Qingnan, have you returned from the battlefield?

Qing Nan was a strong man in the same period of Tianyuan, and when Zhao Wen and the others were still monks in the Nine Spirit Realm, they were already a strong man with broken babies in all directions.

Now that a thousand years have passed, and when they return from the battlefield, their cultivation will definitely reach the peak, and they can't help but change their color.

Since you know my name, why don't you open the formation, I will leave you all corpses, Qingnan said lightly, as if all this should be taken for granted.

Hmph, forgive me, the battle hall master's expression changed and he spoke fiercely, the two of them didn't plan to leave alive today.

Zhao Wen's expression was solemn and he didn't speak, but he could be arrested, why not a fool's dream.

If this Xuanying Dust Formation was back then, if I wanted to break it, I might have to scrap my hands and feet, but now it is ...... Vulnerable.

Qingnan's long sleeves waved, and suddenly the sky and the earth changed color, in the void, thunder bursts, in an instant, a black mountain peak suddenly appeared, and hundreds of miles of heaven and earth yuan power suddenly surged, and the mountain peak suddenly turned into a giant peak in the sky, smashing towards the Demon Cloud Cave formation.

Boom, an earth-shattering sound suddenly sounded, "Click", the formation that the seven powerhouses had not been able to attack for a long time suddenly appeared a crack.

The battle hall master suddenly changed color, and suddenly spit out several complex and incomprehensible formulas in his mouth, and his hand was not slow, and hundreds of marks formed in an instant.

The Xuanying Dust Formation suddenly unfolded, and dazzling light curtains suddenly appeared in the void, like an inverted bowl protecting the Demon Cloud Cave Mountain Gate inside.

"Hmph, this array was created by Tian Yuan, if there is a person in my realm in charge, the old man will retreat immediately, and he will never dare to stay for half a minute, but now he ......", vulnerable to a blow!

Qing Nan smiled disdainfully, the sky giant peak, in an instant, fell, and the light curtain shook.

The earth-shaking sound kept ringing, and the giant peak of the sky was like a giant hammer, blocking most of the sky, like striking iron, falling towards the bank of the Tongtian River again and again.

The light curtain shattered layer by layer, and the distant mountains were affected by the aftermath, like an earthquake, some demon beasts were shocked to death, even the demon beasts of the Nine Spirit Realm could not avoid it, and the demon beasts of the Huadan Realm could stay away from this area, and they could withstand such a coercion very far away.

Rumble...... Rumble...... Rumble!

There were four sounds in a row, earth-shattering, like the sky collapsing, like the earth cracking, and every time it sounded, the two people who controlled the formation in the formation spat blood.

"Click", the formation suddenly shattered.

Qingnan's big hand waved, like a dark cloud covering the top, and the giant peak shrank infinitely and turned into dozens of zhang in size, until Zhao Wen and the others.

The battle hall master staggered back, wanting to pinch the trick to resist, but he didn't react in a hurry, because the speed of the dark mountain peak was too fast, as if teleporting, the two of them were suppressed by the mountain.

Suddenly, an endless mist of blood filled the air. There was no scream, no pain, only rampant laughter, and after the two powerhouses of the Broken Infant Realm were killed alive because they were guarding the mountain gate.

The seven powerhouses who were moving in the breeze suddenly raised the corners of their mouths and showed a smile.

At this time, the four ruins in the Demon Cloud Cave clearly appeared in front of their eyes, and they had an unobstructed view of it.

The white jade stairs were layered on top of each other, emitting a ghostly light, and a trace of blood fell on the top of it forever.

At the same time, on Longxiang Mountain, a purple spaceship was just approaching.

At the moment when Zhao Wen and the Battle Hall Master fell, the bodies of the Clear Cold Hall Lord and the Law Enforcement Hall Master on the spaceship trembled at the same time, and their eyes were closed for a long time, and when they opened, their pupils were like the sea, and the wind suddenly rose, causing a monstrous wave.

He Void looked at the gaze of the cold hall lord, and guessed something in his heart, the two strong men fell like this, He Void could only sigh in his heart, they had no intersection, and he didn't need to be sad.

Looking ahead, Longxiang Mountain came into view, and a trace of waves flashed in He Xukong's eyes.

Longxiang Mountain is also a blessed place in the cave, towering into the clouds, majestic and magnificent, there are countless cranes flying on it, the height of its clouds, but the mountainside, there are eagles spreading their wings on the white clouds, the energy of heaven and earth is extremely rich, and the light curtain of the formation looms.

As the name suggests, the mountain is like a dragon lying down, like a giant elephant surrendering, if Qingyun Mountain is compared to a small hill, this dragon elephant mountain is the sky giant peak.

The spaceship slowly flew into Longxiang Mountain, and all the disciples were in a state of melancholy.

Although He Void is not outstanding among the disciples now, his talent is unmatched except for shocking the world, so the Qingleng Hall Master and the Law Enforcement Hall Master value it very much.

In the Dragon Elephant Mountain, the space is extremely large, and the Spirit Gathering Formation continuously absorbs the energy in the void and gathers in the mountain.

After hundreds of years of development, there is a big gap between Longxiang Mountain and the bank of the Tongtian River, but there are also some caves.

More than a dozen disciples entered the mountain like dust.

The Qingleng Hall Master and the Law Enforcement Hall Master were very tired today, and they signaled them to find the cave mansion to cultivate at will before flying to the top of the mountain.

Although the Demon Cloud Cave is not a peak force on the south side of Youzhou, it is also dominant, just because its ancestor fell on the battlefield, it will collapse, and there is no place for reversal.

The two remaining Demon Cloud Cave leaders were thinking about their future development, and the dozen or so disciples did not have the intention of fighting now, but each looked for a place to cultivate and scattered.