Bang!

Soul Yuan's body, with a thud, fell out of the spatial crack like a demon's mouth.

There was a deep mark on his chest, which was obviously the masterpiece of the ancient sage who had returned to the ruins.

"Poof......

After the soul abyss landed, he suddenly opened his mouth and spewed out a large mouthful of blood.

His breath actually started at this moment and fell down.

Everyone's hearts were shocked, Lord Soul Yuan, who was in the Nine Turns Pseudo-Emperor Realm, was actually injured so badly?

Jiang Mo also didn't expect that the ancient sage of Guiru seemed to have no strength to show off the mountains and water, but when it came to really fighting, it was so terrifying!

"Today's crisis may be solved. ”

The moment Soul Yuan was seriously injured, the end was doomed.

Although the overall strength of the Miluo Heavenly Palace is slightly stronger than that of the Zhentian Pavilion, as the leading figure, if Soul Yuan is defeated, the military spirit of the Miluo Heavenly Palace will collapse in an instant.

"God bless my town Heavenly Pavilion!"

Many monks sighed in their hearts, full of joy.

"Lord Soul Abyss, are you alright?"

Tu Sandao and many other strong people went to gather around the soul abyss and asked.

However, Soul Yuan ignored them, looked at the huge phantom in the void, and said, "I have learned Your Excellency's mastery." Within ten years, I will not be in the Heavenly Palace, and I will not set foot in the Zhentian Pavilion for half a step. However, after 10 years, my strength will definitely improve. I hope you don't let me down. ”

When Soul Yuan said this, there was an uproar around him.

His words undoubtedly carry a lot of weight.

As the first person under the empress, a genuine powerhouse of the Nine Turns Pseudo-Emperor Realm, since he said that within ten years, he would no longer set foot in Zhentian Pavilion, no one would step into half a step.

Although Her Majesty the Empress has the strength of the Martial Emperor Realm, the problem is that once she makes a move, this space, I am afraid that in an instant, it will fall apart and it will not be able to withstand it at all.

Even Soul Yuan is not the opponent of the ancient sage who returns to the ruins, just ask, in the entire Miluo Heavenly Palace, who else dares to come and challenge?

What's the difference between that and looking for death?

"Let's go!"

Soul Yuan is not a person who drags mud and water, he waved his big hand and took the lead in breaking through the air.

After he left, those monks of the Miluo Heavenly Palace, although they were unwilling, could only obey the order, and one by one the figures broke through the air, leaving behind the devastated Zhentian Pavilion.

"Boom!"

Not long after Soul Yuan and the others left, the body of the ancient sage who returned to the ruins fell from the sky with a bang.

The surrounding void shook, and everyone's hearts were shocked.

Is this the patron saint of Zhentian Pavilion?

It's really very strong!

"Since the predecessors have the strength to hit the soul abyss hard, why don't you cut the grass and eradicate the roots?"

Jiang Mo asked.

If a powerhouse of the Nine-Turn Pseudo-Emperor Realm can behead him, it is equivalent to breaking his right arm for Miluo Heavenly Palace.

"Ahem......"

Guixu Gu Xian suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, and his breath was also extremely disordered at this time.

From this point of view, he hit the soul abyss hard, and he himself was not happy.

At the same time, Jiang Mo also felt that the aura of the surrounding Gu Sages was also declining.

The battle between him and the soul abyss was far more fierce than everyone imagined.

"Not to mention, a nine-turn pseudo-emperor wants to leave with all his might, can the old decay keep him. Even if he can keep it, if he fights to the death with all his might, I'm afraid that no one on Zhentian Pavilion's side will be spared. ”

"Everybody, all of you are going to die in the aftermath of the battle. Even you, the lord, can't escape. ”

Guiru Gu Xian paused, and then said: "Besides, the old decay fought with that soul abyss, and he himself was also injured a lot, and now the strength of the old decay has dropped by at least three layers!"

Hearing his words, Jiang Mo was slightly shocked in his heart.

If you think about it carefully, the words of the ancient sages are not unreasonable.

His strength had dropped by three layers, which was not good news for Zhentian Pavilion.

"But fortunately, the predecessors single-handedly made the Miluo Heavenly Palace unable to attack again within ten years. This gave me the opportunity to recuperate for ten years. ”

"In the past ten years, I will do my best to make the overall strength of Zhentian Pavilion take a leap!"

Jiang Mo said solemnly.

Guixu Guxian nodded, ten years, he can still protect Zhentian Pavilion for another ten years.

Everyone put down a boulder in their hearts, and the strong attack of the Miluo Heavenly Palace was like a nightmare for those ordinary disciples and elders.

Now, the nightmare is finally behind us.

Everyone's tense nerves relaxed, and at the same time, in their hearts, they secretly made up their minds that no matter what, in the next ten years, they would also practice hard.

When the Miluo Heavenly Palace comes again, they must be allowed to have no return!

Just as everyone was resting for a while, there was a whistling and piercing sound of breaking wind in the distant sky.

At the same time, with several vast and profound breaths, they swept towards this side.

"Could it be that the people of the Miluo Heavenly Palace go and return?"

A high-ranking elder of the Zhentian Pavilion worried.

"It's not like them. ”

Jiang Mo shook his head and looked at the void.

I saw a golden light, like a meteorite, falling from the sky, and the strong wind pressure made the boulders on the ground turn into powder.

"Where is Jiang Mo, the Pavilion Master of Zhentian Pavilion?"

A vast sound, like thunder, resounded in the sky above the Zhentian Pavilion.

The golden light also gradually became clear, it was a monk in a golden robe, the golden robe pavilion elder of the underground palace!

Yao Feng is one of the few Golden Robe Pavilion elders in the underground palace, he has the strength of the eight-turn pseudo-emperor realm, even in the underground palace, he is also a high-ranking and powerful existence.

Behind him, there were two black-robed pavilion elders, standing solemnly.

The invisible terrifying coercion was released, causing many monks in Zhentian Pavilion to turn a little pale.

The attack of the Miluo Heavenly Palace has just been repulsed, and now, is there another wave of strong enemies?

It's really a house leak that happened to rain overnight!

"What advice do you have?"

Jiang Mo chopped the soles of his feet, and his figure rose into the air.

There are many strong people in Zhentian Pavilion, guarding him on his side.

"Don't dare to advise, the elder of my underground palace, but he is imprisoned here?"

Yao Feng asked coldly.

The black butterfly condensed with Fan Xue's natal blood and qi crossed an unknown distance and transmitted the news back to the underground palace.

Therefore, Yao Feng naturally knew in his heart that Fan Xue was imprisoned here.

Hundreds of years have passed, and these forces in the Land of Ruins have really forgotten the lessons of the past.

Have you forgotten how the gold-level power was wiped out overnight?

Now they dare to imprison the old people in the underground palace?

Yao Feng sneered in his heart.

Jiang Mo frowned and said, "I don't know what the underground palace is, and I don't know what the pavilion elder is. ”

"So far, do you still want to admit it? So, take a look, have you ever seen this person?"

Yao Feng spread out a portrait of Fan Xue and threw it towards Jiang Mo.

After seeing this portrait, Jiang Mo already understood in his heart that the people of the underground palace would not give up easily.

(End of chapter)