The Heavenly Demon Saintess held the scroll high in her hand, the heavens and the earth seemed to be turning and the stars were moving in an instant, and the demonic energy of the forest and the wilderness all over the sky melted away, and a vicissitudes of life and simplicity filled the heaven and earth, that kind of majestic ancient charm, which made people feel like falling into a dream, giving birth to a sense of amazement that I don't know what year it is?

The monks of the two realms of righteousness and demons couldn't help but look up, but saw that in the ancient vicissitudes of the painting, there was a blur of Lu Li's strange light, even if they tried their best to see, they couldn't see anything, and could only vaguely distinguish a figure.

This painting, held in the hand of the Heavenly Demon Holy Maiden, seems to be a cloud, ethereal and unprovoked, falling in everyone's eyes, they will stubbornly believe that what they see is a real scene, but the only person who can really see the figure clearly is the one who is locked by the Heavenly Demon Holy Goddess, and others can't get a glimpse of the true face.

Qianli Bing, the left head of the Xiantian Sect, stared at the painting with a dull expression, because what others saw was a vague shadow, and only the person he saw was really real, his eyes fell on the face of the person in the painting, his face instantly became strange, and he exclaimed with disbelief on his face: "How is it possible, it is impossible, how can it be him?" ”

"Qianzhangmen, who is this person?" The golden shadow rebuked, and the voice was full of surprise.

"What? Who is he? The tone of the Heavenly Demon Holy Maiden was eager, and she also never expected that this Thousand Masters would actually recognize the person in the portrait.

"Your Majesty, that's the ......"

Before Qianli Bing's words were finished, a brilliant sword light suddenly swept out of the painting scroll. His head flew high into the sky, and the sound stopped abruptly in an instant, and before he could even scream, the headless corpse fell stiffly to the ground.

"Bang"!

The bloody head fell to the ground, dripping and rolling at the feet of the golden shadow, the expression of horror and astonishment fixed on the face, as if seeing something unbelievable, a mouth opened like a thirsty fish, and wanted to say something before dying, but never said anything. His eyes were wide open, and he couldn't bat himself.

"This ......"

The golden shadow couldn't help but take two steps back. The expression on his face was also frightened and inexplicable, his calculation was indeed correct, Qianli Bing's death was expected, but it was also unexpected.

Although Qianli Ice died extremely badly. But he got an important message. It's the middle-aged swordsman in the portrait. He must have seen this man, not only did he see, but the golden shadow had also seen it. Who is this person?

Just when everyone was frightened and suspicious, in the portrait in the hand of the Heavenly Demon Holy Maiden, suddenly a light appeared, as if a round of scorching sun was lit up in the darkness, and a vast sword qi burst out.

Heaven and earth changed color in an instant, and that sword qi was like an ancient spirit sword, containing the power of destroying the heavens and the earth, and shot out in the portrait, as if the scorching sun swept across the sky, and the void was crumbling, and no one could resist the majesty in it.

That sword qi seemed to contain the power of the five elements, with a sharpness that could not be used as gold; It has the flexibility of endless wood, and the tolerance of all rivers and rivers; There is a fierce and untamed rage; It has a heaviness that is as immovable as a mountain soil.

That sword qi has a peerless majesty, as if a godless emperor reset the country, can split the mountains and rivers, can cut the earth, can cut off the rivers, can make everything tremble and prostrate, the monks present are nothing more than that, they can't help but kneel on the ground and worship towards that sword qi.

But only Mo Wentian was in addition, but that sword qi made him have an epiphany in an instant, only to feel that the five elements aura in the dantian was stirring like a tide, and the silent golden pill was about to move, and it seemed that he had some understanding of the power of the origin of the five elements, which was an extremely rare baptism of cultivation.

With a 'boom', the sword qi exploded in mid-air, turning into ten extremely powerful sword rays, shooting towards the ten stone doors of the True King's Mausoleum, like thunder.

Every sword ray, as long as he glanced at it, felt that his eyes were in sharp pain, as if he was going to be blinded immediately, and contained a force comparable to that of the Dollar Infant True King, and they bombarded the ten stone doors respectively.

There was a loud bang, and the earth trembled ten times in a row, and the stone door leading to the tomb of the true king was completely pierced by the sword, revealing a swarthy hole, and the yin wind and ghost energy overflowed wildly inside, as if it was the ten open mouths of a monster.

The Heavenly Demon Holy Maiden's 'huh', the sudden change, made her a little unexpected, although there are some restrictions on starting the painting scroll every day, but she has always thought that she is in her own control, but now it is not the case, this painting scroll obviously has its own consciousness.

Just a little distraction, the Heavenly Demon Holy Maiden turned around, put away the painting scroll that contained infinite mystery, and floated into the stone door of the Heavenly Demon Palace like light smoke.

"The Heavenly Demon Mausoleum has been opened, when will you fellow Daoists stay?"

In an exclamation, the monks of the two realms of righteousness and demons woke up one after another, and poured into the ten stone doors like a tide, like a group of hungry wolves with empty stomachs, and when they suddenly found a fat sheep, they only thought of owning it, but they didn't care about anything else.

If you enter the tomb of the True King one step earlier, you will seize the first opportunity, everyone understands this truth, several genius disciples of the Heavenly Demon Sect are also not in addition, how can the inheritance left by the Heavenly Demon True King be handed over to outsiders in vain.

The Holy Maiden of Xuanyi giggled, carrying a fragrant wind of infinite temptation, and floated down in front of the stone door of the Hehuan Pavilion, with her bumpy plump fat buttocks, swaying as bewitching like a poppy.

There were two demon monks who stopped in front of her in astonishment, and they were about to make a move, but when their eyes fell on the infinitely tempting carcass, their eyes could no longer move half a minute, and their two mouths opened blankly, already salivating.

The Holy Maiden of Xuanyi smiled coquettishly, put a pair of slender hands on her towering chest, and said coquettishly: "Two brothers, you can't let others in again!" Otherwise, how could Xiaomei serve alone? ”

As soon as she finished speaking, she disappeared behind the stone door, leaving only a tempting scent of incense wafting through the air.

The two demonic monks stood on both sides of the stone gate of the Hehuan Pavilion with hideous expressions as if they were two fierce and vicious door gods, and no one thought of taking two steps forward.

The blood-devouring saint son sneered, the wound on his shoulder seemed to have healed for the most part, and a viscous blood mist floated down in front of the stone door of the blood pool, covering the head of a righteous monk who was about to rush in, and in a terrible scream, dragging the bloody corpse into the dark hole.

At this time, in front of the stone door of the Dry Bone Peak, the Holy Son of the Dry Bones stretched out his fingers with only bones, flicked the three words 'Dry Bone Peak' on the stone door, and muttered to himself: "Xuanyin Bone Refining Dafa, but the divine power that has been passed down in the hands of the old ancestor, how can it be flawed?" Maybe the answer lies in this stone door. ”

As soon as the words fell, he disappeared into the stone door, followed by the monks of the two sects of the righteous and demonic sects who frantically poured in, but he seemed to be turning a blind eye, and the person who could leave the Dry Bone Peak alive was only a white bone without any flesh and blood.

After a few of them, the Yin Corpse Holy Son jumped up lightly and swept into the stone door of the Yin Corpse Tomb, the black coffin floating behind him, following in unison.

"Wanqing! This familiar smell, have we come home? ”

Gusts of yin wind poured out from the entrance of the cave, mixed with a terrifying corpse qi, and the monks of the two realms of righteousness and demons who originally wanted to try their luck in the yin corpse mound all stopped outside with pale faces and stunned, and no one dared to step in.

And the golden shadow was originally a little hesitant, I don't know which cave to choose to enter, but when I glanced at the black coffin, my eyes flashed with thoughtful thoughts, and suddenly there was a flash of lightning all over my body, following behind the Yin Corpse Holy Son, and disappeared into the dark hole of the Yin Corpse Tomb.

The six genius disciples of the Heavenly Demon Sect had all swept away in that stone gate, leaving only Mo Wentian, an impostor, the earth-shattering sword qi in the portrait just now, containing the origin power of the five elements, allowing him to fall into a state of epiphany, obtaining unimaginable benefits, and there were originally some cultivation problems that were easily solved; Some of the thoughts hanging in my mind were immediately understood.

Not only did he have an understanding of the power of the five elements, but the bottleneck of the middle stage of the Jindan had been loosened, as long as the mana accumulated for a certain period of time, there was almost no obstacle to the promotion of the middle stage of the Jindan.

Just a sword aura in the portrait made his strength rise sharply, Mo Wentian only felt incredible, the middle-aged swordsman in the portrait, although he didn't know where the god was? But his cultivation is definitely above the Yuan Infant, maybe he is a master of the True Emperor Realm, because the power of the origin is not something that the Yuan Infant Realm can grasp in the first place.

And what's even more powerful is that he actually blended the Five Elements Origin together, which is simply an incredible thing, unless this person is the same as himself, a rare Five Elements Spiritual Root in the cultivation realm, otherwise he can't let the Five Elements Origin blend together.

A true emperor is enough to make countless powerhouses in the spiritual realm tremble, if the middle-aged swordsman is a true emperor, the true king of the moon demon is willing to destroy his physical body, lurking in the barbaric spiritual realm ordinary person, but it is not unreasonable, because the person she is looking for, if he is similar to this middle-aged swordsman in appearance, it is very likely to be his blood relative.

In the depths of his heart, Mo Wentian couldn't help but be fascinated, they were all practicing the Five Elements Aura in the dantian at the same time, if he got the guidance of the middle-aged swordsman, the ethereal and difficult road of cultivation from now on would be an incomparably smooth road, I am afraid that the Yuanying True King is just around the corner, and the four geniuses of the Frontier Spiritual Domain today are not worthy of lifting their shoes. (To be continued......)