On the eighth floor of Jiuxuan Building, there is almost no sound here, and in the spacious and elegant building, the seven elders of Xuanji City are lined up, and on one side, there are three old men sitting upright.

The first person is dressed in a gray cloth robe, a few sparse strands of messy hair on the top of his head are windless and automatic, stubbornly swaying, under the deep sunken eyelids, a sallow and rigid face, and there is no trace of emotion.

In his left hand, because of the black-clothed farmer, his two sleeves were rolled up high, and his blue-brown arms like iron bumps were leaking, and he was carrying an earthy yellow cloth jacket on his shoulder, and in his left hand he was holding a copper pole more than two feet long, and he didn't know what it was for.

On the right hand, a woman dressed in white but embroidered with black edges, with a smile on her face, a pair of bright and watery spirits, constantly playing with the ribbon from her waist in her hands, showing that she is not in line with her age.

These three are almost difficult to appear on weekdays, but today because of the changes in Jiuxuan Tower, they appeared on the eighth floor of Jiuxuan Tower at some point, which happened to block the road of the seven elders in Xuanji City.

The mysterious old man finally followed the meaning of the crane worry-free, and did not embarrass the Yun family (Zhou Hao), but he also carefully and carefully investigated it, and after leaving, even the Jiuxuan Tower, which evoked countless memories, became ignorant, and his mind was full of the wonderful cultivation methods of the Yun family (Zhou Hao).

Yes, the mysterious old man surnamed Lan did not hesitate to use a trace of origin in the end, wasting an opportunity to confirm the spiritual root qualification of the Yun family (Zhou Hao). However, to his surprise, the Yun Clan (Zhou Hao), who seemed to be the best single spirit root qualification before, was actually just a kid with fire and earth spirit root qualifications, but how did the powerful scorching flame power he controlled cultivate to the fourth order?

The two middle-aged monks behind him were always quiet, crossing the eighth floor, the mysterious old man still had no intention of stopping his pace, and he didn't even look at the three monks who were sitting like clay sculptures and wood carvings.

The seven elders of Xuanji City, when they saw the old man, they did not rush to surround him, and the vision of the Yuanying monk was vast, and he did not show the slightest.

"Fellow Daoist, go upstairs slowly" An old and dry voice, beside the steps of the mysterious old man, only to hear the old monk who was the leader continued: "The building is high and steep, it is not easy to climb up, and if you go up to the next floor, something may happen, why not sit down and talk about a game with the old man?"

"Oh!" the mysterious old man waited for a while, gathered his scattered thoughts, looked to the left-hand side, made an appointment with the seven elders of Xuanji, and finally fixed on the figure of the three steady Taishan.

In the eyes that were as silent as a secluded pool, a sharp color flashed, and he slowly spoke: "Heh, hand talk, the old man has long lost that interest, a dying person who can't even understand the gods, and has the leisure to find someone to get some inexplicable things, it is really innocent to die." ”

Although the seven elders of Xuanji have already been instructed by the mysterious old man and opened their eyes, after all, they have not yet begun to correct their own cultivation, but the reason why these three people in front of them do not provoke and offend is that these three people, like the seven of themselves, are also the backers behind the scenes of the Nine Xuan Tower, and if you talk about cultivation alone, even if you talk about the highest old man among the seven elders, it is not as good as the old man who is the leader.

Now it has been concluded by the mysterious old man, the dying person, the god is hidden, these are enough to move the Yuanying monk, but it seems that in the eyes of the mysterious old man, he can understand the root of it just by looking at it.

Nine eyes, like a sharp sword, pierced the body of the old man with sparse hair, and the whole person couldn't stop shaking like a sifting chaff, even with his half-step cultivation of turning into a god, it was difficult to suppress, excited, bitter, shocked, cold sweat continued to ooze out on the sparse and scorched scalp, and there was still a trace of ruddy lips, which were bitten white.

The male and female monks in black and white clothes on the left and right each stretched out their hands to grab the old man, trying their best to comfort his excited heart, and also turned his eyes to the mysterious old man.

"What, don't believe it or don't accept it?" The old man's eyes were slightly cold, and he spoke lightly.

A monk who was so powerful that even the seven Yuan Infant Monks did not want to offend easily, but at this moment, because of a word, he almost lost control of his emotions. After half an hour, the old man with withered hair said slowly: "This senior is invited, the younger generation is three hundred and seventy-five generations of Xuanji, Mo Lao Diao has seen his predecessors, please ask the senior to guide him, and the old eagle is grateful." ”

Shocking news, Xuanji three hundred and seventy-five generations of heirs, how long the age of the monks, even because of the fighting, a force that has been inherited for more than three hundred and seventy generations, how many years does it take to make it so long, Xuanji Seven Old Men scalp numb, feeling sad for their previous short-sightedness. And what makes people even more reverie is that this old man actually broke through the other party's cultivation realm in one mouth.

The mysterious old man leaked a few traces of gentleness and killing intent at the moment when the old man signed up, and an existence that surpassed the Yuanying Monk suddenly almost caused the wind and clouds between heaven and earth to change color, and the eighth floor of Jiuxuan Building suddenly erupted with a terrifying aura like a prison.

Zhou Hao and the three of them are all foundation building monks, even if they don't use magic weapons and spiritual weapons, they can fly for a short time, and out of the Jiuxuan Tower, Zhou Hao and the three of them did not wait stupidly for the city lord of Minyang, and fell to the ground at great speed.

Tom, Zhou Hao landed for the first time, but the sound was dumbfounded, fortunately, there was still spiritual power, so he would not break or smash a pit on the ground. The crane was worry-free, and Huang Zhonglu landed immediately. At this moment, outside the Jiuxuan Tower, there were only a small number of monks, including more than a dozen Xuanji City guards, and Zhou Hao and the three of them fell from the sky, instantly detonating the refugees in all directions, and they were tortured.

After all, Huang Zhonglu had not been relieved of his duties as the captain of the guard, and immediately shouted, "All monks, mortals, whatever you are doing, stay away from this place immediately." ”

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and the monk, who had already experienced a painful turmoil, was not completely at peace, and was immediately startled by this sudden battle and fled quickly.

"Hahaha! It's really good! I want to see what you are capable of?" The city lord of Minyang fell from the sky lightly, his eyes full of pride.

Without waiting for the three of them to refute, the spell that split the head and covered the face was scattered like a storm, this time without a little scruple and forbearance, and the spiritual power of the Jindan peak monk all exploded.

"Huh!" The mysterious old man was about to speak, but suddenly noticed a riot with a trace of cathode power, and immediately gave up his actions.

Finally, walking by the window, looking down at the ground dozens of zhang away, the three foundation building monks, forming a triangular formation, burst out with powerful spiritual power spells to attack a Jindan peak monk, and they actually fought well.

After seeing the battle clearly, the mysterious old man did not have a trace of anxiety, but became interested, as if he said casually: "Mo? Xuanji clan, in the official genealogy of the Li clan, how could there ever be a surname Mo? When the Xuanji Holy Maiden escaped from the world, only Ke, Yao, Mo, and the retainers of the three clans were left behind, and time has passed, but this inheritance is not known whether it is intermittent or continuous, and I don't know that it will be self-sustaining with the Xuanji clan!"

In the backstage of the three Jiuxuan Buildings, two men and one woman and three monks, except for the old man with withered and dry hair who is a half-step god, the other two are also the cultivation of the peak of the Yuan Infant, but at this moment, their faces are also red, and their eyes are full of shock and excitement.

The female cultivator's mind was delicate and soft, and she was even more intelligent, and asked softly for a moment: "This senior, what you said is a secret of your own clan, and it must be related to your own clan, but the main sect of my Xuanji clan has always only been dominated by Xuanji, but I have never heard of a man born, but I don't know what is the relationship between my predecessor and the main sect?"

The woman's breath followed the question, and the recovery was unfathomable, although the Xuanji clan has stood for tens of thousands of years, during which the inheritance can be described as difficult, and the three people and the ancestors have gone through a lot of hardships, it is not easy to keep this foundation, the real inheritance essence has been broken in several disasters, even some of the classics about the main sect of the clan seal are missing, but after all, there are still some circulation, and as the strongest three people in the contemporary Jiuxuan Building, they are naturally familiar with the ancient classics, and they are looking forward to recovering the inheritance all the time, and they are willing to return to the main sect.

However, the mysterious old man didn't say a word more, and his eyes were calm but he was looking at the desperate fight of the four people downstairs, but in this short moment, Crane Wuwu, Zhou Hao, and Huang Zhonglu were already desperate, and Jindan was also high and low, and the city lord of Minyang in front of him was already a peak monk of Jindan, and as the lord of a city in Seven Star City, he was also a descendant of the power of Tianyanzong, a behemoth.

From his background alone, he is not comparable to the wild monks, on the other hand, his own qualifications and comprehension are by no means ordinary people, otherwise he would not be able to take on and control a blessed land of millions of mortals and tens of thousands of miles.

Therefore, leaving Jiuxuan Tower, not only Zhou Hao and the three of them can let go of their hands and feet, but also treat him. And in the face of the city lord of Minyang who came to cover up with all his might, Zhou Hao, He Wuwu, and Huang Zhonglu could only fight for their lives.

The first person to be injured was Huang Zhonglu, don't look at it as the highest cultivation realm among the three, but in fact, it is not necessarily more powerful than those with low cultivation, and Crane Wuwu is carrying a purple jade rune, although he is not afraid of this level of attack, but it is easy to be shocked by powerful spiritual power. Among the three, the Yun clan (Zhou Hao) is the most hated and the most important target of the city lord of Minyang, and the attack he faces is also the most ruthless.

On the other hand, Zhou Hao lost the control of the fire spirit power with strong attack power, and could only use the revived power of the earth spirit to fight, the earth is not famous for its attack power, but it is strong in defense, so Zhou Hao can only step on the earth, with the help of a steady stream of earth power, to fight against the Jindan monk, and the result is obviously not very ideal.

The city lord of Minyang was condescending, looking down at the three of them like a killing god, Huang Zhonglu's mouth was bloodstained, his face was like gold paper, and the corners of his mouth were white, and his breath fluctuated, Zhou Hao was embarrassed and ragged, but he was the only one with a high breath.

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