"Poof!"

At the moment when the formation was broken, Jun Mochen and Yutai Jingya in the distance spurted out a mouthful of reverse blood almost at the same time, and retreated several steps one after another.

Previously, the two of them had reached a balance point by forcibly urging their spiritual power, which happened to be able to compete with the attacks formed by the Eight Holy Sites.

And Wu Tianqiong's punch broke this balance in an instant, and the price of this balance being broken was that the person who supported the formation was killed by the formation in that instant!

In an instant, Jun Mochen's face turned pale, and he saw that between the blood pupils in the center of his eyes, it was red at this time, as if blood was oozing out, giving people a very terrifying feeling.

A full eight Heavenly Rank Killing Array counterattacked at the same time, even if Jun Mochen's divine soul was strong, it was a little uncomfortable at this time.

Jun Mochen shook his head lightly, forcibly maintaining his consciousness: "This feeling of mental overdraft is really not good. ”

"Still failed?"

Yutai Jingya suddenly stabilized her figure, a little cold color appeared in her eyes, and when she looked at the Martial Heaven Vault, she was even more wrapped in a rolling killing machine: "Martial Heaven Vault, you are despicable." ”

The corners of Wu Tianqiong's mouth hooked slightly, and he looked at Tantai Jingya with a little sarcasm in his eyes: "Tantai Jingya, don't worry, wait for me to solve this kid first, and then I will send you to see him!"

"Not good!"

When Tantai Jingya heard this, her face suddenly changed, and she looked at Jun Mochen not far away.

Although the distance between the two is not particularly far now, but now she was seriously injured by the backlash of the killing array, in this case, self-protection is already extremely painful, as for saving Jun Mochen from Wu Tianqiong, it is even more difficult!

However, Wu Tianqiong didn't give Yutai Jingya the slightest chance to come back to his senses, he suddenly stepped into the void, and the whole person burst out like a meteor, and the terrifying aura instantly shrouded Jun Mochen in it, blocking the void in all directions!

"Boom!"

Wu Tianqiong swept out with a punch, with such momentum, as if he was going to blast Jun Mochen directly into powder.

"Brush, brush!"

Between the seats, several figures stood up almost at the same time, staring solemnly into the sky.

"Whoa—"

And at this moment, there was a sudden sound of breaking the sky.

Saw.

Between the vast mountains below, suddenly the mountains and rocks cracked, and a blood-black divine light rose up to the sky, heading straight for the Wutian Vault.

This blood-black divine light pierced the sky, like a meteor, bright and dazzling.

And that Martial Heavenly Dome, in an instant, felt a cold feeling rushing straight to the Heavenly Spirit Cover.

'Brush!'

The terrifying sense of crisis hit, and Wu Tianqiong didn't have time to react at all, and the punch that was just ready to be launched suddenly changed direction and slammed out towards the rear.

"Boom!"

At this moment, the heavens and the earth trembled, and everyone seemed to feel that time and space were frozen for a moment.

And the next moment.

Everyone's pupils plummeted.

The ghostly light that rushed to the sky actually bloomed with a brilliant light at the moment it came into contact with Wu Tianqiong's fist, and in just a moment, Wu Tianqiong's body exploded towards the rear like a cannonball.

Wow!

Wu Tianqiong exploded and retreated for hundreds of meters one after another, so as to stabilize his figure.

"Poof. ”

Wu Tianqiong covered his chest, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his eyes looked at the figure in front of Jun Mochen.

At this time.

Ling Qingxuan didn't know when he came to Jun Mochen's body, and between his body, the demonic energy was rolling, and his eyes were mixed with terrifying anger.

"Brush!"

She waved her hand lightly, and suddenly, that ghostly light burst back in an instant, floating on Ling Qingxuan's side.

Saw.

It was a blood-colored magic sword, and the whole body of the sword seemed to be watered by painstaking efforts, and there were thousands of black mysterious patterns on it, like a mandala flower from the netherworld, giving people a sense of deadly threat.

"Is this the magic sword of the Demon Sword Spirit Family? Sure enough...... The rumors are true. Between the seats, when Ye Lingjun saw this scene, he slowly sat down, and his eyes bloomed with a little essence.

Although he is not a demon cultivator, but he is a sword cultivator, this sword is a magic weapon, and it is also a peerless divine sword.

Meanwhile.

High in the sky, Ling Qingxuan's eyes were cold, looking at the Wutian Dome in front of him, without the slightest emotion, that kind of gaze, as if a giant dragon was looking down on the ants: "The sixty-seventh sect leader of the Martial Sect, Wutianqiong." ”

Being stared at by the other party with this kind of gaze, Wu Tianqiong even forgot about his injury, but he felt a tightness in his chest, and there was an uncomfortable feeling all over his body.

"Today, everyone involved in this has to pay a price. ”

And the next moment, Ling Qingxuan retracted his gaze, and the cold voice fell, and then, regardless of Wu Tianqiong's expression, he closed his eyes.

Airplanes!

The divine patterns between her fingers flickered, and sword patterns fell on the magic sword in front of her.

As the marks fell, a faint light gradually bloomed between the magic swords.

"Ling Qingxuan, this is the Holy Martial Spirit Mountain, this is the territory of my temple, you must be too presumptuous!" Lin Ruyuan saw this scene, his pupils froze, and he snorted violently.

However, what responded to him was the fall of Ling Qingxuan's last imprint.

"Buzz!"

With the formation of the sword pattern, the magic sword trembled suddenly, and the ghostly light bloomed, and thousands of demonic qi rushed out of it, and in an instant, all over the sky, there was a terrifying blood-colored magic light flickering.

Ling Qingxuan suddenly opened his eyes at this time, and looked at Lin Ruyuan below.

"I'm presumptuous, so what!?"

The corners of Ling Qingxuan's mouth hooked up a sneer, and suddenly made a move with his palm.

"In my name, summon the power of the demon sword!"

Ling Qingxuan snorted.

"Boom!"

The demonic qi in the sky quickly gathered in an instant, and in an instant, it seemed to turn into a divine dragon emitting blood, and suddenly fell towards the mountains.

"Ah......h

Between the mountains, the screams continued.

Under the sweep of this terrifying blood-colored demonic aura, countless monks wearing golden armor smashed into pieces, turning into clouds of blood mist, and then being swallowed by the demonic qi, leaving no trace.

"Damn it!"

When Lin Ruyuan saw this scene, his eyes suddenly turned a little red again: "Ling Qingxuan, do you want to repeat what happened at the beginning, aren't you afraid that my Temple Emperor Realm powerhouse will come!?"

"A repeat?"

Ling Qingxuan squinted slightly, and a sharp glint flashed under her eyes.

"Brush!"

Ling Qingxuan's fingers swiped lightly out of thin air.

Bang!

The magic sword in the sky trembled suddenly, as if it had spiritual intelligence, and it exploded towards Lin Ruyuan with a bang.