"Foolish dreams!"

The Jindan monk of the Qianyun Sect sneered at the magic sword in his hand, everyone else shook their heads, and some people were full of helplessness in their hearts.

In the congenital period of Chu Zheng, the monk who attacked him in the Qianyun Sect was the Jindan period. Although Chu Zheng and the cold-blooded remnants of the battle were able to resist, they were also at a disadvantage. What's more, now everyone knows that the reason why Chu Zheng can fight against the cold-blooded cripple mainly depends on the battle robe he wears, which is definitely the best magic weapon level robe. There are also people who know that the strange-shaped ice blade in Chu Zheng's hand must be extraordinary.

Chu Zheng relied on these, but now he said that he wanted Brother Jin Dan of the Qianyun Sect to die?

The reality is so cruel, it's so sad. Chu Zheng is alone, and the Jindan monks of the Qianyun Sect have the Qianyun Sect as the backstage; Chu Zheng only has innate cultivation, but the monks of the Qianyun Sect are Jindan. In any way, the monks of the Qianyun Sect are hateful, and all bastards deserve to die. But no matter from that aspect, Chu Zheng could only endure it. That's the sorrow!

Chu Zheng did not fight back against the Jindan monk of the Qianyun Sect, and all the rhetoric was pale.

As soon as his mind moved, the earthy yellow and inconspicuous Yunjian gourd emitted a faint and inconspicuous light, and then the gourd stopper opened......

Airplanes......

Suddenly, the sky shuddered.

Whether it was the martial cultivator or the Fa cultivator who was fighting, whether it was the Great Zhou or the Xiyue monk, whether it was the opening of the vein condensation or the Yuanying Jindan, the weapons in everyone's hands couldn't help but let out a wail at this moment, and they couldn't help but tremble!

A flying sword the size of a thumb jumped out of the gourd's mouth, inconspicuously silvery-white, but exuding a trembling aura.

This breath is extremely sharp and piercing, this breath is huge and boundless like heaven and earth, and this breath is ethereal and irresistible.

"Heavenly ...... Celestial!" Zhou Xuanfeng's hair exploded, only to feel a cold breath spread from the tail vertebrae to the scalp, and he felt that his scalp was numb and terrifying.

The Yuanying monks were like this, and the other monks were even more unbearable. Everyone only felt stiff and cold sweat flowed down. The ordinary, little flying sword was far away from them, but everyone felt that the flying sword was right in front of them, just an inch in front of their eyes. They didn't dare to move, even if they did, they felt that they were looking for death, and none of them thought that they could dodge this inconspicuous-looking flying sword.

And facing this flying sword, the Jindan monk of the Qianyun Sect, who was locked by the flying sword from afar, was not unbearable at the moment, but blank. The mind went blank, the thinking went blank. All he had in his eyes was the flying sword, nothing else!

Airplanes......

The inconspicuous little flying sword trembled slightly, and the next moment it really appeared in front of the Jindan monk of the Qianyun Sect, just before his eyes, it appeared an inch away!

"Not ......" the ultimate danger stimulates the ultimate potential. Brother Jindan raised his head to the sky and let out an unwilling roar, and his mind was finally no longer blank. There was a thud and the mana shield opened.

But, all in vain!

The mana cover of the Jindan period is no different from the paper paste under the life-seeking soul chasing sword, and the small inconspicuous flying sword directly pierces through the mana cover, and it suddenly submerges between the eyebrows of the Jindan monk. There was no sound, no bang, no boom, it was so easy to pierce through, it was so easy to get in.

"No......" A roar full of despair, full of unwillingness, and from the soul spread in all directions. The body of the Qianyun Sect Jin Dan Monk, his magic robe, and his magic sword were cut and shattered by the extreme sharp aura in an instant, turning into thousands of fragments, and only a lone oval thumb cover size three patterns Jin Dan was suspended in the air. This is the Jindan Monk's Jindan, which contains the essence of the Jindan Monk's cultivation and contains his divine soul breath, as long as he passes a very high-level secret method, he can rely on Jindan to be reincarnated.

However, the Soul Chasing Sword not only seeks life but also chases souls. The inconspicuous little flying sword appeared out of thin air, hitting the golden pill at once.

With a bang, the golden pill shattered and turned into a little golden light, and the majestic aura blew a hurricane of spiritual energy, which instantly rushed out of the hundred zhang and completely integrated into the heaven and earth. This is the last essence of Brother Jindan, this is the condensation of Brother Jindan's life, and this moment returns to heaven and earth. At the same time, the Jindan monk of the Qianyun Sect is scattered!

The reincarnation that monks pay attention to, as long as there is a divine soul, they can be reincarnated, and those who are powerful can even be resurrected through secret methods. But at this moment, the soul of the Jindan monk of the Qianyun Sect was scattered, and he completely disappeared into the world.

"Heavenly ...... Treasure of Heaven and Man!" Zhou Xuanfeng clenched his teeth, but his teeth were still chattering.

Although Zhou Xuanfeng's voice trembled, the 100,000 monks on both sides could be heard clearly under the silence at this moment.

Celestials, in the eyes of the vast majority of people, will always be legends, and they have never seen celestials in their lives. And the legends of the celestials are always ethereal, and they always feel unreal. But this time, they deeply realized what a celestial man is, although it is only the so-called celestial relic treasure, but this breath makes them really feel that the celestial man is far beyond the Jindan Yuanying, which represents the breath of heaven and earth. And this breath really made them unable to resist anything, and it really made them tremble.

Their trembling came from the unknown, from this time beyond the previous cognition, but Zhou Xuanfeng's trembling came from his clear understanding that none of the 100,000 monks present knew better than him what a celestial man was, and no one knew better than him what the celestial relics meant. In the Great Zhou Dynasty, the Great Zhou Emperor Zhou Yuanchu had a celestial relic, which was a one-time celestial relic treasure that could only be used once, which was used to save the life of Zhou Yuanchu.

The relics of the celestials are not that the celestials have died, but that the celestials are a one-time treasure driven by the essence and blood of the celestials. The essence blood of the celestial man contains his comprehension and the power of the celestial, and a speck of dust will also have extraordinary power under the impregnation of the essence blood of the celestials.

Everyone looked at Chu Zheng in horror, looking at the inconspicuous gourd in Chu Zheng's hand. Many people suddenly remembered how ridiculous their thoughts were just now, and how ridiculous the thoughts of the Jindan monk of the Qianyun Sect were. At that time, their thoughts, their faces, were very ridiculous under this blow.

The person who said this sentence was killed by Chu Zheng in front of 100,000 monks, and his soul was scattered!

Chu Zheng's face was pale and he played with the sword gourd. It was also the first time he had used the Soul Seeking Sword, and he had only seen a celestial once, and a blow from the Soul Chasing Sword made him truly realize what the power of a celestial was!

Heaven and man are all ants!

This is the power of the celestials, this is the true power of the celestials!

Taking a deep breath, Chu Zheng knew very well that now was not the time to sigh, so he turned his head to look at the cold-blooded remnant, there was still a big enemy in front of him.

Catching up with Chu Zheng's calm gaze, the cold-blooded remnant only felt his heart beating wildly.

Bang!

With a muffled sound, blood burst out, and a blood-red figure rushed into the distance, disappearing into the sky in the blink of an eye, leaving only a drop of blood falling from the sky.

Cold-blooded, the commander of the Wang Tingwei of the Xiyue Tribe, the commander-in-chief of the Lancang Pass in the West of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and the commander of the 10,000 royal court guards, did not hesitate to cast the secret method of blood escape at this moment, and fled without leaving a moment.

The cold-blooded remnant was very aggrieved. As the commander-in-chief of the Lancang Pass Theater of the West Vietnamese Division, he didn't want to escape, but he knew better that he would never be able to avoid the attack of the Heavenly Relic. To stand there is to die!

The cold-blooded remnants were infinitely aggrieved in their hearts, and they wanted to look up to the sky and roar. I thought that Zhao Yingying, who didn't know the height of the sky and wanted to kill herself, was teasing herself, but in the end, I found out that someone was really teasing herself after making trouble for a long time, and it was Chu Zheng who was teasing herself. Chu Zheng can really kill himself at any time! Now the cold-blooded remnants understand why Chu Zheng is so confident to fight him. It's not that Chu Zheng is reckless, he can resist his own attack. Instead, Chu Zheng has the confidence in his heart, and he has the confidence to kill himself at any time. This made the cold-blooded remnants feel aggrieved and sad in their hearts.

"It's really fast!"

The most unwilling person to escape from the cold-blooded remnant was not Chu Zheng but Zhao Yingying, Zhao Yingying snorted angrily and pointed to the direction of the cold-blooded remnant's escape and shouted: "How can the current Qi refining Chenggang be like this, I am building the foundation, I will run away at every turn!

Tens of thousands of monks below mechanically turned their heads and looked at Zhao Yingying, whose face was flushed, in a daze.

You're amazing!

You're better than I thought!

I will serve Zhao Yingying, the county lord of Zhao Xiaojun!

Look at the people, this is just seventeen years old, just in the early stage of foundation building, and they have all beaten away two Qi refining Chenggang!

"What are you doing in a daze?" Chu Zheng glanced around at the monk frowning slightly, and said coldly, "Attack!"

All the Great Zhou monks immediately woke up.

"Kill!"

Tens of thousands of monks roared in unison, frantically pouring their attacks on the West Vietnamese monks.

The strength of the Xiyue monks was originally far lower than that of the Great Zhou monks, and the strength of the supporting pillars mainly relied on momentum and determination to die. But now that the cold-blooded remnants of the Xilan Cangguan have fled, the spirit of all the Xiyue monks seems to have disappeared in an instant. Even though they knew that they were dead left and right, and that they should die and live, they always felt that their bodies were empty, their arms wielding their weapons were limp, and the spells they threw were just as scattered.

After the Xilancang Pass, the 20,000 Xiyue Wuxiu who were like ants on a hot pot were not anxious at the moment, and some were just a panic. All the enthusiasm for the battle quickly dissipated at this moment.

The first Wu Xiu hesitated to look left and right, hesitated to look at the sequence, and found that no one was paying attention to him, or he deceived himself and felt that no one was paying attention to him, so he quietly and cautiously moved a small step back.

This small step was the last straw that broke the camel's back, and the 20,000 monks collapsed in an instant, like a flood that burst its embankment and rushed madly to the west.

Since the start of the war, the Xilancang Pass, which has resisted the Great Zhou monks for more than ten days, has been defeated for the first time even in the face of tens of thousands of monks who suddenly appeared, and in the face of the monks of the Western Yue tribe who are twice as large as their own Great Zhou monks still insist on fighting!

The rout of 20,000 Xiyue martial artists shattered the confidence of all Xiyue warriors and Xiyue monks. The tens of thousands of Xiyue Fa cultivators that were still left in the sky collapsed at the same time in an instant.

The stalemate of the Great Zhou Dynasty's attack on Western Vietnam was completely broken under the strategic planning of Chu Zheng and the cold-blooded remnants of Chu Zheng's repulsion, and hundreds of thousands of soldiers and tens of thousands of monks in the Lancang Pass in the West of the Western Yue Department were defeated!