Mo Ziyan's prestige is not obtained out of thin air, in terms of background, as a personal disciple of the Yan Demon, she can also be regarded as a famous family, in terms of strength, she can be compared to the top ten masters of cultivators, among cultivators of the same age, there is only one person who has achievements that can go hand in hand with her, and this person is Ling Haoyu, who is silent on the altar below, wearing a golden black robe.

If it weren't for the confrontation between Tao and Demon, if it weren't for the confrontation of life and death that they would face when they were born, their love for each other might have been talked about by the world. For cultivators, they never felt that there was anything wrong with group fighting, and for the demons they identified, even if all the cultivators rushed up to bully a female streamer, it was appropriate, therefore, all kinds of lights in the sky flickered, and Mo Ziyan was surrounded by the five top ten masters in the world.

The magic weapons that were once famous in the cultivation world appeared in the air one after another, waiting for Mo Ziyan is not a question of dying or living, but a question of whether death is painful or not, according to the practice of cultivators, for demon cultivators, it is to destroy their bodies without exception, break their primordial spirits, and stop their six reincarnations, only in this way can the number of demon cultivators be fundamentally reduced.

Of course, this is just their wishful thinking, over the years, there have only been a handful of demon cultivators destroyed by cultivators, but the number of cultivators who have been killed by demon cultivators has increased greatly, and the narrow eyes of Jian Zhenren have been looking at his apprentice, Ling Haoyu is his only personal disciple, and he is also the child he raised with his own hands, he will not tolerate Ling Haoyu giving up his own future for a female demon head.

"Flame Rakshasa, even if your master, the Flame Demon is here, I'm afraid it will be impossible to escape. A woman dressed as a Taoist aunt sneered and said, Mo Ziyan's face still had tear stains, she didn't care about these self-proclaimed masters, she only cared about that man, she came, she thought of today's result, and she never planned to regret it, she just wanted to ask him for an explanation, she knew that this was stupid, and she knew that there would be no life, but for a woman who loved him to the bones, what was the difference between losing him and death.

"If you want to fight, come here, don't grind and chirp, Ling Haoyu's life is mine, it depends on whether you have the ability to protect him." As soon as the words fell, Mo Ziyan disappeared into the air in an instant, but the temperature around her rose rapidly, and in a short effort, everyone's eyes were invariably distorted, as if they were next to a raging fire.

"Hmph, carving insect skills. A Taoist dressed as a beautiful man with a long beard sneered, and with a wave of one hand, a blue magic weapon in the air instantly became larger, and with a dragon groan, a four-clawed flying dragon with light blue scales appeared in the air, and the water flow of "Woo" turned into nectar and poured down, and the temperature began to drop rapidly.

"Going~!" The long-bearded Taoist shouted, and the flying dragon's mouth "banged" out a water ball with a diameter of one meter, and the sound of "autumn" hit the upper left corner, and with a "boom", the water balloon was blown into a trickling raindrop, and the splashing sparks flew out, and a fiery figure appeared in the air with a fiery red long sword.

"No, that's the incarnation, be careful of the devil~!" The previous Dao Gu shouted loudly, saying that it was too late and that was fast, "Yi", the sound of the sword qi cutting through the air, stimulated the roots of some people's teeth to sour, and on the altar, a fiery red long sword suddenly appeared, and it was about to stab into Ling Haoyu's chest, "You shouldn't come~!" Ling Haoyu almost gritted his teeth and said this.

With a "hum" sound, the golden light flashed, the golden crow magic robe lit up instantly, and the real flame sword "ding" was blocked by the magic robe, "Let's go~!" Ling Haoyu turned around and slapped a palm on Mo Ziyan's shoulder, and at the same time, a palm of swift talisman was also attached there, Mo Ziyan smiled coldly, and her figure began to retreat like a flying cannonball.

"Alas~!" Ask Jian Zhenren sighed in his heart, all the Taoist friends present are not fools, although the scene just now is very short, but there must be many people who have seen Ling Haoyu's hands and feet, this disciple~!

"Don't let the female devil run away~!" Dao Gu's face was a little unbearable, those of them who jumped out to destroy the demon, which of them was not the identity of the head or elder of the Seven Great Dao Sect, if the demon was allowed to escape in front of everyone, it would really be laughed out.

However, as the Zhen Sect Charm of the Sword Sect, all the effects of the Swift Talisman are not how much speed is blessed, but under the short rapid flight, it teleports for hundreds of miles, so after Dao Gu shouted, several magic weapons chased after him at the same time, but at the same time they all lost their goals.

Just as everyone was looking at each other, a fiery red figure flew back from a distance again, Dao Gu's eyes lit up, and she took the lead in sacrificing the magic weapon in her hand, "Ling Haoyu, I won't let you be the sect master as you wish, you bear me, I want you to die~!" Mo Ziyan's face was glowing with a slight red light, the Flame Rakshasa would not shed a single tear, even if she died, she would die in front of Ling Haoyu, she wanted him to feel guilty, she wanted him to live in peace for the rest of his life, she wanted him to never forget himself.

In that case, it is worth dying. With a "bang", the defensive light shield arranged by the magic weapons of several masters was instantly penetrated by a blood-red long shuttle, and the fiery red figure flew over with a sound of "autumn", and several masters chuckled in their hearts, and they took back their beloved magic weapons, however, their magic weapons were not ordinary, but they only slightly injured their vitality, and did not hurt the roots.

"Scarlet Shuttle..." I don't know which person in the know gasped in surprise, not only the several masters in the air showed a sad face, but even the low-level cultivators who were in the safe range below also looked at their elders in horror one by one, this magic weapon was the best magic weapon when the blood demon was raging, and there was hardly a magic weapon of a cultivator who could compete with it.

If it weren't for Mo Ziyan's lack of skill, then just now, the magic weapons of those masters would not be as simple as hurting the vitality, "Female devil, don't want to hurt my apprentice~!" Ask the sword real person is no matter how calm she is, she will come out, this woman has already faced the sword sect directly, and single-handedly challenged the authority of the Daomen, no matter what Ling Haoyu thinks in his heart, the killing intent of the sword real person has already spread.

Ling Haoyu's heart suddenly pinched, he knew the strength of the master, as one of the top ten masters, in fact, the sword real person was a well-deserved first person in the cultivation path, in a few months, he would be the first immortal to ascend in the past few hundred years, the master made a move, Zi Yan is scarlet cloud piercing shuttle is also in vain, this is a complete suppression in strength, and the magic weapon is no longer enough to make up for the huge cultivation gap.

"Qiuqiu" sword qi flew out from the body of the sword real person, a turquoise, like a beautiful jade three-inch small sword slowly swallowed out of the old man's mouth, "brush", the sky was full of sharp sword momentum, the sword qi that shot out at the slightest shake, the abusive air continued to make a wailing sound, there was silence on the peak, and even several masters looked at this extraordinary little sword in shock.

"I ask myself to ask the heavens and smile, a sword in the hand of the avenue~!" "This is the Heavenly Sword, oh my God~!" As the treasure of the Ask Sword Sect, the only immortal weapon in the cultivation realm has finally revealed its true face, this peerless weapon that has only been enshrined in the temple for hundreds of years is finally about to show its majesty.

Unlike Mo Ziyan's use of the Scarlet Cloud Piercing Shuttle, the true yuan on the person who asked the sword has turned into an immortal yuan, and he is using the strength of a quasi-immortal to use the immortal weapon, for Mo Ziyan, it is like a special soldier who is proficient in killing people is about to launch an attack on a weak ordinary woman.

The three-inch small sword turned into a three-foot long sword, and the scattered brilliance and monstrous momentum on the sword body made the hearts of several masters present tremble, their beloved magic weapons, not even a fart in front of this sword, everyone put away their magic weapons almost at the same time, in front of these two peerless magic weapons, it is better not to continue to be green leaves.

"If you choose to give up now, I can spare your primordial spirit. "Asking Jian Zhenren to do this is tantamount to going against the consistent policy of the cultivators, but now he has overwhelmed the entire cultivation world with his absolute strength, and everyone can only murmur quietly in their hearts, but no one dares to reveal it, not even the heads of several great sects.

"People with negative hearts, it's not a pity to die~!" Mo Ziyan's eyes flashed two cold lights, the flame sword in her hand was raised, and the cloud-piercing shuttle floating in the air kept spinning in circles, ready to attack. "Don't~!" Ling Haoyu shouted, rose into the air, and grabbed Mo Ziyan's wrist, "Are you finally willing to come out?" Mo Ziyan asked coldly, but there was still unconcealable joy on her face.

"Don't make any more trouble, you leave quickly, I beg the master to let you go. Ling Haoyu said eagerly, "If you go with me, I will leave, if you don't leave, I will die here and not leave." "Mo Ziyan is a stubborn woman, she can compromise anything, but only Ling Haoyu can't.

Asking Jian Zhenren's face gradually became gloomy, the long beard was windless, and the murderous aura instantly enveloped the entire sky, and all the people present sank in their hearts, and a sourceless fear began to derive in their hearts.

"Master, let her go, I will bear all the sins. Ling Haoyu knelt in mid-air, only by begging for a master, Zi Yan could survive, otherwise, even if she was no longer afraid of death, it would be a fate that would never be overborn.

"Bastard~!" Ask the sword real person drank, and the sword shot over with a "whoosh", Mo Ziyan did not show weakness to meet his own flame sword, and at the same time, the scarlet cloud shuttle also hit out, the speed of the cloud shuttle was extremely fast, and it collided with the Wentian sword first, and in an instant, all the colors disappeared in everyone's eyes, and all the colors that could be seen were green and fiery red, and the sky was shrouded in these two divine lights.