When the figure transformed by the pink mist came into contact with him, the golden light completely exploded, and he couldn't bear it anymore, and he didn't need to endure it anymore.

Raise your hand, and the bow and arrow fall into your hand!

The arrows of the two poles transformed by Haoran's righteous qi put on the bowstring, and a Dharma Protector God appeared under the arrows, aiming at the Sanmiao Lady in front of him.

In a fit of rage, Jin Guang couldn't care about anything else, so he wanted to kill this woman with the strongest treasure of Xuanxin's authenticity, the two-pole arrow, to vent the hatred in his heart.

Countless pink mist collided with the Haoran righteous qi condensed on the arrows at the two poles, and all of them were annihilated on the spot.

Seeing that the golden light even the pole arrows were shining out, Mrs. Sanmiao was so frightened that her face was pale, and she grabbed it, and the Hehuan bell fell into her palm again.

The originally small and delicate Hehuan bell swelled rapidly, turning into a magic weapon that was indistinguishable from the big bell, blocking in front of him.

Sou!

The two pole arrows shot out with lightning speed, and on this arrow, there was an incomparable Haoran righteousness, as strong as Mrs. Sanmiao, in front of this arrow, they were all overshadowed, and they watched the void in front of them being shot through by the two pole arrows.

The flower fairy, who was originally standing with Mrs. Sanmiao, hurriedly avoided it, not daring to face the power of the arrows at both poles.

Eighteen years ago, even the Six Demon Lords died under the arrows of the two poles, not to mention their little minions!

Clang!

In the end, as if the gods had shot out, the two-pole arrows that slay demons and demons were shot at the Hehuan bell that was blocking Mrs. Sanmiao's body, and there was an extremely dull sound.

With this sound, the golden light shone, and the simple and elegant acacia bell glowed with infinite light, and the two pole arrows were deadlocked.

Haoran's righteousness and pink charm cancel each other out and restrain each other.

In the incomparably painful eyes of Mrs. Sanmiao, the long-lost treasure of the Hehuan faction, the Hehuan Bell, was shot through mercilessly.

The two-pole arrows refined in Haoran's righteous qi can actually break through the protection of the magic weapon of the Demon Dao - Hehuan Bell.

Among them, although there is a reason why the Hehuan bell itself is not a magic weapon for defense, the power of the polar arrows is still not to be underestimated.

Poof!

The remaining polar arrows shot into Mrs. Sanmiao's arm, and hot blood splashed out, even though the righteousness contained in the polar arrows was wiped out by the Hehuan bell, but the residual power was enough for Mrs. Sanmiao to drink a pot.

In an instant, Lady Sanmiao's hundreds of years of penance were almost completely blown away, her delicate body trembled, her face was pale, and her smooth cheeks were covered with fragrant sweat.

The delicate body retreated violently, waved his hand to restore the damaged Hehuan Bell, and beckoned it into his hand again, and the whole person turned into a streamer and left this place in a flash.

"Demon, where to go?" Seeing Mrs. Sanmiao fleeing, Jin Guang, who was completely enraged by her, wanted to chase after her, and had to kill her to vent the hatred in his heart.

I didn't know, but I was pulled by Master Puhong next to me.

"Amitabha." Mrs. Sanmiao left, only a flower fairy remained, she was not an opponent, and now there is only a dead end left. Unexpectedly, Master Puhong did not take advantage of the victory to chase and kill her, but grabbed the golden light and recited the Buddha name with a compassionate face, "The golden light donor, the poor Kou Mo chases, we still have to help Dao Xuan Zhenren first." ”

Dao Xuan real person?

Hearing this term, a trace of coldness appeared in the depths of the golden bright eyes, and he nodded on his face, agreeing with Master Puhong's opinion.

The deepest part of the Emperor's Treasury!

Ming Xiaoyang and Dao Xuan Zhenren were entangled all the way, and they were already at least a hundred zhang away from Jin Guang, Pu Hong, Ghost King, Poison God and others.

When he arrived here, the magic weapons, pills, battle armors, and even cultivation resources that were originally ubiquitous were all gone.

The whole hall is about thirty zhang longitudinal and longitudinal, and the four beams and pillars inlaid with gold and jade are towering high, and there is not even the slightest figure of people.

The surrounding pillars and walls are carved with dragons with teeth and claws, as if they may come back to life at any time.

And on the temple there was a high platform.

On the high platform, a throne made of gold stands tall, and on the throne, there is a majestic and domineering figure.

The breath has long disappeared in the long river of history with the passage of time, and the bare skin under a golden dragon robe is still as smooth as jade.

On the dragon case in front of him, there was a scroll of silk and something like that, a boxy, about a foot or so of a large seal.

On the side, there is still a wine jug carved from beautiful jade, and the wine in the jug is presented through the crystal body, and the fragrance is diffuse.

On one side of the high platform, there is also a weapon rack, and on the shelf, there is a slender Fang Tian painting halberd.

The halberd blade is snow-white, without any blood, as if it has never experienced killing from beginning to end, and a living dragon is engraved on the long pole with a black body.

In this hall, everything is extremely inconspicuous, as if there is nothing worthy of attention at all.

However, in the eyes of Ming Xiaoyang and Daoxuan Zhenren, each other's eyes were crossed with a trace of ecstasy and shock!

The Emperor's Treasury!

The emperor who appeared here would have no one else but the so-called Heavenly Emperor. The things on the periphery were enough to make the entire cultivation realm go crazy, and those who stayed by the Heavenly Emperor's side were naturally even more extraordinary.

Now, there is no treasure at all, it's just a divine obscurity!

If you can get these treasures around the body of the Heavenly Emperor, you may not be able to become the second Heavenly Emperor.

Suddenly, both of them couldn't help but show that they were bound to win!

After fighting for a long time, the seven-star sword in the hands of Dao Xuan Zhenren is certainly a Nine Heavens Divine Weapon, but compared with Ming Xiaoyang's one-night sword, it is more than inferior after all.

Originally, the cultivation of the two was almost comparable, even if there was a difference between superior and inferior, it was only a thin line, and Dao Xuan Zhenren could defeat the enemy with his hundreds of years of experience and subtlety in tricks.

This is not the way to win!

However, contrary to Dao Xuan's real people's expectations, although the Seven Nights Demon Lord was not very old, his experience was extremely old-fashioned.

The tricks are also subtle and abnormal, Qingyunmen's swordsmanship has been honed for thousands of years, although it is extraordinary, but compared with it, it is more than inferior.

After hundreds of moves, Dao Xuan Zhenren's clothes had been shattered, and there were hideous and terrifying wounds on Zhou's body.

On the contrary, although Ming Xiaoyang was not lightly tired, he had a long breath and did not suffer much damage.

"Haha." Glancing at the corpse and treasures of the Heavenly Emperor above, Ming Xiaoyang played with the Yixi Sword with two fingers, and then looked at the Daoxuan Zhenren who was not lightly injured on the opposite side, and said with a triumphant smile, "Daoxuan Zhenren, it's a pity!" ”

"You've lost!"

"Let Ben Shengjun send you on your way!"

"Little Devil!" Dao Xuan Zhenren's heart was full of righteousness, he raised the already scarred seven-star sword, and said word by word, "Today, even if you die, Poor Dao will drag you to hell together!" ”