The old man, who was called Elder Mingyu, was in great pain, stumbled in his steps, and planted himself, but before he could stand firmly, Xiao Lotus seized the opportunity with sharp eyes, released an emerald green lotus vine, tightly wrapped around him, and took it over.

Ignoring his own injuries, the little finch flapped his wings and shouted happily: "Catch it, stop me one by one!" Or kill him! ”

Everyone in the True Dao Sect paused, hesitantly looking at the strongest Jindan monk, hoping that he would make a decision.

The Jindan monk in a dark purple robe had a cold and hard face, and his eyes were as cold as a knife.

Although Mo Xiaoxiao had the idea of attracting the other party to come, she still couldn't make up her mind how far she would fight with the other party. Grandpa Xuantu said that if the demon cultivator kills too much, the heavenly tribulation will be aggravated when he advances, and it will be more difficult to cultivate at that time, so he does not advocate killing the other party, so Mo Xiaoxiao still has the idea of fighting each other knowing each other's strength, and then being able to negotiate and retreat.

"My Linggu does not want to be an enemy of your faction, if your faction is willing to negotiate peace, we will let him go." Mo Xiaoxiao more or less still maintains the thinking habits of his previous life, hoping that the dispute can be resolved through negotiation, if the other party agrees, it is the best, there is no life and death enmity between the two sides, so it is really not cost-effective.

Monk Jindan's face was as cold as ice, and he glanced at Mo Xiaoxiao, and then at the captured monk.

The eyes of the head of the True Dao Sect flashed, and in his opinion, perhaps peace talks were more favorable.

Just when Mo Xiaoxiao thought that the other party was considering her suggestion, Brother Jin Dan spoke.

"You and the like of beasts, dare to insult my Xianmen monk, let him go, and I will leave you a whole corpse."

It was the first time Brother Jindan had spoken, and his voice was very muffled, sounding like a rusty hinge.

Mo Xiaoxiao was startled, hurriedly turned around, and saw a wry smile flashing on the face of the monk who was entangled by Xiaohe, and then closed his eyes tightly, shook hard, and broke his heart.

Xiaohe was a little stunned, and as soon as he let go of his hand, he let go of the old man.

The old man lost his restraints, his body fell straight down like a dead branch without life, his broad purple robe was blown by the sea breeze, and his face was covered with white hair.

With a plop, the purple-robed old man fell into the deep sea.

The disciples of the True Dao Sect exclaimed bitterly: "Elder Mingyu! Kill them! Avenge Elder Mingyu! Kill them! ”

Monk Jindan slowly took out his magic weapon, a heavy knife.

Although it looked simple and dull, there seemed to be countless dead souls crying on the deep blade.

Mo Xiaoxiao pursed her lips, next, I'm afraid it will be a vicious battle.

At this moment, a cyan figure in the Spirit Valley flew up like the wind, and in the blink of an eye, it was already hanging over the South China Sea.

"Another shapeshifting demon cultivator!"

"Isn't this the mortal realm? How could there be so many shapeshifting demon cultivators? ”

The disciples of the True Dao Sect were talking about it, but their high-level leaders had already known about Qingfeng's existence from the mouth of the national teacher. This is also where they have been on guard. Elder Jin Dan had never made a move before, and it was also to wait for Qingfeng to come forward.

Although the strength of the demon cultivators in Linggu was not very powerful, it was also somewhat beyond their expectations.

Several elders of the True Dao Sect secretly calculated in their hearts, but in the end, interests prevailed over everything, although there would be some costs, but the reward was also rare and rich.

Qingfeng is dressed in green clothes, his face is like white jade, his body is like a green bamboo, and his long body stands in mid-air.

The little demons in Linggu have been relieved since Qingfeng appeared, they have lived too dull for hundreds of years, although such a thrilling fight is exciting, but it is also too dangerous.

Qing Feng glanced at it and saw that the little demons were all mottled with blood, his starry eyes were cold, and he stared straight at the purple-robed monk standing in the air opposite.

The purple-robed monk appeared from Qingfeng, and he was relieved, and he became serious again.

Qing Feng also held his Han Yu Bamboo Sword in his hand, although he was seriously injured in the battle of Red Lotus that day, but after all, his mind was extremely tenacious, and he should have survived. Originally, he should have retreated to recuperate from his wounds after understanding mundane things, but because he remembered the tail of the True Path, he did not really retreat.

The two looked at each other, and flew up at the same time, each of them charged their strongest blow, and hit each other hard!

The purple-robed monk's giant sword was really extraordinary, and the blade was dull, but the real enemy was the black light that flickered, and it was like a hellish Shura.

Qingfeng is also a real master of human cultivation for the first time, after all, he was injured, and his skills are less than six or seven tenths of what he usually does, but even so, the cold jade bamboo sword in his hand is also the shadow of thousands of green bamboos flying, with a cold murderous aura in the absolute beauty.

Two blades of light, one black and one blue, collided together with supreme brilliance, shaking the mountains in an instant, and the sea water rolled upside down.

The huge energy wave impact spread, and the little demons on the side of Linggu were all accepted into the hosta flowers by Mo Xiaoxiao, and the human cultivators were like dumplings, countless monks screamed and fluttered and fell into the sea, and only a few of them could barely maintain their figures and stand in the air, these were obviously the elite disciples in the sect.

Mo Xiaoxiao looked through the hosta flowers, and saw that Qingfeng and Jindan monks quickly gathered their second moves, and when they cultivated to such a realm, they no longer needed those tricks, but the hard resistance of absolute strength.

The huge energy waves collided again, and thousands of green shadows and black light shattered almost at the same time, flying all over the sky, and it was almost impossible to see the figure in the middle, only to see the sea water under the feet of the two of them almost rewinding, forming a huge hole in the middle.

The light and shadow dissipated, revealing the two people in the middle.

Qingfeng's face was a little crimson, which added a bright color to him. Although the green jade sword in his hand trembled a little, he still stood tall, his face calm as usual.

The monk of the True Path sect had an ugly face, his purple robe was a little messy, and his wide sleeves were half off, revealing his black shirt.

Bang.

The heavy black knife in his hand broke from the middle, and the tip of the knife fell into the air like a lonely goose.

Brother Jindan closed his eyes, as if he was a little unwilling, but he could only helplessly. In the next moment, I saw his figure fall down like a collapsed tower.

Qingfeng's eyes narrowed, and the cold jade sword was unsheathed again, cutting off the primordial spirit of the Jindan monk who was panicking and trying to escape.

Everything was only three breaths in time, and the great war took a drastic turn.

The monks of the True Path Sect who were still soaking in the sea were stunned, and the god-like Great Elder in their hearts was just like that, dead?

The little demons on the side of Linggu cheered when they reflected it, but in the hosta flower, their voices could not be heard by the outside world. They all clamored to come out, and Mo Xiaoxiao had to let them out.

However, in the next moment, Mo Xiaoxin felt that he was in a trance, and suddenly heard an angry shout that seemed to come from an unknown distant place, but with a manic energy, as if it was close at hand: "Evil beast!" Hugh will do evil to my people! ”