readx;?“ This person can actually use spells, which immortal sect is he the reincarnation of the old monster?"

A kind of fear inexplicably rose in Zhuo Shangxian's heart, even if they couldn't use such a method, the figure at the peak of the Grand Canyon suddenly rose up. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"This kind of demonic art, he is an authentic person of Qimen?"

The snow-white eyebrows of the old man surnamed Wang were wrinkled together, and he subconsciously controlled the treasure gourd under his crotch and fell, wanting to get a glimpse of Emperor Yunxiao's true face.

This world is vast, tens of thousands of miles, and the Black Blade Mountain Range is just a corner of the country, and there are many other immortal gates.

The Chongyang Immortal Gate may be enough to overwhelm dozens of tribes in the Heifeng Mountain Range, but for the Immortal Sects in other places, they are really very afraid.

Especially some treacherous immortal sects that are involved in the Central Holy Mountain, even they are not willing to provoke easily.

The grandmaster had a bad premonition in his heart, and the three people of Chongyang Immortal Gate still galloped towards Emperor Yunxiao, they must have a break today, otherwise they will not be able to eat and walk around when the door master returns.

On the side of the cliff, Emperor Yunxiao's fingertips surged, looking at the Tashan clan warriors who were retreating frantically, bowing slightly.

"The three main masters are finally here, one earth soul, two life souls, it is really as I expected. The mountains are barbaric and wild, even if there are rare medicines, there are not enough immortal cultivation books, and it is too difficult to attain the Great Dao. ”

showed extraordinary means, although the three people of Chongyang Xianmen were faintly still a little aggressive, but they did not shout and kill as soon as they came up, they just rolled in anger, and they looked like they were begging for an explanation.

"Why do you want to be the enemy of my Chongyang Immortal Sect on the boundary of the Black Wind Mountain Range, could it be that you are eyeing the rumored treasure of the Black Wind?"

The old Taoist surnamed Wang shook off the dust, pinched a trick, and a large area of snow-white lotus phantom appeared behind him, which set off him like a Taoist immortal.

Hearing this, Di Yunxiao was stunned in his heart, the treasure of the Black Wind Mountain Range?

He didn't know what special treasures the Black Wind Mountain Range had at all, but he could make the so-called Xianmen monk have a determined look on his face, maybe there was something he could use.

Di Yunxiao snorted lightly, did not nod or shake his head, looking disdainful at all.

In this way, in the eyes of several people in Chongyang Xianmen, it is more and more certain that Di Yunxiao is a person from other Xianmen, and the other party is menacing, and he must know the roots of Chongyang Xianmen.

"Foot, don't deceive people too much, you should know who the master of my Chongyang Gate is. He was one of the most powerful monks in the world, and some things had gone too far, and his life could not be saved. ”

Among the three Immortal Realm cultivators, the Soul Cultivator who had been silent was anxious, he was afraid that the other party would take the lead and get the so-called Black Wind Treasure, and then they would have to face the monstrous anger of the sect master.

"Get out! That old immortal king is not afraid of it? You and other rotten people, but the ants who are out of the world still dare to stick green onions in the pig's nose in front of me, I don't know what to say. ”

Emperor Yunxiao closed one eye, looking like I am a master outside the world, and I am a strange person who is comparable to the master of Chongyang Gate.

The deafening roar startled the monks of the three major double yangs dizzy, and they almost fell to the ground, but after they came to their senses, their faces were even more pig's liver color.

Thinking that they are immortals in the Chongyang Immortal Gate and worshiped by thousands of mountain and wild tribes, how could they have been pointed at their noses and scolded rotten people and ants, which is even more humiliating than slapping them twice.

"Thief guts, pretending to be a ghost, I really think that this seat is afraid of you!"

The Soul Cultivator who had previously threatened Emperor Yunxiao shot out angrily, and threw out three spinning flying blades from his wide cuffs, and the silver-black true power attached to it, and in an instant, it shot into Emperor Yunxiao's face, directly penetrating his head.

It's done!

The three monks of Chongyang Immortal Gate were overjoyed, and they were about to step forward, but they found that the figure that had just pierced through the face gate slowly disappeared in front of their eyes.

Afterimage!

The monk surnamed Wang and Zhuo Shangxian were horrified, and subconsciously leaned over to the sides, staggering to dodge.

Only the Soul Cultivator who made the move, when he came back to his senses, a gloomy face like water appeared in front of his eyes, and the palm surrounded by golden mangs slapped directly into his face.

The force of tens of thousands of catties was thrown on the other party's face, and he was directly slapped on the cliff on one side, and his brain exploded into a ball of blood in the terrifying eyes of Zhuo Shangxian and the others.

The headless corpse fell from the top of the cliff, and even if it was an otherworldly monk, hundreds of feet fell to the ground, and it directly turned into erosive flesh and blood, which was extremely miserable.

Below, several Tashan clan wolf riders hiding in the dead corner of the Grand Canyon instantly recognized the robe he was wearing, isn't this the immortal of Chongyang Immortal Gate, he is actually dead?

Fearful cries swept through their minds, and subconsciously, they ripped open their throats and roared.

"Dead, dead, the immortal of Chongyang Immortal Gate is dead..."

The army of the Tashan clan, which had already fallen into panic because of the natural disaster just now, was directly frightened and retreated dozens of feet because of this voice, and no longer dared to move forward.

"How is it possible! The three great immortals joined forces, could it be that they couldn't suppress the person invited by the Gaoshan Clan?"

The muscles on One-Eye's face twitched, and the two thousand wolf horses that had been carefully cultivated were wiped out, which had already frightened him, and now the immortals of the Immortal Gate who relied on him died tragically one after another, how could he dare to attack again.

With a slap to the death of the Soul Cultivator, Emperor Yunxiao wiped the blood from his hand, and glanced at Zhuo Shangxian who was in a stupor, and Elder Wang, who was very hostile to him.

The two of them fell into the abyss, a biting chill swept over their bodies, and at a glance, they seemed to see some earth-shattering beast coming towards them from the front.

"Spare your life, spare your life..."

That Zhuo Shangxian couldn't support it first, and the bloody coercion of Emperor Yunxiao's obliteration of the powerful cultivator over the years was so terrifying, how could he be able to withstand it by a mere monk in the realm of refinement.

Zhuo Shangxian knocked on the ground on his forehead and kept begging for mercy, for fear that he would also be robbed and killed. Before, he thought that it was the one-eyed guy who deceived himself, where did the Gaoshan clan come from such a monk who could destroy Dou Jin with a brush.

Now that he has seen the death of the Soul Cultivator with his own eyes, he still doesn't understand that the other party is waiting for them to come to the door, so he can catch them all.

Emperor Yunxiao half-squatted down and looked at Zhuo Shangxian with interest:

"Hmph, it's like it. Your heart is only beating a little faster, but you have such a disgusting expression on your face, can you help this king?"

One sentence instantly made Zhuo Shangxian's face change greatly, and a touch of fear emerged from the depths of his pupils, and in the face of the smiling Emperor Yunxiao, his hairs exploded.

Just about to explain something, Di Yunxiao stretched out his finger and shook it: "Think about what you know carefully, if I ask you later, if you have half a false word, he is your example."

While Emperor Yunxiao was questioning Zhuo Shangxian, that Elder Wang actually sacrificed the treasure gourd, wanting to escape from the edge of the cliff in the Grand Canyon.