Cao Zhangjiao's face was terrifying, as the helmsman of Qingxia's contemporary, he certainly knew what it meant.

Martial Immortal Ancestor was secretive in front of all the supremes, and he was unwilling to tell the truth directly, indicating that he did not trust some people in the sect too much, for fear that someone inside would collude with external enemies.

Inner ghost!

In just a moment, the pupils of the Qingxia Supremes were overflowing, and there were invisible sparks colliding between each other's eyes.

"Shaozhang Sect, there are internal ghosts in my Qingxia?"

The Ten Thousand Beasts Supreme belongs to the first demon clan to serve Qingxia, and has been loyal to the sect for thousands of years.

Feeling the aura of danger lingering around, the corners of Di Yunxiao's mouth outlined a smile, and his eyes wandered on the bodies of many Qingxia high-level people in the main hall from time to time.

"The inner ghost? It's not at all! It's just that I'm possessed, since it's not my Qingxia Daojun, why do I have to tremble and squat in the immeasurable realm?

Emperor Yunxiao's voice was not loud, but in the ears of the Qingxia powerhouses, he was not reprimanded by the earth-shattering thunder.

"Who is it?"

Cao Zhangjiao slapped the armrest of the throne, and when he ascended, the throne made of Xuangang was dented in a large piece, and a violent anger permeated the main hall.

Qingxia has been inherited for more than 3 million years, and there has never been a high-level powerhouse enslaved among the high-level.

"Hehehe... Calm and composed!

Suddenly, Di Yunxiao kicked the ground with one foot, pulled out a three-foot Qingfeng with his right hand, and stabbed straight at Qingxia's old Dao Jun Flowing Fire Dao Jun face door in the third seat on the left hand side.

The dazzling sword light tore through the air and let out a sharp roar, and the sword gang containing extremely terrifying power directly pierced the opponent's protective qi.

Seeing that Jian Gang was about to cut off his eyebrows, the Flowing Fire Dao Monarch, who had been sitting upright, showed a trace of helplessness and surprise on his face, but in the face of this sword that was enough to pierce the golden cracking stone, he did not have the slightest fear.

"How did you guess?"

Flowing Fire Dao Jun slowly got up, raised his right hand weakly, and a plum-shaped flame popped out, directly enveloping the sword qi that went straight to the front door, and smelted the power of the law in it with his hand.

The understatement made Qingxia's supreme expressions tremble, and immediately five Shengang supremes stood up and blocked them in the center in a besieged posture.

"You're not a stray fire!"

The deputy head of the Tibetan Sword Dao Jun frowned, and with a slap of the sword box behind his back, the natal flying sword hung in the air, and a wisp of mighty sword power fell from the sky, shrouding it behind it.

Among Qingxia's veteran thirteen Dao Jun, he and Liuhuo are inseparable friends, and the two have known each other for more than 4,000 years, which can be said to know the roots.

The Flowing Fire Dao Monarch definitely didn't have the ability to ignore Emperor Yunxiao's sword, in other words, the person standing in front of him was not an old friend he knew!

Being stared at by the five supreme powerhouses, the 'Flowing Fire Dao Monarch' was still calm, and even had time to judge a few Qingxia Ancestors.

"Well, yes, not bad! all of them are vigorous, not quick-growing soft-footed shrimp, Qingxia's heritage is really not weak, and it is worthy of the name of the first sect under the Holy Land.

Hey, young boy, how do you see through this seat, for most of the past six months, a certain self-conscious has lived in a simple place, and has never shown his feet. ”

Hearing this, Di Yunxiao sat down with a big grin, glanced at the other party's hands, and then laughed playfully, and said:

"Are you all fools when I am Qingxia? It is precisely because you live in a simple place that you are the biggest flaw!"

Qingxia's ears roared in the ears of the strong man who was familiar with the Flowing Fire Daojun, and after thinking for a while, they all showed a look of understanding.

As the first refining saint master of the sect, he often wanders between the inner gate and the small world of the true inheritance, refining one or two magic weapons for his disciples from time to time.

It has not been interrupted for more than ten years, and it is indeed a little unusual to suddenly be so quiet.

"Ahem! Moreover, the Flowing Fire Dao Monarch once asked me to refine an eighth-order mid-grade Saint Pill Sanyang Kaiyuan Pill, and he has been staring at it for several months, and he has been urging.

Suddenly, I don't care about this pill, do you think it's normal?"

Hearing this, the mouth of the 'Flowing Fire Dao Jun' opened, but in the end, it turned into a helpless sigh.

"I see!, I didn't plan to hide it, but now that I've seen through it, let's get straight to the point!"

I saw the 'Flowing Fire Dao Jun' casually swiping his hand on the door in front of him, and a void figure suddenly walked out of his body, and after struggling for a few moments, he reunited into a figure.

This is a middle-aged man of an alien race who is quite tall, and he is more than half a head taller than Emperor Yunxiao.

He wore a long black skirt on his lower body, but the upper half of his body was exposed, revealing an incomparably majestic and muscular body, and every muscle and bone was full of extreme strength.

As far as the eye can see, its body seems to be inlaid with a circle of black metal, and the moonlight from the dome of the main hall of the sect is illuminated, and the whole person of the other party is shrouded in a layer of strange light, which makes people dazzled and dare not look directly.

This time, Cao Zhangjiao and the others, who were still sitting upright, stood up one after another, and there was a forest in their eyes, and it was obvious that they all noticed that this person's aura was deep and majestic, and it was difficult to see the depth.

Like his upper body, this person's eyes are also pitch black, without any whites of the eyes, standing quietly in place, but full of indescribable strange temperament.

Nothingness and reality coexist, darkness and light go hand in hand!

Di Yunxiao's smile froze, and he repeatedly forgot to glance at the other party, his spine tensed, like a fierce beast in the mountains and forests smelling the scent of a hunter, and suddenly became vigilant.

"Black Steel Immortal Clan, shouldn't the short-lived race in the early Middle Ages be annihilated!"

As soon as the words were spit out, the middle-aged alien monk's eyes flashed, his footsteps did not move, but his figure had already disappeared in place, and when he reappeared, his chin was almost on the top of Emperor Yunxiao's head.

The five Divine Gang Supremes who surrounded him, but none of them noticed his movements!

"Space Divine Power!Let go of my sect's young master!Thick earth light, brush!"

Qingtian Supreme was the first to react, his right hand flashed, and he directly sacrificed his natal supreme weapon five-color carved feather fan, and with a flick of his hand, an earthy yellow light rose on the ground, instantly isolating the other party from Emperor Yunxiao.

The middle-aged monk's right hand wanted to lock Di Yunxiao's throat, but when he touched the earthy yellow light, a sizzling burning sound sounded, and black smoke rose from the palm of his hand.

"Hey! The five-colored divine light of the Peacock Daming King, I didn't expect that someone would be able to use it, although the power is not as good as in case, but it is also amazing! But unfortunately, this can't stop this seat. ”

The opponent's palm pressed down violently, and in an instant, the earthy yellow light that was enough to protect the supreme weapon from slashing shattered and cracked with a click.

(End of chapter)