"What a vicious method! Mixed Yuan Dao Gate is a holy place in the world, I didn't expect to use such a yin trick!"

With the frowns of a great sectarian who fought with Gu Fan's real people, he didn't expect that Gu Fan, a real person in the Holy Land, would actually refine the poison method, and the means were vicious, and there was no life at all.

A whisk of dust forced the other party back, and the old face of Gufan sank:

"Thousands of avenues, different paths are just the same end. Our path has reached the end, and if we want to get out of the immortal path, we can only use the method of heaven and earth for our own use. What about the poisonous path, in the hands of my mixed yuan Dao sect, it can also bloom with the style of the righteous path. ”

Gu Fan Zhenren opened his eyes and said nonsense, the poisonous path was that he himself killed a few evil cultivators, and saw the terrifying lethality of the poisonous attack and cultivated in private.

If it weren't for the two real people fighting today, coupled with the eagerness of protecting the treasure, he would definitely not dare to carry out a poisonous attack in front of the public.

"Ridiculous! Originally, I still respected you for the real people of the Holy Land, but now that I think about it, it is nothing more than that, how can this acquired spirit treasure fall to a male thief and a female prostitute like you. ”

The two real giants teamed up to beat the dragon bone banner of the Gufan Zhenren to a hula sound, and was almost shocked to crack, and then they all left the Gufan Zhenren together, jumped down directly, and grabbed the long sword in the blood pool.

In mid-air, Gu Fan Zhenren was shocked and bloody, and when he saw the two old immortals attacking him at the same time, he immediately secretly said in his heart that it was not good, these two people obviously did not intend to fight him, just to win the treasure.

"You wait for the two old miscellaneous hairs, leave and go, don't move my Mixed Yuan Dao Sect Divine Sword. ”

Spit out a bloody arrow, Gufan drew a talisman in the air, and an earth-shattering roar suddenly came from inside the keel banner.

With himself as the center, the space within a radius of thousands of zhang suddenly condensed in the sound of the dragon's roar, and all the monks present felt their souls trembling, as if they were facing a natural enemy.

"It's not good, the old ghost of Lone Sail has used a trick to shake the dragon and groan, break free from the dragon roar, otherwise we will all be seriously injured. ”

The two real people were only one step away from the blood pool, and suddenly felt the terrifying condensation power on their bodies, and their faces crossed with horror and anger.

Although the two of them are the same as Gufan Zhenren, they are both in the realm of Yuheng Zhenren, but the two are just Yuheng Xiaocheng, and they can only match Gufan Zhenren when they join forces.

Seeing that the old man actually used the means of pressing the bottom of the box for the spirit treasure, they were extremely angry, and they could only be shocked by their strongest supernatural powers, and forcibly broke free from the range of Long Xiao.

Bang!

With a bang, the mountain of Blood Sword Peak, which was a hundred feet long, was actually cracked by the shock, and the boulders of more than ten or twenty zhang fell from the sky at every turn, and the huge tremor made those frightened monks even more frightened.

"Run, run! The old ghost of Lone Sail has been poisoned!"

The old real man who had scolded Gufan before had a dark face, and he slapped his chest violently, a mouthful of black blood spurted out of his mouth, and he staggered over the gap and ran outside.

Another Sanxiu real person dodged the poison, but unfortunately in the face of the huge keel pressed down from the top of his head, he could only roar in grief and indignation, and was directly crushed into flesh.

After a few breaths, a streamer burst out, and a resentful voice echoed between heaven and earth:

"Lonely sail old dog, today's revenge, he will definitely revenge tomorrow!"

The body was destroyed, this scattered cultivator real person fled in panic, although the Gufan real person had the heart to pursue, but unfortunately he was also weak in follow-up.

The Shock Dragon Roar is a major move that has been banned in the dragon bone banner, using the dragon power and roar to shock the three souls and seven spirits, seal the body, and severely damage its divine soul, which belongs to the quasi-taboo category of killing moves.

This is the strongest hole card of Gufan Zhenren, which was originally used to deal with some extreme powerhouses, but now for the sake of the divine sword in the blood pool, he has to use it in advance.

"I didn't kill you and the other two fools today, which is a big fate. The divine sword now belongs to the old man, and with this sword, how many people in the Great True Realm are the opponents of the old man!"

Gu Fan's eyes were blood-red, his expression was a little crazy, he jumped directly down the blood pool below, stepped on the road paved with dry bones, and walked directly to the skull where the blood sword was inserted.

"Hahaha, the acquired spirit treasure, the acquired spirit treasure! Even those few disciples who are in charge of the sect do not have an acquired spirit treasure, I didn't expect the old man to have such an opportunity in this ruins. ”

Taking a breath, Gu Fan Zhenren trembled and grasped the blood-red sword hilt, and a vast sea of mana poured directly into his dantian through his palm.

"Don't, don't pull out that sword, you will commit a heinous sin!"

Just when Gufan Zhenren was immersed in the pleasure of increasing strength, a rainbow light passed through the top of the Blood Sword Peak, and he snorted coldly, trying to stop him from pulling out the blood-colored long sword.

Looking at its huge momentum from a distance, it turned out to be a big real person giant who had stepped into the level of the Kaiyang Wheel.

"Quack, don't think about it, this treasure is obtained by this seat, how can you give it up like this and open it for me!"

In just ten breaths, Gu Fan Zhenren felt that his momentum had climbed several times, and he was completely able to compete with the people who came.

There was a clattering crack, and the blood-colored sword slowly pulled out of the skull.

Suddenly, everyone's eyes darkened, and a blood-colored light blinded people's eyes.

"Kill!"

Gu Fan Zhenren's mind was chaotic, and the moment he completely pulled out the blood sword, a manic and bloody aura that was out of control rushed straight into his brain, and his consciousness was submerged in an instant.

The blood-colored long sword directly gave birth to a blood cocoon that wrapped him, and the monstrous blood gathered and collided directly with the mysterious real person who descended from the sky.

With only one impact, the ground within a range of hundreds of zhang around him trembled violently, and half of the peak of the Blood Sword Peak was directly cut off by the waist, and the terrifying boulder fell, bombarding a jaw-dropping crater.

More than ten miles away, Di Yunxiao stared at the two figures of the battle in the sky with a complicated expression, and there was a trace of melancholy in his eyes.

"Really! The causal sword, once pulled out, completely turns into a magic sword, and can no longer suppress this Shura killing intent. A supreme sword, the skull in the blood pool, has never been pulled out again!"

Emperor Yunxiao muttered about the origin of the sword.

This sword is not only an extremely powerful acquired spirit treasure, but also a supreme sword, and the reason why it is sealed is because the supreme wants to wear out the powerful existence that he has hit hard.

Although the owner of the skull that was nailed through by the long sword looked inconspicuous, he was also a top quasi-supreme powerhouse, and now he was dead, but the remnant soul had also stained the acquired spirit sword.

The reason why Emperor Yunxiao chose to avoid and did not participate in the battle was because he knew that with his current cultivation and realm, it would be difficult to surrender that long sword, let alone erase the resentment and evil spirit on it.

If you want to temper the resentful soul on that long sword, you must at least be a great Buddhist master who has stepped into the level of a Taoist monarch, and you must be a monk who is proficient in the karma of Buddhism. '