The birth of a strange treasure caused chaos outside the valley, especially after the saints hurriedly flew to the valley, and the hundreds of monks outside the valley began to move.

"The Purple Sun Sword Sect wants to swallow the treasure alone, it is really too deceitful, everyone goes together, and they can't fulfill their wishes!" I don't know who raised his arms and shouted, as if throwing a spark into the fire oil, so that the monks who wanted to enter the valley to seize the treasure began to rush to the valley desperately. The disciples of the Ziyang Sword Sect immediately formed a formation and suppressed, at the beginning, relying on the unified command and dispatch, and the fierce sword formation, they could barely control the situation, but firstly, most of the main forces of the Ziyang Sword Sect who came this time were in the valley to prepare to seize the treasure, and the disciples who blocked outside the valley were only second-rate, and secondly, the tigers could not stand the wolves, and there were already eight or nine hundred monks gathered around, and the Ziyang Sword Sect only had less than a hundred people. After the conflict broke out, the defense line outside the valley only lasted for a moment before it began to be overwhelmed, and the monks continued to find opportunities to break into the valley.

Compared to the Saint Realm cultivators in the sky, He Zichuan seemed unhurried. He cautiously blended in with the monks who broke into the valley, staring at the people in southern Xinjiang who were also taking advantage of the chaos to enter the valley, and at the same time quietly released a powerful divine thought, observing the situation in the entire valley.

At present, the important strongholds in the valley are still firmly controlled by the Ziyang Sword Sect, and groups of disciples of the Ziyang Sword Sect are guarding the large and small traffic arteries, strictly guarding the area of two or three miles in the center of Caiji Valley. Most of the monks who broke into the valley were blocked by the second line of defense of the Ziyang Sword Sect, and only a few of them were masters who had reached the level of the virtual realm or above, and they were lucky enough to break through with their strong combat power and continue to advance. But even so, there were more and more monks who broke into the valley, and the speed was getting faster and faster, and it was only a matter of time before the defense line of the Purple Sun Sword Sect completely collapsed.

He Zichuan turned into a breeze, and fell far away from the people in southern Xinjiang. There were about forty monks in the southern frontier, and there were also Void Realm cultivators with the lowest cultivation, and under the leadership of the two Saint Realm masters, they broke through the three lines of defense of the Purple Sun Sword Sect with extremely high efficiency, but they did not attract any attention. Obviously, they are all real elites in southern Xinjiang. The only thing that surprised He Zichuan was that the young master in the mouth of the girl in blue, the real leader of this operation in Southern Xinjiang, did not show up.

When He Zichuan followed the people in Southern Xinjiang and crossed the fourth line of defense of the Ziyang Sword Sect, a roar suddenly came from the center of Caiji Valley, and a huge spiritual pressure rolled out with the roar, as if the waves were crashing on the shore, and most of the monks present were not enough to cultivate in the fairy realm, and they were immediately shocked by this spiritual pressure and trembled violently.

"Bu Xingluo Sword Array!" A long roar came out in mid-air, and dozens of disciples of the Ziyang Sword Sect in the center of the valley rose into the air one after another, each drawing their swords, and their figures changed like a trickle of streams, forming a three-dimensional array that ran through the heavens and the earth. As the sword array run, a powerful suppressive force suppressed the roaring spirit pressure in an instant, and the unwilling beast roar resounded through the valley again.

At this time, everyone in Southern Xinjiang was already close to the center of the valley, and when they saw the sword array suppressing the beast's roar, they immediately accelerated their pace again.

"Changfeng Xiao'er, if you want to swallow a strange treasure alone, how can it be so easy? Watch the old man break your sword formation!" A laugh came from the sky, and at the same time, a dark green long whip was thrown down in the air, the whip was no more than the thickness of a little finger at first, but when it approached the sword formation, it was already the size of a beam. The sword array bounced up several light blue sword shadows to meet the long whip, crackling a few loud sounds, the sword shadow dissipated, and the long whip was sharply reduced, but it was still pumped a few feet in front of the sword array, and the protective aura of the sword array hit several ripples, and the disciples who were slightly weaker in the sword array bled one after another, and the operation of the entire sword array was immediately sluggish.

"It's the old thief Murong from the Heavenly Dome, they are also here!" A thin young man in brocade clothes under the sword array exclaimed, and then said to the white-eyed old man and the long-robed monk beside him: "The two junior disciples are guarding the big formation, and this seat is going to repel the incoming enemy. After speaking, the emaciated young man pointed to the sky, and a light blue sword light rose up with his figure, fighting with a whip-wielding man in a mink fur in the air. I saw that the emaciated young man's sword light was shining, and the sword shadow was heavy, relighting the sky that had been completely blackened. And the whip-wielding man is highly cultivated, and his body is strange, a long whip is like a poisonous snake spitting letters, shuttling freely in the shadow of the sword, and the aggressive sword shadow of the emaciated young man is equally distinguished.

At this time, several more battle groups were opened in the valley, and it seemed that one or two pairs of hot-tempered Saint Realm masters had already begun to fight each other. Seeing that the situation was becoming more and more unfavorable to the Ziyang Sword Sect, the long-robed monk said eagerly to the old man with white eyebrows: "Senior Brother Baimei, we are running out of time, we have to hurry up and seize the treasure, otherwise the masters from all directions will gather more and more, and the Ziyang Sword Sect will not be able to lose its harvest this time." ”

The white-eyed old man was also worried, and nodded resolutely: "Senior Brother Xizi will protect the Dharma for me, and wait for the old man to use the Qiankun Sword Casting Furnace to collect the treasures!" As soon as the words fell, the white-eyed old man hugged his arms forward, and a metal furnace the size of two zhang and engraved with mysterious runes appeared out of thin air, and as soon as the furnace appeared, a terrifying heat wave immediately swept the entire valley, and the surrounding grass and trees within ten zhang immediately withered and caught fire, and the land dried up and cracked. The white-eyed old man bit the tip of his tongue and spewed out a mouthful of essence blood into the furnace fire, and a source power quickly merged into the furnace. The furnace immediately rumbled and shook a few times, and then a crisp sword roared, and a red-colored streamer sword popped out of the furnace and shot towards the Star Luo Sword Array with a long flame tail.

Trapped in the sword array was a hideous giant beast with a body of seven or eight feet long, a deer's head and a tiger's body, eagle claws and snake tails. Seeing another sword stabbing at it, the giant beast's eyes immediately turned red, and it roared, its body swelled by three points, and its mouth opened to reveal a mouth full of fangs, and it bit down fiercely at the flying sword. The flying sword seemed to have wisdom, and a few flashes easily dodged the mouth of the giant beast and slashed heavily at the neck of the giant beast.

There was a crisp clang, and a string of sparks slashed through the beast's neck by the flying sword. Under the pain, the giant beast roared angrily, the spiritual pressure on its body more than doubled, and a long tongue of fire rumbled out from its throat. The disciples of the Ziyang Sword Sect who had laid down the Star Luo Sword Formation immediately doubled their pressure, and several disciples who had been injured before could no longer hold on at this moment, and they all fell from mid-air, and the sword formation gradually crumbled.

The flying sword, which failed to strike a single blow, easily dodged the tongue of fire and shot at the neck and limbs of the giant beast again. The giant beast dodged left and right, but the five flying swords still locked it firmly. The sound of a few more jingling bells and the clash of gold and iron passed, and the five flying swords that shot into the neck and limbs of the giant beast turned into five crimson chains the thickness of five arms, firmly encasing the giant beast, and the other end of the chain grew wildly like a wicker until it was connected to the furnace in front of the white-eyed old man.

The white-eyed old man spewed out a mouthful of essence blood into the furnace fire again, and then hit several magic duels in a row, and the fire in the furnace suddenly became fierce for three points, and the five chains were like fishing nets under the blessing of the Xingluo Sword Array, and began to pull the thunderous beast towards the furnace little by little.

"It's not good, the white-eyed old man actually brought the magic weapon of the Ziyang Sword Sect, the Qiankun Sword Casting Furnace!" "Dihuang Zi, who had just arrived, wanted to take advantage of the chaos, but he didn't expect the process of the Ziyang Sword Sect to seize the treasure so thrilling, and he immediately became anxious.

The unintentional Zen master beside Rehmannia called out the Buddha's name, thrust the Zen staff in his hand into the air, and turned his hand to take out a golden Buddha the size of a palm. The golden Buddha treasure was full of light, and flew to the front of the unintentional Zen master, who sat down cross-legged, folded his hands, closed his eyes slightly, and recited the scriptures like a murmur at the golden Buddha.

A few passages of scriptures exited, the Golden Buddha Buddha was prosperous, and the loud Sanskrit sound sounded all around, like ten thousand people chanting sutras. On the huge Star Luo Sword Array, a multicolored golden lotus of ten zhang in size bloomed, the multicolored golden lotus slowly rotated, and the solemn Buddha light sprinkled down like a drizzle, and the suppressive power of the sword array dissipated most of it in an instant, and the five chains that locked the giant beast immediately tightened, and the momentum of pulling the giant beast towards the furnace was paused, and the giant beast felt a chance to escape, and struggled wildly.

"Cailian Ten Thousand Buddha Light, this thief is bald!" the long-robed monk scolded when he saw this. With a wave of his left hand, he held a dark green sword in his hand, rose up, and threw himself into the air for the colorful lotus. As soon as he flew out of the dozen zhang, the long-robed monk suddenly felt a chill in his heart, and immediately forcibly stopped his figure and flashed to the left. A semicircular blade flashed at the place where he was castrated, and if he hadn't dodged quickly, he might have been seriously injured at this moment.

"Hehe, where is the Xizi Sword God?" The sharp voice came out, and the big-headed weirdos, the tall and thin weirdos, and the bewitching weirdos suddenly flashed out, surrounding the long-robed monks.

The long-robed monk's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said coldly: "Yingchuan Three Monsters, you also want to wade into this troubled water?"

"Xizi Sword God's words are so strange, is it only for you to be swallowed by the Ziyang Sword Sect when a strange treasure is born, and the three of us are not allowed to take a look?"

"Just the three of you want to take the treasure too?" the long-robed monk snorted.

The big-headed monster said coldly in a sharp voice: "Although you are a mid-stage monk, but with one enemy and three enemies, it is better for you to save your life first and then speak wildly!"

The swordsmanship of the long-robed monk is sharp, and the sword aura is surging, and he is aggressive in replacing defense with offense. And the three monsters of Yingchuan are skillfully coordinated, advancing and retreating together, and they are not left behind. Although the Xizi Sword God is a small step higher than the cultivation of the three monsters of Yingchuan, and the exercises he cultivates are also more profound, and his combat power is much higher than any of the three, but the three monsters of Yingchuan have always joined forces to resist the enemy, and they are very experienced.

While everyone was fighting, a loud bang broke out in the sky, and a corpse fell from the sky in the rolling demon clouds, and when the corpse landed, only Sensen's white bones remained. The demon cloud in the air snickered gloomily, and a pale white primordial god was haunted by countless yin spirits, and it had been assimilated with the demon cloud in an instant. The demon cloud rumbled and rumbled, as if it had burped after a full meal.

"Senior brother!" The Changfeng Sword Saint and Xizi Sword God, who were fighting fiercely, and the white-eyed Sword Immortal, who was presiding over the Qiankun Sword Casting Furnace, exclaimed at the same time. It turned out that the person who had just fallen was one of the four Saint Realm cultivators of the Purple Sun Sword Sect, who had just stopped everyone outside the valley, and then chased after the demon head and went away all night.

"The flesh and blood of the Holy Realm master, the primordial spirit, is really delicious, the deity has not tasted it for a long time. Demon Cloud let out a strange laugh and sighed reluctantly.

"Fei Ye, my Purple Yang Sword Sect and you don't share the sky!" The white-eyed sword immortal's eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth.

Demon Yun laughed and said, "Your Purple Yang Sword Sect is not self-sufficient, and you are trying to swallow the treasure alone, at this moment, I am afraid that the entire Extreme North is different from you, right?"

"You!" The white-eyed sword immortal's eyes widened, but at this time, there were already more than ten other holy realms present, but his fellow junior disciple had just fallen, and the very obvious disparity in strength made him swallow back the cruel words that he was about to export, only secretly ruthless in his heart, he must refine the demon at night.

Demon Fei Ye didn't care what the white-eyed sword fairy felt in his heart, seeing that no one was stopping, there were a few strange laughs in the demon cloud, and then gathered into a huge and hideous demon face, the demon face opened its mouth and sprayed, a black and red demon fire dozens of feet wide roared and pounced on the entire Xingluo Sword Array, the fire wave instantly engulfed the sword array, and the sound of ghosts crying and wolf howls was endless, and then there were bursts of screams in the air, and there were constantly disciples of the Ziyang Sword Sect falling from the air with fire all over their bodies, and the people who fell turned into ashes before they landed, and their primordial spirits turned into a trace of demonic qi and merged into the demon clouds。 The already crumbling Star Luo Sword Formation collapsed in an instant, losing the protection of the Sword Array, and the disciples of the Purple Sun Sword Sect who were still struggling to support it also returned to the Demon Cloud.

"No!"

"How is that possible?"

"Demon Er Dare!" Seeing that most of the elites of the sect were killed on the spot, the remaining three Saint Realms of the Purple Sun Sword Sect were furious in their hearts, and they immediately wanted to join forces to kill Fei Ye regardless of it.

At this moment, the giant beast burst into a shout, and the spiritual pressure on its body doubled again, reaching the level of the late stage of the Holy Realm. After losing the blessing of the sword array, the five chains that locked the neck and limbs of the giant beast could not be sustained, and they screamed a few times, shattering into nothingness. The whole body of the Qiankun Sword Casting Furnace shook, and most of the flames in the furnace were suddenly extinguished, and the white-eyed sword immortal couldn't help but spew out a mouthful of blood.

Seeing the giant beast break free from its restraints, all the Saint Realm masters who were in the middle of the melee stopped their hands in unison, and after a moment of silence, almost all of them pounced on the giant beast like wolves and tigers with a look of madness and greed that could not be concealed.

Fei Ye, the demon closest to the giant beast, has a big mouth and is about to swallow the giant beast in one gulp.