It was only a moment before everyone started fighting, and the battle situation in mid-air had already changed dramatically. The two people in Southern Xinjiang are both early stage cultivators of the Holy Realm, and with the advantage of the magic weapon, their actual combat power is not much different from that of the late stage of the Holy Realm cultivators of the Extreme Northern Demon Dao, but they are facing three late stage of the Holy Realm, one middle stage of the Holy Realm and twelve early stage of the Holy Realm, and the difference in strength is very large. When the fight just started, everyone was still somewhat worried about the identities of Tang Suling and Li Wenzhong. But after a few moves, it was found that these two people's moves were vicious and ruthless, and gradually everyone also played a real fire and no longer kept their hands. In this way, the two Saint Realm cultivators in Southern Xinjiang immediately had only the strength to parry.

The battle situation was very favorable to the monks of the Far North, and it seemed that it was only a matter of time before the two of them were captured alive and recaptured the strange treasure. But He Zichuan's frowning brows did not stretch at all. First, what he was worried about was never the two early stage cultivators of the Holy Realm who were fighting with everyone at the moment, but the young master who might appear behind the southern frontier, or even the transformation realm cultivator of the mysterious organization. Second, what is this strange treasure, not only did the Purple Sun Sword Sect come to snatch it at such a great price, but it also led to the elite in the far south of Xinjiang. Third, judging from the conversation between Mr. Qingtao and Mr. Mo that day, the mysterious organization has made many arrangements for seizing the treasures, and with the strength and means they have shown, if the treasures that the mysterious organization wants to seize are the treasures in front of them, how can it develop into a chaotic war today? If the treasures that the mysterious organizations want to seize are not the treasures in front of them, then what are the treasures they want? Are the people in southern Xinjiang really part of the mysterious organization? Countless questions surfaced in He Zichuan's mind, but there was no clue, which only made him think more and more confused.

In mid-air, Fei Ye's black ** Jiao rampaged, and Li Wenzhong, a middle-aged monk in southern Xinjiang, retreated step by step, while Demon Slayer Sanniang held a small blood knife and ambushed in the figure of the black ** Jiao and waited for an opportunity to sneak attack, completely cutting off the possibility of Li Wenzhong supporting Tang Suling. In fact, Li Wenzhong himself is already in danger at this moment, let alone distracted to support his companions.

On the other side, Tang Suling, a girl from southern Xinjiang with a spear in her hand, struggled left and right, shuttling among the twelve early stage monks of the Holy Realm, and there was no danger for a while, but as long as the mink Qiu Dahan in the middle of the Holy Realm or the Hehuan Gongzi in the late stage of the Holy Realm made a move, a few scars would immediately be added to her body. Especially the son of Hehuan, a folding fan in his hand does not seem to be amazing, but his mana is cold, he is tricky and vicious, and as long as he finds an opportunity, he will be merciless and give the enemy a fatal blow. Despite the superiority of the exercises and the emergence of high-level magic weapons, after a few rounds, there were still stains of blood on Tang Sulin's body, and a piece of cold ice condensed in his left hand, and even his mana gradually became unstable.

Seeing that he was afraid that it would be difficult for him to hold on for a long time, Tang Suling's spear swept out, and a gun shadow forced the entangled person in front of him to retreat a few feet, and then dodged the long whip attacking behind him, his body flashed, and instantly flew away from a hundred zhang, and then threw the strange treasure in his hand to Li Wenzhong.

"What are you doing?!" Li Wenzhong, who was being beaten by Fei Ye and Demon Slaying Sanniang, didn't expect Tang Suling to throw the strange treasure at him at this time, and in shock, regardless of his safety, he fought hard with the Demon Jiao, forcibly swallowed the bitter sweetness in his mouth, and was about to pick up the treasure with the power of the shock.

When he was still a few feet away from the strange treasure, a light laugh sounded, and the demon slaying Sanniang flashed out from the demon Jiao, grabbed the strange treasure with one hand, and then without saying a word, immediately turned his head and flew out of the valley.

Li Wenzhong saw that it was not good, so he wanted to chase it, but he heard Tang Suling say: "There is no need to chase, there are many enemies at the moment, and it is not the best strategy for you and me to fight hard, it is better to muddy the water, let the people in the extreme north eat dogs, and then we will reap the benefits of the fisherman." ”

"You mean?"

"Hmph, they say it nicely, what is to seize the treasure according to their ability, I expect that as long as the treasure is in hand, the previous words will immediately become a fart, in this case, it is better to let them grab it first. ”

When Li Wenzhong heard Tang Suling say this, he stopped in disbelief.

Sure enough, Demon Slaying Sanniang fled with the treasure, and before she could put the strange treasure into her own small world, she was immediately swept by the tail of the demon Jiaojiao swept from the air.

"Fei Ye, you dare to plot against me!" Demon Slayer Sanniang scolded angrily in the air, but Fei Ye didn't seem to hear it, and the demon Jiao opened his mouth and bit at the strange treasure.

The strange treasure was knocked away, and it was about to land, when suddenly the yellow light on the surface flashed, and a person came out of the soil and grabbed the strange treasure, which was the rehmannia seed. Rehmannia Zi got the strange treasure with a flash of joy on his face, and he didn't dare to delay for half a moment and immediately dived into the soil, the magic Jiao arrived in an instant, and bit down to the place where Rehmannia disappeared, but except for a mouthful of yellow mud, how could there be half a point of Rehmannia Zi's figure. Seeing this, how could everyone in the extreme north still have the heart to entangle with the two people in the southern Xinjiang, and they turned around to snatch the treasure, and the fragile alliance collapsed in an instant.

The demon Jiao returned in vain, and immediately turned into a magic cloud, silently burrowed into the ground, and chased after the earthly rehmannia Zi. But the foxglove seed seems to be sneaking in the land like a divine help, and the speed is extremely fast, and it takes a night to burrow into the soil but is pulled away. Although the other monks have also practiced the Earth Escape Secret Technique, the Secret Technique is a secret technique after all, and the Earth Escape Speed is not the same as the Rehmannia Zi, whose main practice is Longyi Di Fu Gong. Seeing that the rehmannia was fleeing, he was in a hurry.

Seeing this, Hehuan Gongzi sneered, closed the folding fan in his hand, and threw it towards the place where Rehmannia fled, and a powerful mana shot into the surface, and the ground immediately froze into ice, which was harder than rock.

Rehmannia happened to be sealed in the frozen soil, not to mention the frozen soil in the past, under his Longyi subdued work, even the diamond could escape from the soil, but the frozen soil laid by the son of Hehuan was extremely weird, let him use all his strength, front and back, left and right, could not advance a bit, and could only drill up to the earth.

Rehmannia knew that he had lost the opportunity, and as long as he drilled out of the earth, he would inevitably be attacked by the crowd, and he was uneasy. Not to mention him, even the three late-stage cultivators of the Demon Dao, or the two adults in Southern Xinjiang, could not escape safely in the hands of so many Saint Realm masters. At this moment, the reason of the rehmannia still defeated greed, and when he was about to break out of the ground, he first threw the strange treasure into the air.

The crowd did not wait for the rehmannia to break through the ground, but when they saw the strange treasure flying high, they immediately rushed up like flies seeing carrion. Rehmannia quietly peeked out of the soil, and seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he boldly joined the ranks of the competition for the treasure again.

The treasure is passed in the hands of everyone like this, no matter who gets the treasure can not escape the fate of being besieged by everyone, after a short period of ecstasy, they will face wave after wave of attacks, and they have to throw the treasure that they have finally obtained out again. Among them, there are also two early stage cultivators of the Holy Realm who are too greedy, and even in the precarious near future, they are unwilling to give away the strange treasures to others, so what awaits them is the fate of their bodies and souls being torn to pieces by everyone.

The fall of the two Saint Realm masters did not make the people who were competing sober up, and now everyone had a chance to seize the treasure, even if they had to face a siege, as long as they decisively gave up the treasure, everyone would immediately turn their heads to chase after it, and they would no longer pay attention to the poor worm who had lost the treasure. The harvest may be infinite, but the price to pay is so small, in such an atmosphere, greed and luck gradually overwhelm everyone's reason, and the scene becomes even crazier.

The competition lasted for most of the hour, as everyone started to get heavier and heavier, and several people with weaker strength had been injured a lot, Tang Suling and Li Wenzhong ran out patiently, thinking that the time had come, so they joined the competition. At first, it did work wonders, and they succeeded in capturing the treasure, but like everyone, they did not have the ability to take the siege of everyone, and in the end, they had no choice but to throw the treasure again. At this time, the two in southern Xinjiang have become part of the treasure army, and they are no different from the people in the far north.

He Zichuan was like many middle and low-level cultivators around him at this time, he didn't expect things to develop to such a point, and he was already dumbfounded.

After countless battles, the huge demon face transformed by the rolling demon cloud once again gulped and swallowed the strange treasure for the third time. As on the previous two occasions, he was immediately surrounded by the monks, as if he were going to tear it apart if he dared to flee with the treasure. Unlike the previous two times, this time Fei Ye seemed to have been prepared, and while swallowing the strange treasure, the demon face turned into a rolling demon cloud again, and a blood-colored spell flew out of the demon cloud, and the spell was full of blood, blooming like fireworks, forming a dark red teleportation circle in mid-air.

"It's the Blood Hidden Demon Escape! This guy is actually going to give up the first-order cultivation to escape, stop him quickly!" At this time, everyone woke up like a dream and blocked one after another.

However, at this moment, the demon cloud had already entered the magic circle, and the light of the magic circle flickered a few times before it disappeared out of thin air. Everyone's attacks were all half a beat slower, and they all returned in vain, and it seemed that no one could stop Fei Ye from leaving. The low laughter in the demon cloud was endless, and everyone's hearts were anxious, angry, and remorseful.

At this moment, a golden light suddenly appeared in the air, and the blood-colored magic circle was stagnant for a moment, and the magic circle that had become illusory gradually solidified, and then a huge golden spear shadow that was a hundred zhang long and five or six zhang wide in mid-air went straight into the magic circle. There was a loud thunderclap, and the shadow of the gun and the magic circle shattered at the same time, revealing the figure of a big man who was bleeding and in tatters.

At this time, Fei Ye had already fallen from the late stage of the Holy Realm to the middle stage of the Holy Realm, and his aura was extremely weak, and he could no longer maintain the Demon Cloud Change. As soon as he appeared, he immediately threw the strange treasure in his hand to everyone, and then turned his head and flew out of the valley, but he had given up the competition for the strange treasure. Seeing Fei Ye's body trembling and slow, she gritted her teeth and was about to chase after him, but she turned her head to look at the strange treasure, and suddenly her body stagnated, and after a while, she still stomped her foot to join the competition for the strange treasure, and let the seriously injured Fei Ye leave.

The golden light in the sky that blocked Fei Ye's blood sneaking demon escape suddenly converged like clouds, forming a very peculiar golden avenue, and the avenue seemed to directly penetrate the space and lead to another world. On the avenue, a huge colorful glow appeared, and hundreds of Gong'e fairies with spiritual power illusion embraced all kinds of musical instruments, playing a fresh and pleasant fairy music. Dozens of Phnom Penh carriages flew in unison, and thousands of gold-armored guards waited solemnly. A huge spirit luan dwells in the middle, and its incomparable power suddenly envelops the earth.

"Holy Ancestor Luan!" He Zichuan's pupils shrank, and he almost blurted out.

At this time, a blonde man holding a golden dragon-patterned spear walked out of Luan's driving surrounded by a huge battle in the sky.

"It's Ji Yanlan!" He Zichuan saw the person coming clearly, gasped, and exhaled in a low voice.

The treasure grabbers were shocked by such a big battle, and they all stopped, only one of the early stage monks of the Holy Realm had been completely blinded by greed, and still ignored it and grabbed the strange treasure in his hands.

The blonde man's eyes sharpened, and he raised his spear and pointed at the Holy Realm monk who had captured the treasure in his hand, and the phantom of the spear that had just stopped Fei Ye from escaping reappeared, and before everyone could see it clearly, the phantom of the spear hit the holy realm monk like a meteor outside the sky.

The spear phantom passed away with a single blow, and before the Holy Realm monk who had just captured the treasure could reveal the ecstasy after capturing the treasure, it disappeared, and a pale white primordial god flashed with golden lightning, screaming and struggling in mid-air and gradually dissipating.

When everyone saw the blonde man's gestures, they easily killed a Saint Realm early stage cultivator, and a sense of fear arose in their hearts, and they were suddenly in the mood to pay attention to the falling treasure, and they all looked at the blonde man with solemn faces.

"See your lord!" Tang Suling and Li Wenzhong in Southern Xinjiang saw the person coming and immediately saluted.

"The young master has arrived!" Several low cheers erupted among the middle and low-ranking monks in the southern frontier.

"Who is Your Excellency?" Seeing that no one spoke, the prince of Hehuan asked with a solemn face.

"In the first province of Nanfu in the south of Xianan, the governor Ji Yanlan. The blonde man's lips lifted slightly, and a faint answer floated out.

"It's Ji Jinlan, who is known as the invincible opponent in Southern Xinjiang!"

"He is the only personal disciple of the Holy Emperor of Southern Xinjiang!"

"The next Holy Emperor?!"

Hearing this, everyone's hearts suddenly jumped, and there were constantly low voices sounding in the Extreme North Saint Realm.

The strange treasure that no one paid attention to fell towards the low-level monks, but the people in the extreme north didn't see it, just staring at Ji Yanlan like a great enemy, ready to attack or flee at any time. Li Wenzhong wanted to chase after him, but was stopped by Tang Suling: "If the low-level monks can't run, first cooperate with the young master to solve the holy realms in the extreme north." ”

Seeing Tang Suling blocking it, Li Wenzhong himself thought it was reasonable, so he didn't pay attention to the strange treasure.

He Zichuan looked at Ji Yanlan, and then at the strange treasure that was falling from his head, and smiled bitterly in his heart, it seems that this time the troubled water can't be waded......