Seeing that Fei Ye was about to succeed, suddenly a long whip was drawn from hundreds of zhang away, and the huge force and surging mana sucked away the demon face that wanted to swallow in one fell swoop. The giant beast was able to breathe, and immediately spread its four claws and fled towards the outside of the valley, but it was stopped by other holy realms after just two steps, and the giant beast roared angrily and fought with several holy realm masters again and again. The besieging several Holy Realms had their own thoughts, and they were all afraid that the other party would take advantage of the chaos, so they all had spare strength, which made the situation of the giant beast a little better, and they could barely maneuver around under the siege of several Holy Realms.

"Old thief Murong, you dare to ruin my good deeds!" The scattered demon faces gathered again in an instant, and when they found that they had missed the best opportunity to seize the treasure, they were immediately furious.

The big man snorted coldly, ignoring Fei Ye, who was roaring angrily, and rushed straight towards the giant beast. The Changfeng Sword Saint beside him saw that not only was the treasure grabbing event carefully prepared by the sect destroyed, but also the dragon swordsman fell, and the elite of the sect lost most of it. Thinking that the mink Qiu man had entangled himself just now and ruined the good thing, he immediately had an object to vent his grief and anger.

"Murong old thief, if you can't get it from this sect, you don't want to get involved!" The Changfeng Sword Saint roared angrily, and a three-foot long sword in his hand danced out of ten thousand sword shadows, trapping the mink Qiu Han who was about to escape like a cage. At this time, the primary and secondary positions were different, the Changfeng Sword Saint changed from being eager to retreat from the enemy to only seeking to entangle the enemy, and the Ermine Qiu Han changed from pestering the enemy to being eager to get out, and in an instant, the two of them were just changing their minds, and the Ermine Qiu Dahan, who was originally calmly responding to the battle, immediately realized the impatience of the previous Changfeng Sword Saint. However, it is easy to entangle the enemy, but it is difficult to withdraw. Although both of them are mid-stage cultivators of the Holy Realm, the Changfeng Sword Holy Combat Power is slightly higher than that of the Mink Qiu Great Han, and the Ermine Qiu Great Han who was fighting with him before was still at ease, but at this moment, he was impatient in his heart, and instead fell into a disadvantage.

On the other hand, unlike the Changfeng Sword Saint, the Xizi Sword God thought that the sect had already paid so much for the treasure capture, and it must not end up in vain. Seeing that the three monsters of Yingchuan that had originally entangled him had pounced on the giant beast and fought with all the holy realm monks, his eyes lit up, and he cautiously approached the battle group, preparing to take the fire and wait for the opportunity to seize the treasure.

And the white-eyed sword immortal, who was already seriously injured by the Qiankun Sword Casting Furnace, put away the Qiankun Sword Casting Furnace and recovered on the spot, his red eyes stared at Fei Ye in the air, and he did not hide the murderous intent at all.

In the giant beast battle group, several holy realms not only had spare strength when encircling and suppressing giant beasts, but also fought with each other, and for a while, it turned into a chaotic battle between everyone and giant beasts.

At this time, two more rays of light flew in the sky, and the person who came swept lightly towards the battle group below, and immediately guessed the current situation. One of them, a very handsome young man in brocade, laughed three times, and said to Fei Ye, who was staring at the outside of the battle group: "Brother Fei left in a hurry the day before yesterday, and I also said that you have something urgent, but I never thought that it was such a good thing as a strange treasure in the world, Brother Fei Ye is really not interesting." ”

Although the words of the brocade boy were said to Fei Ye, his voice rolled out, breathtaking, and all the holy realms below felt that their ears were thundering, and they were amazed by the speaker's cultivation. The sudden change caused all the monks to stop for a while, and they all looked at the people who came, and then someone exclaimed: "It's Hehuan Gongzi and Demon Slaying Sanniang!" Seeing that there were two more demon monks from the late stage of the Holy Realm, the color of the Holy Realm was suddenly difficult to see.

Fei Ye had already noticed the arrival of the two, and when he heard the words of the prince of Hehuan, the rolling demon cloud said in a sullen voice: "There is only one foreign treasure, and this is not a drink to share, tell you to let you come and have a big fight with the deity?"

The brocade boy spread the folding fan in his hand, and said with a smile: "That Brother Fei has been here for a long time, but he has already obtained the treasure?"

Seeing that Hehuan Gongzi asked knowingly, and knew that he wanted to ridicule himself, Mo Yun snorted coldly and stopped talking. Hehuan Gongzi smiled with satisfaction and proposed: "Okay, the flies are buzzing and disturbing people's hearts, how can you be interested in enjoying the wine and beauty?" At present, there are only Brother Fei and I in the late stage of the Holy Realm, why don't we join forces, I and Sanniang stop the flies, Brother Fei takes the opportunity to seize the treasure, and when the treasure is in hand, we will discuss the distribution of the ownership?"

When everyone saw that no one was around the three great devils discussing the matter of seizing the treasure, they didn't pay attention to them at all, and they were both angry and shocked, and their expressions changed uncertainly.

Fei Ye was also a little moved when he heard the proposal, but he didn't agree on the spot, but asked hesitantly: "Aren't you afraid that the deity will never return after taking the treasure?"

Hehuan Gongzi shook the folding fan lightly, and said with a smile: "Brother Fei Ye is too worried, the Extreme North Demon Dao is so big, and there is no need for this son to say more about the miserable fate of those who break the rules." Halfway through Hehuan's speech, the beautiful purple-clothed woman beside him said coldly: "Fei Ye, this ** has coveted me for a long time, and everyone knows it." If I join forces with him to harm you and make yourself desperate in the Far North Demon Path, I will have no choice but to commit myself to him in the end. I think to myself isn't that stupid yet, so you don't have to worry. There was a moment of embarrassment on the face of the Hehuan Prince, but he did not refute.

"Okay, you stop everyone, I'll go and grab the treasure!" Demon Cloud pondered for a moment, and finally made a decision. He condensed into a vague eight-foot man and shot at the beast.

Hehuan Gongzi's smile remained unchanged, he folded a fan in his hand, and a cold force slapped towards the nearest few Saint Realm masters like a raging wind and tsunami, and the blood light flashed in his hand, holding a small blood knife in his hand, and the blood knife flew up and down in her hand, pulling out a knife flower, and a blood-red butterfly condensed out of the knife flower, and pounced on several other Saint Realm monks.

The three of them discussed the matter of joining forces in a grand manner, and all the masters of the Holy Realm on the side, no matter how stupid they were, were ready to deal with it, and when they saw that the three of them really did it, they all offered killing moves to greet each other. The scene was chaotic again.

In addition to the Rehmannia Zi, Unintentional Zen Master, Yingchuan Three Monsters and others, there are also seven Saint Realm masters who have arrived one after another, although they are numerous, but their cultivation is only in the early stage of the Holy Realm, the only two mid-stage masters Mink Qiu Dahan and the West Wind Sword Saint are still fighting at the other end, at this time, under the joint interception of the two late stage monks of the Holy Realm of Hehuan Gongzi and Demon Slaying Sanniang, the twelve early stage monks of the Holy Realm fell into the disadvantage.

He Zichuan, who was hiding in the middle and low-level monk battle group on the periphery, paid close attention to all this, and seeing the situation take a sharp turn for the worse, he couldn't help but think in his heart, "The combat power of the twelve Saint Realm early stage monks is naturally stronger than the two Saint Realm late stage monks, but one side has different thoughts and is wary of each other, and the other side is cooperating tacitly and doing its best. It can be asserted that it will be very difficult for these twelve Saint Realm Early Stage Cultivators to break through the joint entanglement of the two Late Stage Cultivators. As long as there is enough time, Hehuan and Demon Slaying can join forces, and they can even break through each of these dozen or so Saint Realm early stage cultivators, and it is not impossible to kill a few people on the spot.

However, this does not mean that these two demon masters who have joined forces are very strong, without considering the difference in the level of exercises, the cultivation and combat power of the monks are basically the same, if the great realm is the same, the combat power of each small level increases exponentially, but if you consider the difference in the level of exercises, the situation will be more complicated, to put it simply, the five immortal sects have super-first-class exercises, and the combat power of the disciples of their descendants who cultivate first-class high-level exercises is far superior to other monks in the same rank. For example, Mo Yan only has a mid-stage cultivation, but if she is willing to send all her strength to fight hard, then even if Hehuan joins forces with the Demon Slayer, she may not be her opponent, even if she can't kill the two, but she can still do it if she seriously injures the opponent. And his own cultivation is only in the early stage of the Holy Realm, but with his strong exercises, he can barely make a draw with any of these two late-stage cultivators. If you count the magic weapons...... What sect in this world can match the five great immortal sects? In this way, the combat power of the five immortal sect descendants of the monks is really not comparable to these reckless monks. ”

Just as He Zichuan was thinking wildly, a wail came from the air, that giant beast had the power of the late stage of the Holy Realm, but it itself had low intelligence and did not know how to use it, just like a sturdy fool, holding a giant axe and waving it indiscriminately, it seemed to be unstoppable, but as long as a young man who knew a little about the art of arching and horses could shoot it to death with an arrow a few zhang away.

After Hehuan Gongzi and Demon Slaying Sanniang blocked everyone, Fei Ye no longer stopped him, and plunged headlong into the back of the giant beast that escaped by instinct, the giant beast was strong and could not be injured by the sword, but what he encountered was Fei Ye. Fei Ye's cultivation of magic skills does not rely on the benefits of swords, but it has a very peculiar effect. I saw that the black blurred figure slapped down on the back of the giant beast, and the deep mana was like a river breaking through the embankment, hitting the giant beast's body from the palm of the palm, the giant beast screamed, and a large piece of flesh and blood on its back rotted and collapsed, turning into a trace of demonic energy, merging into Fei Ye's body, until the white bones of the forest were exposed. Fei Ye let out a pleasant tremor as if enjoying a meal. But this level was not enough to satisfy him, and then he slapped a second palm, directly breaking the back of the giant beast. The giant beast let out a weak wail, unable to support its body any longer, and turned into a stream of golden light, scattered in a circle, and then regrouped into a palm-sized jade box covered with countless exquisite charms.

"This is the real treasure!" Fei Ye held the jade box in his hand, and the sound of laughter resounded throughout the valley, and the faces of the Saint Realm masters who were still fighting fiercely changed one after another, staring at the vague figure.

Just as Fei Ye was triumphant, a long whip came silently. Fei Ye Delo was in a state of agitation, and he let his guard down, and by the time he realized that the whip was coming, it was too late. I saw that the long whip was wrapped, wrapped around the jade box, and then retracted it backwards, and the treasure that had just arrived flew out of Fei Ye's hand.

"Murong old thief, you are looking for death!" The treasure that had just arrived had not yet been warmed up, so someone else took it from his hand, Fei Yeden was furious, and the blurred figure collapsed instantly, reconverging into a demon Jiao, the demon Jiao opened its mouth and let out a long hiss, biting towards the strange treasure.

"Changfeng Lao'er, don't you want to stop?!" Taking advantage of the fact that the Changfeng Sword Saint was attracted by the attention of the Hehuan Gongzi, the Ermine Qiu Han seized the fleeting opportunity and attacked with the long whip in his hand, and unexpectedly grabbed the treasure. But seeing that the Changfeng Sword Saint came back to his senses and was about to be entangled again, as long as he was entangled for a moment, and when Fei Ye caught up, there was a chance that this treasure would be gained and lost, how could this not make him anxious.

"Stop, our treasures are divided equally!" In a hurry, the mink Qiu man blurted out.

Unbeknownst to him, the Changfeng Sword Saint seemed to have lost his mind, and he was not interested in his proposal at all, and came entangled with a sneer.

"Good opportunity!" Seeing this scene, the Xizi Sword God and the White-eyed Sword Immortal whispered at the same time.

At this moment, the long whip was wrapped in a strange treasure, and quickly pulled towards the mink Qiu man, although the demon Jiao turned by Fei Ye was in hot pursuit, but after all, there was still a distance of seven or eight zhang. Suddenly, the Xizi Sword God crossed the sword and slashed out, the long sword slashed out several zhang of sword, swept away like a crescent moon, and just cut off the tail end of the long whip wrapped in the strange treasure, and the Xizi Sword God grabbed the strange treasure in his hand with his left hand, and then turned his hand, the strange treasure had disappeared, and he was put into his own small world.

"Boy, you are also looking for death!" Fei Ye burst out when he saw this, and the Demon Jiao glared at him, and immediately turned around and pounced on the Xizi Sword God. After the Xizi Sword God obtained the treasure, he flew directly towards the sky without stopping, but after all, he was an early stage monk of the Holy Realm, and his speed was too far behind Fei Ye, Fei Ye was only seven or eight feet away from him, and he had caught up in an instant. The Demon Jiao opened its mouth and bit at the Xizi Sword God in anger, as if to swallow it alive. Just when the Demon Jiao's sawtooth was only a few inches away from the Xizi Sword God, suddenly a sword light appeared out of thin air, piercing directly into the back of the Demon Jiao's head, and it was actually the white-eyed sword immortal who killed it.

"Devil, return my junior brother's life!" The white-eyed sword fairy had red eyes, holding a white jade long sword, turning into a sword light, and stabbing directly at the demon Jiao with unparalleled might.

"It's broken!" Seeing this scene, He Zichuan's heart sank. The white-eyed sword immortal was attacked by the Qiankun Sword Casting Furnace, was seriously injured, and was furious by the death of the Qinglong Swordsman. But even so, in the case of the level of the exercises cultivated, Fei Ye is a late-stage monk after all, and although the white-eyed sword immortal is a sneak attack, it is expected that it will not be possible to kill Fei Ye with one sword. As long as Fei Ye does not die, then the white-eyed sword immortal will definitely die. This white-eyed old man's temper is too strong. He Zichuan couldn't help sighing in his heart.

Sure enough, the Demon Jiao in the air realized the danger and immediately gave up biting the Xizi Sword God, but instead turned his head and spewed out a red and black ** fire, and the demon fire was slashed by the white sword light as soon as it was exited, but this won a momentary opportunity for Fei Ye. The demon Jiao swung its tail in mid-air, forcibly twisted its body, and the white sword light slashed down, brushing against the back of the demon Jiao's head, only hitting the tail of the Jiao, and cutting off a section of the Jiao's body several zhang long.

The Demon Jiao roared in mid-air, and the body that was cut into two pieces collapsed at the same time, and only after turning into a demon cloud did they reunite again, for Fei Ye, who had already condensed the immortal body, this was just a flesh wound. And the white-eyed sword immortal was exhausted with a sword, and the oil was already exhausted, and the internal injuries that were eaten back could not be suppressed, his face turned red, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood again.

The demon cloud re-condensed a huge demon face, and the furious emotions caused the demon cloud to continue to roll and boil. The demon face screamed in anger, and opened his big mouth to bite down on the white-eyed sword immortal who was no longer able to move. The white-eyed sword immortal looked at the Xizi Sword God who had fled, and showed a miserable smile.

"Senior brother!" the Changfeng Sword Saint snorted in pain, watching the White Eyebrow Sword Immortal being swallowed by Fei Ye, leaving nothing of flesh and bones, and no Yuan Shen left.

Hearing the painful cry of Senior Brother Changfeng behind him, the Xizi Sword God knew that the White Eyebrow Immortal had passed away without looking back, and his heart was full of grief, but he couldn't stop, let alone turn around. This time, the Treasure Snatching Purple Sun Sword Sect has lost two Saint Realm cultivators, and most of the middle and low-level elites, and has offended many forces, in addition to its own strength, it also has to face various liquidations after this matter, but as long as he and Senior Brother Changfeng are still there, with a strange treasure in hand, the sect can be revived in a few hundred years.

While fleeing, the Xizi Sword God secretly ruthlessly promised to kill Na Fei Ye in the future! At this moment, a long sword suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, slashing at him quickly and silently. Xizi Sword God was suddenly startled, the long sword in his hand shook horizontally, and the sword of the future attack swung away, and then casually slashed out a sword light, forcing the sneak attack who had been deceived in front of him to retreat. Just as the Xizi Sword God was about to take this opportunity to escape, he suddenly felt a tightness in his back, a chill in his chest, and when he looked down, a spear came out of his chest, inserting him into the cross, and the sound of the shattering aura of the body protection aura was only late at this time.

I saw a red-haired and white-dressed girl shake the spear in her hand and threw the Xizi Sword God into the air, and then with a volley of her left hand, a pale white translucent Yuan Shen was pulled out of the Xizi Sword God's body. The girl in white had a grim face, and her five fingers slashed deeply into the Yuan Shen of the Xizi Sword God, and she quickly cast a secret technique, and then suddenly strengthened her hand, and the Yuan Shen was squeezed by the powerful mana with a "bang". After doing all this, the girl's left hand reached out again, half of her arm disappeared, as if she had reached into another space out of thin air, and in less than half a moment, she retracted her hand, and actually grabbed the strange treasure that was included in the small world of Xizi Sword God.

"Senior brother!" The Changfeng Sword Saint screamed in pain again, losing three Saint Realm juniors and most of the sect elites one after another, so that the ideal that the Changfeng Sword Saint had been fighting for was instantly extinguished, and the demons accumulated because he had been unable to advance to the late stage of the Saint Realm for hundreds of years broke out in an instant, and the Changfeng Sword Saint, who was full of grief and anger, was in turmoil at this moment. He looked like a mad tiger, without any rules, like a white-eyed sword fairy, desperate, holding a sword to kill the girl in white. However, before he could fly in front of the girl, his head was cut off by a sword, and the primordial spirit dissipated between heaven and earth. And the murderer who cut off his head, a middle-aged monk, walked out of the spatial rift leisurely and slowly stood beside the girl in white.

It's a pity that the Ziyang Sword Sect, which can rank in the top three in Chizhou, has lost all the Holy Realm masters and most of the sect elites overnight. It is conceivable that there will be various forces to plunder or retaliate against them who have lost their strength in the future, and after this reckoning, this once first-class faction in the far north will probably be reduced to a fourth- or fifth-rate vassal role.

"Who are you?" The sudden upheaval caused all the Saint Realm cultivators, including the three major demons, to stop fighting. Seeing that the girl in white and the middle-aged monk were very angry, the prince of Hehuan rarely put away his smile, revealing a look of doubt.

The girl in white glanced at the prince of Hehuan lightly, and said lightly: "The ninth town envoy of the Southern Territory of the Southern Frontier Sacred Domain, Tang Suling." The thin old man also clenched his fists slightly and said: "The tenth town envoy of the Southern Frontier Sacred Domain, Li Wenzhong." ”

When everyone heard this, they gasped. Although these two people only had the early stage of cultivation in the Holy Realm, the two provinces of the Southern Xinjiang Sacred Domain were like the inner and outer gates of Jinchuan, with the North Mansion controlling twenty-one outer areas of Southern Xinjiang and the Southern Mansion controlling thirteen provinces in the core area of Southern Xinjiang. Each province has a metropolitan governor to govern, and the pacification envoy is equivalent to the position of the governor of the Jinchuan Seven Swords Hall, which is the true core lineage of southern Xinjiang.

The faces of the Saint Realm cultivators were different, and they were obviously all planning their own calculations. After a short silence, the prince of Hehuan suddenly unfolded the folding fan and said with a smile: "The two adults of the Southern Frontier Sacred Domain are sneakily hiding, I'm afraid they didn't report to Jinchuan, right?"

Tang Suling and Li Wenzhong both frowned. Seeing the reaction of the two, Gongzi Hehuan confirmed his guess and continued: "The extreme north is the sphere of influence of Jinchuan, even if the two of them are adults in the holy region, they should not meddle in the affairs of the extreme north. What's more, the strange treasure comes from the extreme north, although Jinchuan has never interfered in the competition for treasures, but if it is obtained by forces outside the extreme north, I am afraid it will be a different matter. Now that we have been waiting for a big fight, there will be such a big movement, I am afraid that the inspection envoy of Jinchuan will arrive soon. ”

Everyone nodded when they heard this, and the greed suppressed by the other party's identity was ready to move again, only He Zichuan smiled bitterly. Hehuan Gongzi is right, Jinchuan has a very strict control over the far north, and usually such a big battle must be observed by Jinchuan's nightingale, and if the situation escalates, an inspector will be sent to intervene. But now Qingfeng Hall has almost been uprooted in Wuzhou, the infiltration of Baihuwei is unknown, and most of Jinchuan has become deaf and blind in Wuzhou.

"Having said a lot, what do you want to say?" Tang Suling ignored everyone's reactions and asked lightly.

Gongzi Hehuan sneered and said, "I mean, as long as the two of you leave behind the strange treasure, we will not hold you accountable for indiscriminately killing the high-ranking cultivators of the Extreme North." ”

Tang Suling smiled contemptuously and turned sideways slightly, not at all wanting to answer, let alone returning the treasure.

Hehuan Gongzi's face changed, and he said hatefully: "As the saying goes, a strong dragon does not suppress the head snake, and it is true that your Southern Xinjiang Sacred Domain is a strong dragon, but after all, this is Jinchuan's sphere of influence, and Jinchuan is not just a snake on the ground." Since you don't know the current affairs, don't blame us for being ruthless!" After speaking, the prince of Hehuan said to the monks of the Holy Realm in the extreme north: "Everyone, the Jinchuan patrol envoy must be nearby, we have a lot of people, and we don't need to be afraid of the people of his holy domain, as long as the treasure is not taken away by outsiders, who can get the treasure by virtue of his ability, my son Hehuan will never retaliate afterwards." ”

As soon as these words came out, the greed in the hearts of all the Saint Realm monks present was immediately ignited, they were already very reluctant to foreign monks, but they were worried about the identity of the other party's Southern Frontier Sacred Domain lineage, and secondly, they were afraid that they would make wedding dresses for the three demons in the end. Monk Hehuan's words, plus Fei Ye and Demon Slayer Sanniang also nodded slightly, and the group of Saint Realm masters who had just fought to death were unprecedentedly united at this moment, gearing up to gradually surround the two of them in the middle.

He Zichuan frowned, these two people in Southern Xinjiang were the two Saint Realm monks who had just led everyone in Southern Xinjiang to break into Caiji Valley to seize the treasure, and the middle-aged monk who killed the Changfeng Sword Saint was the guy who almost found He Zichuan in the mustard seed Sumeru. Their own cultivation is not low, and there is also a young master who has not appeared, although there are many people and others at the moment, the final outcome is not yet known.

The extreme north is Jinchuan's sphere of influence, and all the sects in the extreme north are the puzzle of Jinchuan's power, and they regard Jinchuan as their suzerain, and Jinchuan also has the obligation to protect them. According to Jinchuan's rules, unless it is something that Jinchuan must obtain, he will generally not interfere in the competition of the sects in the extreme north, but if there are forces outside the extreme north, Jinchuan must defend it. At present, He Zichuan had already expected that there would be no patrol envoys, so he himself would become the only representative of Jinchuan. If he doesn't make a move at this time, Jinchuan's prestige will inevitably be hit, and in the case of a mysterious organization's attempt to carve up Jinchuan, this may lead to the separation of the Far Northern sects and Jinchuan. But once He Zichuan makes a move, no matter whether he can win or not, he has to expose his identity. In this way, not only will his plan to secretly investigate the details of the mysterious organization be completely frustrated, but if the people in southern Xinjiang are really part of the mysterious organization, then he himself will be in a very dangerous situation.

The Saint Realm masters in mid-air fought again, but He Zichuan was at war in his heart, and he was in a dilemma.