Two swords came, and the mountain shook.

The first sword, derived from the palm of Hengjiang's hand, was issued from the golden pill, three feet long and three fingers wide, which looked ordinary, but it resisted the eight magic weapons of the Eight Desolation True People.

The second sword originated from a hundred miles away.

The whole mountain range, rising from the ground, galloped towards Xuanming Mountain.

The magic weapon in the hands of the eight-legged real person was blocked by Hengjiang with a three-foot sword, and the victory was indistinguishable.

With this Daojun's means, he could have taken advantage of Hengjiang's golden pill to resist the Eight Desolation Treasures and take care of other things flawlessly, and he could have taken decisive action, but the eight-legged real person did not do so.

"Good means!"

The eight-legged real person admired, not advancing but retreating!

He put away the eight magic weapons, walked sideways with the steps of a crab, pushed it to a hundred meters away, and stood there, concentrating.

Everyone around them has different expressions.

Few people can understand why the eight-legged real person did not seize this opportunity.

Mountains in the distance, rising and rising.

It's a mine.

After the swarthy mountain leaves the ground, the veins hidden deep in the ground are like tree roots, pulling, entangled, and pulled out from the depths of the earth, gradually drifting into the sky, even higher than the height of Xuanming Mountain.

From the perspective of everyone standing, looking towards the northwest, it can be seen that the mountains are like strange dragons, with teeth and claws.

The sun rises higher and higher, and the daylight gets brighter and brighter.

The roots-like veins, already glowing with metallic luster, are now illuminated by the sun, reflecting pieces of light, looking like the scale armor on the dragon's body from a distance, and the mountains suspended in the air have naturally become a strange dragon with teeth and claws.

The eight-legged real person looked up at the northwest sky, and his eyes glowed with an inexplicable look.

"Master!"

Qingque shouted while pointing to Hengjiang, his tone was becoming more and more urgent, and said: "Master, don't wait any longer! Wait any longer, wait until the strange mountain flies in, I'm afraid that Hengjiang has another backhand!"

The eight-legged real person turned a deaf ear.

Qingque urged again: "The disciple implores the master, hurry up and do it, so as not to have too many dreams at night!"

The eight-legged real man waved his big claw like pincers, made a gesture of shaking his hand, and said, "Hugh should be noisy, and he has his own plans for the teacher." ”

Qingque was so angry that she stomped her feet, but she didn't dare to say more.

She completely forgot that Hengjiang, who was standing in front of her master and fighting with her master, was a pure yang immortal in cultivation, and had just cultivated to pure yang, and compared with her master, there was a huge difference in cultivation.

But Qingque inexplicably felt that the pure yang immortal Hengjiang in front of her was her master's fierce rival. She also faintly felt that even if she cultivated on the Hengjiang River, but now facing the Hengjiang River with the golden pill in her hand and releasing the three-foot sword qi, she was as fragile as an ant, and the Hengjiang was as high as the majestic mountains.

The people of the evil demon outer way, compared with the authentic sect of Xianmen, are far inferior to the authentic sect of Xianmen in respecting teachers. If one day, when the disciple's cultivation surpasses that of the master, he will even turn against the guest and shout at the master. But Qingque's cultivation is far inferior to the eight-legged Daojun, and now that he has been rejected by the eight-legged Daojun, Qingque no longer dares to say more.

The people around him were all angry and corrupt.

They seemed to have forgotten that even if Hengjiang attracted the Seven Stars of the Vermilion Bird and reached Pure Yang overnight, he was just a Pure Yang Immortal, while the Eight-Legged True Person was a Dao Monarch who had cultivated for tens of thousands of years, and his strength was strong. And this eight-legged real person has already found the path to immortality, and his strength is a little stronger than that of ordinary Dao Jun.

Thundered......

A dull thunderous sound came from the northwest sky.

That mountain range is some distance from the Xuanming Dojo after all.

It would have taken a while for the sound to reach Xuanming Mountain from a hundred miles away.

Now, the voice has finally arrived.

The mountains are getting closer and closer in everyone's view, and they seem to be getting bigger and bigger.

The eight-legged real man stood still, waiting for the mountains to fly.

There are a few demons and outsiders, and finally they can't bear it, and despite the fact that the eight-legged real person is fighting with Hengjiang, they secretly make a move and plot against Hengjiang.

"Get out!"

The eight-legged real man shouted violently, and the eight magic weapons around him flew out towards those demons and outsiders.

This time, the people of the Evil Demon Outer Dao who came back to participate in Chen Caozhi's funeral, Benduo is hundreds old, and he was attacked and killed by Hengjiang with the Eight Cold Karmic Fire, and the Divine Soul Realm was completely killed and injured, and only a few Pure Yang Immortals remained, all of whom were the elites of this group of Evil Demon Outer Dao disciples who came to the Xuanming Dojo.

The disciple of the evil demon and the outer way has always been respected by the strong and aggressive.

To be aggressive means to be experienced in fighting.

The ability to grasp the moment is extraordinary.

They want to take advantage of the fact that Hengjiang is also looking at the distant mountains in the distance, and they may be distracted by this opportunity to make a brazen attack and make a secret attack.

It's a pity that the eight-legged real man's fighting experience is richer than that of these demonic disciples.

In the eyes of these pure yang immortals, a trace of killing intent flashed just now, and a trace of killing intent just appeared on their bodies, and they were noticed by the eight-legged real person.

The Eight Desolation Treasures turned into eight rays of light, and lightning flashed, slashing a few pure yang immortals to ashes on the spot, and even the soul did not leave a trace of it.

Seeing this scene, the green finch was terrified.

She originally wanted to sneak attack Hengjiang, but because she noticed that her master's attitude was a little different from usual, she resisted the murderous thoughts in her heart.

Qingque's original intention was not to make the master angry because he disobeyed the master's order.

But she never thought that Shizun would make a brazen attack and kill those few Pure Yang Immortals here.

In Qingque's heart, he couldn't figure it out more and more.

The eight-legged real person seemed to have guessed what Qingque was thinking, and said in a deep voice: "Today, Hengjiang and I are here to discuss the Dao fighting method, whether it is life or death, it is a matter between me and Hengjiang, how can I allow others to make a move?"

At this moment, Qingque felt more and more that today's eight-legged real people were completely different from the eight-legged real people in the past.

"Didn't Shizun always teach me that in order to achieve the goal, can I do whatever it takes?" Qingque asked, she never thought that one day, her Shizun would be so upright!

"The purpose of being a teacher is to fight with Hengjiang Zheng'er's Eight Classics!"

"Didn't Shizun come to catch Hengjiang and return to Zhuyan Palace?" Qingque asked again.

"The purpose of capturing Hengjiang back to Zhuyan Palace is to let Hengjiang worship in Zhuyan Palace and strengthen our division. I can discuss the Dao fighting method with Hengjiang here, but I can use Xu Wuji's path of immortality to confirm my path of immortality. This move can sharpen my Dao heart and open up my path to immortality for immortality......" The eight-legged real person's eyes were scorching, and his tone was extremely firm.

At this time, Qingque came to his senses.

Preventing others from plotting against Hengjiang is not an eight-legged real immortal wind bone.

Her master is an eight-legged real person, and there is no change at all. From beginning to end, he is still the Taoist of Zhuyan Palace, who puts interests first and self-interest first.

The distant mountains are coming!

The mountain flew to the northwest of Xuanming Peak two or three miles away and stopped.

It's like a floating island, hovering in the air.

Thundered!

The clouds were thick and the thunder was falling.

Countless thunderbolts, like golden snakes, danced wildly, slashing towards the floating mountains.

Dirt and gravel, falling from the mountains.

The thunder and lightning in the sky are like hammers, bombarding the mountains, hammering the impurities in the mountains from the mountains, leaving only metallic substances such as gold, silver, copper and iron.

Under the interplay of sunlight and thunder, the light reflected by the hanging mountain became brighter and brighter.

As time went on, what was originally a big mountain became smaller and smaller.

And the shape of the mountains has also changed from a state of fangs and claws to a long shape.

The mountain wind is whistling, blowing wantonly.

Hengjiang has a blindfold on his face, which can distinguish the direction of the aura of heaven and earth, and see the five brilliances of the five elements of aura clearly. He clearly saw that the aura of heaven and earth formed a huge whirlpool around the Hanging Mountain, pouring the aura into the Hanging Mountain.

Over time, even if the people in the surrounding immortal sects couldn't see the aura of heaven and earth clearly, they also felt it, and the scene in front of them was very similar......

Hengjiang looked at the sky from afar, the sword trick in his hand changed slightly, pointed at the hanging mountain in the air, and shouted: "Cast!"

At this moment, the people in the Immortal Sect in the Xuanming Dojo had a thought in their hearts: forge a sword!

This is the forging of the sword.

With heaven and earth as the furnace, thunder as the sledgehammer, and heaven and earth aura as the furnace fire, the sword is cast in the sky!

The eight-legged real man stared at Yokoe.

His unique crab eyes were radiant and eager, as if they were about to breathe fire.

"Immortality...... Immortal ......"

The eight-legged real man muttered, like crazy.

At this time, there was an inexplicable sound, mixed with thunder, which was very distinct.

Boom!

Boom!

This is the sound of a hammer forging a sword embryo.

There is an inexplicable rhythm in the voice, which makes people's hearts pound.

Except for Hengjiang, who controlled the Jindan volley sword, and the eight-legged real person in the realm of Daojun, all the people in the Immortal Sect on Xuanming Mountain all felt that their heartbeat, unconsciously, was completely synchronized with the sound of hammer forging in the air.

When the sound of the hammer was intense, the heartbeat accelerated dramatically.

When the sound of the hammer was sparse, the heartbeat became unusually slow.

The Qingque of Zhuyan Palace and Su Yanghao of the Hongdu Dojo were already pure yang immortals, and with their means, it was easy to control their hearts. But today, no matter what methods these two immortals used, they couldn't get their heartbeats out of the control of the sound of the hammer.

There is a unique rhythm in this sound.

Other people in the immortal sect may be very unfamiliar, or they may not know what this rhythm represents.

But in the hearts of the disciples of the Xuanming Dojo, a familiar feeling was born.

They suddenly remembered that they had passed the examination of the Xuanming Dojo back then, and before they entered the master's gate, they had also gone through a test. That is, he was taken to the Nirvana Cave Mansion, sat cross-legged outside the Nirvana Cave Mansion one by one, and listened to the sound of the bell coming from the Nirvana Cave Mansion. If you can realize the cultivation system left by the founding patriarch Dongfang Suo from the bell, then you can successfully worship the master. If you can't realize it, then you have no chance with the Xuanming Dojo. If you realize the common law system, you can only become an inner disciple. If you can directly comprehend the true transmission of the Xuanming Dojo, then you can directly become the true disciple of the Xuanming Dojo.

Dao Yun!

This must be the rhyme!

Han Jian was the first to react. He first bowed to Hengjiang, then closed his eyes, sat cross-legged on the ground, and felt the Dao rhyme coming from the air, but he ignored it, Xuanming Mountain was in a predicament at the moment of the great enemy.

"Sit down!"

Dugu Xin gave an order, and although the disciples of Xuanming had their own doubts, they also sat aside.

However, Dugu Xin himself had no idea of understanding Daoyun at all.

She has a beautiful heart, worried about Hengjiang, how can she have the mind to listen to the Tao?

Even if he understands the Dao rhyme coming from the air, can become an immortal on the ground, can reach the Dao Jun directly, and even live forever, Dugu Xin refuses to take his eyes off Hengjiang......