There was no blood spurting out after the corpse was decapitated, and just when everyone was wondering, the corpse suddenly turned into a broken green leaf, and the figure above the void clouds in the distance flickered, revealing a pale person, who was the one who had escaped.

It's just that without waiting for Qi Wanli to slow down, the space at the back of his neck where he just appeared rippled like ripples, and before he could react, another red thread was wrapped, and the big head rolled down, and the headless corpse spurted a large amount of blood from the neck, but this time there was no green leaf to change, and Qi Wanli really died cleanly.

Just when the corpses of thousands of miles fell from the sky, and the monks of Muxiuzhou who remained on the top of the mountain were leaderless one by one, and they were at a loss, a Buddha horn resounded with great majesty throughout the world, and a monk stepped into the air, but it was the monk with nine ring scars that Zhong Shanxue had seen in the wind and rain pavilion.

"It's Wuzhen!" exclaimed one of the Mu Xiuzhou monks, who looked a little confused.

The monks of Jinyang Prefecture are not familiar with Wu Zhen, but for the people of Mu Xiu Prefecture, Wu Zhen is definitely a household name. But more than ten years ago, the three most outstanding figures of the young generation in Muxiu Prefecture, represented by Wu Zhen, fell two in a valley, and only one Wu Zhen escaped with serious injuries, and he has never heard about Wu Zhen since then.

It's just that what people didn't expect was that he was here today. It's just that those who are familiar with him before are surprised to find that the current Wuzhen has a sense of rebirth.

I saw Wu Zhen walking in the air, and came to the sky above the location of the Temple of Heavenly Sword Peak Mountain, standing quietly, a faint scar on his forehead suddenly cracked, and a red light fell on the white mist, and the white mist suddenly poured white snow like boiling water, and instantly melted into a void.

Looking from the void, you can actually see a corner of the temple, and you can faintly see a red light coming out of the temple.

Wu Zhen stepped into it, and the white mist closed again.

Among the Mu Xiuzhou monks who were in chaos just now because Honglan entered the sea of fog and died for thousands of miles, they didn't know who shouted: "Let's go in together, I don't believe that he has three heads and six arms, and he can attack all of us at the same time." ”

The monks gathered in Namu Xiuzhou were not knowing what to do, and when they heard such a sentence, someone immediately echoed it, and then they saw them rise into the air together, each using their own means, and disappeared into the sea of fog.

After they were submerged in the sea of fog together, the surging white mist suddenly swirled, like a big fish stirring in the water, and then the sound of the sword chant filled the void, and in an instant, there were a few lights in the white mist, like a lamp of different colors.

Those rays of light were the magic weapons and spells used by the monks who had just rushed into the sea of fog.

As these treasures lit up, the rotation of the white mist also became violent, like a grinding disc, turning faster and faster.

Suddenly, someone saw a person emerge in the white mist and be swallowed up, as if a drowning person was struggling desperately, and the screams disappeared in a flash.

At first this was only an occasional sight, but it was not long before it sprung up, and people struggled to break out of the swirling white mist, only to be pulled back again by an invisible force, and briefly showed their heads, showing only their expressions of horror and meaningless cries of fear.

After a while, those people disappeared completely in the white mist, and when anything loomed, all that could be seen was severed hands or feet, and after a while, even severed hands and feet could not be seen.

"It's a cloud. The dignified-looking Taoist exclaimed.

"What clouds?" asked someone immediately, confused.

"When the Tribulation appeared, the clouds above the Nine Heavens looked like this. Only by learning from heaven and earth can he cultivate superior spells, and he is no longer simply using the spiritual power of the Heavenly Sword Peak and the power of mountains and rivers to dominate the enemy, but has formed his own means. The dignified-looking Taoist explained.

While speaking, a cloud of red mist suddenly appeared in the sea of fog, and someone looked at it carefully, and suddenly said in surprise: "I didn't expect that Wuzhen was still alive." ”

At that moment, someone said: "That Wu Zhen is not an ordinary person, it is said that when he appeared, the sky was full of red light, the room was full of incense, and after he was born, there was a nine-point carmine ring scar on the top of his head, and he was later accepted as a disciple by Bidu Temple." ”

Suddenly, someone said to the dignified-looking Taoist: "True person, you know the situation in the sea of fog so well, I'm afraid you have a way to see the situation in the sea of fog." ”

The Taoist smiled, took out a cyan mirror from his arms, the mirror surface was hazy, and there were patterns of flowers, birds, insects and fish behind the mirror, he threw it into the sky, and recited a jerky incantation in his mouth, and the mirror changed with the spell, turning into a huge and clear mirror, and the mirror revealed all the scenes in front of the mountain temple.

The corpse in front of the mountain temple was covered with blood. The girl named Hongchen was lying on the ground, and Honglan was holding a white lotus flower in her hand, emitting a cloud of white light that enveloped herself and the red-clothed girl on the ground.

In front of them, there was a gray-clothed monk, a red light on the top of his head shrouded down, and a blood-red light in a vertical eye on his forehead shot straight into the mountain temple, and in the mountain temple, there was a red flame of light shrouded in it, and nothing could be seen clearly under the flame, hazy.

If you look closely, you will find that the Buddha beads in Wuzhen's hand are being ejected by him with his thumb, and every time one pops out, you can see a black light shooting out. And under the shroud of the red light emitted from the top of his head, there was constantly a dark red light re-entering, and every time the dark red light pierced, he would pause, and then he was hit by the Buddha bead that popped out of his hand, and then the dark red light disappeared, and then pierced again, and so on.

"Such a deep mana, the spiritual power of the mountain domain can't suppress him. The dignified Taoist said with some surprise, and the people next to him could hear that he was talking about that Wuzhen.

"The magic power he used shouldn't be from Bidu Temple. Someone asked, after looking at it for a while.

"Not really. The majestic Taoist nodded.

Although the monks who came from Mu Xiuzhou this time were killed and wounded, no one left, but many people who had just received the news came from afar to watch. One by one, they just stared intently at the mirror in the sky, looking at the battle between the Wu Zhen in the mirror and the dark red light that flew out of the mountain temple.

It's just that the mountain temple in the mirror image seems to be in a very far place, and a little red light shines out from the temple, so that people outside can't see the inside clearly, no matter what.

No one noticed that on the top of a mountain stood a young Taoist with a pair of long eyebrows, carrying two flying swords, one green and one red, and wearing a purple Xuan Dao robe, which looked particularly conspicuous. This person is naturally the Changmei Daoist of the Tianshan Sword Sect.

The Tianshan Sword Sect has always been a person who is not prosperous, and some time ago, three disciples traveled to Jinyang Prefecture, and their main purpose was to visit the Nantianmen on the Tiankui Peak of the Guxiao Mountain Range.

However, after these three people left the Tianshan Mountain, they never went back, making the Tianshan Sword Sect people who were already withered more and more few. This time, the Changmei Daoist came out, firstly, to find the cause of death of the three junior disciples, and secondly, to make a name for the Tianshan Sword Sect.

Therefore, after the Changmei Daoist descended the Tianshan Mountain, he first found Junwei of the Shushan Sword Sect, who had once made a sword against the descendants of the South Tianmen, and wanted to know how he compared to her. After that, he was going to go to Nantianmen, starting from this world's No. 1 Cultivation Sect, and reinvigorating the prestige of the Tianshan Sect. But after arriving in Jinyang Prefecture, he suddenly heard the legend about Bai Yue and Chen Gong, so he came to this Tianjian Peak.

On the way to Tianjian Peak, he happened to meet Chen Gong as the protector of the Heavenly Tribulation of the Divine Crossing of the Quhe River, when he saw Chen Gong using his sword to attract the heavenly thunder and kill the enemy, he was immediately moved, when he came to the sky above the Heavenly Sword Peak, but he felt the breath of his Tianshan Sword Sect, and then found three fragments of the magic weapon in the Heavenly Sin Peak, with the unique brand of the Tianshan Sword Sect on it, as well as the breath of the Heavenly Thunder, he suddenly guessed in his heart that his three junior disciples may have died in the hands of Chen Gong.

The long-eyebrow Taoist closed his eyes, calmed down, the killing intent in his heart soared, the sword moved with his heart, and the sword trembled violently behind his back, many people felt it, and they all looked at this side, only to see a green mountain on the top, a long-eyed Taoist dressed in a purple Xuan Dao robe stood outstanding, and two rays of light behind him, one green and one red, condensed into two illusory dragon shadows.

"Who is he, so murderous. This question immediately arose in everyone's minds, but no one could answer, and more people saw the two trembling swords behind him.

From afar, I saw that his right hand slowly grasped the hilt of the green sword on his back, and after a pause, he slowly drew the sword out of its sheath, and the sound of the sword sounded slowly, but it was continuous, louder and louder, and the murderous aura became heavier and heavier.

With the pull out of the green sword, the cyan clouds above his head became thicker and thicker, and the wind and clouds gathered in all directions, at this moment, he seemed to have become the protagonist of heaven and earth.

Many who were near rose into the air and were far away from him. The dignified-looking Taoist in the distance narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the green sword, and the huge mirror in the void didn't know when it shone towards the long-eyebrow Taoist.

The sword on the back of the long-eyebrow Daoist was clearly imprinted in the mirror, magnified many times, and could be seen clearly without the interference of the clouds.

I saw that the red sword was still on the back, and there seemed to be a broken mark on the hilt, although it was polished very smooth, a trace of disharmony could still be seen. Looking at the front and back of the green sword handshake, there are also the same traces, and the blade of the green sword that has been unsheathed in the mirror does not look like a sword, but like a knife, a pair of scissors that is only half of it, and when it is intertwined with the red sword, it is really the same as the blade of the scissors.

As more and more parts of the green sword were unsheathed, the murderous aura became heavier and heavier, and the wind and clouds gathered in the void, and a frog was slowly forming in the sky, roaring with teeth and claws.

Boom!

A blue light slashed down from the top of the mountain, and from a distance, it seemed to see a frog rushing into the sea of fog, unmatched.

The white mist was rushed out of a passage and dispersed, and the mountain temple hidden in the depths of the white mist suddenly appeared in the eyes of everyone.

The mirror in the sky had already shone down when the sword was slashed, and I saw that a green brick suddenly flew out of the mountain temple and hit the frog's head, and the frog that was originally rushing straight to the main gate of the mountain temple suddenly deflected away and squeezed on a corner of the top of the mountain temple.