"--My Origin Demon Sect's thousand-year-old plan is about to be revealed. This is the key point, and there is already a shortage of manpower. At this time, it seems inappropriate to meddle in the affairs of Yunlu in the east?"

"Then Senior Brother Mi, can it be that my sect has been humiliated by that sect guard three times and twice, and I can endure it?"

Luo Ming sneered, and at this time, beside him, it was none other than one of his senior brothers, Mitra, who said what he had just said.

When the latter heard this, he was breathless, and then shook his head.

"I always feel that one, I'm afraid it's not so easy to start. The junior brother had selfish intentions, and was careful not to swallow him, but broke his teeth-"

"The three holy lands are working together, and there are at least five Lingfu sects in the family, so I don't believe that he can turn the sky upside down!"

With a cold snort, Luo Ming's face was a little cold.

"If it weren't for the inheritance of the Dragon Palace, I wouldn't be able to use twenty percent of my mana. Then I'm going to want him to fall!

The island ahead had arrived, flying far above the city. At this time, Namidhara did not say much.

Luo Ming sneered, and didn't do anything, just one after another demon breath fell.

But at this moment, Luo Ming's heart was alarmed. The people around him also looked around.

I saw hundreds of gold needles, all of which appeared. Lines of crimson flames were generated in the sky in all directions.

"Ambush?"

Luo Ming frowned, and subconsciously, he released his altar. His mind was full of doubts, who the hell was this, daring to ambush their Origin Demon Sect?

The Righteous Sects?

The spiritual tide is imminent, and it is too late to calm down at this time. At this time, a big war was set off, and the gains outweighed the losses.

This thought only then did I see that there were countless thunderbolts, and they were suddenly generated. Merging with the blazing red flame, it turned to pure black in an instant, and exploded violently.

The cultivators of the Origin Demon Sect in the air all had solemn expressions, and they had already begun to take precautions.

But when the black flame came like a tide, it filled the sky in an instant. But no matter whether it is the spiritual law obstacle or the qi, the back or the spiritual weapon, it can't be stopped, and it is directly scorched.

The sound of dozens of miserable screams rang out one after another.

In addition, there are countless thunderbolts, between those silver needles, constantly beating and shining.

Just by being familiar with it, there were four more seventh-order cultivators, and they turned into ashes on the spot.

Luo Ming only felt that there was blood dripping in his heart, this was the real elite selected by the sect to go to the Dragon Palace!

It's just that at this time, it is extremely difficult for him to take care of himself. With the power of the altar, he maintained that his body was not immersed in black flames.

The two Dharma protectors around, the strength of the eighth-order Martial Venerable Realm, was also close to the altar, and they were spared, and the spirit duel was drawn, and two ninth-order soul beasts with different images were summoned. Luo Ming's spiritual sense is to sense it with all his strength and find out where this black flame spirit method comes from.

After a moment, his eyes were piercing,

"Elephant dragon, come out for me!"

As soon as he spoke, a huge spirit beast flew out of the spirit beast bag.

It is like a dragon, and it also has a strong dragon power. But his body was three times the size of an ordinary ninth-order true dragon!

Namidhara also rushed out of the black flame and followed.

The red light around him flashed, and he rushed downward, at the foot of a mountain peak.

At this time, in the underground, Zong Shou also stopped the magic power of the Burning Sky Flame. A mantra was read in his mouth, and he immediately turned the two puppet séances into silver armor paper figures.

The Yuan Soul also came out of its body and infiltrated a paper body on the left. Then he held the Broken Autumn Sword in his hand, and the two figures, together with seven points of white light, rushed out of the ground.

As soon as Fang came out of the ground, Zong Shou's sword light condensed one by one, controlling the paper figure and rushing directly towards the elephant dragon.

I saw that in the dragon's mouth, there was a huge cold breath at first. Within a thousand feet, almost everything immediately froze and spread even further into the distance.

The giant dragon claws on the forelimbs also slapped violently. ..., Zong Shou sneered, his figure flashed, and he dodged the giant claw effortlessly.

But he didn't shy away from the cold, and the flames were raging.

- Flame Dragon Sword, Flame!

- Wind and Cloud Dragon Sword, Wind!

- Thunder Dragon Sword, Thunder!

Three True Dragon Sword Intents, instantly superimposed. The tip of Zong Shou's sword suddenly turned black.

With the help of this ninth-order puppet paper man, the tens of millions of huge power also made the sword even more dazzling.

The red sword light of 999 zhang only swirled and stirred, and it shattered all the cold breath!

In the eyes of the dragon, there was immediately a look of fear. Zong Shou looked indifferent, and with a flash of sword light, he slashed into the head of the elephant's head.

Destroying and withering, this ninth-order top-level spirit beast was completely twisted into pieces.

"Zong Shou! is that you?"

That Luo Ming was stunned, and he didn't want to think about it, so he dropped the altar with a black iron token.

In mid-air, it suddenly turned into a black thunderbolt and rushed down towards the silver-armored paper man who was leaning over Zong Shou.

This lightning flashed, and even Namidhara's eyes shrank.

Zong Shou sighed slightly, and without hesitation, he directly took out the Yuan Soul from his body, transformed his body, and transferred it to another paper figure.

And at the moment when he had just changed his body, the silver-armored paper figure just now was also violently blown to pieces by the black thunder light!

Zong Shou didn't even blink an eye, the sword light flashed again, and he struck hard with Namidara!

Sonor!

With a sword roar, the two of them flew with a touch. When the silver-armored paper man was just hit by the dragon and withdrew a few feet. Zong guarded the soul of the yuan, but he came out of his body again. With the soul sword, he chased towards Namidhara and slashed again.

The latter was obviously caught off guard and tried his best to resist. The two of them struck a hundred times in an instant, and there was a sound of sword strikes in the air.

But after three breaths, Zong Shou's sword finally broke into the heavy sword light. Divide the head of this Tandra directly into two.

At this moment, a second black thunderbolt struck down from the altar.

Zong Shou frowned, and finally thought about it. From his Qiankun bag, he summoned several eighth-order spirit weapons in a row. One by one, it was immediately shattered and turned into flying ashes!

At this time, in this cloudy sky, the battle situation has subsided.

Most of the dozen or so cultivators of the Origin Demon Sect who were lucky enough to escape from the black flame died at the hands of the Holy Fire Silver Ant, and two of them were jumped into the air by the weak water and were punished with a sword.

At this time, the remaining disciples of the Origin Demon Sect had already taken refuge in that altar.

And Luo Ming was glaring angrily, looking at Zong Shou, and there was actually a black token in his hand.

Zong Shou was alarmed, glanced at this person's hand, and said that it was indeed a thunder robbery order.

But he didn't care, and his hand was far away. His physical body flew out of the ground and merged with the Yuan Soul.

Then he took a step forward and walked in front of the altar. The remaining silver-armored paper figure was behind him.

"This thunder order, I'm afraid it should be the last one? Do you want to cut yourself off, or wait for me to do it? If it is self-cut, I can wait for reincarnation!"

When these words fell, the remnants of the Origin Demon Sect all had different expressions. Most of them are angry, but they are also excited.

That Luo Ming's body trembled with anger, and instead of being angry, he laughed: "Could it be that you Zongshou, thinking that you are victorious? Dare to be the enemy of my Origin Demon Sect, your Zongshou is really a big dog?"

But seeing Zong Shou's indifferent expression, he looked at it lightly and did not react. But I don't know how, Luo Ming felt a slight palpitation, only to feel that his whole body was weak.

I just felt that the young man in front of me was like a mountain and a mountain, and it was difficult to shake. Before, it was ridiculous to say the words that won the battle.

With only a flash of thought, Luo Ming threw out the token in his hand without hesitation.

This time, instead of gathering together, countless black thunder lights filled the sky. ..., several ninth-order soul beasts also swooped out from within the altar. He himself, however, suddenly rose up into the air, turned into a flash of light, and flew away into the distance.

Zong Shou snorted lightly, and suddenly slashed out with a sword, and above the tip of the sword, there was a faint black dot.

But the whole sky, immediately darkened, and was shrouded in darkness.

Everywhere the black shadow passed, not only the black thunder light in front of him, but also the altar and the soul beast. As well as the above few eighth-order cultivators, they were all devoured by this sword

Then there is the white mang, on the broken autumn sword, the vast white mang!

At this time, there was finally a voice in the sky. Luo Ming's figure escaped hundreds of zhang before he was overwhelmed by this white light. Then there was a "boom"! It exploded into powder, and all the blood and water vapor were evaporated and turned into sand and dust.

Zong Shou also made a move and sucked a Qiankun bag that was on the verge of damage into his hand.

Fang Cai deliberately controlled the power, and finally did not destroy this Qiankun bag. Upon a look at it with a spiritual thought, this thing was indeed inside.

Then he was stunned again, only to feel that a pure essence that was incomparably pure, not inferior to Zhao Yanran's reciprocal reciprocal spirit, surged back from the sword in his hand.

The essence that rushed into made the inner breath in the chakras, as well as the soul sea, grow a lot in an instant.

Zong Shou was stunned, what is going on?

The purity of this essence is far greater than before, swallowing the heavenly yuan. There is no need to purify at all, and the purity is stronger than his own inner soul power.

Could this also be the supernatural ability of the black and white two-hole magic phase?

When you can kill that ninth-order spirit beast by yourself, why didn't you?

Is it because the true power in his body has been transformed into yin and yang? Or is it because the martial arts spirit method has reached the ninth order.

When he was puzzled, he was interrupted by Ye Feishuang, who flew from behind.

"You actually really won? What the hell is going on with those two swords just now? You can't even resist the ninth order-"

With surprise in her eyes, she guessed that Zong Shou might win. But he didn't expect that Zong Shou would win so cleanly, except for a puppet séance talisman, the loss was almost nothing.

Especially when the two swords were slashed out just now, Ye Feishuang could even feel his bloodline, fear, surrender!

Zong Shou did not answer, but squinted his eyes and looked at the west.

There seemed to be two people there, one of them, whose aura was also as high as the ninth order. Whether he harbored malicious intent or not, Zong Shou didn't know, but one of them was his acquaintance and his subordinate.

is hesitating whether to kill people and kill people. Zong Shou Lingju, but once again he was alarmed.

"What a surprise! A conversation that can be on par with absolute desire is very exciting. I didn't expect to be able to meet a swordsman like you just after returning to the Cloud Realm—"

Zong Shou turned around in astonishment, only to see a figure suddenly walk out behind him. Around twenty, his demeanor is crazy, and his eyes are full of madness and eagerness to try.

Zong Shou raised his eyebrows, and then returned to his blandness.

"Sword Maniac is unharmed?"