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At this moment, thousands of disciples gathered in Chaotianmen Square, and these disciples shouted loudly at the same time: "Welcome the ancestor out of the customs!"

"Welcome to the Ancestor!"

The sound was like a sword, rushing straight into the sky.

At this moment, an old man suddenly fell from the top of the Xuantian Sect towards the Heavenly Gate.

I saw his white-haired robe, and the breeze blew his Taoist robe, fluttering like a fairy. But if anyone is deceived by his appearance of immortal wind bones, the end will be worse than death. Xuantian Sect's flying and domineering has always been in the same vein, and Cao Xiong is not worthy of giving their ancestors shoes.

Three hundred years ago, no one in Qingzhou knew the arrogance of the old man Qiming, the great elder of Xuantian Sect. Don't say that it is an outsider, that is, as long as someone disobeys his will, he will kill him.

"Where is the master!" said the old man Qiming in a deep voice.

"Ancestor. Zhang Fenghua, the head of Xuantian Sect, bowed forward and said stubbornly.

The old man Qiming glanced at Zhang Fenghua, snorted coldly, and said, "I can't even keep the prestige of Xuantian Sect, what's the use of you as the head of the sect?"

"What the ancestor has taught is. Facing the old man Qiming, Zhang Fenghua didn't dare to fight back at all, even though he had now reached the realm of a half-step celestial.

"I'll settle accounts with you in the future, will the Zhang family continue to expand its territory?" asked the old man Qiming.

"Back to the Ancestor, the Zhang family will no longer expand its territory after taking our seven cities, are we going to start fighting back?" Zhang Fenghua asked cautiously.

"The Zhang family also dares to be arrogant in front of our Xuantian Sect, are they really still alive in this world as Zhang Fangtian?" the old man Qiming sneered.

"The Zhang family put aside in advance, the most important thing now is to kill that little thief first, I want the world to know what will happen to the person who offends my Xuantian!" The old man Qiming showed a hideous expression, and his voice was full of murderous aura, which was in stark contrast to his skin of the fairy wind bone.

"Old Ancestor Shengming!" Zhang Fenghua said sincerely.

This is not just filming the sycophants of the old man Qiming, Zhang Fenghua sincerely admires his ancestor. If it weren't for the presence of the old man Qiming this time, Xuantian Sect would have completely disappeared from the land of Kyushu.

Although the old man of Qiming is in the realm of heaven and man, he is not among the masters of the heavenly list. Because everyone in the world thought that he had reached the end of his life, who would have thought that he would not only die, but also successfully cross the bridge between heaven and man.

The bridge between heaven and man, immortals and mortals are forever separated.

How many talented people in this world have been stuck at this step all their lives, and what awaits them is that their longevity is exhausted and turned into dry bones. Even if it is a half-step celestial who opens the three major vaults, the longevity is only three hundred years at most, this is the difference between immortals and mortals.

At this time, the old man Qiming reached out and took out an antique bronze mirror.

"Xuantian Treasure Mirror!" The moment he saw the bronze mirror, Zhang Fenghua couldn't help but exclaim. This Xuantian Treasure Mirror is the treasure of their Xuantian Sect, and it is a real artifact, even as the head of the sect, he usually has no chance to see it.

"You still have some vision. ”

The old man Qiming glanced at Zhang Fenghua, released his right hand, and the treasure mirror immediately flew out of his hand and was suspended in the air. Then the old man Qiming played all kinds of complex and profound tricks with both hands, and bright lights flew out of his hands, all of which entered the treasure mirror.

The mirror spun in mid-air before coming to an abrupt halt, as a flash of light burst out of the mirror, piercing through the clouds and leading directly into the unpredictable distance.

The corner of the old man's mouth showed a cruel smile, and he stepped forward to follow.

A long rainbow then pierced the sky.

On a barren mountain thousands of miles away from Xuantian Sect, Wang Chan suddenly raised his head and looked into the distance, his eyes were as sharp as a sharp sword.

"It's you who even destroyed the twelve halls of my Xuantian Sect?"

"You killed Cao Xiong?"

Two questions exploded in the air like thunder, and an old man in a blue and purple Taoist robe had stood in the air at some point, looking down at Wang Chan condescendingly. It is the old man Qiming, the ancestor of Xuantian Sect, the celestial man who crossed the bridge between heaven and man!

Wang Chan's eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn't answer, and his right hand hanging beside him had already grasped the hilt of the sword.

The old man Qiming looked at Wang Chan, his brows furrowed slightly, and he felt a sharp and incomparable sword intent from Wang Chan, as well as a tyrannical killing intent.

Dare to show hostility in front of the heavens, Wang Chan may be the first.

The old man Qiming sneered, raised his right hand, stretched out his right hand and pressed it towards Wang Chan in the air.

With this blow, Wang Chan's knees suddenly bent, as if he was pressed by an invisible mountain, and the earth began to crack.

Rumble!

The earth sinked suddenly, raising up a cloud of dust and rubble.

Wang Chan raised his head and stared at the old man of Qiming, the corners of his mouth raised, revealing a chilling smile, compared to the Buddha light of Songshan Shaolin, what is this coercion in front of him?

What if there is a mountain in front of you that you can't get around, Wang Chan's method is very simple.

That's to split the mountain!

What about the heavens and people, those who stand in my way, the gods and Buddhas are slaughtered!

An extremely clear and stunning sword light lit up, illuminating the entire sky, and in front of this sword light, everything in the world lost its color.

"Carving insect skills!" the old man Qiming sneered, and with a flick of his right hand, the wide purple and gold sleeved robe was full of energy, like gold and iron.

The old man Qiming's flick of his sleeves directly scattered the sword light, but the matter did not end here, the scattered sword light suddenly turned into a series of green lotuses, surrounding the old man Qiming.

At the same time, Wang Chan raised his sword and rose into the sky, a dragon roar sounded, and the sword intent surged into a giant dragon, roaring towards the old man of Qiming in mid-air.

"What about the immortal sword intent? Before crossing the bridge between heaven and man, he is just a mortal after all. The old man Qiming snorted coldly, his right hand was weakly grasped, and a peachwood sword suddenly appeared in his hand.

"Today, I'll let you know what a real immortal is!"

"Purple Thunder Shock!"

The old man of Qiming held a peachwood sword in his hand and pointed to the void, and a thunderous sound sounded, and the phantom of Lei Gong appeared in the air.

Compared to the Nine Nether Demon Body of the Hellfire Venerable and the Immovable King Dharma Body of Zhizhen, the Thunder Gong Phantom behind the old man of Qiming was much lighter, and the three of them made a judgment with high skills.

But no matter what, the old man of Qiming is still an immortal in the realm of heaven and man!

At this moment, the thunder intertwined Lei Gong Phantom opened its wings in vain and let out a sharp roar, and thousands of thunderbolts fell from the sky, just like heavenly punishment!

This scene can be clearly seen within a radius of thousands of miles.

Those unaware ordinary people hid in the room and shivered, constantly praying in low voices, while those martial arts masters were pale one by one.

The thunder in the sky illuminated Wang Chan's pale face. (To be continued.) )