Wuxuzi touched the mirror with his hand, and then his eyes wandered.

"Fellow Daoists, you can help me!"

When the words fell, a few Taoists had already flashed and came to the side of this treasure realm.

Soul power was triggered, and above the mirror, a huge vortex was generated. The mirror light penetrated through the time-space.

When the whirlpool finally settled, there were ripples on the mirror. A blurry picture began to emerge.

It's vaguely an island in a lake, and then it's slowly clear.

When the image in the mirror is completely visible in front of everyone's eyes. Everyone in this quiet room is breathing again.

I only saw a piece of blood, and most of the pavilions and pavilions here had disappeared. Everywhere there were pieces of powder, and then there were pieces of human flesh.

The blood was flowing, almost staining the water of the lake near the island red.

At this time, there was only one person standing in the sky above the former view of inaction-a young man wearing a bright gold coat with three thousand thunder wings stretched behind him.

And beside him, there were still a few silver flying ants floating at this time, and I didn't know what kind of insect beast it was.

Below, there were several Taoist people with sad and indignant expressions. Rushing into midair. The momentum is tragic, and it is clear that there is already a sense of death.

It's just that the young man, but he is unmoved. He looked down indifferently and looked at the eyes of several people, like ants.

"It's really a sect guard!"

A dreamy murmur rang out in the room, a tone that was both resentful and angry.

At this time, I saw the young man's sword light trembling, and the entire island in the middle of the lake. They all shook and shook endlessly. The few remaining buildings are also flickering. Even the surface of the lake within a hundred miles is undulating.

One gold and one silver, two rays of light flashed continuously, bringing up a touch of blood in the crowd.

As soon as the three thousand thunder wings spread, countless black flames exploded. The blue-white sword light also flashed and disappeared.

Those Daoists who were flying upwards. The body was separated, and the corpses fell from the air one after another.

The whole concept of non-action, there will be no more people in a moment. Zong Shou did not leave. Instead, he used the sword qi as a pen and carved a dragon-flying phoenix-like 'four' character on the ground.

The surrounding fountain of blood flowed inside. In an instant, the big character was dyed red.

Then his eyes were cold, and he looked over from afar.

The corners of his lips were slightly raised, and he snorted coldly. A clear sword shadow flew in mid-air.

The picture in this mirror, as expected, was turbulent for a while, and finally dissipated without a trace.

"Burning Sky Flame, this person must be the one who guards the sect!"

"Extinction all over the house! Another 1,900 lives, this person is really not as good as a beast!"

"It's the devil! It's even more vicious than the people of the Demon Dao!"

"Four, this is to inform me and wait, and then there is a fifth or sixth Wuweiguan?"

"It's just arrogant! I haven't been humiliated like this in tens of thousands of years—"

More than a thousand disciples, coupled with the power of the magic circle, can't even stop it for half a moment!"

"Why don't you say it. Is this sword guarding technique too strong?"

"This should be the Platinum Dragon Sword and the Instant Sky Dragon Sword, so powerful! With this sword alone, all the mid-level spiritual realms are afraid that they won't be able to catch a single sword. No wonder Xu Wen will fall into his hands-"

"It's a pity. This Firmament Realm can only look at the shadow, not the source of the Fa. I don't know what kind of realm that sect has reached—"

Wu Zhi's face was even paler, looking at the side of the Ten Thousand Souls Lantern Room.

There are also monks in Wuweiguan, who leave the soul lamp here. Just now, there were three soul lamps in a row, which were extinguished in a row. Two ninth-order, one spiritual realm.

Just now, he watched this spiritual realm-level martial cultivator fall under the sword of the sect.

teamed up with a few fellow disciples, but they couldn't stop even a sword from Zongshou!

In his Pushan Temple, only two spirit realms have returned now.

There are 4,000 disciples, and the Guardian Array is slightly stronger than the Wuwei Concept. But how long can you resist this demon?

A moment or two moments?

In Wuxu's eyes, there was also a fluctuation.

...,

He has been in charge of the Dao Spirit Dome Realm for hundreds of years, and there has never been anyone who can make him lose so much and be at a loss.

"Silence!"

He picked up the little hammer and struck it again on the golden bell.

Immediately, another grand bell rang, resounding through the Dao Spirit Dome Realm.

Staying indoors, tranquility was restored again. Wuxu's eyelids were half-open and half-closed, still indifferent.

"The destruction of the four sects of contemplating the spirit, doing nothing, towering the mountain, and asking Yi is the responsibility of the deity. I didn't expect it, and I didn't take precautions. After this battle, the deity will ask the elders of the dome to discuss my sins. However, this mourning madness is not an opportunity for us to wait. In any case, we must also solve this scourge, and avenge this blood vengeance for the four mortal martyrs—"

When these words were spoken, there were different expressions on the faces of those many Taoists. Or think so, or sneer, or don't care, or share the same hatred.

Wuxu didn't pay attention to it, only asked lightly.

"Near Wuweiguan, what other sects are under the jurisdiction of my Dao Spirit Dome Realm?"

Underneath it, a Taoist on the upper side of the left side pondered for a moment before he replied: "1,900 miles to the south, a great solitary view." 2,400 miles to the northwest, no fixed view. Three thousand miles to the southeast, the Lishan Sect-"

Every time this man said a word, everyone in the room frowned.

At this time, within the Dome Realm, there were only more than forty people in the Spirit Realm.

The Purple Flame Lancer was only badly damaged a year ago, and it has not yet recovered.

So where should these sects be kept?

It is also possible to spread the law of emptiness, but it also needs these sects, which can support it for a while and a half.

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It was also when the Daoists in the Ten Thousand Souls Lantern Room were in trouble.

At this time, Zong Shou was walking towards the south, stepping into the sky, one step at a time.

At this time, Xiao Jin was already on his left arm, turning into an arm guard and sleeping.

A few quarters of an hour ago, when he was fused with the Innate Cold Spirit Geng Spiritual Qi, there were already signs of promotion.

After accompanying him to slaughter Wuweiguan, he couldn't support it and fell asleep.

To his right, seven silver cocoons, suspended in the air, followed by his figure.

This is Han Xi and the six Holy Fire Silver Ants. Not long after leaving Wuweiguan, all over his body spit out countless silver threads and wrapped himself firmly.

Wuwei watched the battle, except for those Daoists above the ninth order, he almost never made a move.

It was all done by Han Xi and his soldiers.

It seems that those creatures, those flesh and blood, in the concept of non-action are the best nourishment for their growth.

Suddenly, Zong Shou paused and looked into the distance. The large solitary view in the south can already be vaguely sensed, and it is only less than 300 miles away.

Then in the next moment, Zong Shou's eyes narrowed slightly.

This big solitary view has really been prepared.