"You... You are...."

The sound of Purgatory was filled with fear from the depths of the soul. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

For some reason, a person who looked like an ordinary old man would be so frightened by him.

Everyone's minds were in a hurry, and they all guessed the identity of the gray-robed old man. But after guessing for a long time, everyone was still confused, and they couldn't figure out what the shame of a sword in the old man's mouth was.

“.....”

Purgatory finally became much more honest, he hesitated for a long time, and finally did not tell the old man's name. The old man seemed to be very satisfied with his performance, and a slight light flashed in Furui Wubo's eyes...

"Who hurt me Jiuyang Sword Valley, stand up. ”

The gray-robed old man spoke lightly, but although his voice was flat, it seemed to have an unquestionable meaning. Hearing this, a fine white hair broke out unnaturally on his back. Even Purgatory is afraid of being like that, and it is bound to be very easy to deal with him. The only thing that gave him confidence was the Thousand Treasure Tent, as long as he was protected by the Thousand Treasure Tent, he was sure that the other party would not be able to hurt him even if he was a strong person!

"Senior..."

The middle-aged man from the Ninefold Gate stepped forward slightly, and at the same time bowed slightly to the gray-robed old man. Facing the gray-robed old man, he didn't have much of a shelf.

"I'm Chang Lan of the Nine-Fold Gate, and what I did just now was a bit overdone. I hope that the seniors will forgive me. ”

"Oh? Kuremon..."

The gray-robed old man looked at the powerful Chang Lan of the Ninefold Gate. His somewhat cloudy eyes moved slightly, and he seemed to have seen Chang Lan thoroughly in a moment. He didn't pursue the matter further, just nodded slightly.

"A thousand treasures in your hands?"

The gray-robed man asked lightly.

Hearing the gray-robed old man's question, Chang Lan's heart jumped suddenly, but he still nodded firmly.

"Well, sure enough..."

It has not yet been put away by Tuoba Feng, and the double dragon scissors that are like a blazing sun are still floating in the Martial Sect camp. Coupled with the Thousand Treasure Tent and the Nine-Story Demon Tower, three imperial weapons appeared at the same time. The gray-robed old man was a little embarrassed, thanks to these people, they couldn't completely trigger the power of the imperial weapon, otherwise the heaven and earth within a radius of tens of thousands of miles would probably be wiped out in the imperial power of the three imperial weapons.

The gray-robed old man shook his head with a sigh, and turned his head to look in the direction of Li Ruoxi and Wu Daozi. When he turned his head, he found that Yun Fan was looking at him with awe.

"This kid..."

Before he could speak when he walked in front of Yun Fan, Li Ruoxi on the side had already taken the lead in speaking.

"Uncle Shi, Yun Fan really has a relationship with the Nine-Story Demon Tower. I hope you can help him survive this catastrophe!" After speaking, Li Ruoxi and Wu Daozi bowed deeply to the gray-robed old man without hesitation.

When the gray-robed old man saw this scene, he didn't rush to speak, but just nodded silently.

But Li Ruoxi didn't see all this, this time he found out that Yun Fan was actually the owner of the Emperor Tower, and the anxiety in Li Ruoxi's heart could no longer be expressed in words. This is okay if it is other sects, but Yun Fan is a person from Jiuyang Sword Valley! He knows in his heart that the Holy Land will not allow one force to carry two imperial weapons!

Even if this emperor weapon holder only has an extraordinary cultivation...

Finally, the gray-robed old man smiled, and his old face bloomed like a chrysanthemum.

"Don't worry... Everything has me. ”

These four words fell heavily on Yun Fan's heart. At this moment, Yun Fan actually had a real sense of belonging. Jiuyang Sword Valley is not only a place to learn art... There can be conflicts in this big family, but when everything is external, no one is allowed to be bullied!

Airplanes~~

Suddenly, there seemed to be a general trend rising around the people of Jiuyang Sword Valley. The gray-robed old man blocked everyone behind him, facing the people of the Holy Land alone.

"If you still want to make a move, come to me!"

The gray-robed old man stood in front of everyone. Suddenly, an old man who seemed to be in his last years made everyone have the idea that one husband should be one husband and ten thousand people. No one dared to take the lead, even the Martial Sect and the Nine Sects, who held the imperial weapon, did not make any move. What's more, it's the Taoist people whose forbearance is enough to rival the rock...

Whew!

Suddenly, a hundred-foot-long crack in the void was torn open.

Everyone's eyes were drawn to the past, and in an instant, everyone's eyes froze. It turned out that from the crack in the space stretched out a calf as thick as the body of a giant elephant! This is just a calf, if the whole person is afraid it must be the size of a hundred zhang!

"Hahaha, Jiuyang Sword Valley asked the old man of the sword. We don't think we've seen each other in 500 years, but we didn't expect to be here again!"

Bang!

Finally, the whole person has stepped out of the spatial crack. The whole person was really the size of a hundred zhang, and his upper body was naked, revealing strong muscles like a dragon. Moreover, the hair on his whole body was too thick, and at first glance he thought that he was born from a wild man, and the ferocity of his whole body could not stop flowing outward.

"Nine-fold Gate, Iron Ape!"

For the first time, the tone of the gray-robed old man changed, and it became a little dignified!

"Hahaha, let the sword remember me, my old ape's face is very bright!" The Baizhang barbarian looked up to the sky and laughed, his voice like thunder.

The old man asked the sword and hid Yun Fan behind him without a trace. Yun Fan's heart suddenly tightened, and from the actions of the old man who asked the sword, he could see the pressure brought to him by the hundred-zhang giant in front of him. I'm afraid that the iron ape is also a first-level figure of the living fossil of the Nine Gates!

"Ancestor!" Chang Lan, the powerhouse of the Ninefold Gate, bowed respectfully to the iron ape, and at the same time, the Thousand Treasure Tent broke out of the void and floated in front of the iron ape. The iron ape's attitude towards the Thousand Treasure Tent was exactly like that of his own teacher, and he took the Thousand Treasure Tent with reverence.

In the eyes of the holy lands, the imperial weapon is equivalent to their ancestor. They treat the emperor like their elders, and they don't dare to make the slightest mistake with respect.

The Thousand Treasures Tent was in the hands of the Iron Ape, and it suddenly reflected a thousand golden lights. It is not at the same level as the power that he exerted in Chang Lan's hands before!

Airplanes~

At the same time, a stone long sword appeared out of thin air in front of the sword. The stone looks very ordinary, and there are even cracks on the body of the sword that have appeared over the years.

"Iron Ape, do you want to do something with me?" asked the old man of the sword and stood with his hands in his hands, staring at the iron ape with a pair of cloudy eyes. And the stone sword bloomed with a faint light under his control, like a stubborn stone containing divine jade. It actually gives people a sense of heaviness from the heart.

Could this be an ordinary stone? I'm afraid no one would think so.

"It's been five hundred years, and your stubborn stone sword has finally reappeared! To see this stubborn stone sword again, my old ape is really fortunate in three lives!"

The iron ape pounded his chest excitedly, and it could be seen that his appearance was completely heartfelt. It can be seen that the origin of this stone sword is definitely not as simple as everyone sees.

"I'm sorry to ask the sword. The Nine-Story Demon Tower must not fall into the hands of your Jiuyang Sword Valley!"

Shout!

In an instant, the Thousand Treasure Tent was sacrificed by the Iron Ape. The thousands of treasures and strange stones on the Thousand Treasures Tent were buzzing and shining, like stars shining in the void.

The momentum of the two sides rose without giving in, climbing each other to try to suppress the other. Seeing that the momentum of the two parties was about to intersect, a streamer suddenly shot out of the air and fell straight into the middle of the two!

"Since the two Daoists have arrived, how can I be missing!"

Snort ~ snort ~

Without warning, a figure appeared between the two.

"Wu Zong, Wu Tianlan. You're courteous. ”

Airplanes~

Another wave came from elsewhere.

"How can such a lively thing be missing our Dao Sect!"

"The World Chamber of Commerce is also here to join in the fun!"

"And our Nine Hells of Purgatory!"

......

Led by the great power of Wu Zong, it seems to have caused a series of chain reactions. The ancestors of several holy lands, living fossil-level old monsters, appeared one after another. But generally speaking, there are only a limited number of ancestors of holy places such as Wuzong and Dao Sect who can be on the same level as Wen Jian and Iron Ape.

"Hehe, it turns out that everyone is hiding in the dark. I can't complain that everyone is so calm. ”

Wen Jian glanced at the people around him without being salty, and the slight light in his eyes made people feel a palpitation.

The crowd laughed and remained silent. Some don't even have expressions. Especially the slightly weaker Holy Lands, they have formed a group of several people to temporarily form an alliance. For the sake of the Nine-Story Demon Tower, the legendary No. 1 Earth Treasure, they have already made a grudge with the Nine Yang Sword Valley at all costs!

"Ask the sword senior, we don't mean anything else. This is all an order from above, do you want your disciple to hand over the Nine-Story Demon Tower..."

Wu Tianlan, who tied his hair behind his head and looked very young, came forward and laughed, looking as if he was harmless to humans and animals. However, those who are familiar with him know that his actual age is at least two hundred years old, but compared to Wen Jian, he is still very young.

"Nine-story Demon Tower..."

Wen Jian stood silently and muttered softly.

"After all, aren't they all here for the emperor's weapon, then I want to hear what you want to do with the nine-story demon tower!"

"Of course there are capable people who can get it!"

Someone rushed to say first.

"What a capable person gets? What a capable person gets! You mean to say that my disciples don't have the ability to get it?"

Q Jian looked at the man who spoke.

It was an ordinary Supreme who stood behind Tuoba Feng who spoke. Originally, I thought that this was just an ordinary earth supreme, but when Yun Fan's gaze turned over, he suddenly shrank!

Devil May Cry!

That's right, it's Devil May Cry who speaks!

Seeing that the sword asked him, Devil May Cry didn't dare to put on his usual arrogant display again.

When he crossed over to Tuoba Feng, Tuoba Feng frowned a little dissatisfied, but still didn't say anything.

"Did you say that my disciple is incapable?"

Ask Jian looked at Devil May Cry lightly.

"Could it be that the seniors think that a disciple of the Mortal Stage will have the ability to master the imperial weapon?"

Devil May Cry asked Xiang Jian rhetorically.

"Okay! Looks like everyone thinks so?!"

Everyone was silent, but it could be seen from their demeanor that everyone thought the same way!

The iron ape clasped his hands on his chest and watched the scene with interest. Wu Tianlan smiled slightly, as if he was not in a hurry to express his position. The old man with white eyebrows and long hair in the Taoist sect was indifferent as usual, and everything seemed to wait until the end before he could speak out. As for the rest, everyone has their own attitude. But in short, the only goal they had the same was the nine-story demon tower in Yun Fan's body!

Nine-story demon tower, whose will it be?!