Fight with the Immortal King!

No one expected that in front of Immortal Jun, the people in Yunlong Xuan would directly attack.

"Boom—"

The white tiger pounced, and ten thousand sword lights followed.

Cao Qiujian's expression was extremely ugly.

He is a dignified immortal monarch, and he was actually challenged by a junior on the third floor of Wanhua City.

This is a shame and will become a laughing stock!

"Death—"

Cao Qiujian shouted violently, flew up, and a golden long banner flashed in his hand, and the golden blood spear stabbed directly from the long flag.

"Peng—"

The spear collided with the white tiger, causing the void to explode.

The spear shattered the white tiger's body, and the yellow fat tiger's body retreated uncontrollably.

The twenty thousand sword slim figures below vibrate.

The spears chased after the Yellow Fat Tiger.

The blood-colored light on the spear seemed to directly smash the body of the Yellow Fat Tiger.

"Protector—"

Below, someone shouted above the sword array.

Baishi, who was holding a long sword, let out a long roar, causing a large array of power to change.

"Hum—"

Countless sword lights converged into a Xuanwu Dragon Turtle Phantom, protecting the Yellow Fat Tiger in it.

The blood-colored spear slammed into the Xuanwu Phantom, shattering inch by inch.

The strongest defender is Xuanwu.

Cao Jianqiu snorted coldly, and with a long banner in his hand, the golden light of the Dao Dao gathered into a spear again.

But before he could make a move, a pair of arc-shaped swords followed by the white tiger slashed down.

The greatsword seemed to tear apart a piece of cloth, with a piercing scream.

The sword light slashed down, and the wind brought up made everyone's faces pale.

This wind can hurt the soul!

"Hum—"

Golden light curtains rose in Wanhua City.

This is Xiang Lingshuang's swordsmanship power is too strong, and it will automatically resist by attracting the power of Wanhua City.

Cao Jianqiu didn't expect that this pair of swords could be so strong.

He knew what power Wanhua City's formation needed to be activated.

That is at the level of the Immortal Monarch, it will be triggered.

This sword can slash the Immortal Monarch!

Not daring to slack off, the long banner in front of him drew a spear towards the twin swords.

"When—"

The spear shattered.

The twin swords continued to slash without stopping.

Cao Jianqiu's expression changed, and the long banner in his hand turned into a golden bell, blocking in front of him.

"When—"

The long sword slashed at the golden bell, causing ripples and golden light.

Cao Jianqiu, who was in the golden bell, turned pale and almost spurted out a mouthful of blood.

The strength of the other party is too strong!

Moreover, when those two swords were cut out, his immortal treasure actually had the feeling that he couldn't resist it.

What kind of person can have such combat power?

This kind of power is simply the ancient demon god.

"Gather!"

When Xiang Lingshuang's long sword was withdrawn, the Xuanwu on the top of the Yellow Fat Tiger's head dissipated and turned into a cyan dragon, and then the long dragon circled, condensing into a cyan giant sword with a long shout.

The greatsword is slashed down.

The power of this sword is not weaker than Xiang Lingshuang's sword at all.

The sword light was triggered, and the power of heaven and earth around it was displaced.

Sword cultivation, sword formation, has always been the most advantageous means of killing.

"Peng—"

The giant sword slashed at the golden bell, and the golden bell shattered inch by inch, and countless cracks appeared on it.

An extremely strong immortal treasure, under the two swords, actually has a sense of collapse!

From the time Huang Fat Tiger and Xiang Lingshuang started, to the time when the immortal treasure was about to collapse, it was only ten breaths in total.

The change of these ten breaths made the surrounding onlookers all stunned.

Isn't the immortal monarch strong supposed to sweep everything?

Cultivation in the world, except for the immortals who are high above

Zun, isn't it Xianjun?

But at this time, an immortal monarch's power is clearly suppressed, and even the immortal treasure has the possibility of being shattered!

This world is crazy!

"Hum—"

The yellow fat tiger's cyan long sword that gathered the power of the battle array dispersed.

The second sword reunites.

If you can help the commander fight with the Immortal Monarch, why die yourself!

Those sword cultivators had an irrepressible surge of battle intent.

The long sword of the reunion is even more brilliant.

Before this sword could be condensed, the twin swords in Xiang Lingshuang's hands had already cracked.

With this sword, Cao Jianqiu's immortal treasure will undoubtedly shatter!

"There is no death fight in Wanhua City—" Cao Jianqiu suddenly shouted.

No deathmatch?

You're going to kill someone just now.

The surrounding immortal cultivators all had smiles on their faces.

"Boom—"

In the void, a blast of lightning struck and slammed into Xiang Lingshuang's dual swords.

"There can be no death fight in Wanhua City."

A majestic voice rang out.

In mid-air, a Taoist wearing a green robe and a lotus jade crown drank coldly.

Xiang Lingshuang's swords were raised, and there was blood and qi surging on his body.

Behind him, a thousand-foot town god appeared in the shadows.

The power of the divine elephant was combined with the power of the Heavenly Desolate War Puppet, and the power of heaven and earth attracted around the body turned into a Dao halo.

The green-robed Taoist had a solemn expression on his face.

Taking advantage of the Taoist's appearance, the immortal treasure halo in front of Cao Jianqiu flickered and turned into a long banner again.

It's just that there are a lot of cracks on the long flag.

He bowed his hand to the green-robed Taoist, turned around and left.

Today the skin is lost, and it is useless to keep it again.

"You wait, my Zhenyang Tower will kill you all." Snorted coldly, leaving cruel words, Cao Jianqiu's figure flashed, and he had already fled away in the void.

The long sword in Xiang Lingshuang's hand was raised, and the green-robed Taoist not far in front of him waved his hand, and the golden light of the Dao Dao turned into a light curtain, blocking him in front of him.

"You're going to stand in my way?" Xiang Lingshuang's voice was like thunder, and he looked up to the sky and drank.

In front of the immortal monarch, he also dared to shout loudly!

The long sword on the head of the yellow fat tiger converged, condensed but not released.

"This is the rule of Wanhua City." The green-robed Taoist looked at Xiang Lingshuang and snorted coldly.

Propriety?

Why didn't the immortal monarch of Zhenyang Building say the rules before?

Those Immortal Venerables came to Yunlongxuan before, why didn't they say the rules?

Rules are all for those who abide by them.

"Rules?"

Xiang Lingshuang gritted her teeth, and the tyrannical aura on her body began to vibrate.

His strength is not enough to fully control the forces in the puppet.

"Rules?" At this time, outside Yunlong Xuan, Mu Wan, who had been silent, suddenly spoke.

Looking up at the surroundings, she had a blank look on her face.

"My senior brother is rampant in all worlds, and no one has ever dared to pretend to be in front of him."

"Now while the senior brother has not returned, you will come and tell us the rules?"

Raising her hand, a cyan divine light flashed in her palm.

It was a Dan furnace.

Hua Yuan Ding.

This kind of supreme treasure, in Mu Wan's hands, burst out with a completely different divine light from before.

In the verdant halo, there seemed to be a phantom shadow of a big tree that supported the sky, and a cyan divine light flashed between the branches and leaves.

"Fat Tiger, hold this treasure, go up to the fourth floor, and destroy this Zhenyang Tower."

"I remember that there are no rules on the fourth floor, and all parties can fight to the death."

Mu Wan pushed the Danding in her hand forward and landed in the hands of the Yellow Fat Tiger.

Huang Zhihu held the Danding in his hand, and his face showed a different color.

She could sense a surging force from this danding, which could directly shatter a world.

What kind of power is this?

"Why don't you go?" Mu Wan let out a low sigh.

"Okay." Yellow Fat Tiger nodded and looked around, "Baishi, you take care of this place."

"No!" Twenty thousand sword cultivators shouted loudly.

The commander of his own family wants to go up to the fourth floor to destroy Zhenyang Tower!

That is a powerful force with four Immortal Monarchs, and it is the top force in the entire Wanhua City!

The leader of his own family dares to go to the fourth floor and compete against such a general trend!

How fast.

One after another, the battle intent rose to the sky, and I couldn't wait to walk with the yellow fat tiger.

The yellow fat tiger held the Danding in both hands and flew away.

The face of the green-robed Daoist changed, and just as he was about to make a move, Xiang Lingshuang pointed forward with the two swords in his hand, fixing his figure in place.

Until Huang Fat Tiger flew away, Mu Wan below said in a loud voice, "Xiang Lingshuang, you go and help Fat Tiger."

Xiang Lingshuang hesitated slightly, nodded, his body turned into a zhang height again, holding two swords, and flew out of the void.

The green-robed Taoist looked solemn, his eyes fell on Mu Wan, and then he looked into the distance, but finally didn't say anything, and his figure slowly disappeared.

The third layer can talk about the rules, the fourth layer, no!

"Boom—"

In the void, Lin Shen, who was originally fighting, also withdrew and headed towards the fourth floor.

Those besieging three-tier powerhouses looked at each other, and there were expressions of confusion on their faces.

They saw everything just now.

An immortal powerhouse was almost broken in Yunlong Xuan.

Now, the powerhouse of Yunlongxuan is going to the fourth floor, and he directly wants to challenge Zhenyang Tower.

These people were simply looking for death before!

"Wanhua City, I'm afraid it's going to change the sky......" A middle-aged man wearing a cyan half-length battle armor had a changed expression and whispered in a low voice.

"Sword cultivators, could it be that they are really related to the Red Flame Sword Sect?" Someone turned pale and whispered.

Outside Yunlong Xuan, on the entire Guanyuan Street, countless immortal cultivators looked at the sky, and quietly turned their heads to look in the direction of Yunlong Xuan.

Who would dare to imagine that this Yunlong Xuan not only survived under the siege of all sides, but also directly went straight to the sky with an army and went to the fourth floor to compete with the Zhenyang Tower.

Hu Yunlong and the others looked at each other with a wry smile on their faces.

I knew that Mu Wan and they had such strength, so they needed to worry about it?

In the void, on a flying boat, Zhao Chen and Yang Dingtian stood side by side.

"Yang Ding Tian Sect Master rest assured, with my eldest brother as a human being, after he comes back, this help today will definitely be repaid a hundred times." Zhao Chen bowed his hand to Yang Dingtian.

In any case, Yang Dingtian can come in person, and this favor must be repaid.

"Yunlan Sword Immortal, it's really extraordinary." Yang Dingtian shook his head slightly.

He thought that Han Muye was just cultivating himself to be strong, and his combat power was monstrous.

At this time, there are many strong people under Han Muye's command.

"Destroy Zhenyang Building, your sister-in-law is really extraordinary." Yang Dingtian glanced at Yunlong Xuan in the distance, and then led the flying boat to the fourth floor.

"If I can destroy Zhenyang Tower, I don't mind joining forces."

Join forces to destroy Zhenyang Tower!

Yang Dingtian and the Chiyan Sword Sect behind him wanted to gain a foothold in this place, so they naturally had to compete with the big forces.

Zhenyang Tower is a big force.

If Zhenyang Tower can be destroyed, the Chiyan Sword Sect will be able to get enough territory and resources.

There can still be enough power.

"Boom—"

The voice of the Child of the Void was heard like a torrent.

The Yellow Fat Tiger broke through the heavens and the earth with a sword and rushed into the fourth layer.

Behind her, Xiang Lingshuang, who was holding dual swords, rushed in.

As for Lin Shen, they didn't lag much behind.

As soon as he entered the fourth floor, the yellow fat tiger's gaze swept towards the stretching city.

The power of heaven and earth here is stronger, and the city is even more towering.

The surging fairy light seemed to envelop the entire heaven and earth.

Practicing here, one day can be worth ten days on the first or second floor.

The fourth floor is Wanhua

The best of the city!

The fourth layer couldn't help but kill, and the moment she arrived, she had already attracted the attention of many strong people.

Figures flew away.

These people have a dignified strength in them.

The strong are all strong!

"I'm only here to find Zhenyang Tower!" The yellow fat tiger shouted, the sword light on his body was swirling, and he flew forward.

"Hum—"

A sword light flew down in front of her.

The probe grabbed it, and she smiled.

This is the guidance given to her by Yang Dingtian.

With this guide, you can find Zhenyang Tower.

And Yang Dingtian's guidance is here, which shows that Yang Dingtian has come, and he is still willing to cooperate with them.

Huang Fat Tiger's words made the surrounding void intertwined.

Is this going to find trouble with Zhenyang Tower?

Zhenyang Tower, that is one of the most powerful forces on the entire fourth floor.

Some people are puzzled, some people are eager to try, and some people are curious.

Countless divine thoughts and streamers followed behind the Yellow Fat Tiger and headed towards Zhenyang Tower.

At this time, in the entire four layers, there are already many big forces who know about this turmoil and know the reason.

"Is that the sword cultivation force that let the Immortal Monarch of the Origin House fall last time?" On a high platform, an old man in a black robe spoke in a low voice with a smile on his face.

He has an illusory aura that only a strong immortal monarch has.

"That's right, the last time an elder fell in Zhenyang Tower, it was related to these sword cultivations."

"Some people speculate that these sword cultivators may be related to the Yang Ding Heaven of the Red Flame Sword Sect."

An old man in a green robe whispered.

"Hehe, no matter which force it is, isn't it just what I want to do if I'm looking for trouble with Zhenyang Tower?" The black-robed old man laughed, and his eyes revealed a sense of coldness.

"Let the strongest in the gang gather, and all the golden immortals are on standby."

"As long as Zhenyang Tower is really attacked, we will go for a visit."

The fourth floor of Wanhua City is also the place where Chen Yuan's Immortal Venerable disciples live.

At this time, in a golden hall, more than a dozen immortal cultivators of different shapes and complexions sat opposite each other.

At the top position, an old man wearing a cyan Dao robe, with a Dao Dao immortal pattern shining on the robe, cast his gaze.

"Senior brothers, Yunlong Xuan is going up the fourth floor and wants to compete with Zhenyang Tower, what do you think?"

The old man's name is Zhu Huan Xianjun, as the third disciple of the Immortal Venerable, his cultivation is already the peak realm among the Immortal Monarchs.

In Wanhua City, Zhu Huan Xianjun was in charge of the operation of the entire city when Chen Yuan Xianzun was in retreat.

"Senior brother, the people in the Yunlong Xuan ignore the rules of my Wanhua City and go up the fourth floor, and they should be killed." An old man in black robes sitting under Zhu Huan Xianjun snorted coldly.

He is the eighth disciple of Chen Yuan Immortal Venerable, Gao Duanyue, the cultivation of the Immortal Monarch, and many disciples under the sect who are not badly cultivated.

Gao Duanyue's words made the others in the hall look sideways.

Someone nodded, someone shook their head.

"Senior Brother Gao, it's because Jin Wu and they lost your face in front of Yunlong Xuan, you said that, right?" Opposite Gao Duanyue, a middle-aged man who was also wearing a black robe and had a smile on his face.

He is the twelfth disciple of Immortal Venerable, named Wu Zhen, in the realm of Immortal Monarch, and he does not deal with Gao Duanyue on weekdays.

"Wu Twelve, what do you mean?" Gao Duanyue snorted coldly, "What I care about is my Wanhua City's face!"

These words made Wu Zhen sneer, but he didn't speak again.

Many of the others chuckled.

Whose face is it for, everyone knows in their hearts.

Above, Zhu Huan Xianjun waved his hand, and the hall was quiet.

"The rules of my Wanhua City should be established, but I can't let people leave a handle."

Looking at Gao Duanyue, Zhu Huan Xianjun said, "Just trouble Senior Brother Gao to go."

After a pause, his eyes flashed: "Everything is according to the rules."

Gao Duan Yue's face was overjoyed, stood up, and looked at Zhu Huan Xianjunyi

Arch your hand, turn around and walk out of the main hall.

Watching him walk out of the main hall, Wu Zhen suddenly whispered, "Last time, the master of the Cloud Dragon Pavilion asked Chuan Ling, a disciple of the Fifth Senior Brother, to hand over a copy of the Ruin Realm Origin, it seems that it was handed over to Senior Brother Gao?"

The origin of the ruins?

Everyone in the hall was stunned.

This is a treasure that they all covet, and it is something that the master needs.

"The fifth senior brother can't go out of retreat, and the affairs under the door are taken care of by Senior Brother Gao." A white-haired old man with golden light on Wu Zhen's side looked at Zhu Huan Xianjun who was on his head, "Third Senior Brother, the origin of the ruins realm is what the master wants."

Zhu Huan Xianjun's face remained unchanged, looking outside the main hall, his eyes revealing profundity.

"I know that."

Know?

Wu Zhen and the others looked at Zhu Huan.

A copy of the origin of the ruin realm, which was given to the Immortal Venerable by the master of the Cloud Dragon Xuan.

Even if Immortal Venerable didn't personally take shelter, if his people were injured, he couldn't say anything.

If the people who sent the origin to the Immortal Venerable did not protect it, who else in Wanhua City would give the origin to the Immortal Venerable in the future?

"Third Senior Brother, Master Venerable has been in retreat for 300,000 years, you ......" A black-bearded old man narrowed his eyes and spoke softly.

Immortal Venerable has not come out for 300,000 years, and the third senior brother who is in charge of Wanhua City has a different heart?

In the main hall, the atmosphere changed abruptly.

"Hmph, how can I have two hearts for my master?" Zhu Huan snorted coldly.

On his body, strong qi and blood surged.

"I'm going to make a move at a critical time in Wanhua City to get the gratitude of that Cloud Dragon Xuan master."

"Otherwise, how can it appear that the origin is precious, and the immortal venerable is majestic?"

After speaking, he waved his hand and said, "Go ahead."

In the main hall, everyone stood up, looked at each other, and turned to leave.

It wasn't until everyone left that Zhu Huan Xianjun sat up straight, with a solemn expression on his face.

"It's been 300,000 years, and you haven't returned."

"As you said, if you don't return in 100,000 years, you will hand over Wanhua City to me." c

"Now, it's been three hundred thousand years, Immortal Venerable, I should achieve the Immortal Venerable Position."

Spreading out his hand, Zhu Huan Immortal Monarch palm, a ball of cyan origin power swirled.

It was the one that Han Muye had handed over to the Chuan Ling Golden Immortal to bring back.

——————

The southeast of Wanhua City, towering high pavilion, straight up to the sky, is the Zhenyang Building.

Zhenyang Building originally had five immortal monarchs, four elders, and one landlord.

A few years ago, an Immortal Monarch Elder fell outside, causing Zhenyang Tower to shake up and down.

It is the entire fourth floor of Wanhua City, and all parties are concerned about this matter.

The Immortal Monarch has fallen, and there has been no presence in the city for thousands of years.

"Winter—"

"Winter—"

The sound of the bell came from the top floor of Zhenyang Tower.

Immortal light rose from it.

At the top of Zhenyang Tower, three old men in cyan fairy robes stood there.

The immortal light and divine light on the body of the first person are intertwined, and the face is simple and majestic.

The other two are also full of immortal energy, and the qi and blood on their bodies seem to penetrate the heavens and the earth.

"Cao Jianqiu sent a message, the three-story minor repair that is going to compete with my Zhenyang Building has reached 100,000 miles away." The old man on the left sneered.

"Cao Jianqiu is just that little bit of interest, and even the little ants of the third layer are powerless to suppress it."

The middle-aged monk on the right snorted coldly.

Behind him was a long black sword with a hint of blue light on it.

The old man with the green beard standing in the middle closed his eyes slightly, but he didn't make a sound.

He is the owner of Zhenyang Building, and Immortal Jun Du is resolute.

Outsiders call him "Zhenyang Immortal."

The other two were Great Elder Su He and Second Elder Chen Chi.

Su He's name is "Moon Sea Immortal Monarch".

In Zhenyang Building, the three of them are the real core.

The fallen original immortal monarch and such as

Cao Jianqiu, who was defeated from the third floor today, does not have much real power, and naturally does not involve the secrets in the Zhenyang Building.

"Originally, Benjun didn't want to make a scene, but Wu Twelve summoned that Chen Yuan Immortal Venerable had not returned for 300,000 years, let me test it."

Du resolutely didn't care about how to deal with the Yellow Fat Tiger, but talked about something else.

These words made the other two look moved.

"Senior brother, you mean, let's see if Immortal Venerable really doesn't return?" Moon Sea Immortal Monarch whispered.

Du resolutely nodded, his eyes revealing a hint of strangeness.

"Ben Jun has been in this Wanhua City for nearly 10 million years, and he has almost searched the abyss, and the only existence in the place where the Haotian Golden Crow fell, is—"

He paused, and his gaze was forward.

In the sky ahead, a streamer flew in.

"Landlord, please make a move!" Cao Jianqiu shouted loudly.

Behind Cao Jianqiu, there was a flash of golden light.

It was the yellow fat tiger that held the Yuan Ding in his hand, and he flew away.

"Hmph, dignified Immortal Monarch, it's really embarrassing to be so frightened by just a junior." Chen Chi shouted angrily, stepped out of the Zhenyang Tower, and his figure crossed thousands of miles, directly blocking Cao Jianqiu.

"Second Elder, be careful, the Danding in her hand—"

Before Cao Jianqiu finished speaking, Chen Chi had already raised his hand, and a golden bead in his palm struck down on the head of the Yellow Fat Tiger.

The bead mixture, with countless holes on it, swirled with the sound of the wind roaring.

The beads flew out, and the surrounding world seemed to be directly imprisoned, and the wind did not move.

"Certain—"

Chen Chi drank lowly, and the bead emitted a golden streamer, enveloping the yellow fat tiger.

"It's Chen Chi Xianjun's Wind Bead, it's a fine product among immortal treasures!" Someone whispered in the distance.

Above the fourth layer, especially these immortal powerhouses, who have any treasures in their hands, everyone knows.

Chen Chi Xianjun, this treasure, can set the time of all kinds of spells, can suppress the power of heaven and earth, it is first-class and powerful.

Even if it is an immortal monarch in person, it can be suppressed for a moment.

Don't look at this moment, it's life and death!

"Can you stop it?" Someone looked at the Danding held in Huang Fat Tiger's hand and spoke in a low voice.

"I'm afraid it's difficult, the gap in cultivation is too big." Someone shook their heads.

"Hum—"

Just when the golden light of the Dingfeng Bead fell in front of the Yellow Fat Tiger, the Danding held by the Yellow Fat Tiger suddenly vibrate.

In the danding, the cyan breath was revealed, and with a roll, the golden light of the Dingfeng Bead would melt.

The golden light dissolved, and the breath did not dissipate, and continued to roll up, wrapping the Wind Bead in it.

Chen Chi Xianjun's face changed, and he was just about to pinch the trick in his hand, causing the Dingfeng Bead to change, but he trembled.

On the wind bead that can fix the heavens and the earth, cracks emerge one after another!

The yellow fat tiger emitted a blue light on the Danding in his hand, and the Dingfeng Bead was entangled, and it was dragged into the Danding!

"The Power of the Origin!"

Some shouted in horror.

In this Danding, there is clearly the power of the origin.

The power of the origin can only be controlled by the Immortal Venerable.

"Babelgi?" In the distance, an old man in a black robe showed a look of surprise on his face, slowly retreated, and then turned to leave.

"The news of the Heavenly Immortal Venerable that the temple has been looking for has an eyebrow."

"Boom—"

The cyan aura rushed towards the sluggish Chen Chi Immortal Jun.

If it weren't for a black illusory palm blocking this aura, Chen Chi Immortal Jun would probably fall into the cyan aura on the spot.

He turned his head to look at Du Yiran who fell in the distance, and then looked at Cao Jianqiu on the side, his face turned red, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Because the immortal treasure he refined was broken, his mind was impacted, and his soul was greatly damaged.

"No wonder you dare to come to my Zhenyang Building, you do have some ability." Du Yiran's eyes fell on the Danding held in Huang Zhihu's hand, greed flashed in his eyes, and he whispered softly.

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Boom—"

Behind the Yellow Fat Tiger, Xiang Lingshuang, who was holding a long sword and turned into a thousand-foot black-armored war puppet, flew up, his body shining with sword light.

The two swords staggered, and they slashed down.

"Desolate War Golem?"

"People from the Xuanjia Sect?" In the distance, on the top of Zhenyang Tower, Zhenyang Xianjun frowned.