When Wang Quanquan and the others came to the mountainside square, the cyan light curtain on the periphery of the Lingyun Sect had dimmed to the extreme, and with a crisp cracking sound, the mountain protection array completely lost its effect.

A black cavity slowly opened from mid-air, revealing an unfamiliar star field inside, and Wang Quanquan recognized it at a glance as the extraterritorial starry sky of the Yang Cang Realm.

Many disciples of the mountain gate gradually gathered here, talking about this strange scene one after another, Hong Qingyan frowned when he saw this, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

At this moment, a white shadow in the crowd rose into the sky and flew straight towards the black cavity, and Hong Qingyan was just about to stop speaking, but was stopped by Wang Quanquan.

"It's useless, I'm afraid there is a spy in our Lingyun Sect."

As soon as the words fell, the white figure was close to the black cavity, raised his hand and threw a red spar, defeating the remaining obstacles.

The sound was piercing and broken, the spatial laws of the Three Immortal Realms were destroyed, and the black cavity suddenly expanded, forming an arch three zhang wide and seven feet high, and two big hands poked out from the void, grabbed the upper and lower edges of the black cavity, and with a fierce force, the crack that was not small expanded again, becoming a huge passage that was not less than ten zhang long and wide.

The disciples of the sect looked up at this terrifying scene, their faces could not hide their consternation, among them, Hong Qingyan's expression was the most ugly, now there are few high-level monks in the sect, and the great elder is in a critical moment of retreat, the other party has obviously calculated the timing.

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"The elders of the Lingyun Sect have exhausted their orders, and now it is the time of weakness, and the highest cultivation of the monks on the mountain is no more than the Yuan Infant, and he slaughtered the sect with the young master and burned this mountain, and there will be no Lingyun in the world from now on."

A crisp voice came from behind the black star field, which made the faces of the monks present change, but Wang Quanquan had a strange face, turned his head to look at Hong Qingyan and said:

"Trouble, an old acquaintance is here."

"What old acquaintance?"

As soon as he asked, he saw black figures rushing out from the huge crack in the air, and before he could hit the ground, the spells that had accumulated for a long time in his hand were the first to be smashed, and the crowd below immediately became a mess.

Hong Qingyan, as the acting head, immediately reacted, and the spiritual sense came out:

"Hold on, the disciples above Jindan will form a formation to meet the enemy, and the messenger monks will go to the Assassin Sect and Wushan County to ask for help."

With the command, all the disciples quickly calmed down, and they all used their magical powers to fight the enemy, after all, the Lingyun Sect is a rare big sect in the Three Immortal Realm, and the background is so rich that even if the other party occupies all the heavens, it cannot be easily captured.

When the disciples were fighting for their lives, Hong Qingyan was not idle, and took out the order of the head of the house and said:

"Senior brother, protect the Dharma for me, as long as you survive a quarter of an hour, Grandpa Hong will let these extraterritorial monks who underestimate the Lingyun Sect come and go."

Wang Quanquan looked at the five or six god-transforming monks who flew out of the cracks, and pulled the corners of his mouth and said:

"You think too highly of me, too."

Hong Qingyan didn't care about this, Wu Zi began to pinch the trick and recite the mantra, Wang Quanquan sighed helplessly, his palm brushed over his face, and after changing his face, he stepped into the air in one step.

A total of 300 monks were dispatched from the Yangcang Realm this time, which was less than one-tenth of the number of Lingyun Sect, but all of them were leaders in the same realm, not to mention the thirty yuan babies and six avatars.

The crushing of the high-level to the low-level is a little easier than the cat play rat, and there are many disciples of the Lingyun Sect, but they can only defend passively, and more than a dozen people form a formation, resisting the attack of the opposite Yuan Infancy, and there is no room to fight back at all, but if the cultivators of the gods make a move, they will have to fall on the spot.

The reason why the six extraterritorial god powerhouses did not participate in the battle was because they encountered an even trickier guy, the Lingyun monk with two swords, who actually carried the siege of the three of them alone.

The opponent made a decisive and treacherous move, and as soon as he saw it, he fixed the extraterritorial monk who had also entered the god, and the strange thing was that he did not kill the opponent, but stabbed his dantian with a sword, causing the opponent to temporarily lose his combat power.

Seeing the man's move, the young man who came out of the black cavity last looked pensive, he always felt that this scene was familiar, and the old man in charge of the guard next to him said:

"Young master, this person's spell is a little weird, do you want the old man to kill him?"

"No, you don't." The young man said coldly, "If they are defeated by three fights and one of them, then it is useless for the Yang Cang Realm to keep them." ”

The old man stopped talking and glanced at the other Avatar Monk, who nodded and flew up, and a situation of four to one immediately formed on the scene.

Wang Quanquan, who was surrounded by four people, couldn't help but squeeze out a wry smile at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes glanced at Hong Qingyan below, seeing that the other party was dancing like a god and making strange movements.

Can't count on this guy, he can only delay as much as possible on his own, after a move Bai Yujing's sword technique was delivered, Wang Quanquan's heart moved slightly, and a red beetle quietly flew out of the storage bag and attached to the tip of the same bright red sword.

At this time, the young man in the middle of the air finally noticed the weapon in his hand, first frowned and looked puzzled, and then said with a grim expression:

"Elder Guixu, catch him, he wants to live."

"Yes!"

The old man bowed slightly, and his figure disappeared in an instant.

Wang Quanquan, who was thinking about how to make a fuss with the Immortal Gu, jumped in his heart for no reason, and a strong life and death crisis came, he didn't care about the weapon stretched out by the enemy behind him, and hurriedly retreated under his feet, and at the same time, the figure was illusory, passing through the enemy behind him, and at the same time, he also dodged the grasp of the void.

"Huh?"

The black-robed old man showed his figure, and his eyes showed appreciation, "I have such a keen intuition, it seems that I have experienced a battle of life and death." ”

The old man didn't have much spiritual power fluctuations, but the royal authority didn't dare to take it lightly, and if he turned his mind upward, he could only understand the ineffable realm, which was much bigger than the gap between Jin Dan and Yuan Ying, even if he was talented, he couldn't do the same leapfrog challenge as before.

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Seeing that the elder personally took action, several god-transforming monks consciously retreated and flew down, intending to go to deal with those ants.

Wang Quanquan also knew that it was time for life and death, so he no longer hid his clumsiness, the two swords merged, the light flashed, and the two swords became a crystal red long sword.

He put his sword back in its sheath, closed his eyes slightly, took a deep breath, and muttered:

"I have a sword that can slay immortals."

The originally clear sky suddenly became gloomy, accompanied by strong winds and thunder, and the old man on the opposite side became more and more interested, and he said:

"Zhao Shuquan's Bai Yujing layer, it is not easy to have this creation at a young age."

Wang Quanquan had no distractions, and he couldn't hear what the other party was saying, and at the moment he only had that sword in his mind.

When the momentum accumulated to the apex, Hong Qingyan's voice suddenly sounded below:

"Senior brother, you can withdraw, and then it's your turn to perform for your brother."

As soon as the words fell, the direction of Chixia Peak lit up with red rays, and the light quickly condensed to form a round of red sun, which was scorching, far better than the original sun in the sky.

Immediately after that, the sky in the direction of Yanjun Peak quickly darkened, and a sickle crescent moon quietly appeared in the sky, and then gradually solidified, silver as bright as a hook.

Finally, it was the turn of the middle peak, the Jinding Hall bloomed with colorful glow in the sky, the strength of the brilliance even exceeded the previous sun and moon, and when it reached the peak, it began to shrink rapidly, and finally turned into a colorful stone more than three zhang high.

The nine holes and eight holes on the stone, like the flow of starlight, the moment it appeared, the sun and the moon on both sides trembled, and at this moment, the aura that the entire Lingyun Sect had precipitated for thousands of years began to flow, and rushed to the middle peak together.

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(End of chapter)