Bing Qingjue is not really without a Linglong realm. Rather, it is the overlap of the transformation and transformation of the mortal in the Linglong Realm and the Three Transformation Realms, and they are practitioners of the two realms. At the time of the consummation of the mortal realm, the exquisite heart was also completed at the same time. But there is no shortcut to cultivation, even if Yunmeng jumped the level and reached the Mortal Realm in advance, her combat power is much weaker than the ordinary Mortal Realm. The Transformation Realm has already touched the edge of some Dao, even if it is weak, it is much stronger than the cultivators of the Linglong Realm. At least the current Yuntian is far from being an opponent.

Of course, Yun Tian couldn't have thought that Yun Meng's strength had actually surpassed him. Because of Han Tiannan's words to warn Tie Qinglian, his mind was touched, and he remembered his sister who was far away.

"That Tie Qinglian, why didn't she respond to Han Tiannan's words, could it be that she wasn't worried about Han Tiannan's move?"

When Yun Tian was guessing, a voice suddenly sounded in his ears, but the speaker was not Tie Qinglian, but a familiar woman's voice. The voice seemed to come from a very distant place, and it seemed to whisper softly in his ear.

"You guys, are you going to die?"

With a faint sigh of a woman, a blazing white light suddenly erupted in front of the galloping clouds and carefree. It was a sea of light, obscuring their view and blocking their way.

The white light lasted for three breaths before slowly dimming. The white light was emitted by a mirror, a very large mirror.

The huge mirror was like a wall, suddenly appearing in front of Yuntian and Wuwu, blocking their way. Yun Tian recognized at a glance that this was the mirror that existed at the bottom of the frozen lake in the Lost Land. After the white light flickered, the image of Ah Mao appeared in the mirror. Ah Mao in the mirror is standing on the bank of a river of blood, his expression a little dazed.

Suddenly, seeing Ah Mao's image, Yun Tian couldn't help but get excited: "Ah Mao, where are you?"

Of course, it is impossible for Ah Mao to hear his words, and the one who answers him is still the woman in the mirror.

"Ah Mao cares about you very much, so I can't watch you go to death!"

As the woman's faint voice came out of the mirror, the white light in the mirror flickered again, and a huge transparent light shield erupted. Yun Tian and Wuwu didn't have time to react, and they were firmly buckled underneath the light mask. Yuntian only felt the sudden change in the scenery in front of him, a chill hit, and they were on a familiar snowfield again. It was in the Lost Land, the snow field that I inadvertently broke into, and this time, it was artificially thrown in.

"Senior, there are my friends in Xuanfeng, I have to rush over!"

Yun Tian shouted eagerly.

"I'm not a senior, I'm just an instrument soul! In fact, strictly speaking, I can't even be called an instrument soul, just a bronze mirror soul that stays here. ”

"You shouldn't be involved in this level of fighting. Even if you go, you won't be able to change anything except give up a few lives in vain, so let's stay here honestly!"

"I'm not so reckless, when we see the impossible, we will only choose to wait and see!"

Yun Tian tries to convince the woman in the mirror.

"Do you remember the location of the Ice Lake? there, you can also see the battle on the Xuanfeng Sect's side. ”

Qingyun's small hands hugged one of Yun Tian's arms, pouted and said dissatisfiedly: "I hate it, why did we come here again! I don't like this place, I don't like it very, very much!"

This is still the snowy space in the Lost Valley, but now there is no coercion, no strange power to erase the memories in the mind. Moreover, the aura in this has also become very abundant, and it has become an excellent place for cultivation.

Outside Xuanfeng Mountain, Haotianmen finally launched a general attack. The army of monks formed a huge sword shape and plunged straight towards the mountain protection array of Xuanfeng Mountain. Three hundred and eight black-clothed men carried a cyan boulder, which was the tip of this huge sword. Tan Bing held the Haotian Sword in his hand, while Yang Ling held the Haotian Mirror, suspended on both sides of the boulder.

On top of the boulder, there is a black lotus flower about a foot long. A young man in black had a grim face, sat in the stamen of the lotus flower, and shouted loudly: "Liu Jinxiang, Kou Dahai, dare to fight!"

The sound was like rolling thunder, shaking the Xuanfeng Sect's mountain protection array.

A black wind roared out from Xuanfeng Mountain, and soon condensed into a huge black dragon, which ushered towards the great sword of Haotianmen with the momentum of covering the sky and the sun. Above the head of the black dragon dragon, there stood an elegant middle-aged scribe, who was none other than Liu Jinxiang, the sect leader of the Wind Sect.

"Tan Xinyan, do you really think that our Xuanfeng Sect is easy to bully?"

At the same time as Liu Jinxiang spoke, a person shot out of the black dragon's abdomen, and directly punched the huge black lotus. A punch came out, and there was a crackling and popping sound.

Tan Bing took a step forward in the void, and slashed out with a sword in the face of the comer. The two violent spiritual forces collided, and there was a loud "click", and the space actually collapsed. The person who came was stopped and stunned, and Tan Bing's body was directly smashed to the ground, opening his mouth and spurting out a mouthful of blood.

In the poisonous swamp, Han Tiannan's face was gloomy: "Tie Qinglian, you actually dare to despise me? Hmph! Then I will destroy your Haotianmen this time." ”

Han Tiannan snapped his fingers at the swamp below, and a blood-colored centipede nearly ten zhang long flew out of the poisonous swamp, carrying him in the direction of Xuanfeng Mountain.

Snowy space, glacial lake on the lake. Looking at the bearded man who had hit Tan Bing with a single punch, he introduced Yuntian and said, "The only ones who can repel Tan Bing with one move are the three elders and the four sect masters of the Xuanfeng Sect. This person is using the Thunderstorm Fist, it should be Thunder Sect Master Kou Dahai!"

Just as he was speaking, a fair-faced man surrounded by electric light and a charming young woman rushed out of the black dragon's belly at the same time, standing side by side with Kou Dahai. With a wave of her hand, layers of water curtains appeared in front of the three of them. At the same time, the black lotus flower under Tan Xinyan's seat rippled layer by layer, and the ripples passed, and the mountains, rocks and trees were like ice cubes in a fire, and they were silently melted away.

However, when the invincible ripples met the water curtain, they were completely blocked out, and it was difficult to enter.

Tan Xinyan stood up from the black lotus, directly controlled the black lotus to rush forward, and said in a cold voice: "Chen Yinyu, the sect leader of the Jiuwenyu Sect, has the first protection in the world, let's see if I can stop my Destruction Demon Lotus today!"

As Tan Xinyan spoke, the black lotus suddenly burst out with black light the thickness of chopsticks, like ten thousand arrows at once.

"Retreat!"

Chen Yinyu shouted violently, his hands were round, and a milky white ball of light quickly appeared in front of him. She controlled the ball of light, her body slowly rose into the air, and then pushed forward violently, and the ball of light spun and smashed towards Tan Xinyan.