"How strong?"

Zhu Xiongying's brows furrowed.

With the breath of a hundred miles of wind appearing in this Guiyun Hidden Sword, the focus of the entire Beiming is focused on this.

Roughly estimated, there are at least dozens of immortal-level powerhouses who continue to pay attention to the changes in the Guiyun Hidden Sword, and at this time, it is normal for a certain elder who can't sit still to appear.

"It's very strong, and this breath is very familiar, the old master must have been in contact with it in the past."

Teacher Cang was frowning and thinking about who the owner of this qi was.

"Ah, remember!"

Teacher Cang's condensed sword spirit body appeared, hovering beside Zhu Xiongying.

The Qingcang Sword Spirit was born from the condensation of the sword intent of a hundred miles of wind, so as long as Teacher Cang was willing, he could make it impossible for anyone except Zhu Xiongying to see him.

Even if it is the existence of the Immortal First Realm, it is impossible to see the existence of Teacher Cang.

"It's the guy who ran fast at the beginning!"

Running thief fast?

Zhu Xiongying was stunned, what kind of description is this.

Suddenly, his face changed.

"You said it wouldn't be the ghost emperor?"

At the beginning, the hundred miles of wind slashed the ghost and the seven ghost kings with a sword, and the ghost emperor of the ghost mountain was the first to run away, and then announced that the ghost mountain had been hiding from the world for ten thousand years.

"Mmmmmmmm

"When the old master cut off with a sword, he only glanced at this guy, and this guy ran away as soon as he smoked."

"Judging from the breath, this guy should be a lot stronger than back then."

Listening to Teacher Cang's words, Zhu Xiongying was suddenly a little speechless.

originally thought that when I came to this world, I had to contact the small realm step by step, but who would have thought that this would encounter such a bad thing as soon as it came out, and the guys who came out were stronger than the other.

Zhu Xiongying glanced at Sikong Ruoyi, who was standing not far away, this little rose looked calm, from the beginning to the present, it was like watching a play.

However, Zhu Xiongying could feel that Sikong Ruoyi had a strong intention.

As the existence of the weakest chicken present, Sikong Ruoyi is obviously very unwilling.

However, Zhu Xiongying believed that with Sikong Ruoyi's talent, once he really started to cultivate, the speed of cultivation would reach an extremely terrifying speed.

And right now.

When Teacher Cang sensed the appearance of a breath of qi, the rest of the people also sensed it.

The reason why Teacher Cang was able to perceive it in advance was because Teacher Cang was the body of a sword spirit, and his sensitivity to qi was stronger than ordinary.

Airplanes!

The entire void, for a moment, fell into a state of downtime.

Heaven and earth were silent, as if everything had fallen into a standstill, and not a single sound came out.

Bang.

I saw the sword that Murong Li condensed.

The moment this qi appeared, it instantly shattered and dissipated into a little starlight.

Murong Li's white eyebrows were furrowed, and Wang Zhen, who was beside him, had also raised his vigilance to the extreme at this time.

Both of them knew who was coming.

In this world, the people who dared to recklessly attack in front of the two Immortal First Realm sword cultivators would not exceed the number of five fingers.

"Your Majesty."

The ghost is in the dark sky, and the remnants of life have been exhausted, and they are desperately fighting.

At this moment, he sensed the appearance of this qi, and instantly dissipated this last force.

He knew that he didn't need to fight to the death, and he was saved.

The two ghost kings beside him also breathed a long sigh of relief at this time.

If you really want to talk about it, the two of them are the most hard-working, facing Murong Li, who is very likely to be the first realm of immortality, and Wang Zhen, who is the first realm of immortality, and they are both sword cultivators with extremely strong offensive strength.

In the case of life and death, if the two of them don't run, they will only have to wait for death.

And if you throw the black sky away and run away, you will still be killed by the Ghost Emperor.

Now that the Ghost Emperor appeared, the two of them were naturally relieved.

I saw that in front of the ghost Xiao Heitian's body, a hazy shadow appeared, and the specific appearance of this shadow could not be seen, and this was not a real body, it should just be an out-of-body incarnation of the Ghost Emperor.

"Two seniors, I haven't seen you for a long time."

Voices came from this hazy shadow.

But listening to this voice, it is extremely sunny and clear, not at all like the ghost emperor who is eerie in his imagination, and he can't live or die in the ghost mountain, but like a high-spirited young man in the rivers and lakes.

"Look to the east."

Murong Li whispered in a condensed voice.

This name is the name of the Ghost Emperor of Ghost Mountain, and no one has said it for a long time.

"Oh? I didn't expect my predecessors to remember my name, which is really an honor. ”

The Ghost Emperor smiled heartily, and his eyes looked at Wang Zhen on the side again.

"Senior Wang Zhen still doesn't have to work in vain, although I am only an incarnation here today, as long as it is someone who wants to take it away, it is not enough for the two of you."

This tone was very calm, but every word was extremely arrogant, obviously not taking Murong Li and Wang Zhen in his eyes.

"Arrogance."

"If your deity comes, we and the other two are really not sure that they will leave people behind, but they are just an incarnation..."

Murong Li's voice was not finished yet.

Kacha.

A slight cracking sound.

However, the moment this shattered sound sounded, everyone's hearts were suddenly relieved, because the blocked void was completely restored at this moment.

The eyes of the two ghost kings flashed with joy.

The reason why they didn't run away before was because the three thousand miles of void on this side were all blocked, and even if they wanted to run with the black sky, they couldn't do it, they couldn't just rely on flying.

Wang Zhen and Murong Li's brows furrowed even tighter.

This side of the three thousand miles of void is Murong Li and Wang Zhen, and the two of them have joined forces to ban it.

And the Ghost Emperor Wangdong came to the east with only one incarnation, and in a single thought, he shattered the ban they joined forces, which means that if the two of them forcibly blocked the incarnation of the Ghost Emperor.

Perhaps, it can be successful.

But the two of them will also pay a great price.

Whether it is Wang Zhen or Murong Li, they are all members of their respective sects, and the two of them are not seriously injured, but if anything goes wrong, it will affect the status of the sect in Beiming.

Therefore, it is important to look at this question from the most cost-effective perspective.

Murong Li and Wang Zhen glanced at each other, and their brows were furrowed.

"I know who you're waiting for."

"He's not going to show up."

Wangdonglai smiled, then turned around, and in front of him, a door of nothingness opened.

"Ghost Disciple, follow me back to the mountain."

With that, one turned around, put his hands behind his back, and stepped into the door of nothingness leisurely.

With the support of the two ghost kings, the ghost black sky also followed.

As for the other Ghost Owl disciples, after receiving the order of the Ghost Emperor, they all rushed towards this Void Gate like crazy.

These ghost disciples all came with great interest and murderous spirit, and now, they didn't want to stay in this place where the sword was hidden by the clouds for a second.

Seven thousand Tibetan Sword disciples, watching these Ghost Devil disciples leave, all of them were a little unable to suppress the swords in their hands, and many of them wanted to rush up and do it directly, but they were all stopped by Hu Yanxu.

】

Killing the ghost Xiao disciples in front of the Ghost Emperor, and it is uncertain whether the Sword God will strike again, Hu Yanxu does not dare to play with fire like this.

After all the ghost disciples left, the entire place where the sword was hidden became silent.

The door of nothingness is also dissipated.

Skyrim on paper.

Wang Zhen and Murong Li, the two of them were still frowning.

And the direction that the two of them are looking at is also where the sword mound where the sword is hidden.

Because the breath of the hundred-mile wind came out of this sword mound before.

"Brother Murong, what do you think of the Ghost Emperor's words just now?"

Wang Zhen, the body of an old woman, has a crest on her back.

"The old man is too old to understand what he meant."

Murong Li pinched his beard and said with a smile.

Wang Zhen didn't speak again, but just glanced at Murong Li meaningfully.

"Hui Zong."

As Wang Zhen said a word, in front of her, there was also a void crack.

Shen Yifeng led the people of the Skyfall Sword Sect and hurriedly followed.

"Xiao Baili, are you still in this world?"

Murong Li's eyes were deep, and he looked at the hidden sword and sword mound, this sentence seemed to be asking others, and it seemed to be asking himself.

…………………………

The north of Beiming, the polar deep sea.

At the bottom of this deep sea, there is a continuous mountain range.

And above this mountain range, an enchantment is on top of this mountain range, isolating the sea area and forming a completely independent space.

This is the Ghost Mountain.

The source of the Beiming Demon Dao, the gathering place of thousands of ghost disciples.

At the core of the Ghost Mountain, a giant city with a black body, this side is the Demon Dao Holy Land of the Ghost Mountain, the Ghost Emperor City.

Pantheon.

Of course, the outside calls this hall the Hall of Ten Thousand Ghosts.

All the ghost kings in the Ghost Emperor City are gathered in this Ten Thousand Temples, and when they count a little, there are as many as thirty or fifty.

It's no wonder that as soon as the ghost ray came out that year, the entire Xianmen Holy Land in Beiming was extremely frightened.

After all, ordinary sects, if they can have three or five immortal chaos level powers, they can already be regarded as strong, such as the One Sword Saint Sect and the Skyfall Sword Sect, both of which only have three or five immortal powers, and they are already the top sword sects in this northern land.

And in this ghost mountain, there are actually thirty or fifty.

At this moment, these thirty or fifty immortal powers, any one of them who stomped their feet outside, could make the ground tremble three times, and they would all stand respectfully, and they didn't dare to come out.

On the throne of the emperor in this hall, the ghost emperor looked to the east and said a dashing green robe, his face was handsome and beautiful like a demon, and he was sweeping over the thirty or fifty people standing in this hall.

Wave your hand slightly.

Thirty or fifty people in this hall bowed down, and then all of them retreated.

But one remained in this temple.

Ghost Dark Sky.

"Emperor, subordinates are not doing well, please punish the emperor."

Hei Tian bowed down, his complexion was not very good, and the Ghost Emperor looked at Donglai to temporarily stop the sword qi in Hei Tian's body.

But if you want to truly recover, or restore the strength of the Immortal First Realm, it is absolutely impossible to retreat for thousands of years.

"It's none of your business."

"Go down and rest."

Wangdonglai is still extremely satisfied with this dark sky.

After all, this is the first existence in Ghost Mountain to step into the first realm of immortality besides him, which means that there are many things in the future, and he can rest assured that he will leave them to Heitian to do, without having to do it himself.

"Let's go to the Tianyin Pool, so that your injuries will heal sooner."

As soon as this sentence came out, Hei Tian was stunned.

Tianyin Pool is the holy land of the Ghost Mountain, and the spiritual power veins of the entire Ghost Mountain are all gathered in this Tianyin Pool.

If the black sky heals in this heavenly sound pool, the recovery speed will be ten times faster, and you can get out of the level in a hundred years.

"Big things are coming, I can't wait for you for a thousand years."

Wangdong came to smile surgingly.

As soon as these words came out, Hei Tian frowned even more.

"Emperor, the hundred miles of wind is still in the hidden sword, with him, I'm afraid I'll ......"

In fact, there is a saying that the black sky does not say directly.

The hundred miles of wind are still alive, how can something big happen?

Even if the Ghost Emperor makes a personal move, he is not the opponent of the hundred-mile long wind.

"Know what you're worried about."

"Don't worry, Bendi's decision will never be wrong."

The Ghost Emperor looked east and said with a smile.

"What does the emperor mean?"

Heitian was stunned for a moment, and then his mind flashed back to today's battle with Baili Changfeng, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong.

"My subordinates understood."

Bow down, turn around and leave in the dark.

In the huge Hall of All Saints, only the Ghost Emperor looked east and sat on the emperor's throne.

"A hundred miles of long wind, this emperor wants to see how long your sword soul can last."

…………………………

Return to the clouds and hide the sword.

When everything was settled, the entire Tibetan Sword became silent.

Everything that happened today was too fast.

The Seven Thousand Tibetan Sword Disciples had not yet reacted from the previous turmoil, after all, for them, this was the first time in their lives that they had experienced it, and they had seen the Sword God with their own eyes.

The immortal power that is invisible on weekdays came out one after another, and even the ghost emperor who made people smell and change color appeared.

"It's funny."

Zhu Xiongying swept over the seven thousand Tibetan Sword disciples.

With such a big battle, these 7,000 Tibetan Sword disciples died more than 100 people and injured 1,000 people.

"Little master, they are all looking at you."

Teacher Cang hovered around Zhu Xiongying and pointed at the seven thousand Tibetan Sword disciples.

The eyes of these people looking at Zhu Xiongying were all different.

Some are surprised, some are doubtful, some are envious, and some are not convinced.

After all, how can such a cultivator become their elder brother.

"Ahem."

At this time, a dry cough sounded, mixed with the power of cultivation, and spread all over in an instant.

All the Tibetan Sword disciples were staring, and they all looked up.

By Zhu Xiongying's side, Hu Yanxu didn't know when he had appeared.

His gaze first looked at Cangyue Immortal.

But Cangyue didn't look at him at all, which made the Great Sect Master of Huyanxu, who wanted to get Cangyue's immortal instructions, very sad.

Then, Hu Yanxu took a deep breath.

His gaze swept to the surrounding Tibetan Sword Elders, and then to the seven thousand Tibetan Sword disciples.

"This sect declares that the great disciple of the Tibetan Sword is..."

At this point, everyone held their breath.

However, Hu Yanxu was stunned.

He looked at Zhu Xiongying, who was sitting on the side.

"What's your name?"

Voice, fine nymphs.

Zhu Xiongying just glanced at Hu Yanxu, then got up and stretched his waist, dusted off the ashes on his buttocks, and swept his gaze over the seven thousand Tibetan Sword disciples in front of him.

"Remember my name."

The voice sounded slowly in this Tibetan Sword Square.

"Zhu Xiongying."