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At this moment, a terrible and distant howl suddenly came from the ruins of the Barbarian Temple, and it was high-pitched: "The dog thief is leaving, and if you have the courage to destroy my Barbarian Temple, don't you have the courage to stay and have a fight with the old man?" With the words, a colorful and brilliant poisonous mist swayed upward, like a burst of magma fire, instantly breaking through all obstacles and chasing after Long Xuan.

In the firmament, an infinitely poignant poisonous glow suddenly bloomed, echoing with a strange demon roar, like the gods and Buddhas singing in the sky, like the nine demons laughing, and the nameless shock appeared in the hearts of everyone present!

"Ten Thousand Poison Luo Yan, Ten Thousand Poison Gate still has this kind of thing that hurts the heavens and peace, it seems that this poison god old man is hiding very deeply!" Sanmiao Fairy looked awe-inspiring, looking deeply at the back of the poisonous god with his hair fluttering and his arms supporting the sky on the field, a trace of jealousy flashed in his beautiful eyes, and the idea of forming an alliance with the Ghost King Sect and fighting against the Ten Thousand Poison Gate in his heart was also more firm!

The ghost king's face was expressionless, his eyes were blazing, and he had no anger all over his body, but his right hand, hidden under his sleeve robe, had already supported the base of the "Falling Soul Lamp". A little amber demonic flame danced on the wick, and with each beat, a gray-black deep mark appeared in the surrounding space - but that flame was not aimed at Long Xuan in the sky, looking at its eager position, it clearly pointed to the key point of the vest with the door wide open in the poisonous god!

The sky was full of wind, and countless poisonous clouds and mist twisted up like a whirlpool, enveloping that sword rainbow layer by layer. The colorful sword rainbow slammed left and right, but it was never able to break out of the encirclement, and finally stopped, showing two figures, one in a black robe and one in white, the black-robed man held a golden sword in his right hand, and the sword aura was rushing through the sky, and the fierce sword momentum penetrated the heavens and the earth; The man in white stood quietly beside him, with a slender figure, clearly a woman, and her jet-black hair fluttered in the mighty sword wind like splashing ink!

"Old horseman, are you really afraid of you?" The black-robed man's voice was extremely hoarse, the chill was piercing, his right hand was lightly resting on the hilt of the sword, and before he made a move, there was a sharp and unparalleled domineering sword intent that directly locked on the poison god on the ground.

The face of the poison god changed greatly, and an inexplicable palpitation surged in his heart, as if he was pointed at by the tips of thousands of swords.

But now that he has made a move, he has no reason to retreat without a fight, so he gritted his teeth at the moment, raised his head silently, faced the cold sword wind, and said loudly: "Your Excellency's sword path is to the sky, and the formation is mysterious." But my Holy Sect is not muddy, Your Excellency wantonly slaughtered the disciples of my sect, even if the old man fights for this old life, he must seek justice for those innocent disciples who have lost their lives! ”

"Okay, the poison god senior said it well!"

"That's right, the monks of my Soul Refining Sect are willing to follow the old-timers and kill this fang to sacrifice to my Holy Sect Heroic Spirit!"

"Yes, my Red Demon Sect is also ......"

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As the Poison God's impassioned words came out, it was like a cloud of response for a while, and many Demon Sect cultivators and some branch disciples of small families were all excited, eager to immediately follow the Poison God on the field and kill Long Xuan! The ghost king and the three wonderful fairies changed color at the same time, and when they looked at each other, they both saw the same hatred in each other's eyes.

"Noise!" In mid-air, the heart sword in Long Xuan's hand suddenly came out of the sheath by half an inch, a sense of arrogance, and the vast sword momentum of the king and the world suddenly rose up, overwhelmingly pressed down, and between the golden sword rays, there was a faint feeling of tearing the heavens and the earth.

Those Demon Sect disciples who were touting the poison god were like chickens and ducks that had been pinched by the neck, and the numb words were stuck in their throats, and the original noise fell silent, as if they had been cut off by a sharp blade in an instant.

"Old horseman, this is what you asked for, since you want to die, this seat will fulfill you!"

Accompanied by Long Xuan's cold words, the "Eight Fierce Thunder Gang Array" formation engraved on the heart sword twisted wildly, and the four heaven and earth absolute evils turned into four-colored sword rainbows, completely integrated into his body. For a while, his original injuries were forcibly repaired by this supernatural power, and the depleted mana quickly recovered, and he held the hilt of the heart sword with both hands, and the sword was lit with a blue fire-

The sword momentum soared rapidly, condensed to the extreme, Long Xuan did not hesitate, swung his sword and slashed, a silver sword light flew out like the wrath of a god, and the sword roared for nine days, even the boundless galaxy was dim under this sword-

A sword out, heaven and earth are divided, the light one floats, and the turbid one sinks!

It was like a ghost, and the poisonous mist in the sky with teeth and claws was also neatly slashed by this sword, turning into bronze dust and dissipating into heaven and earth, revealing a road to heaven! This was the first time that Long Xuan had consciously fused the absolute power in the Heart Sword, because the current situation was critical, he couldn't hesitate, if the group of demon sect demons below saw the reality of his external strength, things would be troublesome!

Fortunately, this ruined sword did not disappoint him, look at the group of demon sect demons who fled in embarrassment, where did they still have the heart to intercept him and Lu Xueqi. Long Xuan glanced down, breathed a sigh of relief, forcibly suppressed the backlash of the True Yuan Sword intent in his body, and took Lu Xueqi out of the wall and disappeared at the end of the dark sky!

And the Barbarian Temple, at this moment, is also in chaos, the Barbarian Temple made of Yin Wind Bloodstone is divided into two by this silver sword light, and the sharp sword qi roars, like a tornado raging the heavens and the earth, tearing apart the already scarred flat land with hideous sword marks, and there is a soul-stirring immortal sword intent in it!

As for the old man of the poison god who bore the brunt, he was seriously injured and dying, and one of his left arms was cut off by these six fierce sword qi of silence, but the wound did not bleed, not a drop, because all the blood was evaporated by the remaining Silent Sword Intent on his wound at the moment it gushed out!

On the withered and old face of the poison god, as if he had lost his soul, and at the same time lost all his feelings, he got up indifferently, and looked at his withered right palm in a daze, the treasure tripod carved with a strange inscription pattern - that is the Ten Thousand Poison Ding, the inheritance of the thousand-year-old Taoist system of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, and also the token of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect masters of the past dynasties.

However, at this moment, this treasure tripod is dim, like a candle in the wind like lifeless, the black and cold tripod body is covered with small cracks, meandering growth, slowly expanding and getting bigger, "click" a few light sounds, ten thousand poison tripod shattered into a fragment, only a complete three-legged base remained, faintly came a sense of desolation.

The Ten Thousand Poisons Gate once shocked the world's treasure, a monument, today, folded here!

The corners of the poison god's mouth twitched, his face flickered brightly and darkly, and he was unusually white, it was not an exaggeration to say that his face was like ashes, he sighed, and with his only remaining right hand, he solemnly put the base of the Ten Thousand Poison Ding on the wild sand, knelt on his knees, and said sadly: "The old man is ashamed of the ancestors of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect!" ”

His tone was desolate, indescribably painful, and the ghost king and others listened to it in their ears, and they were silent for a while, and they felt sad that the rabbit died and the fox died. The Sanmiao Fairy closest to him hesitated for a moment before taking two steps forward and said in a low voice: "Brother Poison God Dao, although the Ten Thousand Poison Ding is a token of your inheritance, it was damaged by the sword of that mysterious swordsman. Today, Brother Dao is willing to take risks for the glory of my Holy Sect, and he will forget his life and death, and his name will surely be passed on through the ages, and he will be praised by the disciples of the Holy Sect in later generations, and I also ask Brother Dao to mourn! ”

"The old man is fine, the fairy doesn't need to worry!" The poison god bowed solemnly to the dilapidated Ten Thousand Poison Ding Body, stood silently for a moment, and then waved his hand and said lightly, but the tiredness on his face seemed to be deeper.

The Ghost King stood with his hands in his hands, his eyes closed and he was speechless, and he also had a trace of feeling in his heart, how could such an intriguing and contradictory Holy Sect be the opponent of the righteous path of Shenzhou? Not to mention anything else, just his increasingly unfathomable nephew made him feel irresistible.

Heaven and earth are vast, where is the way out for my holy religion?

In the blink of an eye, a trace of inexplicable anxiety and irritability rose in his heart, and the bloody aura around him suddenly became ten times more intense, and there was a trace of extreme coldness on his face that was not angry but mighty.

In the ruins in the distance, the statues of the Heavenly Demon King and the Holy Mother of Youming are still standing - the Tiansha giant axe opens the sky, the Youming has mercy on the world, and the golden body of the Demon Sect and the Twin Saints stands proudly in the ruins and broken trees, although silent but unruly, looking at the people around him, as if he has completely integrated with the wild land under his feet!

"Click!" Suddenly, a soft sound suddenly reached the ears of everyone in the field, whether it was the ghost king who closed his eyes and was speechless, the miserable and miserable poison god, or the three wonderful fairies standing on the side, they were all stunned, and everyone's faces suddenly lost their blood, as if that soft sound was the sound of the death knell of the world's annihilation.

They turn their heads, or they look up, as if every movement of the joints is going to drain their strength!

"Click!" There were two soft sounds, as if a crack had opened in the ancient ice field, and the two deep sword marks that crossed the idol slowly grew larger, slowly but unstoppably extending in all directions, spreading on the sacred and ancient Twin Holy Laws—

"Bang!" With a bang, the supreme statue of the Demon Sect exploded, and the Heavenly Demon King was hideous and vicious, and the four heads of the black-faced ghost horns rolled to the feet of the Ghost King, still stained with the filth of the wild sand, and finally stopped!

"This, this is impossible, is it really heaven that is going to kill my Holy Sect?" In an instant, all the people were stunned, their minds were completely blank, the poisonous god was panting like a cow, his eyes were red, revealing a look of despair and madness - gone, nothing, the Barbarian Palace was destroyed, the Ten Thousand Poison Ding was destroyed, and even the golden bodies of the two patriarchs of Tiansha and Youming were destroyed.

The ghost king's complexion was also ugly, the throbbing in his heart became heavier and heavier, and he barely had the energy to maintain the True Yuan shield anymore, letting the cold blood rain hit his face, and the chill penetrated from every pore of his body, he breathed deeply, every time he breathed, the anger on his body dissipated a little, and the red glow in his eyes gradually faded, and there was more wisdom and peace.

He bowed his head slightly, closed his eyes and sighed, with an indescribably complex look on his face, like compassion, like killing!

At this moment, a shallow light flashed, and the ghost king Huo Ran opened his eyes, but saw that in the head of the god of the king of Tiansha, a palm-sized, brilliant jade slab suddenly fell out, revealing a trace of warm warmth, and it was engraved with handwriting, such as a cone scratching sand, the strokes were dignified and smart, not like a knife carving, but like the words born on it, the font was clean, and there was an ethereal and handsome atmosphere in the uninhibited arrogance!

The ghost king felt that the muscles and veins of his whole body seemed to be tightened all of a sudden, and his heart was beating so violently that it seemed to be about to come out of his chest.

ps: Finally demolished the Savage Palace!