The shadow of the demon is as majestic as a mountain, reflecting the rolling dark clouds in the sky, and the Lingshan mountains that are clear to Zhong Xiu are already a different picture.

The position above the formation, a force shook endlessly.

The Demon Gate and the Immortal Gate both have the power of many gods to dispatch and break out into a fierce battle!

"Bang."

The ancient bronze bell containing infinite mana flew out, piercing through the darkness of the demon clouds, and throwing the demon body of a demon ancestor into the air, splashing a large amount of blood.

The power of the ancient bell's eruption was very terrifying, even the primordial god of the god could not bear it, and cracks appeared, as if they were about to be torn apart.

"Roar."

The naked red-haired primordial god behind the Demon Sect Ancestor let out an earth-shattering roar, and the mana in his body was released, forming a magic ball that was pressed by Mount Tai, and the height and body of his primordial god were rapidly increasing, and at the same time, the cracks on his body disappeared quickly.

In the blink of an eye, this red-haired primordial god continued to rise in height, becoming the size of a mountain range, and the majestic mana was surging endlessly.

The realm of the gods is a leap for the monk to realize the essence of life, the mana increases violently, breaks through the suppression of space, and the awakened primordial god has the power to shake the heavens and the earth.

However, under normal circumstances, the power of the god will not easily use his natal primordial god, because the consumption is too huge, and the destructive power is amazing, which is a means of guarantee.

Usually only in the emergency situation of a life-and-death battle, the monk will manifest the original god and show all his strength without reservation.

"I have just become a god, and I dare to be presumptuous in front of this seat."

The owner of the ancient bronze bell is the ancestor of Xuanqing Palace, and he saw the giant bell in his palm levitating, and said in a deep voice.

As he spoke, the bronze bell quickly became larger, like a spinning star, with boundless shadows, and suppressed the chaos ball where the Demon Sect Ancestor was located in the air.

At this moment, another ancestor of the Ten Gates of the Demon Dao rushed over, the natal primordial god was hundreds of zhang tall, majestic and atmospheric, like a mountain, dressed in dark red armor, and his body exuded an incomparably majestic evil brake mana, sacrificing a demon seal, and crashed into the Xuanqing Ancient Bell.

"Xuanqing Ancestor, Hugh is rampant."

As he spoke, he had already mobilized his demonic energy and spiritual power, urging the vast magic seal with all his might.

Millions of mysterious black magic patterns appeared on the surface of the magic seal, and majestic purple thunder emerged.

"Boom."

Another brilliant dark thunderbolt burst out, slamming fiercely on the formation enchantment.

The formation shook quite violently, but it was not broken.

"Xuanqing, we're here to help you!"

The Lotus Sect Master, the Taihao Sect Master, the Qingyun Sword Venerable and other existences took action one after another, gathering all their strength on the body of the Xuanqing Ancient Bell.

The light on Gu Zhong's body became more and more dazzling, like a round of sun hanging in the sky, Xuanqing Old Ancestor's white beard fluttered with the wind, and the old eyes were blazing, urging the natal magic weapon again to send out a more powerful attack.

With the blessings of many ancestors, coupled with the strength of tens of thousands of monks in Lingshan, he didn't believe that he couldn't stop the attack of the Demon Gate.

And yet at this very moment.

At the foot of a green and desolate mountain range, a handsome black-haired man stepped on the green vine and landed, long away from the battle between the two gates of immortals and demons.

This person is Situ Huan.

"As long as you hold back the ancestors of Lingshan, while the two sides are fighting, this demon will have a chance to get the Sword Pavilion Ancestral Weapon." Situ Huan laughed secretly and looked in the direction of the interior of the Wuji Immortal Sect.

The tall Sword Pavilion passed through the clouds and mist, and it was very conspicuous.

He took out a token from the Ring and pointed it at the large array in front of him.

With a flicker, spatial ripples rippled, and an entrance opened in front of you.

He smoothly walked into the interior of Lingshan.

This token was finally obtained from a true disciple of the Immortal Sect, for today.

Where the Sword Pavilion is located, the mountain peaks are like sharp swords soaring into the sky, and the top of the mountain is in the shape of a sword, symbolizing the holy land of the sword path and floating above the sea of clouds like isolated islands.

At this time, there were very few people in the sect, and Situ Huan was basically unhindered all the way.

He followed the guidance of the Lord of the Rings and walked towards the location of the Sword Pavilion.

The demon lord was sealed by Yan Zu's natal flying sword back then, trapped in the abyss of the Demon Ridge all day long, and the demon blood in his body flowed out, and he was extremely clear about the breath on Yan Zu's sword and even the power of the bloodline, so he created such a special magic ring.

It can guide the location of the ancestral artifact. 、

"Stop!"

"Who trespassed on the Sword Pavilion Heavy Land!"

When Situ Huan came to the Sword Pavilion, several disciples on duty stopped him and scolded him.

"Bang!"

Situ Huan's face was gloomy, and with a wave of his big hand, a wave of the coercion of the Yuanying Realm swept out, directly knocking the disciples on duty out, vomiting blood, and unconscious.

These minions are no match for him at all.

Stepping into the gate of the Sword Pavilion, I felt the sharp sword intent on my back.

Situ Huan's heart was already excited, he was only one step away from finding Yan Zu's second ancestral weapon, and unlocking the seal of the demon lord was just around the corner.

However, just as he was about to step onto the second layer.

A decrepit old man appeared in front of him.

"Who are you?"

Situ Huan obviously used his divine sense to detect, and felt that this person's strength was no more than that, but he faintly felt a dangerous aura.

"The old man is the sword keeper of this sword pavilion, and he is responsible for taking care of and wiping the swords here."

Old man Wang responded lightly, and he was not afraid of Situ Huan's cultivation.

"Since you're just a sword watcher, leave quickly, don't get in the way, maybe this devil can spare your life."

Situ Huan did not make a rash move, but first provoked with words.

Old man Wang was unmoved, just so simple and ordinary in front of him, without the slightest intention of getting out of the way.

"It's my duty to look at the sword."

"In that case, don't blame me for being rude."

Situ Huan snorted coldly, the demonic energy in his palms gathered, constantly accumulated, and hit a palm, wanting to smash the other party.

I saw that Old Man Wang's face was indifferent, his five fingers were raised, and an invisible sword intent scattered in all directions.

"Zheng!"

The cold iron flying sword on the first layer of iron frame, the magic weapon battle sword, all made a buzzing sound and shot out.

The coldness of the sword in the Sword Pavilion was magnified by a hundred times, and it was towards Situ Huan.

The murderous aura was soaring, forming a rain of silver light, and in the blink of an eye, it pierced this palm and stabbed towards Situ Huan.

"Damn it!"

Situ Huan scolded, his face ugly.

In just a few breaths, he had already felt the strength of the old man who looked at the sword.

The sword intent on his body was too sharp, and the pressure was too great, making people feel as if they were in a boundless sword sea.

I really can't imagine that there is such a master in the Sword Pavilion.

At the very least, this is the power of the gods.

He Situ Huan thinks that under the gods, there is no opponent, and ordinary gods can deal with one or two, but in the face of the old man, there is monstrous pressure.

How could such a strong man stay in the Sword Pavilion all the time?

Pressing the doubts, Situ Huan could only deal with the flying sword in front of him first.

There is no sloppiness, and "Thirty-six Changes of Heavenly Demons" is directly displayed.

Protected by the Heavenly Demon Phantom, he struggled to resist the mighty sword intent.

Old man Wang still looked indifferent, took out a flying sword on the iron frame with one hand, and said something in his mouth:

"Qingping, weighing three catties and nine taels, four feet four inches long, made of the best jade spirit jade, its lord has eliminated the demon guard in his life, the sword is accomplished, three hundred years of immortals and demons two wars, slaughtering several demon sects and returning."

Situ Huan didn't hear what the other party was reading at all, but it didn't affect the momentum on the other party's body.

- Ding

"Whoa!"

Qingping fell, and the sword aura was boundless, so that the first demon shadow was directly declared broken.

Situ Huan's whole person was blasted out of the Sword Pavilion and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Unilateral crushing, without a trace of suspense.

Seeing this, Situ Huan didn't care about looking for the ancestral weapon, so he could only flee in a panic, his figure flashed, and he disappeared near the Sword Pavilion.

But Old Man Wang looked at the sky with his sword, his eyes were not shocked, and he had no intention of chasing after him.

It's as if he couldn't step out of this Sword Pavilion.

Situ Huan fled all the way for his life, and halfway through the escape, he found that the old man had not caught up, so he stopped in mid-air, with palpitations and doubts at the same time.

I don't know why the old man didn't chase him out.

"Could it be that he has to stay in the Sword Pavilion to burst out with such strength?"

I guessed in my heart, but my face was still gloomy.

If that's the case, I'm afraid it will be difficult for him to enter the Sword Pavilion.

If you can't get the ancestral artifact, the purpose of this trip is a failure.

The Demon Gate dispatched so many strong men, not afraid of sacrifice, planning for several years, just for this day.

If he fails, his position as a demon son may not be guaranteed.

At that moment, a dazzling light appeared on the surface of the ring.

"It's."

Situ Huan's eyes flashed with a gleam, a little surprised.

If the Lord of the Rings reacts, it means that there is an ancestral weapon nearby.

But this place is already far away from the Sword Pavilion, how can it be?

"Do you say?"

Something suddenly occurred to him,

In addition to proving the existence of the ancestral weapon, it also shows that there are people nearby who are connected by the bloodline of the Yan Ancestor.

With this in mind, Situ Huan followed the guidance of the Lord Ring all the way to another place.

In front of me, there was a beautiful mountain peak with a pleasant view, and a lake.