The top of the mountain peaks in the clouds, inside the fairyland hut.

A tall woman sat cross-legged for a long time, but she couldn't settle that Dao heart.

After thinking for a long time, she slowly stood up and went to open the wardrobe over there.

Colorful, the style is more one by one, the dress is the majority, and the bright color is less.

The young sect master of the Caiyi Sect has definitely put a lot of thought into this, and if he takes out any piece, he can add a few points of color to the ordinary-looking tall woman.

However, after Ye Zhi took a look, she opened another layer of the wardrobe.

There are two clothes hanging there, one is a very ordinary blue and black robe, and the other one, although it is also a robe, but no matter where in heaven and earth, this robe, it is a particularly conspicuous existence.

Huang Zidao people, no one will not know that the demon clan is even more frightened.

This time, the little heavenly master Chen Huaiyi went out and put on a purple robe.

Ye Zhi took out the blue and black robe, stroked it gently, and it didn't take long for her to put it back in place and choose the purple robe.

This purple robe is really not good-looking on her, even if it is the black dress with embroidered edges before, it is dozens of times better than it.

But in this place, who cares about this person's appearance? I don't dare to take a second look.

After Ye Zhi changed into this robe, she untied the jade crown on her head, and simply put it in a bun, wearing an unadorned peach hairpin.

When all this was done, she picked up the unremarkable looking long sword again, opened the door and went down the mountain.

The tall woman in the Dao robe stood in the clouds, first glanced at Baifeng, and then disappeared.

When she reappeared, she was already on another mountain.

On the top of the mountain, the Ethereal Peak disciples who cultivated hard couldn't find her, and the lazy disciples who dozed off couldn't find her.

The only thing that can find her is a decayed old road sitting in the forest.

"I'm tired of going to the door."

Ye Zhi said plainly while making a gesture.

The old withered man got up slowly, without speaking, and only spoke after a while.

"Let's go early and come back early."

The tall woman in front of him had long since disappeared, and her whereabouts were unknown.

After Ye Zhi left, there was some worry in the eyes of the decaying Daoist.

He had never seen her so dressed, he had never seen her so serious.

Will something happen or make a big fuss?

The Decay Daoist shook his head.

Forget it, he doesn't have to worry about this, and he can't care about it, except for the safety of the Ethereal Sect, it seems that nothing has anything to do with him.

……

Under a wood, Dongfang Huaiyin, who looked up at the distant sky, looked solemn, and hesitated back and forth between making a move and not making a move.

At the earliest, when Wei Xia Zhi was about to be caught up, she was ready to make a move, but the mask suddenly came to life, which she didn't expect, and it also made her not have to be "nosy".

But now, after Wei Xia Zhi killed Xiang Liming, it was difficult to get out.

Suddenly, the blue-robed man's left arm turned into white bones.

All these small movements, Dongfang Huaiyin naturally saw in his eyes.

She finally had an excuse to act openly.

The woman in Tsing Yi closed her eyes and spoke in her heart, "Tianhuo Zhenren, there is a demon cultivator, if your old man is not free, I will take care of it?" ”

Dongfang Huaiyin, whose divine consciousness fell outside the mountain gate of the Fire Cloud Sect, waited for a long time, but he didn't wait to respond.

But whenever Tianhuo Zhenren makes a little movement, even if she refuses, she Dongfang Huaiyin will make a move.

The battle between immortals and demons, killing demons when encountering demons, and fighting ghosts and ghosts, this is the situation in the world.

Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism and the declining hundred schools of thought are destined to be enemies of the two cultivators of the devil, and the turmoil of the demon clan has been decided, and only the two cultivators of the devil can affect the three schools of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism that claim to be righteous.

She is a Confucian protégé, a saint disciple, and a master of the academy, under the triple identity, even if Tianhuo Zhenren says that she does not need outsiders to interfere in family affairs, she will dare to take action.

Dongfang Huaiyin waited for a long time, and sighed helplessly.

Now it's in trouble.

Tianhuo Zhenren did not respond, which means that everything is in his eyes, and to make a rash move is to wipe the face of a Daomen real person.

Compared with the former, such a move is a personal grudge and does not involve any background.

After the shot, Tianhuo Zhenren could completely take action and seriously injure her, and it was difficult for Confucianism to say anything.

This made Dongfang Huaiyin very uncomfortable......

Wei Xia Zhi slashed down that sword heavily, but this sword that gathered his Qi Refining Technique, as well as a sword that combined with Sword Qi, did not achieve the expected effect.

Xiang Liming gave most of the essence blood in his body under a roar, and the whole person was about to be controlled by the murder weapon magic sword.

In an instant, the demonic flame composed of karmic blood qi was unexpectedly offset by half a breath.

And this half breath, just when Xiang Liming was about to die, a Xiang Family Breaking Xuan Monk, at the expense of destroying his natal weapon, also wanted to beat out the Treasure Sleeve Flying Sword.

The Pocket Flying Sword was extremely fast, faster than the speed of their full strength to resist the wind, I don't know how many times faster, and the moment it was thrown, it came to Xiang Liming.

The owner of the Zhen Pocket Flying Sword is gambling, betting that this sword will cut the flying sword as thin as a hemp rope, and betting that the sword can save Xiang Liming.

If the leader of this mission dies, they succeed in getting back the mountains and rivers, and there is no punishment.

What if you save Xiang Liming?

climbed the big tree of Xiang Yan's little son at a young age, and his future can be imagined.

How could they not know that the magic treasure mountain and river scroll they were going to get back this time was for Xiang Yan.

A proper heir to the head of the family.

One person attains the Tao, the chicken and dog ascend to heaven, and Xiang Liming, who has made meritorious contributions, must have the position of elder in the ancestral hall.

The master of the flying sword who saved him would not be treated too badly.

Cultivation is not just about hard work, this bit of human opportunity is also to fight, not to mention the great grace of life.

But he only bet half right, and he did save Xiang Liming, but his natal weapon turned into ashes in half a breath under Wei Xia Zhi's sword qi.

And in this half breath, the means of other Xuanxuan Breaking Monks have arrived to save the inhuman-looking Xiang Liming.

Wei Xia Zhi was also surrounded because of this.

But these Xiang family monks actually didn't make a move at the first time, and when they arrived here, they found out Xiang Liming's state at this time.

has used that murder weapon, and has become a demon, becoming a plaything of the magic sword, and reduced to a demon cultivator with no independent will.

Everyone glanced at each other, and after holding the man who was towards Dawn and gently throwing him to the ground, they looked at Wei Xia Zhi, whose sword momentum in front of him had been greatly reduced.

Wei Xia Zhi was in this state, even if he used another sword qi and the method of fighting for his life, he didn't have much chance to escape.

The Xuanxuan monk who rescued Xiang Liming had already fallen into the realm, falling straight from Xuanxuan to the late Tianxuan stage.

It's nothing, and it's in his mind.

He didn't have much cultivation qualifications, and the fact that the Natal Treasure Pocket Flying Sword could be refined so quickly was purely due to the special nature of the flying sword itself when it was being refined, and it didn't have much to do with him.

What if there is no Monk of the Broken Universe? Glory and wealth, power and status are waiting for him.

Not every monk regards the realm as more important than life, so naturally there will be those who rank the strength of the realm after the position of power.

But when he saw the tragic situation of Xiang Dawn, he staggered, and he could barely resist the wind, and fell straight to the ground, spitting out mouthfuls of blood mist in mid-air without stopping.

A monk who had taken the time to drag him by the hand continued to look at Wei Xia Zhi.

After he was dragged along, he would not fall to his death, but now he wanted to die.

A Demon Cultivator...... How do you go back to the family? How else can it bring him glory and wealth?

Not to mention going back to the family, it's hard to say whether Xiang Liming can live today and how long he can live.

Bai was saved, and he also took on a natal weapon that had been practiced for hundreds of years, a natal flying sword with extremely fast speed and slightly weaker lethality.

His realm fell again and again, and in a moment, he fell to the early stage of Tianxuan, and there was still a downward momentum.

The Dao Heart is completely broken, and it is also good luck to be able to stay in the earthly realm.

Dongfang Huaiyin looked at the man whose qi true spirit was rapidly dissipating, and shook his head slightly.

For cultivators, the mind is very important.

Wei Xiazhi, who was physically exhausted and his mind was close to exhaustion, exhaled a breath of turbid air and said with a smile: "What? Scared? ”

The closer he was to death, the more difficult it was for the sword qi with a sense of murder to affect him, but it was dispelled by a little of his mind and gained a short period of clarity.

The dying of a person, the desire for life, will stimulate a person's potential.

It can also be said to be a return to the light.

After this, even if he can live and don't rest for a few days, it will be difficult for Wei Xia Zhi to wake up.

More than twenty Xuanxuan Breaking Monks glanced at each other again, and they all shot out a thunderbolt in unison, weaving a vast thunder net to cover Wei Xia Zhi.

Wei Xia Zhi didn't have much mental qi refining resistance, so he could only rely on his physical body to entrain a little qi refining techniques to resist this thunder net.

The thunder net fell, and the huge power of thunder instantly smashed the young man's shoulder, and the blood and flesh exploded together.

On the top of the Huoyun Sect, a white-bearded old man raised his head, and the vicissitudes of life in the ancient well were unwavering, and after seeing the woman, he finally had some waves.

Back to Dongfang Huaiyin's question?

He's very busy right now, so he doesn't have time at all.

The tall woman in a dark purple robe walked step by step, carrying a long sword behind her back.

Every time she took a step, the main peak of the Fire Cloud Sect would tremble slightly.

As the woman's footsteps approached, the Dao Yun that stepped out step by step made Tianhuo Zhenren's expression solemn.

The old man who was sitting cross-legged slowly floated up, and a fiery red lotus appeared under him.

When the red lotus appeared, the whole mountain was like a furnace, and some of the small stones that were close to it had already begun to melt.

This is just the Dao Yun emanating from the Tianhuo True Person, compared to Ye Zhi, it does not show weakness at all, and is even stronger.

"When you're older, the accumulation is really thicker...... What if I draw my sword? How should you? ”

Seeing the tall woman take out the long sword from her back, Tianhuo Zhenren did not hesitate to summon a three-foot dust, and the white beard fluttered with his hair.

Wearing a robe and carrying a sword, Tianhuo Zhenren didn't need to ask, they all knew that they were here to fight.

At best, it's a discussion, but if it's hard to hear, it's Ye Zhi who came to cut him with a sword from the Ethereal Peak more than 200,000 miles away.

It's okay to win, but if you lose, it's not a shame.

But if you lose, you will definitely be shaved by Ye Zhi, who is angry, and it is conservative to shave your beard, and it is also conservative to whisk and smash it.

I have to lose half of my life.

"Tianhuo, are you guilty?"

"What is the sin of being poor?"

"Leaving the mountain without permission and not reporting to the Ethereal Sect is a crime!" The tall woman in the dark purple robe was like a god, with green silk flying, and her sword was cold.

She began to judge the old way.

The Nanling Immortal Dynasty was shocked, and many Dao Sect powers rushed to the Ethereal Sect to watch after they hurriedly reported to the Ethereal Sect.

"The tenth generation peak master of the Ethereal Peak, ask the Sword Fire Cloud Sect."