While several great cultivators in the center of the battlefield were fighting, Xu Huaigu and Li Zi also saw the Taoist priest being attacked by a big fiery red bird, like a bird with broken wings falling into the woods.

Li Zi watched in amazement as the omnipotent Taoist priest in her eyes fell straight from the sky, and the golden threads converged from all directions, pouring into his chest like a column of water, and the picture was desolate and poignant.

She was worried about the safety of the Taoist priest, and immediately shouted anxiously: "Xu Huaigu, let's go and have a look!" Master, he's been knocked down! ”

Xu Huaigu covered his forehead and frowned, and his heart was also very entangled.

Bai Xiaoyu told them to stay where they were and not to move, waiting for the Taoist priest to come to them. But the Taoist priest is also unable to protect himself now, maybe his life will be in danger, and he is still too busy to take care of himself, where is the time to find them?

But with their strength, rushing to the Taoist priest now not only can't help, but also is very dangerous, reason told Xu Huaigu to stay where he is.

But Xu Huaigu only thought for a moment and had the answer. Regardless of whether they can help or not, the Taoist priest took them out of Qingling, and it has always been good for them.

Man is not a beast, who can be ruthless?

He put the heavy long sword on his back, stood up again, and suddenly his body was a little shorter, and he turned his head to Li Zi and said, "Let's go, let's go and see!" ”

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In the woods, the Taoist priest was lying on a platform made of gold silk, his face was pale, and his face was no longer the elegant and handsome of a young man, but more like a drooping old man, withered and weak, and his sideburns and hair tips began to turn from green silk to white hair, which was very different from the image of the past.

This was because he was so badly injured that his mana Dao was already greatly damaged and he could no longer maintain his original appearance.

Golden silk streamer, flying shuttle. Entering through the wound on his chest, and then piercing through all parts of his body, the cycle repeatedly, wrapping his whole body, like a golden silkworm chrysalis, exuding brilliance.

He didn't even have the strength to sigh, he just closed his eyes quietly and hurried to heal.

He estimated that it would be difficult for him to survive, Ying Ya was still there, plus the demon clan, a demon of the Nine Realms, was already unstoppable, and he had lost all his combat power, and whether he could survive or not could only be up to the number of days.

Sure enough, in a moment, Song Er, who had attacked him, landed beside him, looking at this Nine Realms prey that had been successfully attacked by him with a smug expression, and in the future, he would add a strong stroke to his credit book.

As soon as Song Er fell, the golden threads were like facing a great enemy, and they all wanted to stay away from the demonic person, but they couldn't abandon the Taoist priest, so they only made an attacking posture and confronted Song Er.

Song Er didn't care. Without the manipulation of the Taoist priest, the golden thread only relied on instinct to fight, and it was really not a matter of concern.

He was standing in front of the Taoist priest, letting him recover, and by the way, he looked at the battle situation in the sky. The Ten Realms Monks singled out three Nine Realm Monks, and such a grand scene was also a grand event that had not appeared in the Central Domain for many years. If he carefully refers to it, maybe he will be able to comprehend it and take his cultivation to the next level.

Suddenly, Song Er turned his head in some surprise to look at a frost-blue sword qi in the sky, and a cold chill flew rapidly, and he frowned deeply.

The biggest variable in this layout, the Ten Realms monk Deng Paper Kite, is still here after all.

As the sword qi fell, the surrounding grass and trees showed signs of ice slag, and a powerful aura spread.

Song Er knew that the next battle was the real battle, and the front could only be regarded as active muscles. Sure enough, Ying Ya's deep voice sounded in his heart: "Song Er, don't care about the stinky Taoist priest anymore, come up and help me!" ”

Song Er glanced at the Taoist priest with an inexplicable look, and then turned into a demon beast body and flew into the sky, a burst of flames remained under the trajectory of his flight, and it did not disperse for a long time, and the surrounding trees were suddenly evaporated with water vapor, leaving scorched leaves and trunks.

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Xu Huaigu and Li Zi were still shuttling through the woods, rushing towards the place where the Taoist priest fell. Along the way, the ground was full of mud, all kinds of unknown mosquitoes were dancing wildly, and the environment was extremely harsh.

They also saw the sword light before, the power was very huge, and they didn't know which immortal had joined the battle again, anyway, these big things had nothing to do with them, all they could do was to do their best to change a little thing.

The battle in the sky gradually became white-hot, everyone was red-eyed, sword light, black mist and flames were mixed with each other, flying everywhere unscrupulously, and every time the spell landed, a large piece of forest was destroyed, along with the earth and rocks were shattered into dust, and even the hills were razed to the ground.

In the distance, Binxi was also within their attack range, and the people and nobles of Binxi watched this battle with horror, and now their identities were finally equal. As long as the aftermath spreads slightly, the centuries-old city will be destroyed, and no one will be spared.

The battle between the masters is not so easy to distinguish the winner and loser, and the white-hot battle has been fought from day to night. But the white light, thunder, and flames in the sky were endless, reflecting the night sky as bright as day, and from a very far distance it looked like a beautiful fireworks.

Xu Huaigu and Li Zi were already exhausted, but they still held their breath and struggled to move forward.

The beautiful clothes in the morning were completely stained by the mud and dust, and Xu Huaigu's cheeks were still scratched by spikes in the woods, and he was drenched in blood, and his face was terrifying.

His legs and feet were as heavy as lead, and Xu Huaigu finally faintly saw a golden light flickering in front of him among the leaves. He looked shocked and said happily: "Look, it should be a Taoist priest!" ”

Li Zi looked at him with an excited look, and said anxiously, "Let's go quickly, go up and have a look!" ”

When the two saw their target, they quickened their pace. The golden light in front of him gradually brightened, and there was an old man lying on a golden platform, his wounds had healed, his hair and beard were all gray, he didn't look like a Taoist priest at all, and the only thing that could prove his identity was the gray and white fish-patterned Taoist robe on his clothes.

Xu Huaigu panted and looked at the sleeping Taoist priest on the platform, with mixed feelings.

He didn't know what he could do, and he didn't dare to disturb him rashly, so he sat down, leaned his back against a pine tree the size of a bowl, untied the heavy long sword that he had been carrying on his back for a day, and his body suddenly seemed to be liberated, and his breath was much smoother.

Li Zi was still standing next to the old man and looked at him silently, feeling lost, and a little teardrop began to appear in the corners of the little girl's eyes, it seemed that she still had some feelings for this cheap master who was confused.

Xu Huaigu was not so sad, he was still a little estranged from the Taoist priest after all, just as he was the benefactor who pulled him out of Qingling, he didn't have much feelings, he was more curious about which side of the heavens would win.

The battle situation in the sky was directly reversed after Deng Zhiyuan appeared, and now the situation is not optimistic for the Demon Sect's side.

After all, Ying Ya is a veteran powerhouse in the Ten Realms, and while dealing with Deng Zhiyuan, a new Ten Realm, he also has to deal with Liang Chen's sneak attack, Murong Di also stood in the distance, attacking with Dao Thunder to limit his position, and he had to guard against it.

Song Er's side could only deal with Luo Xinran alone. He was originally good at attacking and winning with speed, but Luo Xinran's swordsmanship was wide open and close, extremely powerful, and the sword name was "Haoran", and he had a natural restraint against the demon and evil worship, and he had always pressed Song Er to death, and it was only a matter of time before he was defeated.

It was not easy for Ying Ya and Song Er to hold on until the evening.

Ying Ya saw that the general trend had gone, and knew that it was impossible to defeat the righteous path head-on this time. But the Taoist priest was already seriously injured, and the formation to defend against the demon clan in the south could not be built for a while, and the basic purpose of their operation had been achieved, and they could almost withdraw their hands.

Although he was a little unwilling, Ying Ya still knew the priority of the situation, and reminded Song Er over there: "It's no longer possible, let's go!" ”

Song Er barely resisted under Luo Xiran's sword, and he had long been complaining, but as soon as he heard the order to retreat, he immediately performed the secret technique of escape, and his whole body burned like a flame, and with a "whoosh" sound, he turned into a flame and disappeared in the sky.

Luo Xinran was still unwilling, and slashed at the sword in the direction of his escape, the sword light was like a rainbow, and it was a thousand miles, but Song Er ran too fast and couldn't even catch up with the sword qi.

Ying Ya stretched out his hand to resist another blow of thunder, his arm was shocked and a little numb, and then turned sideways, the sharp dagger blade slashed in front of his eyes, cutting off a few inches of fluttering long hair.

Ying Ya was surrounded by three people, he didn't care, and laughed: "What can you do to me? I can go if I want, who can stay? ”

His eyes turned to look viciously into the woods. Even if you run away, you can replace the seriously injured Taoist priest in the woods.

Originally, there were instructions on it telling him not to kill Sun Xiang, and it was still useful to keep it in the sect, but at this time, Sun Xiang was dying, and there was a chance to kill him. If you keep a Nine Realms monk and don't kill it, will you let the tiger return to the mountain and go against yourself in the future?

He didn't have time to think about it, he stabbed with two fingers, pointing to the location where Sun Xiang landed, and suddenly a thick black mist spread rapidly, heading straight for Sun Xiang.

Seeing that he was going to kill the Taoist, Deng Zhiyuan slashed out the Qinghong with a sword to resist the black fog, but the black fog flashed strangely, passed through the Qinghong, and continued to run towards the Taoist.

It's too close, and there's no one to stop it. When Deng Zhiyuan saw this situation, his expression immediately turned grim, and he looked at Ying Ya angrily and said, "Bastard, you don't want to leave today!" ”

Ying Yacai ignored her, turned around and fled. Deng Zhiyuan was furious, and controlled the sword qi to directly block his retreat, and there was a trick in his mouth, and suddenly the cold wind between heaven and earth was everywhere, and it was cold to the bone.

Seeing this, Ying Ya was first startled, and then looked at Deng Zhiyuan with incredible eyes, and shouted angrily: "You are crazy! ”

Deng Zhiyuan's lips kept chanting this mantra, his expression was sad, and he didn't care about him at all. As her spell ended, the sun instantly disappeared, and the surroundings were completely dark, and everyone's hearts were like falling into an ice cave, and they were in a panic.

A meson glimmered, and then pierced through the endless darkness in the blink of an eye, and the light was so dazzling that it was like a divine mansion descending, piercing straight into Ying Ya's chest.

Ying Ya also used the ability to press the bottom of the box, an evil art that he learned from nowhere.

He squirted out a mouthful of black blood into his palm, and immediately the flesh and blood in his palm melted, corroding all the way up into his forearm. The palm and forearm are only white bones, but they seem to have infinite strength, and the light that suddenly holds the palm of the palm and pulls it out of the chest, which is another sword of Deng Paper Kite, which is called "Xihe".

Ying Ya roared angrily, holding "Xihe" with that white bone arm, and actually crushed this peerless weapon directly!

Then he looked at Deng Zhiyuan angrily for the last time, turned into black smoke and fled. Seeing this, Luo Xinran wanted to chase after him, but he was slapped by Ying Ya and flew into the woods.

Deng Paper Kite first forcibly exercised the forbidden technique of the Fuyao Sect, and then lost a natal sword, and was also seriously injured by the backlash, spurting out a mouthful of blood, and her body fell straight down, and the "green girl" hurriedly flew over and held her body up.

All the great cultivators who watched this last sword and palm couldn't help but be shocked, the aftermath of this battle was so strong!

No one is a beneficiary of this war.

The Ten Realms Sword Cultivator Deng Paper Kite was counterattacked, lost a "Xihe", and fell directly to the Nine Realms.

In order to resist that sword, Ying Ya, the demon envoy of the Ten Realms, paid a painful price for his palm and forearm.