Nangong Xiaoyan saw these gray-shirted young men with a gloomy and cold aura appear from the eighth island, and then disappeared into the various roundabouts of Kunlun.

The impact of these gray-shirted young men on his mind was no less than the sudden disappearance of the Great Sumeru's positive and negative Nine Palace Array. Nangong Xiaoyan is already a personal disciple of the ten golden immortals of Kunlun who controls the various divisions, and he is already the existence closest to the peak of Kunlun's power, and Huang Wushen has great trust in him, giving him the power to enter the ninth island of Kunlun in an emergency.

But even he didn't know about the existence of these gray-clothed young men whose cultivation was not below him.

If it's one or two, it's okay, but these gray-shirted young men who led Kunlun Jue away, seemed to have stayed in the shadows for a long time and were full of gloomy and cold atmosphere, but there were more than a dozen, compared with Jian Si, these Kunlun disciples wearing gray clothes with silver glow on the surface were like crossbows hidden in Kunlun, gloomy and powerful.

But the more this is the case, the more Nangong Xiaoyan feels settled....It was only at this time that he didn't know what kind of strength was hidden behind Kunlun, who was hidden in the eyes of the world to dominate the Xuanmen of the world.

In fact, except for Huang Wushen, no one knows what kind of power he has in his hands, and how much hidden power he has. But this kind of power must be beyond everyone's imagination.

It's just that Nangong Xiaoyan has a little bit that he doesn't understand even more. Huang Wushen did not shy away from him, in this moment, Nangong Xiaoyan had already seen that Huang Wushen had mobilized two forces unknown to the world, the old man in the wooden house of the nine-fold roundabout, and the gray-shirted disciples who were both between him and him. Although he didn't see what the old man in the wooden house looked like, and he didn't feel the slightest fluctuation of the old mana's mana, he only knew that the person was the uncle of Huang Wushen, but judging from the words of the two, that person's cultivation must be shocking, at least the existence of the top ten golden immortals. And those gray-shirted disciples must have been taught by the Kunlun Supreme Classics like him, just like his personal disciples, and may even have been taught by Huang Wushen.

And when these two forces were mobilized, Nangong Xiaoyan could already be sure that the head of the sect he respected and believed in had already expected that he would betray him, and he had already made preparations. In that case, why didn't he capture or kill him earlier? Although he was now in the ninth island, Nangong Xiaoyan knew very well that at this moment, there were many Kunlun disciples who were constantly bleeding to death, and many of them were the cornerstones of Kunlun.

Nangong Xiaoyan has never doubted the courage of Huang Wushen, and a person like Huang Wushen will never have any scruples about getting rid of Kuang Wuxin, which is why Nangong Xiaoyan doesn't understand why Huang Wushen wants to move Kuang Wuxin and let so many Kunlun disciples die in vain.

Nangong Xiaoyan. ”

Just when Nangong Xiaoyan looked at the gray-shirted young men who appeared in front of him, the penultimate gray-shirted young man flew away, and when he was thinking about it in his mind, Huang Wushen, who was standing not far in front of him, called his name lightly, and then said plainly and with natural supreme majesty: "From now on, the sword division is all under your control, and you cooperate with Ming Seventeen to the fourth roundabout to defend it." ”

Ming Seventeen was the last gray-shirted disciple standing like a shadow in front of Huang Wushen, and his face was only twenty as promised, and he looked very delicate, which made the dark aura on his body much less than the rest of the gray-shirted disciples. And after hearing Huang Wushen's words, the gray-shirted young man with a somewhat peculiar name immediately nodded towards Nangong Xiaoyan, and it didn't seem difficult to get close to.

But Nangong Xiaoyan froze suddenly, "In charge... Kenji?"

The Sword Division is one of the most important combat forces in Kunlun, with a total of thousands of disciples, and before that, Nangong Xiaoyan was only one of the directors of the Qingsi who was responsible for delivering the news. No matter from any point of view, Nangong Xiaoyan couldn't see that he had the qualifications and strength to be in charge of the Sword Division, even if it was only temporary.

"Ming XVII will tell you how to do it, and his people will help you control the Sword Division. All you have to do is carry out the order. ”

But Huang Wushen didn't give Nangong Xiaoyan any room to shirk, and after saying that, Huang Wushen just explained, "I just don't know which of the people in the Sword Division I can trust completely, so I want you to go." ”

"Disciple obeys!"

Nangong Xiaoyan's mind buzzed, and the blood in his body seemed to suddenly heat up. Although he believed in Huang Wushen and the power he controlled, Huang Wushen's words also made him feel the seriousness of this matter, that is to say, although he had been prepared for a long time, but the power of Wuxin's move had already caused a great threat to Huang Wushen.

......

When Nangong Xiaoyan and Ming Seventeen, who had never met before, swept out of the ninth island, Kunlun's triple roundabout had already flashed with all kinds of brilliance.

There is nothing to describe such a scene, from various places in the triple roundabout, at the same time, at least hundreds of rays of light rose up, with extremely fast degrees, in the air, long flames of light fell into the fourth roundabout.

Spectacular and poignant.

And at the moment when these brilliant lights suddenly fell into the fourth roundabout, a wave of mana that was so powerful that it was almost suffocating suddenly filled the radius of thousands of miles. The entire first roundabout suddenly sank down, as if the entire vast roundabout had been smashed down by an incomparably huge sledgehammer.

On the first roundabout, all the palaces and houses, all the exotic flowers and plants, and even the mountains and rocks are intact, but the entire island is forced to sink down by an invisible force that envelops the whole island!

At this moment, it seemed that many splendor lights flashed out from the first roundabout, but those sparkles were instantly extinguished like candles in the wind, and the figure wrapped in it instantly turned into a cloud of blood mist.

Just after a breath, dozens of rays of light appeared in the second and third roundabouts, showing a hesitant and crazy meaning, but at this moment, the night sky where the nine brilliant rays of light had just disappeared suddenly turned red.

In Kunlun, it rained.

Under the shroud of the Great Sumeru Positive and Negative Nine Palace Array, Kunlun, which is not affected by the outside weather and never rains, has begun to rain.

And those rains... It's all a crimson line of fire!

The endless, spider-like lines of fire instantly enveloped Kunlun's second and third roundabouts.

Almost half of the figures who felt bad and rushed out of the second and third roundabouts immediately fell from the air, and when they fell, there was not a trace of fire on their bodies, but their bodies had completely dried up, and the true essence and qi and blood all over their bodies were burned dry in an instant.

A small half of the figures resisted the crimson lines of fire that were sprinkled all over the sky, and swept out with these spilled red flames, but the golden lightning that condensed like crystals was like javelins thrown by the god king, with amazing penetrating power, accurately breaking through their respective defenses and piercing their bodies through the air. At the moment when the golden thunder light passed through their bodies, beams of yellow light appeared from the seven orifices of these figures, and then their entire bodies instantly turned into ashes in the air, and they were scattered with a bang.

Tonight's Kunlun is destined to be full of shocks that many people will never see in their lifetime.

It was only three or four breaths, and there was no anger in Kunlun's triple roundabout.

Including the crimson lines of fire that were sprinkled all over the sky, at this moment, I don't know who came up with the world-destroying powerful spells, which did not destroy most of the buildings and strange flowers and plants, but almost all the things that could move turned into blood mist, or dried corpses that burned dry blood.

......

"It's those three old immortals in the eighth roundabout. Standing on the bow of a big dark ship, looking at the line of fire scattered in the far distance and the golden lightning that accurately harvested life, he showed an intriguing smile, "In normal times, I can only deal with one at most, and I can't deal with the two of them together." ”

"I just hope they move quickly and don't let our people die in vain. On the left side of Wuxin, a thin-faced man wearing a green robe and a purple gold crown with an unusually smooth face, but he didn't even have a beard or eyebrows, and looked extremely weird, sneered and said. His voice, indescribably feminine, sounded like a cold viper burrowing into your ear.

His gaze was fixed on the sky in the distance ahead. There, there are more than a dozen purple figures shuttling constantly, and pieces of various gems and jade are placed in a specific direction in the air through their hands, and an invisible force slowly connects these gems and jade together, making these gems and jade flowing with all kinds of brilliance quietly suspended in the air, slowly forming a giant shape that looks like two huge prayer towers and a giant with two trays.

Circles of strange luster and inexplicable mana fluctuations spread out from it, and the feminine man in the green robe, who did not even have a beard or eyebrows on his face, did not focus his attention on the purple figures who were still flying through the array, nor on the unfinished strange magic circle suspended in the air.

At this moment, his eyes were focused on the gray figure standing silently at the stern of the boat. The gray figure was always wrapped in a thick gray mist, and it was impossible to see his face clearly.

The green-shirted feminine man couldn't tell the level of his cultivation, but before a stick of incense, he saw those disciples of the Great Freedom Palace who were wearing purple shirts and proficient in the formation under his command, quietly breaking the Great Sumeru Positive and Negative Nine Palace Formation. And Guan Wuxin also seemed to have great trust in him, and actually handed over most of the power to him and let him unify the dispatch and command.