Ten thousand miles east of the scorched earth, three thousand miles, unknown area.

An ancient dojo in a majestic location, open to the open.

The mottled walls and withered grass seem to tell the story of this ashram.

At the entrance to the ancient dojo, a snow-white stone tablet was erected, on which were written four characters: Northern Underworld Deity.

The circular dojo is set up with a circle of stepped audience seats.

At this moment, there were more than 50,000 figures, their feet off the ground, suspended above their seats, and the entire circular dojo surrounded the ground.

Judging from their attire, these 50,000 monks are from the Penglai Divine Sect, and there are hostile forces from all sides.

Among them, one hundred and fifty-one, Xuanqing Taoist monks are the head.

Among these one hundred and fifty-one people, there are one hundred and fifty people, who are in the Triple Realm of God Refining, and they are all wearing light green robes.

There is also a domineering man with a straight nose and a broad mouth and a Chinese character face, dressed in a black and cyan robe.

In terms of temperament, this black-robed monk was completely different from the rest of the one hundred and fifty people.

And this person, always standing behind one hundred and fifty fellow disciples, seems to be a hidden powerhouse who will not make a move easily.

At this moment.

In the dojo, there was already blood all over the ground, and the smell was sky-high.

More than half of the 10,000 Penglai Divine Sect monks, 3,000 Eastern Divine Dynasty, 3,000 Nanhai Venerable Palace, and 3,000 Ancient Creation Pavilion monks were all killed or wounded.

Of the 19,000 monks of the "Penglai Alliance", so far, only the last 9,000 remain.

Even the 9,000 who survived were covered with bruises, and even seriously wounded, and there were many who had broken arms and legs.

The god refining trio Fang Qingxue held a flying sword in his hand, and a pair of green boots stepped on the bloody and sticky Dao Ground.

Fang Qingxue was the leader of the Penglai Divine Sect's 10,000-strong team in this operation.

And on her left and right, standing separately, the leader of the Eastern Divine Dynasty, Dongfang Nanyuan.

The leader of the Nanhai Palace, the female cultivator, Duan Jinxiu.

The leader of the Ancient Creation Pavilion, Duanmu Yunfeng.

These three people are also the triple realm of refining gods.

It can be seen that before this, these people have also received a lot of cultivation, and the realm has been raised twice.

At this moment, Fang Qingxue's cold eyes were full of anger, shooting in the direction of the snow-white stone tablet with "Northern Pluto God" written on it.

Immediately, Fang Qingxue looked away from the stone tablet and glanced at the "Ancient Dojo" he was in. ”

Hao gritted his teeth and said coldly: "In order to let us fall into the trap, it was really painstaking, and we actually forged a dojo out of thin air!" ”

On the side, Duan Jinxiu, the leader of the South China Sea Venerable Palace, sneered: "We have already discussed, our tripartite forces will remain neutral with the Penglai Divine Sect and will not act together."

Next to him, the leader of the Ancient Creation Pavilion, Duanmu Yunfeng said coldly: "If it weren't for the Penglai Divine Sect's repeated claims that the temple in the unknown area had been discovered, it would never be discovered, how could the three of us form a temporary group with you Fang Qingxue." ”

The leader of the Dongfang Divine Dynasty, Dongfang Nanyuan said: "Okay, Qingxue Daoyou was also deceived, and he didn't mean to harm us." ”

Duan Jinxiu said angrily: "Deceived? Ha, I think, this is simply a trap that has been planned for a long time! ”

Duanmu Yunfeng thought so, nodded and said: "I even guess that maybe Su Wan'er's marriage is a bitter drama in itself, just to trick Luo Fu into bringing Su Wan'er back to Penglai Divine Sect, so that she can temporarily rebel in the Great Secret Realm and serve us in a pot!" ”

This speculation made the other nine thousand disciples' faces change slightly, and they felt terrified.

Fang Qingxue's face turned cold: "How difficult are the three problems that Xuanqing Daomen gave to Luo!?" ”

"Your speculation is too far-fetched!"

"Stop arguing!" Dongfang Nan waved his hand energetically: "When is it!" Now is not the time to shirk our responsibilities, we are surrounded by 50,000 monks, let's think about how to survive. ”

When you hear the word "live".

The 50,000 hostile monks who surrounded the entire dojo all let out mocking sneers.

Nine thousand against fifty thousand, the difference between the number of enemies and the enemy is huge.

But at this moment, Fang Qingxue's four team leaders unanimously shot their vigilant gaze towards the one hundred and fifty-one, Xuanqing Dao Sect cultivators who were refining the gods.

Dongfang Nanyuan sighed weakly: "These one hundred and fifty people are too strong, and our nine thousand people are fighting for their lives, and they are not their opponents." ”

Although there were more than 50,000 enemies, almost none of the 50,000 enemies had made a move!

Almost all of the 10,000 people who died in the "Penglai Alliance" were killed by those 150 Xuanqing Dao Sect monks!

The terrifying combined magic skill of the Xuanqing Dao Sect first became a lingering shadow, shrouding the hearts of Fang Qingxue and the four of them.

Then.

In the direction of Xuanqing Daomen, the leader of one hundred and fifty people, clasped his hands on his shoulders, and sneered: "Do you know why you nine thousand people haven't died yet?" ”

"That's because we want to, torture you well."

Fang Qingxue's four team leaders didn't say a word, and their throats were like a stone.

It is an indisputable fact that the strength is inferior to others.

Even the courage to retort can turn into impotent rage.

The leader of the Xuanqing Dao Sect pointed at Fang Qingxue: "Fang Qingxue, give you a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity." ”

As he spoke, a cruel smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Aren't you Luo Fu's sister-in-law, that's good." ”

"Strip naked, wag your tail in front of us and beg for mercy, and dance a fragrant naked dance for our 50,000 Taoist friends."

"If you can make us happy, let the four of you leaders go."

"But the remaining nine thousand must all die."

This man's words are filthy.

Fang Qingxue couldn't stand such an insult, she was angry and said angrily: "I tore your mouth!" ”

At this time, a Penglai Divine Sect monk jumped out angrily, pointed at the leader of the Xuanqing Dao Sect and shouted: "Liu Xing, you don't want to be rampant!" ”

"You only dare to bark when Senior Brother Luo Fu is not there!"

"If Senior Brother Luofu is here, you dare to call and try it!"

That Liu Xing, the leader of the team, suddenly turned cold, and said Sen Ran: "Little cub, look for death!" ”

"Teach them a lesson!"

With Liu Xing speaking.

One hundred and fifty Xuanqing Dao Sect disciples raised their hands at the same time and shouted, "Ten Thousand Demons Sect - Dao Demon!" ”

In an instant, one after another demonic qi rose into the air!

The demonic energy fills the sky, converging into a vast sea of black clouds!

Black clouds covered the sky, and from the bottom of the cloud sea, there was a huge figure of thousands of feet, breaking through the clouds and descending on the sky.

That figure is a demonic phantom!

This demon cultivator, dressed in a black robe, holding a black sword, has a pair of eyes that should be Dao Bone Immortal Wind, but exudes a bloodthirsty aura unique to the demon race!

This demonic cultivation is a combination of demonic skills, condensed.

The Liu Xing team of the triple god refining is several times stronger than the Lu Nan team of the double god refining!

That terrifying thousand-zhang demon cultivator, stepping on the void, with the sea of clouds above his head, standing up to the sky and the earth!

It is like a great demon who has descended on the world, and is about to bring turmoil and catastrophe to the world.

Fang Qingxue and the other nine thousand monks had long been extremely afraid of the "Demon Cultivation Phantom".

Right now, the 9,000 people didn't even need to say hello, so they collectively performed the exercises, combining the strength of the 9,000 people to deal with the enemy.

In an instant, 9,000 kinds of exercises converged into a vast ocean of light, and vented in the direction of the Xuanqing Dao monk.

On the other side, Liu Xing's eyes showed a sneer.

With a disdainful gaze, he swept over the nine thousand exercises, and said jokingly: "The number is stacked, it can't be combined, and it's just a plate of loose sand." ”

"A bunch of rubbish!"

Nine thousand monks from their own side, except for Fang Qingxue's four people who are refining gods, the rest of the nine thousand monks are all double gods refining, and there are even three thousand people who are only refining gods!

The exercises that these people perform together are uneven, and their attributes are huge, and they only seek to win by quantity.

But obviously, this level of attack was obviously not taken seriously by Liu Xing.

In the sky.

The thousand-foot giant demon cultivator's expression sank, and he suddenly slashed down with a sword towards the oncoming wave of exercises!

An iconic, blood demon red mang, turned into a thousand-zhang sword ray, slashing towards Fang Qingxue's wave of exercises.

Swish!

The red sword rays, as if entering a no-man's land, the sharp blade was torn open in an instant, nine thousand waves of exercises!

With this sword, the tide will be cut off!

Immediately, the demon cultivator held the sword in his right hand, and pointed his left hand towards the wave that was split.

Liu Xing shouted: "Qiankun Demon Barrier! ”

Follow the magic cultivator's pointing.

In the void, a red light detached from the fingertips, and in an instant, it condensed into one side, the blood-colored Taiji Diagram!

The yin and yang fish of this Taiji diagram is not black and white, but blood red and dark red.

The blood-colored Taiji diagram rose against the storm, and in the blink of an eye, it was already as high as a thousand zhang and as wide as a thousand zhang!

Fang Qingxue's collective exercises, after being cut open by a sword, became more like a plate of loose sand.

The next moment.

The wave of exercises hit the blood-colored Taiji diagram heavily.

Like a loose wave, crashing against the reef, it collapsed and disintegrated on the spot.

This scene made the nine thousand Penglai Alliance monks feel like ashes.

Duanmu Jinxiu's face turned pale, and he lost his mind and said: "The combined efforts of our nine thousand people can't even hurt a single hair of the other party!" ”

"My life is at stake."

A sword roar!

Fang Qingxue refused to give up, she jumped up out of thin air, raised her hand and slashed at Liu Xing.

"Yaochi Immortal Technique - Kunlun Taixu Sword Technique!"

Suddenly, the flying sword was covered with a layer of frost.

With a sword slash, there was a four-hundred-zhang snow-white sword ray, which broke through the air and slashed towards Liu Xing.

High in the air, the thousand-zhang demon cultivator instantly sank to a height, and reached out with one hand, pointing at Fang Qingxue's snow-white sword.

Shout!

A straight red beam of light pierced through the sky, instantly crossing three hundred zhang and hitting the snow-white sword.

Boom!

The snow-white sword was shot on the spot and collapsed into white spots in the sky.

Liu Xing looked up to the sky and laughed wildly: "The ninth-order immortal technique is indeed amazing!" ”

"But, isn't it too stupid for you to try your own way to fight against the combined body exercises of one hundred and fifty of us?"

"Could it be that your Penglai Divine Sect, except for Luo Fu, even owes a person with brains?"

Let's talk.

The Thousand Feet Demon Cultivator Phantom immediately stared at Fang Qingxue with cold eyes.

Immediately afterwards, the demon cultivator held the magic sword and attacked with a sword!

With the sword intent of the demon cultivator, the entire dojo was filled with demonic energy, and the rolling black qi covered the sky and the sun.

It's like the entire dojo has turned into a demon cave!

Inside the dojo.

Fang Qingxue, Duan Jinxiu and other monks were all like ashes.

The gap, it's too big!

There is no way to shake the magic of Xuanqing Daomen!

In the entire dojo, there were 9,000 "Penglai Alliance" monks, but none of them resisted again, and they lost the courage to fight.

Only that Fang Qingxue, holding a flying sword, and her thin delicate body rushed towards the demon cultivator in vain.

She was ready to die generously.

It must be death, and it must be death in battle!

Don't be shackled!

Tremble in the balance!

Nine thousand Penglai Alliance monks, their lives hang by a thread.

Fang Qingxue, half a foot, has stepped into the door of death!

At this moment.

In the sky, there was a sudden sound of a crisp sword sound that penetrated through the nine skies!

Boom!

The sound of the sword roar was clear and translucent, resounding throughout the entire "Ancient Dojo"!

In an instant, all the enemy's 50,000 monks were dizzy and bleeding from their ears by the sonorous and domineering sound of the sword!

Follow.

A full-footed, 1,800-zhang supernatural sword fell from the sky!

Half of the night sky of the dojo was lit up by the sword.

Laugh at!

The sword of the Heavenly Sword directly pierced the head of the demon cultivator!

The sword light descended from the momentum, piercing through the head, neck, chest, stomach, and crotch of the demon cultivator!

Destroy the phantom of the demon cultivator, and cut it off with one sword!

At the same time, a hoarse voice floated from afar.

"Who is presumptuous, daring to insult my Penglai Divine Sect."