The bridge that was about to connect the Dark Sword and the Yin Spring suddenly snapped.

The feet of the Northern Meditation Cultivator suddenly lost his strength, not only that, but he was used to breathing immortal qi, and the ice rocks that had been deposited around him for thousands of years...... Everything he could perceive that belonged to Ling Xiaofeng, except for the Yin Spring that suddenly bloomed with an ice blue luster in front of him, as if it wanted to grasp his life-saving straw, but it would soon dim after all, everything would cease to exist.

The Northern Immortal Cultivation almost instantly triggered the cold qi of the Northern Darkness, and the eight-petal ice lotus quickly gathered and bloomed in his hand, and the cold qi wrapped his body tightly, but in just a moment, this solid ice barrier was already full of cracks, and it would collapse at any time, and he himself still couldn't touch any of the focus points, as if rootless duckweed, falling down with the collapse of Ling Xiao Peak.

Yin Spring is located in the belly of Ling Xiao Peak, and most of the Ling Xiao Peak that has not completely dissipated is rolling down from the other mountain, even if Ling Xiao Peak's dissipation speed is extremely fast, such a huge fairy realm fragment is enough to bury him thousands of times.

Mo said that his eighth-level immortal lotus transformation, which had not yet been consummated, was cultivated to the ninth level, and even if he reached the ninth level of consummation of the Northern Immortal Zhou back then, he could not save his life under the oppression of the remnants of the immortal realm.

The cold ice cracked inch by inch, and endless squeezing surged towards him from all directions, and at this moment, the Northern Meditation Cultivator finally determined that the sudden destruction of Ling Xiao Peak must be Dongfang Xin's handiwork, and one of the major reasons was to prevent him from establishing contact with Yin Quan.

If it weren't for that, the wreckage of this fairyland, which could have been scattered in all directions, would never have squeezed and fallen towards the belly of the mountain.

Perhaps, he is about to really touch the Yin Spring, and he is in a hurry?

In front of the Bei Ming Xiu horizontal sword, he looked at the tide to meet the crushing from above, but the immortal lotus was broken, and the cold flame was useless under this simple overthrow, and the tide of the sea was indeed the world's first-class sword, but it was all kinds of moves rather than the overturning of heaven and earth, and it was impossible to stop the approach of death.

Being able to think a lot in his heart when death is approaching is a manifestation of the perennial good attitude of the Northern Meditation Cultivator, and it is also a great manifestation of his confidence.

In normal times, he will try his best to pursue a 10% success rate and act safely, but at a critical juncture, a 10% success rate is worth him to fight for, at this time, he fights harder than anyone else.

As long as there is hope, there will always be some turnaround.

A strong and ferocious energy, but it was really full of immortal breath, suddenly enveloped him, and the space was generated with it, even if the outside was already a mess, it could not affect the inside in a short time.

This is the internal space of the 10,000-volume collection that Sima Wuhua used to induce with his own soul, and in the past, there were 10,000 volumes of books in it, and Qi Tian's ambition can only be turned into this small space that is only more than five feet long.

Although the space is small, the strength still exists.

Ling Xiaofeng is a fairyland, and Wanjuan Zang is also a fairyland, a fairyland that has long lost its owner, and only relies on Xun Rizhao's will to forcibly preserve its own fairyland remains smashed into a broken fairyland that can be driven by a master who is forcibly stranded in the world, is already half a catty, but Xun Rizhao's realm is much stronger than Sima Wuhua, and if it collides for a long time, this small space will also completely collapse, but I don't know whether Ling Xiaofeng will completely collapse first, or the last origin of Wanjuan Zang will be destroyed first.

In any case, at this moment, the Ten Thousand Scrolls Zang has done everything under the drive of Sima Wuhua, after this battle, maybe it will dissipate with the murderous spirit, but at least for now, it can still protect the Northern Meditation for a while.

Sima Wuhua's somewhat angry voice also echoed in this small space.

"Brute!"

These two words were almost squeezed out of his teeth - even if he actually had no teeth for a long time, he could still feel endless anger from these two short words, compared to the two words shouted before because of Dongfang Xin's bloody act of losing his conscience, this time the resentment was no different from being stronger, that is, the small space hidden by the ten thousand scrolls could not be covered.

Sima Wuhua's soul body couldn't help flickering, and it seemed that he might not be able to suppress the fierce aura around him at any time.

He couldn't wait to greet Dongfang Xin with the most vicious words in the world, but in the end he only scolded these two words, because Dongfang Xin's sin was no longer something that words could scold.

Ling Xiao Peak, the fairyland of Xun Rizhao, the founder of the Holy Pavilion, countless immortal bodies have settled down and multiplied because of it, even if because of the killing of swords and demons, the people of Ling Xiao Peak have withered a lot, but Shang Yunjian back then could only collapse half of the Holy Pavilion, and could not really compete with the entire Holy Pavilion or the entire Ling Xiao Peak.

Even now, Ling Xiaofeng has become a miasma under Dongfang Xin's control and the influence of the Evil Nightmare Crystal, and the large and small clans have bowed down one after another, and now when facing the attack of the Heavenly Dao Alliance, it can almost be regarded as a one-touch collapse, and Ling Xiaofeng's living power has not really been cut off.

Now in the immortal body in the camp of the Heavenly Dao Alliance, a considerable part of the younger generation has gotten rid of confusion and fear, in today's war, these people may not be able to take root in Lingxiao Peak again, given time, they may be able to reproduce the brilliance of Lingxiao Peak - whether the heart is good or bad, loyal or treacherous, any immortal body that grows in Lingxiao Peak deeply loves this immortal mountain that carries the vitality of the immortal body, and will never be disrespectful to this immortal mountain, let alone completely destroy it from the inside out.

That's why Dongfang Xin's frenzied action was so unexpected, Mo Qing didn't expect it, Su Yi, who had been observing Dongfang Xin while supporting the Xieling Array, didn't expect it, and Ye Xinglu, who was trying to deal with all the means that Dongfang Xin might use, didn't expect it, even Sima Wuhua, who knew Dongfang Xin relatively well, never expected him to be such a bastard.

Before the action of the Heavenly Dao Alliance, many people had already made a lot of plans, and they all thought of various possibilities, the most dazzling of which should now be Ye Xinglu, who coordinated the destruction of the main remnants of the Holy Pavilion, but whether it was Mo Qing, who was born in Momei Villa and had little to do with Ling Xiao Peak, or Ye Xinglu, who was born in Ling Xiao Peak and was born in Ling Xiao Peak, and Ye Xinglu, who was in the same vein as Zhuge of the Holy Pavilion, did not regard Dongfang Xin's destruction of Ling Xiao Peak as a possibility, and destroying Ling Xiao Peak was countless times more serious than digging up his own ancestral grave.

However, Dongfang Xin not only did this, but also did it extremely thoroughly, wanting to destroy Ling Xiaofeng and everything above. Sima Wuhua can already imagine that within three days, the charm of Lingxiao Peak Immortal Mountain, which stretches for thousands of years, and the two hundred miles of ice and snow sacred area around it, will become history.

Pathetic, lamentable, even more hateful!

Sima Wuhua suddenly turned his head and said solemnly: "Why don't you master the Four Elephant Seals, it is impossible for Long Yao not to tell you!"

In the ancient era when the world was in turmoil, Xun Rizhao Town Heavenly Vein, standing in the sky, standing on his own throne, arrogant on one side, and letting those demons surround him, only one battle made no foreign enemies in the holy area dare to attack.

The existence of Ling Xiaofeng was originally to suppress the Spring of Heavenly Veins, and at the same time to give the immortal bodies a place to settle down. His purpose is to let the human world truly control the Spring of Heavenly Veins, not to be affected by the Outer Heavenly Divine Realm, and the Eye of the Sky is also a product of that era, to a certain extent, it is the incarnation of the Heavenly Dao that cooperates with the Spring of Heavenly Veins. Therefore, Ling Xiaofeng wanted to suppress and protect the Heavenly Vein Spring, but he could not affect the normal operation of the Heavenly Vein Spring, and under such circumstances, the Four Holy Envoys came into being.

The four holy envoys are divided into four elephant seals to jointly maintain the stability of the spring of heavenly veins. Until a hundred years later, the world of demon chaos has long passed, and the newly born human realm and demon domain are divided into continents, and they are constantly colliding. At that time, the connection between the Spring of Heavenly Veins and Ling Xiao Peak was finally stable, and the four holy envoys of the Holy Pavilion were also able to retire, and since then, the four holy envoys have been completely the executors of the will of the Immortal Venerable, and together with the three Venerables who protect the Holy Pavilion, they constitute the core power of the Holy Pavilion, as for the real appearance of the two immortal masters, it will not be until the sword demon kills Ling Xiao Peak.

Today's four holy envoys have long since lost their original responsibility to maintain the Spring of Heavenly Veins, and have even been killed several batches by the younger elders of Wu'an Sword Peak and Momei Villa, and the last few holy envoys have not even cultivated at the immortal level. This did not prevent them from completing the duty of performing the will for the Immortal Venerable, but the most fundamental duty had long been forgotten in the pile of old papers.

Zhuge Lin Ye and Sima Wuhua, these two immortal masters who renewed the inheritance of the Holy Pavilion in one fell swoop were able to find the fundamental use of the Four Elephant Seal from the ancient books, but the vast majority of people would not see this layer, and only regarded the Four Elephant Seal as the magic weapon of the Four Holy Envoys, including Su Yi and Ye Xinglu, the two personal disciples who inherited the knowledge of Zhuge Lin Ye, but unfortunately, Dongfang Xin was not one of those people.

In fact, Long Yao did not mention the true mystery of the Four Elephant Engraving with any of their three senior brothers, in his eyes, the Engraved Seal could only summon a Divine Beast Phantom below the Immortal Rank, in such a terrifying battle situation now, it could only barely act as a talisman, but it was not enough to really pose a threat to Dongfang Xin, so he directly followed his heart and handed over the three engraved seals in his hands to Ye Xinglu, Su Yi and Yuan Xue, they should be able to truly use the power of the engraving, and their safety is also extremely important in this battle。

He didn't expect that the engraving would be taken away by Dongfang Xin, and he didn't expect that the engraving could be used as a tool to destroy Ling Xiaofeng.

Sima Wuhua had no intention of continuing to investigate, and seemed to be talking to himself dejectedly: "Also, he has no limits, and he doesn't even pay attention to this piece of heaven and earth, how can he still respect the immortal mountain under his feet?"

In the words, there is loneliness and helplessness, as well as absolute anger.

Bei Ming Xiu didn't dwell on this, things have reached such a point, it is useless to entangle, what they have to do is to cut off the connection between Dongfang Xin and the Spring of Heavenly Veins, even now.

If it weren't for this, they wouldn't be able to compete with Dongfang Xin at all, let alone avenge Bei Mingshuo.

He pointed to the Yin Spring that fell with the collapsed Lingxiao Peak, and said solemnly, "Take me there." ”

From his point of view, Ling Xiao Peak collapsed, and almost all the power was poured into his direction, and he was already surrounded from all directions, with the intention of directly burying him, but Yin Spring was not affected in any way, if Sima Wuhua did not act again, Yin Spring would only continue to fall naturally, getting farther and farther away from them.

Sima Wuhua didn't say anything, and drove the Ten Thousand Scrolls to fly towards the Yin Spring, even if it was just a point closer, the barrier of the small space seemed to be greatly shaken, as if it would collapse in the next moment.

With each step forward, the mottled pages of the 10,000-volume collection will be broken, and the broken pages will instantly turn into a breeze and drift away, and the knowledge inside will no longer exist.

The small space is like a small boat in the stormy waves, moving forward reluctantly but firmly, at least before the Ten Thousand Scrolls are completely destroyed, Sima Wuhua will do everything he has to bring the Northern Immortal Cultivator close to the Spring of the Heavenly Veins.

As he moved forward, he also asked a question.

"Are you sure?"

"Nope. Bei Mingxiu's answer was very simple, as if he was confident, "But don't try it, I'm sorry for everyone." ”

"That's a good point. A trace of coldness flashed in Sima Wuhua's fierce spirit, and the fierce aura locked onto the Yin Spring that was getting closer and closer in front of him, as if a hunter was targeting his prey.

"You can't fail and you won't fail. ”

"Northern Shadow Boy, your father should have passed on the Spring Realm to you. ”

Bei Ming Xiu did not answer, which can be regarded as a default.

The upper part of the murderous soul trembled slightly, as if nodding, and Sima Wuhua's undoubted voice also fell on the ears of the Northern Meditation Cultivator.

"The old man has a good idea, it depends on whether you dare to try it. ”

"Okay......" The Northern Darkness Cultivator was just about to answer, but suddenly his complexion changed, and the cold qi of the Northern Darkness that had already been condensed almost leaked out, "Not good!"

This is not a rejection, but a warning of foreseen danger.

He was already in a crisis, and he was still able to calmly discuss the way to break the situation with Sima Wuhua, but this was not his crisis, and it could affect his mind.

His face was as pale as Yuan Xue's.

The latter was quickly avoiding Edgeworth at this time, but behind him, countless purple lightning had already surged along with Dongfang Xin's hand.

The spirit array was scattered, the sky-killing sword fell, and Dongfang Xin at this moment could already cover the sky with one hand.

Heaven and earth are not in his eyes, and now it is easy to grasp only a mirror.

Even if this mirror is the Xuanhuang Jian among the ten major artifacts in the divine realm.