Li Xuan did not follow the large army, but roamed around the large army alone, responsible for clearing the dark posts that were ambushed in the ruins. After all, with his current realm cultivation, as long as he didn't encounter the Tibetan Old Man himself, no one could threaten him.

Along the way, he really pulled out a lot of disciples of the Soap Pavilion Sect, and then they were all beheaded by him without exception.

The battle between good and evil is not a hand-holding, not a competition, not a battle of words, before the move, there can be room for maneuver, but once you decide to draw the sword out of the sheath, it is a life-and-death struggle between you and me.

In the struggle between life and death, there is no immortality.

Li Xuandu walked slowly on the path between the ruins, the whole person walked in the shadows and mist, the stone blue scribe's Confucian shirt seemed to be dyed with a thick shadow, only the "cold beauty" in his hand exuded a snow-white light.

This dazzling light undoubtedly became an excellent target in the dark, and the disciples of the Soap Pavilion Sect continued to attack him from the darkness, but they all died under his sword.

It wasn't long before no one dared to attack him again.

Instead, there was a strange corpse, as if it had been burned by the flames, and its body was charred and blackened, and there was no intact skin in sight.

Li Xuandu unceremoniously gave it a knife, and the blade passed through his chest.

I saw this corpse holding his chest with both hands, and there were blazing green flames coming out between his fingers, eyes, mouth, nose and seven orifices.

This corpse is the Yin Yang Sect's "Reversal of the Wheel of Life and Death Method" to return to the Yang world, itself is no longer a living person, almost a corpse demon, at this time was pierced through the heart by a knife, it is nothing, but Li Xuandu's sword qi attached to this knife is extremely lethal to the filthy things, just a knife, this corpse demon is almost put to death.

The corpse demon suddenly raised its head to the sky and roared.

Cracks appeared in the skin of the pitch-black nipples, and from these cracks, dark green flames also erupted.

Flames rose into the sky, reflecting half of the sky. In a few moments, the corpse demon had turned into a burning man.

The corpse demon stepped on the ground and walked forward, leaving a clear footprint on the ground with each step, and even the footprints had wisps of fire residue.

This fire is a corpse fire.

The Taoist classics have recorded that in the genus of zombies, the bronze armored corpse is the most famous, known as the invulnerability of swords and guns, and the ordinary magic weapon is difficult to hurt in the slightest, almost comparable to the golden body of Buddhism, and above the bronze armored corpse, there is also the legendary drought fish, not in the five elements, beyond the three realms, as soon as it is born, the corpse is full of fire, and wherever it goes, it will definitely attract heavenly punishment and thunder.

If this corpse demon can maintain its current state without dying, and there is a thousand-year-old corpse cultivation place for hundreds of years, it may not be impossible to achieve the body of a drought, but these two requirements are really bumpy, not to mention that the corpse demon has already died once, even the thousand-year-old corpse cultivation land is also unattainable, so it can only be thought.

Only then did Li Xuandu break open the corpse demon's body with one sword, causing the qi in his body to be restless and out of control, and all of them turned into corpse fire, as if adding fuel to the fire, although it was only a temporary false fire, but it was extremely fierce before it burned out. At present, the corpse demon is not long in life, and the so-called return to the light is nothing more than that. Its already small spiritual wisdom had already dissipated with the burning of the corpse fire, and it just relied on its instinct to roll up the corpse fire in the sky and rush towards Li Xuandu.

In terms of Li Xuandu's current cultivation, if he wants to kill him directly with a sword or a knife, it is inevitably beyond his strength, but the biggest difference between the living and the dead is the word "wisdom", Li Xuandu just moved sideways and used a move "You Feng Laiyi", the "cold beauty" in his hand A hook and a pick, if it is replaced by any opponent, they all know that they have to fight back at this time, but the corpse demon without consciousness is still unstoppable, and then it is Li Xuandu took advantage of its forward momentum, provoked upward, and then a knife is lightly chopped out, the corpse demon is hit in the chest by this sword qi, and is directly into the sky by the sword qi, and then explodes into bright fireworks in the air.

Li Xuandu stopped and stood, holding his knife in both hands, looking up at this dirty firework, his face flickered under the light of the flames, and he suddenly had a feeling in his heart that he had broken the enemy when he was a Purple Mansion Sword Immortal.

It's been a long time.

On the other side, Yan Feiqing and the others also quickly rushed forward, and the disciples of the Soap Pavilion Sect who were hiding in the dark raised the crossbow machine in their hands without hesitation, when dealing with the masters of the Innate Realm or the True Realm, the crossbow machine may not be so useful, but when dealing with ordinary people in the rivers and lakes, it is a first-class killing weapon.

At the same time, the Soap Pavilion Sect and others were afraid of the existence of Wuzhen and others, and did not follow the example of the army to rain arrows in a systematic manner, in case they were all blocked by a certain master with their own strength, but hid in the dark and applied cold arrows, so the ranks of the people in the righteous path soon began to have casualties, but the people in the righteous path were all old rivers and lakes, and they immediately learned a lesson, and they were arranged very scattered, and at the same time, they began to cover their bodies with various ruins.

Yan Feiqing, who was walking in the forefront, sacrificed the "Nine Yang Away from the Fire Cover", and the nine fire dragons roared out, completely enveloping a ruin, and after a while, the seven Soap Pavilion Sect disciples howled and turned into burning fire people, and ran out of the ruins, but they didn't run far before they fell to the ground, and after a few convulsions, they didn't move.

At the same time, Su Yuncheng also controlled the "Myoho-renge-hua" in her hand, and a sword turned into more than ten sword shadows, scattering out, these sword shadows were like spirituality, burrowing into the cracks of the ruins, and killing the disciples of the Soap Pavilion Sect hidden in them.

Of course, it is indispensable to Wuzhen, the "golden Arhat".

I saw a dazzling golden light suddenly bloom, dispelling the darkness and gilding the surrounding ruins with a layer of gold, the golden light became more and more abundant, and then it began to tremble. Then a golden figure broke through countless ruins, walking forward step by step, as the figure got closer and closer, the disciples of the Soap Pavilion Sect gradually saw the appearance of the person who came, it was actually a monk wearing a robe and monk's robe, covered with gold, as if an Arhat had descended into the world.

The old monk's body seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and with every step, the earth trembled, and he left a fragment on the ground behind him.

Countless crossbow arrows fell, and the monk's golden body was not injured in the slightest. The old monk even ignored the many ruins on the road ahead, and directly destroyed them with his hands, opening a way from them.

In this fierce battle, the losses of the people in the righteous path are not light, and the damage of the people in the evil path is even more serious.

Soon, Yan Feiqing and the others walked through the ruins, and they could see the water galaxy that surrounded the Immortal Palace.

When far away, this water galaxy seems to be just a winding silver belt, but close to look again, but find that it is incomparably wide, magnificent, comparable to the moat of a large city in a state, there is a stone bridge with hollow white marble as a carved railing on the river, the stone bridge is five or six zhang wide, enough for six horses to run in parallel, the smoke rising from the moat below the whole bridge is looming, as if it is the Nai He Bridge on the Santu River, ethereal and mysterious revealing the eerie and weird.

After crossing the bridge, there is the white marble square.

Li Xuandu, who came here one step in advance, said to Yan Feiqing: "This is not an ordinary water galaxy, but weak water. ”

There is water in the north of Kunlun, and its strength cannot beat mustard, so it is called weak water. Fenglin Island, in the middle of the West Sea, the place is 1,500 miles, there is weak water around the continent on all sides, the feathers do not float, can not be crossed.

Yan Feiqing's face was a little solemn, and he said, "Since it is weak water, then we can't cross the river directly, we have to walk across the bridge." ”

Li Xuandu nodded and said, "That's right." Moreover, I have already explored just now, there are a large number of Soap Pavilion Sect disciples on the bridge and on the other side, and if you want to go over, I am afraid it is not that simple. ”

At this moment, I saw a group of disciples of the Soap Pavilion Sect carrying more than ten sarcophagi down from the bridge, placing them at the entrance of the stone bridge, and counting them carefully, exactly eighteen.

And these sarcophagi are not lying on the ground, but erected, eight feet high, there are not too many traces of joint as a whole, it seems to be carved from a whole stone, there are many obscure talismans carved on the coffin lid, in addition to the pavilion soap vein, there are also the pavilions, the whole truth, the one is the same talisman, in addition, in the four corners of the sarcophagus carved with four different wild beasts, for the purpose of suppression.

Yan Feiqing raised his eyes and immediately recognized the roots of these sarcophagi, his face showed a little disgust, and said, "It's the 'Eighteen Immortals' method of the Soap Pavilion Sect again." ”