"Daddy!" Xu Lanhui exclaimed, without the slightest hesitation, the spiritual energy in her hand crossed into Ximentian's body, wanting to delay his injury.

Unexpectedly, although these spiritual qi can open mountains and crack stones, and the sword is in the sky, as soon as they reach the meridians of Ximentian, they are like mud cows entering the sea, and they can't splash a single wave. Seeing this, Yan Wuming mentioned the battle suit, and also crossed the spiritual power he had gathered into his meridians.

"I'm fine, ahem. Ximentian felt a faint aura, and his heart was slightly moved, and then he coughed a few times, and a little blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Let's find a place to hide, the symbols on our bodies have been expelled by me using the secret method of the immortals. Thinking of the scene just now, he still had palpitations. If the emperor goes all out, I'm afraid that the three of us in my party will die there.

Fortunately, at this critical moment, he recalled the immortal clan's method of unifying the spell, and used secret techniques to dissolve the symbol, so that the emperor had no clues.

But these eight desolate realms are full of evil killings, where should they hide?

"What did the predecessors think of the Sword Saint, the Sword Saint is an immortal, and he is also the most powerful existence in the Immortal Cultivation Realm. Yan Wuming knew that Ximen Tian was a disciple of the Sword Saint, and although he learned the sword, he had admired the Sword Saint for a long time.

"Heh, the Sword Master you mentioned is just an Earth Immortal, but he is actually slightly stronger than me. As soon as the Sword Saint was mentioned, Ximen Tian was stunned at first, and then directly vetoed.

It's not that he doesn't respect the Sword Saint, but with his strength and experience, as well as the help of the Yin and Yang Twin Swords, he has reached the level of the Earth Immortal, and the Sword Saint is only in the middle stage of the Earth Immortal.

"And the Sword Saint is so in the limelight, he will inevitably bear the brunt of this catastrophe as the leader of the Immortal Cultivation Realm. ”

Ximen Tian knew very well, not to mention the Sword Saint who failed to cross the tribulation, even Xiao Qing, who successfully ascended to the rank of Heavenly Immortal after the tribulation, was far from being the opponent of this evil dragon.

"Xiaoqing?" As soon as he thought of Xiaoqing, the young man in white suddenly laughed, he subconsciously grabbed a handful of snow from Kunlun Mountain, and then sprinkled it, as if he had captured some memories.

"Xiaoqing, where do you live?" When he went to the immortal cultivation realm with Su Qin, he asked Qingluan.

"Kunlun Mountain, my house is on the other side of Kunlun Mountain. My father is the king of Luan!" At that time, Ximen Tian knew that Xiaoqing, who loved to show off, was actually the princess of the Qingluan family.

"It's over, your dad has been stimulated too much, he may have gone crazy, Lan Hui, let's go. Yan Wuming hung his head in frustration and looked at Ximen Tian who kept smirking.

"Bell!" a large, invisible hand slammed into the back of the head of the dashing man in the cyan suit, knocking him to the ground.

The cold snow poured into Yan Nameless's neck and turned into cold water and flowed into his clothes.

"Phew, bah, bah. Yan Wuming ate a mouthful of snow, jumped up like a spring, and his first reaction was to touch the back of his head. Sure enough, a large bag swollen.

Xu Lanhui looked at Yan's nameless embarrassed appearance and couldn't help laughing.

"Let's go. Ximen Tian didn't laugh at this time, but took the two of them into a breeze to cross the border between the Immortal Cultivation Realm and the Mortal Realm, and went to the other side of Kunlun Mountain.

Outside the Sword Sect, the Sword Saint and the Supreme Immortal Power who followed him hurriedly slashed the tens of thousands of evil killers trapped outside, and stepped into the mountain gate. As soon as the disciples of the Shouzong saw the return of the Sword Saint, they immediately opened the large array, and their faces showed a look of respect.

After the Sword Saint entered, the scattered disciples of the Sword Sect also relied on their superb swordsmanship to break through the encirclement of evil slaughter and rush into the big array. Others died surrounded by evil killings and became one of them.

Back in the Sword Sect, the first thing Qingyang went to was the Sword Array Space.

"Sword Spirit See Juggernaut. In this void space, a sword-wielding young man slowly appeared and saluted to the Sword Saint.

"Why are you the only one left, Tian'er?" Qingyang saw that there was only a sword spirit in this sword array space, and he already felt a little bad in his heart.

"Ximen Tian has already understood, took out the treasure from the Ten Thousand Sword Abyss, and let him go according to your instructions. The sword-wielding boy replied honestly.

"He's holding the Tianyuan Sword?"

"It's not. ”

"Flowing Firefly Sword?"

"Not really. ”

"It's a shame. Qingyang has a slight regret. The two swords he said were the only immortal weapons in Wan Jianyuan, and under the immortal weapons, there were only holy weapons.

"What he held was a shadowy and invisible sword, in which the Netherworld Qi and Yin Qi were so powerful that they even destroyed most of the Ten Thousand Sword Abyss. Even the Tian Yuan Sword and Seal were gone. As soon as the sword-wielding boy said this, Qingyang's face immediately changed.

"Describe it more carefully. ”

"This sword ......," the sword-wielding boy slowly said how it felt. With each paragraph, the Sword Saint's expression became more and more shocked, and an ancient legend came to his mind.

At the foot of Kunlun Mountain, Ximen Tian braved the wind and snow to open up the road step by step. The seal of the Human Emperor still exists today, and even the immortal qi in Ximen Tian's body has an effect.

"If the Sword Saint returns to the Sword Sect, he should know what I'm going to do. Ximen Tian squinted his eyes slightly, the Yin Sword in his hand flew one after another, and the steep and smooth mountain range was carved out of a three-inch path. Beneath the path is the abyss.

On the back of Kunlun, the wind and snow are ten times higher than the front. Like Yan Wuming and Xu Lanhui and others, their spiritual power has been greatly suppressed, and if they fall, I am afraid that the bones will be difficult to find.

"It's cold. Xu Lanhui hid behind Ximentian, constantly rubbing her hands, and her eyelashes were already covered with a layer of frost. Originally, she was not affected by the four seasons, but she finally felt the horror of the cold. Although the majestic white-clothed young man in front of her blocked more than seventy percent of the wind and snow, she was still shivering in the cold wind.

Suddenly, she stepped on the air and was about to fall from the Kunlun mountainside. When Ximen Tian heard the sound, his eyes were quick and he grabbed her hand. The moment those warm hands touched her hands, Xu Lanhui couldn't help but feel confused.

"The gathering place of the Qingluan clan is almost here. Ximen Tian comforted Xu Lanhui, and his divine sense continued to spread, probing the fluctuations of the formation.

"Immortal cultivator, you don't go to the Immortal Cultivation Realm, come to my Qingluan Holy Realm!" An adult Qingluan of a celestial man flew out of the abyss, with a wingspan of dozens of feet, and roared towards Ximen Tian.

"Me and ......" Ximen Tian just wanted to explain, and Qingluan's claws were already there.

Yang Jian felt the order and flew out from the Ximen Heavenly Sense Sea, blocking the menacing blow. The strong anti-shock force was transmitted to Ximentian, causing him to take a step back and almost fall into the abyss.

Seeing that the blow could not be achieved, Qingluan quickly broke away from the attack range of Ximen Tian, and then the three divine feathers shot out.

"I'm friends with your princess!" Ximen Tian hurriedly shouted and made a defensive gesture.

"How?"

"This ......" Ximen Tian was also stunned, remembering that Qingluan's fire sword had long been lost in the netherworld.

"Death!"

“&%$*±@。 Seeing that Qingluan was about to attack, Ximen Tian said a lot, which was the lingua franca of Qingluan in the fairy world.

Adult Qingluan flanked it, and the three of Ximen Tian grabbed its back feathers tightly and swooped towards the Qingluan Sacred Realm.

As the space fluctuated, the three of them disappeared.