As the blue light in the thunder clone's hand converged, the purple lightning spread in all directions, and there were no more rocks that could be generated within ten feet in front of the gate.

What he used to attack before was only two points of the power of the thunder clone, and only the green light just now really went all out.

After unable to guarantee that his thunder clone would be able to break through Sima Wuhua's obstruction, he made up his mind to finish his work in one battle, the most important ice clone of the Northern Meditation Cultivation may be the bait, and the real killing move is only showing up now, but no matter how the Northern Meditation Cultivation moves, he has full confidence in suppressing it.

The Northern Immortal Cultivator took out seven swords in a row, and the swords were cold and cold, and they were unstoppable.

Prior to this, the Northern Meditation Cultivator had already produced an unknown number of swords, but none of them could really pose a threat to Dongfang Xin, even if the cold mist was now filling the mountain's belly, this gap in strength could not be easily erased.

When the seven swords arrived one after another, Dongfang Xin also made seven moves.

He didn't look at the sword path of the Northern Meditation Cultivator, nor did he observe which ice clone was the winner and loser of the Northern Meditation Cultivator's real efforts, but just calmly made a move.

A bolt of lightning broke a sword, and a piece of ice.

Seven thunderbolts flashed, the ice clones were all shattered, and the sword qi was gone.

No matter how the Northern Meditation cultivates the sword, he only responds with a clear judgment, the Northern Meditation Kendo cultivation is not low, and the random change is first-class, and he will not stick to the moves at all, but under this martial arts technique that breaks all martial arts, there will still be no chance.

He was not destroying the confidence of the Northern Meditation Cultivator, but simply using his own strength to explain a very clear fact to him.

He's here, and the ice clone will never be able to get past it.

......

On Ling Xiao Peak, Bei Ming Xiu sighed in his heart, and his gaze fell on Dongfang Xin, who was still imprisoned.

Dongfang Xin has always been very powerful, and until now he can't know what kind of strength Dongfang Xin himself has after removing the power of the Heavenly Vein Spring.

The doppelganger can't break the decision, and Dongfang Xin has been guarding in front of the door, and the purple electricity and green mangs are stirring in all directions, not giving him a chance to see the stitches at all, even if Sima Wuhua is added, he can't make his defense have loopholes.

After a moment of thought, he finally made a final decision.

A spell appeared in his hand.

The runes of Momei Villa are significantly different from those of the Holy Pavilion Zhuge lineage, the former mainly relies on the characteristics of spiritual ink that can be transformed into all elements, showing the changes to the fullest, while the latter uses all the surrounding factors to promote strengths and avoid weaknesses, and relies on the environment to transform the spiritual power in the talismans, in other words, the former uses its own power to transform the spirits of heaven and earth for its own use, and the latter relies on the environment and other factors to maximize the effectiveness of the spell, and uses this to mobilize the spirits of heaven and earth.

Two similar and completely different runes have their own merits, not to mention who is good and who is bad, the Northern Meditation Cultivator is no stranger to the spells made by these two runes, and now the talisman in his hand is the teleportation talisman drawn by Ye Xinglu.

This teleportation talisman was in duplicate, one in his hand, and the other was hidden in the puppet by him, and it was swept away by Dongfang Xin along with the parts of the mechanism, and the place where it fell was carefully controlled by him near Wanjuan Zang.

If he wanted to make a move, he only needed to move his thoughts, and he would be able to face Dongfang Xin's thunder clone in person.

Originally, he thought that he might not need to do this, but now that it was the case, he could not hesitate any longer.

Most of the Northern Meditation cultivators are cautious, and when they are aggressive, they will also be vigilant around, simulating all possible situations in their hearts to deal with them, even if they are forced to the end of the mountain for Qiu Fengchun at the time of the Zhongzhou Incident, they also try their best to find a breakthrough, and they have never been completely crushed by negative emotions, only this time, he wants to be a real reckless man, and he really fights.

To deal with an existence like Dongfang Xin, it is not enough to rely on small means, in addition to small means, strange tricks are equally important.

"I'll leave for a moment. ”

The Northern Immortal Cultivator said to Yutai Yimeng: "During my absence, all the personnel arrangements of the Northern Underworld Mansion will be handed over to Ye Xinglu. ”

Yutai Yimeng nodded calmly, and didn't seem to be affected by this sentence.

Ye Xinglu's interpersonal relationships in the North Hell Mansion are already very delicate, and seventy percent of the conflicts in the mansion can be traced back to her, that is, Yu Changping, who is pessimistic about everything, was aroused by her to have the courage to dominate one side with a flat stick when he was young, and Tantai Yimeng has always been one of the people who are at odds with her.

Even if he was unhappy in his heart, he had to admit in his heart that Ye Xinglu had indeed maximized the role of the people of the Northern Underworld in this battle, so that they could exchange the greatest damage for a smaller price.

If anyone else had changed, they would never have been able to bring the situation to the point where they were now, and the last link of their plan had always been aimed at the Spring of Heavenly Veins.

"Take care. ”

The tone of the dream was as cold as usual, but there was a bit of warmth in the coldness, as if the mother who sent the wanderer away pressed the reluctance and worry in her heart.

Even though Beiming Xiu felt a chill in his heart, he had to accept it with a smile and arched his hand: "Please." ”

As soon as the light on the teleportation talisman appeared, the Northern Immortal cultivator was no longer in place.

It was just before he drove the spell that another ice bullet that was originally held in his sleeve quietly shattered, which meant that except for the Northern Meditation Cultivator himself, only the person who was connected with the ice bullet should be able to know.

......

The Northern Meditation Cultivator appeared in the belly of the mountain, and when he opened his eyes, he could already see the Ten Thousand Scrolls and the fierce spirits floating above it.

The cold qi of the Northern Darkness is almost instinctively surging in his body, if the Northern Darkness can't stabilize his mind, maybe the vigilance and disgust that erupts from his heart are enough to drive him to wipe out this fierce soul that exudes a terrifying and ferocious aura.

Immortal Qi and Ghost Yin things have never been incompatible, and it is difficult for Northern Meditation Cultivator to imagine how Sima Wuhua still hid the murderous soul in the place where he died despite using the Yin God Curse.

Suppressing the urge to directly slash and kill Sima Wuhua's murderous soul, Bei Mingxiu grabbed Wanjuan Zang, and the murderous soul that temporarily inhabited Wanjuanzang was also engulfed by him.

The Grim Sword suddenly came out of its sheath, flashing with an icy blue luster in the cold mist, the sword light was not dazzling, but it was definitely conspicuous enough.

The evil qi around the murderous soul shook slightly, and it seemed that there was something to blurt out, but Sima Wuhua didn't say anything in the end.

Because the Northern Meditation Cultivator has already poured his mind into the cold underworld, when the sword is released, there is already a sudden wind and snow in the mountainside, and then the cold light breaks through the wind, as if it can be done for thousands of miles in an instant.

The sword intent belonging to the Cold Soul Sword swayed in the belly of the mountain, as if everything was divided, and countless gravels fell with the cold ice, threatening to bury the entire mountain.

The Northern Immortal Cultivator did his best to take the thunder clone with one sword!

This sword is controlled by the Soul Royal Sword Technique, and it has both the skills of traveling thousands of miles in the true sword of the Darkness and the sudden wind and snow, and the place where the sword qi passes is full of cold frost.

And when all the things attached to this sword are removed, the path of this sword is just a straight line straight forward.

The word kendo is all-encompassing, and each sword cultivator has his own kendo, which will be more or less different from other people's swords after all. Yao Chong's Ten Thousand Sword Tablet had carved countless traces of sword cultivation, and it was impossible to find the exact same sword marks from them.

Gao Yang Song's kendo may be straightened, but the kendo of the Northern Meditation Cultivator has never been like this.

Only this time, his sword path was truly straight.

Consistently, without any twists and turns.

Sima Wuhua's voice appeared in his mind, and the tone was stern, completely naked reprimand.

"Fool, do you know what he's doing, when you step in here, his purpose has been accomplished!"

Sima Wuhua's rebuke has always been one of the most terrifying scenery in the Holy Pavilion, but anyone who participated in Sima Wuhua's schoolwork and was paid attention to by him

Son, unless there is nothing to blame for the performance, most of them will accept this reprimand that hatred is not made of steel, especially those who have the ability to do their best, but they can't do it because of their own reasons, in addition to a reprimand, they will also get extra homework, if they can't finish it, the next day's class will only be more terrifying, and they can't protect Zhuge Linye. Even Ye Xinglu, who could call himself the Demon King of the Holy Pavilion Mixed World, only dared to pull his beard in some cases, and he was still extremely well-behaved during class, as if he was an excellent disciple of the Holy Pavilion who was really eager to learn and progress.

The current situation of the Northern Meditation Cultivator was in his eyes a wronged leader who chose the worst option among all the situations, even though he knew how much the Northern Meditation Cultivator hated him and what his current situation was, he still directly scolded him, not afraid of the possible counterattack of the Northern Meditation Cultivator.

No matter before or after his death, Sima Wuhua's majesty has never been erased, as long as there are still people in the Holy Pavilion alive, even if Dongfang Xin has already dominated everything in Ling Xiaofeng and suppressed everything that does not conform to him, the name Sima Wuhua will never really be forgotten.

He has never seen people badly, and he has only seen one person wrong in his life, but it was the mistake of seeing this person that made him fall into such a situation.

He doesn't resent Dongfang Xin, he became a king and lost a king, common sense in the world, he was defeated by Dongfang Xin, no matter what means Dongfang Xin used, with the help of what power, in the end he killed him here, if it wasn't for the future of the Holy Pavilion, he would not have turned himself into a murderous soul and hid here, and also pressed his last hope on the Northern Meditation Cultivator, who he thought would definitely be unfavorable to the Holy Pavilion.

Regardless of whether Sima Wuhua acted right or wrong, under his rule, the Holy Pavilion was indeed still strong after the Sword Demon Rebellion, if the Shoreless Sword Peak and the Momei Mountain Villa were defeated that year, the Holy Pavilion at this moment should have been able to control the entire human world, and then follow Sima Wuhua's plan to become stronger, until it can truly compete with the divine realm mentioned in the ancient books.

Now that he himself is dead, and all his plans, ambitions or ambitions have withered, all Sima Wuhua wants now is to protect this holy pavilion that must have been in turmoil.

Throughout his life, he was the staunchest defender of the Holy Pavilion, and he never wavered in his dedication to the Holy Pavilion.

Dongfang Xin's various behaviors all showed that he was actually waiting for the arrival of the Northern Meditation Deity. In his opinion, there are at least three ways to deal with the Northern Meditation Practice, but coming here in person is the worst one.

Doing what the enemy wants him to do is always the stupidest thing to do.

Regarding Sima Wuhua's reprimand, Bei Mingxiu's answer was extremely concise and unkind.

"Optimistic. ”

The Frost Sword took the thunder clone with the icy sword light, and the momentum was not amazing, but the overflowing sword intent had already slashed the surrounding mountains and rocks.

But as he spoke, Bei Mingxiu didn't look at the sword he had slashed with all his might.

He looked above the cold mist.

The cold fog he had created was not an obstacle to him, nor was it to the dead that were inanimate.

A shadow fell from the sky under the cover of the cold mist, and smashed into the thunder clone with great accuracy, the momentum was like a thunderbolt, almost covering the sword of the Northern Meditation Cultivator.

It was a puppet that had escaped the control of the Northern Meditation Cultivator.

After the Northern Darkness Cold Ice left the puppet's body, the Northern Meditation Cultivator lost control of this puppet, but from the beginning, this puppet had another controller, and this person's attainments in mechanical techniques were far stronger than those of the Northern Meditation Cultivator.

The design of this puppet was drawn by him.

Lu Linxi attracted the puppet, and the cold iron fists smashed down like rock, and the strength of the true core spirit stone formation blessing was so great that it seemed to be able to split the entire Ling Xiao Peak in one fell swoop.

Since the Northern Meditation Cultivator had gone all out, how could he be behind?

In the midst of the laughter, the pair of organs that used the core energy of the spirit stone to the extreme smashed down with their fists, and before the fists fell, they had already caused the purple lightning to collapse slightly.

"Oriental thief, dare to take my move!"