The last four words of the Northern Meditation Cultivation were almost squeezed out of the teeth.

The tone of gnashing teeth, combined with a weird and bright smile, is the absolute yin and yang weirdness.

The last time he faced Dongfang Xin, he was almost killed by Thunder Zhengyi, but this time, he was able to stand in front of him and give him a subtle mockery.

This is the capital of his yin and yang weirdness.

With this sentence of Bei Ming Xiu, a cold snort seemed to sound between heaven and earth.

A hand condensed by purple thunder suddenly appeared, and the index finger and thumb snapped together, holding down the small needle condensed by the fallen yuan, and after gently rubbing it, only a wisp of black smoke remained.

Zidian pressed his palm on the Netherworld Ice Lotus again, and the two eight-petaled ice lotuses exploded in an instant, obviously they were already the strongest ice lotus condensed by the Northern Netherworld Cultivation, and they were still as fragile as tissue paper.

Having lost its foothold, the cold flame slowly dissipated in the purple lightning entanglement, and the Heavenly Venerable finally sat down on the ground, his eyes were already dim, but he still reacted quickly, and hurriedly kowtowed in the direction of the Holy Pavilion: "Xie Xianzun's life-saving grace!"

This wisp of purple electricity is no stranger to Northern Meditation.

When Dongfang Xin came to Zhongzhou City in person and tried to kill him directly, he used the thunder to condense the thunder to chase him, and this thunder could hunt him down most of Zhongzhou City like a bone appendage, and now it can naturally hide in the body of the Heavenly Venerable.

This hiding may not even be known to the Heavenly Venerable himself, if he hadn't seen the introduction of Thunder Zhengyi in the Ten Thousand Scrolls Collection, and had a real battle with Dongfang Xi, he had a certain understanding of Zidian's aura, even if he had an incomparably keen perception of Heaven and Humanity, he might not be able to detect Dongfang Xin's preparation.

However, although there were some surprises, the Northern Meditation Cultivator didn't find it strange.

Now that this battle between the Holy Pavilion and the Heavenly Dao Alliance will determine the general trend of the world, Dongfang Xin is an unscrupulous guy who has not achieved his goal, so easily he will follow their provocation and send the Three Venerables to fight them, he must have his own preparations, and with his vigilance against him, the only one left on the bright side of the Northern Netherworld Family, and he can also attract the bloodline of the Cold Netherworld Flame, he can't wait to cut the grass and eradicate the roots immediately, even if it seems that he is dead, he will definitely use some means to ensure that he will definitely bury the bones in the Holy Domain.

Now, Dongfang Xin really didn't disappoint him.

"Are you angry that you didn't kill me here?"

Bei Ming Xiu looked at the Heavenly Venerable who was kneeling on the ground and trembling, not knowing whether it was pious or afraid, his eyes were slightly cold, but his smile was still undiminished.

The thunder hand formed by the condensation of purple electricity is shattering.

Leaving Ling Xiao Peak, Dongfang Xin is an ordinary immortal level powerhouse, in the current situation, it is impossible for him to leave Ling Xiao Peak, this thunder is just a means like his clone.

Perhaps in Dongfang Xin's original plan, as long as the Heavenly Venerable failed to kill him, he would shoot cleanly and cut off his vitality with thunder and righteousness, but unfortunately his perception was too keen, his actions were too decisive, and in addition to being aggressive, that caution was never let go by him.

But the most important thing is that I don't know if it was because he was too confident in the power of the Heavenly Vein Spring, or because he regarded the Heavenly Venerable as too weak, Dongfang Xin also underestimated the power of the Cold Flame.

Under the scorching flames of the Cold Darkness, the purple lightning was already shattered, and it could no longer be maintained, let alone attack the Northern Darkness Cultivator, who was obviously close to running out of ammunition.

For now, at least, his plan has failed.

Dongfang Xin didn't answer anything, and his will dissipated with the broken purple electricity.

It's a disregard, but it's also a kind of self-confidence.

Among the three Venerables of Heaven, Earth and Man, his will is only attached to the Heavenly Venerable.

Because the Heavenly Venerable was the strongest among the three, he was also relatively worthy of his slight attention.

What's more, if he was a Northern Meditation Cultivator, he would definitely choose to use the Heavenly Venerable as his opponent, and try his best to lure him to a place where the other two Venerables couldn't interfere, and then try to attack and kill him with the help of the Heavenly Venerable's contempt for him.

Dongfang Xin has never despised the Northern Meditation Cultivator, whether it is intuition or all the things that have happened since the Zhongzhou Incident set off by Qiu Fengchun, it has made him full of vigilance against this remnant of the Northern Darkness who still poses no threat to him, the sooner he can strangle it, the better, but all the previous efforts have not really killed the Northern Meditation Cultivator, but instead allowed him to set foot in the Holy Realm with dignity, which is almost a stone's throw away from him.

There is no point in dwelling on the past, it is naturally best to be able to kill the Northern Meditation Cultivator directly outside Ling Xiao Peak, but since the Northern Meditation Cultivator is much more difficult to kill than imagined, and even really forced the Heavenly Venerable to the Jedi, this purple lightning was almost completely destroyed by the Cold Immortal Flame, so it was the same to kill at Ling Xiao Peak.

If the Northern Meditation Cultivator wanted to kill the Heavenly Venerable, he had to step into the Heavenly Venerable's ten-zhang radius of the Heavenly Divine Technique's sphere of influence.

If the Heavenly Dao Alliance wanted to kill him and erase the Holy Pavilion from this world, it would also have to step within the scope of Ling Xiao Peak.

In Lingxiao Peak, he is the master.

Even if the Sword Demon is alive, he shouldn't be able to move him in the slightest in Ling Xiao Peak.

Even if the three Venerables all died in this battle, the Holy Pavilion with him would still be invincible in the world.

Bei Ming Xiu still had a smile on his face at this moment.

Dongfang Xin's thoughts, he can also guess a rough idea.

On Lingxiao Peak, facing Dongfang Xin, no matter how many people are nine deaths, this point is when Songshan asks the sword, Gao Yang Song has already hinted at the whole world.

But in the end, many people who didn't understand the hint came, and more people who understood the meaning and still chose to join it without hesitation.

Which of the people who are now gathered under the Holy Pavilion does not regard death as their home, and which one does not want to exchange blood with the people of the Holy Pavilion until the blood is exhausted?

Back then, the Sword Demon swept the world with the sword of the Blood Demon, broke the Holy Pavilion, slashed Momei, captured the Boundless Sword Peak, and slashed countless immortals, as if he was invincible in the world.

Dongfang Xin thought that he was already more powerful than the sword demon back then, but Bei Ming Xiu didn't think so, even if he was born in the era, there was no sword demon for a long time.

Xun Rizhao and other god-like existences were all defeated by the sword demon with his own strength, forcing him to close the door to expel the blood demon's sword wound.

And Dongfang Xin seems to have forgotten that Ling Xiaofeng does not belong to him, it has always had a master, even if that master is probably gone now, Ling Xiaofeng has never recognized him as the master.

And his cultivation does not come from himself, in the eyes of the Northern Meditation Cultivator, Dongfang Xin is just a thief who takes the stolen things for himself and is complacent.

This thief ruined his family back then, Dongfang Xi can still be regarded as a companion, he doesn't have a hobby of killing the whole family at every turn, none of the people who participated in the siege and killing of his parents back then are still alive, if he succeeds in attacking the Holy Pavilion, he will not retaliate too much, and there is no unjust debtor who can let him retaliate.

But Dongfang Xin's life, he will definitely accept it.

But first, he still has to deal with the Heavenly Venerable.

That's the biggest trouble right now.

......

The Heavenly Venerable had already recovered from his trance, and his face was paler than this snowfield.

His body still trembled a little, but soon, a touch of red appeared on his face.

Blushing isn't necessarily due to shyness, more often than not, it's just anger like this.

He was actually forced by the Northern Immortal Cultivator to the point of letting Immortal Venerable help!

This fact made him feel ashamed and angry, and he was about to pour all his anger into the Northern Immortal Cultivator in the distance.

The cultivation of the Northern Meditation Cultivator itself was far weaker than him, and he even possessed the Heavenly Sacred Technique, which was one of the peerless exercises in the world, as well as all the treasures in the Holy Pavilion's Library Pavilion.

He was the head of the three venerable beings, how could he be so defeated!

The Heavenly Venerable trembled with one arm, and pointed to the mouth of the North Meditation Meditation Heart.

A stream of light burst out from his fingertips, like a piercing arrow, overwhelming.

This finger had already infused all of his cultivation, if it was normal, he would definitely not make a move at such a distance, so he would not be able to harm the Northern Immortal Cultivator who was like a fish in water in the Holy Realm, not to mention that he was still burning with the Cold Flame that left countless psychological shadows on him.

But now that he has felt Dongfang Xin's will, Dongfang Xin is very dissatisfied with him, if he can't take down the Northern Meditation Cultivator quickly, I'm afraid he will be severely punished afterwards.

The dignity of being a Heavenly Venerable also prompted him to quickly kill the Northern Meditation Cultivator and put an end to all this suffering.

Seeing the streamer finger that was about to fall in front of him, there was a trace of helplessness in Bei Mingxiu's smile.

The drawbacks of burning the Cold Flame for too long have already appeared, his eyes are now a little blurry, and the sword intent and spiritual power have almost run out, even if he barely dodges this blow, the Heavenly Venerable will definitely be able to see the true situation of his current external strength, whether he dodges this blow or not, his situation will be very bad.

Bei Ming Xiu quietly held the ten thousand scrolls hidden in his sleeve, and the faint light on the three engraved seals flowed, as if there was a low roar.

If he really came to that point, he could only do his best, although when he couldn't maintain the Cold Flame, none of these hole cards could resist the world of the Heavenly Saint Technique.

However, at this moment, a flash of light suddenly flashed in the eyes of the Northern Meditation Cultivator, and the hand that was originally holding Wanjuan Zang relaxed a lot.

He didn't dodge the finger of the Heavenly Venerable, nor did he make any blocks.

And just as that finger was about to pierce his chest, a sword crossed his chest, and the streamer that seemed to be able to penetrate everything dissipated without a trace.

This sword is named Chongming.

In the next second, the ten thousand sword intent fell from mid-air, blasting down towards the Heavenly Venerable like a waterfall.

Yao Chong's voice also sounded on the side.

"Are you alright?"

"It's fine. ”

Seeing that Yao Chong's demeanor was calm, not at all like he was seriously injured, Bei Mingxiu relaxed a little in his heart, but he was still a little worried.

Because according to his expectations, Yao Chong should not have appeared here.

At this moment, a dragon's roar shuttled through the wind and snow, providing an answer for the Northern Meditation Cultivator.

"Everyone is in the same door, and if you say that you can advance and retreat together in three against three, how can you face danger alone?"

Long Yuan's sword fell, and Gao Yang Song fell in front of him, his expression relaxed and relaxed, not like he had experienced a big battle.

He raised Long Yuan and pointed directly at the Heavenly Venerable, although there was surprise in his eyes, it was more of a boiling fighting spirit.

"Now, it's really three-on-three. ”