In the hinterland of the Flame Mountain, Zhu Tiancang's figure appeared from the ground.

Looking around, Zhu Tiancang did not immediately go to the South Heavenly Gate, but said: "Come out, in front of this emperor's eyes, you have nothing to hide!"

As soon as these words came out, the venue was still silent, without the slightest sound, as if Zhu Tiancang was talking to himself.

In this regard, Zhu Tiancang's eyes flashed with coldness, and he snorted coldly: "If you don't see the coffin, you won't shed tears!"

After finishing speaking, Zhu Tiancang's heart moved, the demon slashing sword appeared in his hand, and he waved the demon slashing sword in his hand, and a shocking slash came out.

Zizi –

Space distorted, and a pitch-black hole crept into the surface.

Then I saw three figures fall out of the hiding space.

I saw that after the three of them fell to the ground, they quickly distanced themselves from Zhu Tiancang, standing side by side, blood spilled from the corners of their mouths, and their eyes looking at Zhu Tiancang were full of horror and disbelief.

Glancing at the three of them, a trace of interest flashed in Zhu Tiancang's eyes, and he muttered, "Oh, three powerhouses in the early stage of the Pseudo-Saint!"

"Looking at your appearance, it seems that you have been following this emperor for a long time, and I have to say that your concealment technique is very strong, if it weren't for this emperor's cultivation breakthrough, I really wouldn't have been able to find you. ”

"In other words, the three of them want to ambush the Heavenly Court Emperor, do you know the consequences of this matter?"

While speaking, Zhu Tiancang's heart was extremely dignified.

He believed in Yu Qian, which means that the pseudo-saints who were on the battlefield that day had evacuated.

In other words, it was only after Yu Qian left that these three guys followed.

He wasn't sure if the three of them were also aware of the existence of that small world, but there was one thing Zhu Tiancang could be sure of, these three people were definitely not ordinary goods, otherwise they wouldn't have the guts.

As Zhu Tiancang's words fell, anger suddenly rose on the faces of the three Pseudo-Saint Early Stage monks.

The three of them relied on a spatial spirit treasure to hide, thinking that no one except the saint would be able to detect the existence of themselves and others.

After all, space is an incomparably mysterious law, and it is not something that anyone can perceive casually.

It's a pity that Zhu Tiancang's breakthrough through the Quasi-Saint Great Perfection has undergone a qualitative change, and with the existence of God's eyes, their deeds are invisible.

After a while, the three monks in the early stage of the pseudo-saint wiped the blood stains from the corners of their mouths, and a trace of solemnity flashed in their eyes, but they were quickly replaced by calm, and said: "Junior, I heard that the four swords of Zhuxian are in your hands, hand over the four swords of Zhuxian, I will spare you from death!"

Hearing this, Zhu Tiancang's eyes flashed with coldness.

He knew that these guys were coming for the Four Swords of Zhuxian.

If it had been ten years ago, Zhu Tiancang might have escaped.

But with the improvement of cultivation and the emergence of the law of order, he has the power to match the middle stage of the Pseudo-Saint, and these three powerhouses in the early stage of the Pseudo-Saint are not taken into account by him.

Thinking of this, Zhu Tiancang slowly raised the demon slaying sword in his hand and said: "The nameless person also deserves to have the four swords of the Zhu Immortal, this emperor will give you a chance now, surrender or die!"

As soon as these words came out, Zhu Tiancang's momentum exploded, and the whole person was sharp.

"Damn it!"

Under Zhu Tiancang's momentum, the faces of the three monks in the early stage of the Pseudo-Saint changed greatly.

They never thought that a junior who was a quasi-saint of the Great Perfection would burst out with such a terrifying aura, which was even enough to crush the three of them together.

Especially Zhu Tiancang's last sentence, Chi Guoguo's contempt simply made the three of them feel angry in their hearts.

Who are they?

The strong man who survived the ancient era was actually despised by a junior who had just cultivated for less than two thousand years, which was simply unbearable.

Thinking of this, the three of them took out the spirit treasure at the same time, and said with a murderous intention: "Junior, you are looking for death!"

After glancing at the three of them, Zhu Tiancang's eyes were even more contemptuous.

A pseudo-saint-level powerhouse, but with a low-level innate spirit treasure in his hand, this is simply an obsolete product of the times.

Thinking of this, Zhu Tiancang didn't talk nonsense, and waved the demon sword in his hand, and three shocking slashes came out, aiming directly at the three pseudo-saints.

Seeing this, the three pseudo-saints did not dare to be careless, and hurriedly used the power of the pseudo-saints to resist.

Click-

The sound of shattering resounded, and the three pseudo-saints shattered the world's shocking slash.

However, before the three of them could utter any words, Zhu Tiancang's figure had already disappeared from the spot.

In the next second, Zhu Tiancang came to the body of a sword-wielding pseudo-saint, and a pair of emperor eyes stared at the latter as if looking at a dead person.

Zhu Tiancang's sudden appearance suddenly startled the sword-wielding pseudo-saint, and then the murderous intent around his body was revealed, and the knife momentum around his body burst out, and he scolded angrily in his mouth: "Junior, give me death!"

As he spoke, the sword-wielding pseudo-saint was ready to swing his knife to kill Zhu Tiancang,

In this regard, Zhu Tiancang didn't think so at all, his eyes were facing each other, the twenty-one pins of Qingluan in the emperor's eyes were bright, and he said coldly in his mouth: "Mirror flowers and water moon!"

In an instant, the body of the sword-wielding pseudo-saint was stunned, and the whole person was dragged into the illusion of the mirror.

Seeing this situation, Zhu Tiancang did not hesitate at all, and with the swing of the demon sword in his hand, he slashed fiercely at the chest of the sword-wielding pseudo-saint.

"Ah......h

The screams rang out, and the figure of the sword-wielding pseudo-saint was knocked away like a broken kite, and the blood was in the sky, smashing to the ground, directly crashing into a hill burning with golden flames.

This scene happened too quickly, and when the other two pseudo-saints came back to their senses, Zhu Tiancang had already hit the sword-wielding pseudo-saint with one blow.

Looking at the scene where the sword-wielding pseudo-saint was paralyzed again, and his chest was dripping with blood, the other two pseudo-saints were about to tear their eyes, and they cried out bitterly: "The third child!"

In this regard, Zhu Tiancang snorted coldly: "Now I still have the heart to care about others, and I have to die!"

At the moment when he finished speaking, Zhu Tiancang took a step forward, and the creation of Qinglian was cast, and his figure instantly came behind the spear-wielding pseudo-saint, and the demon slashing sword waved, and when the latter had not yet come to his senses, it slashed at his back.

Puff –

Blood bloomed, and the gun-wielding pseudo-saint screamed in pain, and his body slammed to the ground, splashing a large cloud of dust.

Seeing this, the last sword-wielding pseudo-saint exclaimed, "Second brother!"

Immediately after, the sword-wielding pseudo-saint came back to his senses completely, and he knew very well that if he didn't recover his mentality, Zhu Tiancang's next target would be him.

In an instant, the sword-wielding pseudo-saint burst out, a bronze mirror floated out from his eyebrows, the power of space burst out, and the space around him exploded, and the pitch-black cracks contained the power to destroy everything.

"The power of space!"

Seeing this scene, Zhu Tiancang frowned, and suddenly felt tricky.

There is no doubt that the fury of the power of space is enough to hurt Zhu Tiancang, although it is only the power of the spirit treasure bursting out.

Especially those cracks, Zhu Tiancang could clearly feel that if he was restrained by those cracks, he would definitely be hit hard, and he was even likely to be engulfed by the cracks and die.