With his own strength to defeat the three top masters of the Blue Flame Sect, Bei Luo's heart suddenly became arrogant, with his hands on his back, his feet on the void, and he watched the monks below fight each other in the sky.

At this time, after a period of great war, many people have fallen, and there are only about two dozen people left.

These people are all a thousand people, and the realm of the exercises is extremely good, Xue Buyu carefully comprehended, there are a few people in the realm he can't see at all.

The birth of a strange treasure has attracted the attention of the world, and the top monks have all come here.

Zhongguang Mountain, which is usually ravaged by volcanoes and lava, has been bombarded by these extraordinary monks, and the vicinity of this abyss has long been unrecognizable, the ground is scorched and the stones are cracked, and the flames are all over the sky, like a demonic domain.

Xue Buyu secretly calculated in his heart, the lowest realm of these people is also the middle stage of the Ziyang Realm, and several breaths have a faint ethereal meaning, as if the laws of heaven and earth are quietly attached to them, and it feels extremely similar to the breath of the second senior brother Mo Mad.

With his own strength, if he wants to grab food, it is tantamount to a fool's dream, he secretly thinks, only when these people do their best, and they have a sandpiper and a clam to compete for the fisherman's profit, there is a glimmer of hope.

It's just that these old foxes, who have lived for hundreds of years, can work hard here, and they must have some backhand, or they will have some crooked ideas and attack rashly, not only will their identities be exposed, but they will also worry about their lives.

He has awakened the powerful alien fire spirit, and unexpectedly awakened the thunder spirit, this trip to the flame has been a complete merit, a lot of profits, and then coveted the spirit treasure, it was already greedy, thought about it for a long time, and decided to wait and see what happened.

This spiritual treasure is obtained by people who are destined, and it cannot be forced, so it should be increased here.

Touching the bulging waist bag, Xue Buyu's mind flew up, there are these things, it's enough!

Heaven is ruthless and affectionate, and monks who seek immortals against heaven must also conform to the will of heaven, and cannot be forced.

Everything is natural, the Tao is natural, improve one's own luck, calm the mind, and cultivate the mind before cultivating the Tao, which is the foundation.

Xue Buyu had already let go of his attachment, like an outsider, he took out a few pieces of roast beast meat from the storage bag, and threw them into his mouth, while watching with great interest as the group cultivators fought for me, so happy.

That Meteorite Sect is not a first-class sect in the Flame Empire, and the sect master Bi Luo swept the dust all over the audience, and it was difficult to meet opponents, and he stood out.

The rest of the sects and a few scattered cultivators were under heavy pressure, and they suddenly joined forces without warning and launched a strong attack on him together.

For a time, the white dust and soft lines flying in the sky lit up with a faint glow in this world, colorful and full of spiritual power.

The Qingwei Sect Master was dressed in a brown robe, holding a long sword carved from stone, and the thick and condensed cyan flame was in the shape of a crescent moon, constantly breaking through the dust blockade and bombarding towards Beiluo.

Belo smiled coldly on his face, the crescent flame that seemed to be powerful and powerful was like a toy in his eyes, and the left hand that had been carried on his back in order to pretend to be chic lifted forward, slowly stretched out, and gently pressed towards the incoming flames, and the Dao flames that roared in mid-air were all dispersed "poof".

The Sect Master of the Qingwei Sect had a solemn expression, and his righteous and awe-inspiring eyes showed a ruthless edge, ready to show his true ability to fight, otherwise, he would make this Meteorite Sect of the Flame West Hammer underestimate!

He held the sword in his right hand across his chest, chanted a spell in his mouth, and slowly slashed across the sword in front of him with his left hand, and the long sword that shone with fierce light suddenly emitted a brilliant brilliance, and a layer of dark cyan flames slowly steamed up on the surface.

The flames were pure and shattered, exuding bursts of surging heat, even if they were dozens of feet apart, they could still feel the disturbing aura of destruction in the flames, the cyan firelight flickered and fluttered, and the green robe old road that reflected the solemn color in the usual days had a bit of hideous color.

When the old way urged the fire sword, the remaining monks were not idle, a strong loose cultivator with a bare upper body and only wearing shorts held a zhangliu machete in one hand, and held a huge shield with a faint yellow light and a wolf poured on the surface in the other, and rose to the sky, roaring in his mouth, like a red light rushing towards the back of Beiluo.

At the same time, several middle-aged Daoist people in fluttering robes had their hair scattered in buns, and their black hair fluttered up under the drumming of the spiritual power around them, blasting out their violent power towards Beiluo.

At the moment of the great enemy, Belo, who was surrounded by wolves, could not see the slightest panic on his majestic face, and there seemed to be a little flame swaying in his eyes that were as cold as ice and snow, and there was a slight smile on his face.

The smile was seen in the eyes of Xue Buyu in the distance, but it was a confident and heroic feeling that regarded the heroes as a local chicken and a dog, and watched him quietly dissolve the group of heroes like waves crashing on the shore, wave after wave of attacks, and suddenly had a good impression of him in his heart, and he felt a little sympathetic.

Bei Luo naturally didn't know that Xue Buyu secretly stretched out his thumb to him in the dark, his face was full of envy, at this moment, he was in the center of everyone's bombardment, and he was secretly bitter in his heart.

The Flame Empire relied on heaven and earth to bestow this abyss, and there were many cultivators, and the overall strength was a cut above the Blue Dragon Empire.

As the first-class sect in the empire, the Meteorite Sect is located in the north of Zhongguang Mountain, and its sphere of influence is even more enveloped in Zhongguang Mountain.

As the contemporary sect master, except for those old monsters in the sect who don't care about the world and are bent on seeking immortals, their strength is top.

He is proud of himself, holds his identity and strength, and does not take other sects in his eyes.

At the moment, this group of monks, fighting alone, he can easily defeat any of them, but when this group of ants gathers in one place to challenge his authority, the ant colony becomes a pack of wolves, and if he is not careful, he will be doomed, not only will it be difficult to find spiritual treasures, but also worry about his life!

But if you try your best to kill all these people, then the Falling Star Sect will become the target of the Flame Empire's cultivator world, and at that time, no matter how much development there is, just dealing with the retaliation of these sects will make the Falling Star Sect tired to deal with.

At that time, the Falling Star Sect will be attacked on all sides, and the lives of the outgoing disciples will not be guaranteed, and without the growth of follow-up strength, the Falling Star Sect will also be lost to everyone, and it will be difficult to escape the end of annihilation.

He can only pretend to be calm as water on the surface, and his heart has already been filled with strong irritability and anger, how can this group of people be like flies, "buzzing" around people, without stopping, he is really afraid that he will not be able to control one of them, and he will slaughter all of them.

He planned for others in his heart, but the sect master of the Meteorite Sect, who could only look up to him on weekdays, finally seized an opportunity to fight him today, and these slightly weaker sect masters were all excited, exerting thirteen points of their strength to bombard Beiluo indiscriminately.

The sect master, who is not much different from the Falling Star Sect, is also sharpening his sword at this moment, ready to cut him off his horse and establish his sect's great reputation in the Flame Empire. In the midst of the frantic attacks of this group of sect masters who were like eating Xiaoyao Pills, now they are just defending wholeheartedly, and they no longer care about pretending to be elegant, thinking about anything else.

Seeing that Beiluo was in danger and seemed to be crumbling, Xue Buyu secretly cried out in his heart for this great power, such a person with such a beautiful demeanor and excellent martial arts was actually jealous and attacked by a group, did these monks of the Flame Empire not know what shame was?

However, out of righteous indignation, he looked down on the so-called group cultivators, and he only fought for Belo in his heart, and if he wanted to make a move, it was absolutely impossible.

Later, I put myself in my shoes and felt that the group cultivators were forced to do this.

In front of the coveted Lingbao, the weak temporarily form an alliance to eliminate the strong, which is also a way of survival.

As soon as he thought through it, he watched it more energetically, constantly pondering the spells of those people, the choice of attack timing, and observing, which was also very rewarding.

Finally, Beiluo was cornered, and the group of cultivators who were eyeing him saw that he was already in danger, and their faces all showed excitement, and they just wanted to seriously injure him or kill him in one go.

One less of the strongest, the more hope there is when the spirit treasure is in hand.

The people around the angry Berona were all overjoyed when they saw that they were in danger, and their momentum soared, and their patience was also to the limit.

With one move, he forced back the few people who were besieging him, flashed to a safe place, and glanced at the group cultivators with a calm look, his face sank like water, "Since you don't care about the feelings of the same clan and want to die in the poor way, then the poor road is not welcome!"

Hearing this, several monks laughed and pointed at him and talked about it.

"Sect Master Beiluo, you have arrived at this place, it is better to hurry back to the mountain gate, so as not to fall unfortunately. ”

"The Falling Star Sect has a great cause, and there is no shortage of these or two spiritual treasures, so let us the treasures that were born this time!"

"Sect Master Beiluo really has a great demeanor, even if his legs and feet are not good, his kung fu is the best in the world!

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The tiger fell in Pingyang, the dragon swam in the shallows, and all the cultivators thought that he was cornered, and he couldn't turn up any wind and waves, so he was sneering and sneering to comfort the resentment that was suppressed on weekdays!

"You guys?~"

Seeing that everyone didn't know whether they were alive or dead, they were still provocative, and they tried their best to mock them, and Belo was not hiding, and with a shake of the dust, thousands of white fine lines flying out like a tide slowly faded and disappeared into invisibility.

He put away the dust and offered a white gold disc with a milky sheen.

The disc was shot, and there was a hazy white like water mist around it, and the glow outside it flickered, and the colors fluttered, and it was also a spiritual treasure.

Seeing this, all the cultivators were shocked, and subconsciously took a few steps back, looking at Belo suspended in mid-air, shrouded in the glow, like a god descending to earth, majestic and inviolable.

"It turned out to be a spiritual treasure born eight hundred years ago, Luoshui. ”

"It is rumored that this treasure is unstoppable. What should I do now?"

"I can't imagine that the spirit treasure of eight hundred years ago fell into the Falling Star Sect, Sect Master Beiluo, your Falling Star Sect's appetite is inevitably too big. ”

Just when everyone's hearts were retreating, a voice suddenly sounded, "Everyone, this matter can no longer be good, even if we withdraw, with the Falling Star Sect's domineering behavior, we will be held accountable in the future." That being the case, it's a big deal to fight to the death. ”

"That's right, this fellow Daoist is reasonable, urging the spirit treasure is extremely consuming spiritual power, why don't we go together, see how long he consumes energy?"

"Fellow Daoists, if the spiritual treasure this time still falls into the hands of the Falling Star Sect, what will happen to this Flame Empire and our other sects in the future?

A few voices, although there are not many words, but they arouse the ambition in the hearts of the sect masters, the sect is flourishing in their own hands, what a majesty, how brilliant!