Xue was silent and independent, alone on the periphery of the crowd, thinking that he was quietly ingesting the essence of heaven and earth, but the gorgeous and shocking scene had been deeply imprinted in the hearts of those monks.

Although the monks were trying to rein in the red fire spirit at the moment, they had already developed a sense of resistance, or rather, jealousy, towards this mysterious stranger.

Our poor baba is one or two to close, you kid is playing the river into the sea, people have been busy for so long, it can't withstand your blink of an eye, this, it's so unfair!

The dissatisfaction slowly grew, and everyone looked at Xue Buyu's eyes with some ill intentions, but the scene was too magnificent, they couldn't figure out the details of Xue Buyu, and they didn't dare to act rashly for a while, no one wanted to be the first bird, if this person was not easy to provoke, wouldn't it be self-defeating?

The power of the pillar of fire falling from the sky slowly dissipated, and the red pillar of light was slowly turning into a faint gold, and when the color changed, the astonishing temperature was also slowly dropping, until the surroundings were no longer hot, on the contrary, there was a slight coolness.

"Is this the end?"

Xue Buyu, who was waiting for the treasure to be born, looked at your pillar of light with a slight glow with some disappointment.

After such a big movement, the treasure still has no intention of being born.

At this time, a wave of anxiety, anticipation, and fanatical aura had quietly appeared on everyone, everyone looked at the pillar of light excitedly, the muscles on their faces twitched slightly because of tension, and the body reflecting the pillar of light had trembled slightly because of excitement.

"Hum~"

The cold moonlight pierced the mountain ridge sprinkled with heavy fog in the middle of the night, and a lonely cold half moon appeared in the pale blue sky, surrounded by stars arching, and below was an abrupt and unusually quiet volcanic group, in the moonlight, the mountains were stacked, and a thousand peaks towered.

Dao Dao Sanskrit sound fluttered out from the place where the pillar of light in the sky met with the sky, and a hazy golden mist fell from the sky, like a golden fog shrouded the abyss for more than fifty miles.

The once pitch-black entrance to the abyss has been tempered with a red color by the rolling heavenly fire, and the golden smoke around the thin and transparent pillar of light is like a downward dragon, heading around the pillar along the entrance of the abyss.

After the gold entered the abyss and illuminated the interior of the abyss piece by piece, when the thunder and lightning Taiji diagram formed by the red current came into contact with the golden smoke, it emitted ten thousand red lights, and through the entrance of the abyss, the sky was dyed bright red.

The golden smoke was divided into two strands, converging into two golden dragons, and with a whistling life, they rushed into the yin and yang fish of the Taiji diagram.

The yin and yang fish confronted each other under the impetus of the smoke, and the speed became faster and faster, and finally gathered in one place in the Sanskrit song in the sky.

The fused yin and yang fish turned into an empty pool of warm light, and the golden Dao scales slowly rippled and fluctuated.

In the brilliant streamer, a point of blazing power suddenly slowly appeared from the pool of light, and the light was so bright that from the moment it appeared, it suppressed the light in the pool.

It was as if it came from another world, and with a monstrous momentum that suppressed all things, it slowly rose in the pillar of bright light surrounded by golden energy, and rose all the way out of the abyss, glowing with a seductive attraction under the vast night sky, making all the monks stunned, saliva splashing, and only one thought in their minds, to take it for themselves.

In the face of this extraordinary attraction, the monks who were usually sanctimonious had red eyes, and they forgot about Xue Buyu's evil act of wantonly plundering the essence of the fire spirit, and all of them rushed towards the point of light suspended in mid-air.

Xue Buyu had never seen such a treasure of heaven and earth, and felt the stirring slow rhyme in the sky, and his heart was extremely hot and excited.

"If this is taken back to the mountain, it will be a treasure of Zhenguan! Even if it can't be used, it will be extremely commemorative as a unique ornamental item of the Blue Dragon Empire! After all, this is a spiritual treasure that comes out once in eight hundred years of the Flame Empire!"

The surroundings of the Lingbao that exuded a tempting message were already filled with gunsmoke, and the sky was full of spells bombarding each other.

There are no friends, no feelings, no morality, no ethereal virtues of courtesy, and there is only one thought in everyone's hearts, "This is mine!"

The intimate relationship between friends and old acquaintances who were still polite to each other has long been broken, and at this moment, they are serving each other with their best techniques, hoping to send each other to reincarnate as soon as possible; strange, hostile, and emotionally conflicted, it seems that at this moment, it is not for the sake of fighting for the spiritual treasure, but for the sake of taking the other party's life and desperately attacking.

The spirit treasure was like a young girl, causing the Flame Empire's dust-leaving monks to hate each other, and they all tried their best to get the beauty back.

In the face of many monks who were already a little crazy, Xue Buyu was also a little impatient, but forcibly suppressing the throbbing in his heart, he slowly retracted his breath and hid it, staring at the dozens of monks flying like goshawks in the sky with his eyes.

Obviously, there are nearly 100 monks, at this moment, dozens of people have died, and many monks who are still fighting fiercely seem to feel that they have no hope of winning the treasure, so they leave the battlefield in a hurry, and they are unwilling to leave, hiding from a distance of several miles away to stare at the battle situation and recover their spiritual power.

In the battle, a middle-aged man dressed in a royal blue fire-patterned robe was knocked off by his opponent in the moonlight, and his head was cut off with a golden crown, and his long red hair danced in the wind, like a madman.

Opposite him were three old Taoists in brown robes, and the three of them looked like they were from the same sect.

But in the face of this great temptation, the friendship between the same people seems to be a little weak, and the three of them face a strong enemy at the same time, and they are still wary of each other.

The middle-aged man in the royal blue robe stood on top of the void, looked at the three people who were glaring at him angrily below, turned his head sideways to dodge a cloud of green flames attacking from behind, and with a casual blow, the sneak attacker in the cyan robe screamed and turned into a piece of charcoal, fell to the ground, and shattered.

Another Taoist in a green robe felt a sharp pain in his heart when he saw the tragic death of a fellow disciple who had been seeking the Tao together since childhood, but this feeling was only in the blink of an eye, and he rushed towards the spiritual treasure again.

As the figure leaps forward, many monks want to catch the light and shadow, but there is always a fraction of a difference, and countless manic spells with the breath of death always threaten someone's life when he is about to succeed, forcing him to dodge.

So, although they have been fighting for a long time, no one has ever touched that crazy treasure!

The blue-robed middle-aged man gently swept the dust forward in his hand, and the seemingly ordinary front stage suddenly released a bright light, and thousands of delicate and soft white ponytail manes turned into countless slender white lights.

The white light beats flexibly, the speed is extremely fast, and the dense sky is overwhelming, and there seems to be a formation between the white lights that circle and layer each other, and the three green-robed veterans can't get out, they have been entangled by the white light, their limbs are tightly bound, and they can't move in a hurry.

"Little ghosts of the Blue Flame Sect, how dare you come to rob this treasure that has the power to penetrate the heavens and the earth? ”

The blue-robed person was in mid-air, with a faint white light all around him, his eyes were deep, his big sleeves were fluttering, and his indifferent expression was that he didn't pay attention to the three people of the Blue Flame Sect at all.

Seeing the other party's contemptuous expression, the green-robed Daoist who looked the oldest was still calm and unimpressed, while the old Daoist on the left, who looked like a lion, had all his hair and beard, his eyes were like copper bells, and he roared at the blue figure above: "Beiluo, you are rampant!"

He looked down at the countless silk threads that were wrapped around his body like spider webs, and cyan flames erupted around his body with a "bang".

The fierce cyan flames suddenly appeared, climbing up the bodies of those silk threads with a scorching temperature, and in the blink of an eye, the silk threads that were still flexible and strong turned into countless black ashes and flew up.

In the dust raised, the old man roared and rose from the ground, his hands into claws, and the blue-red flames lingering on them, and he grabbed at Bero's body, and the other two called out "junior brother", destroyed the silk threads around them, and pounced on Belo with the lion-like old way.

This is just a corner of the chaotic crowd around the pillar of light, Xue Buyu hid far away, only listening to the roars, scolding, and scolding endlessly, it is really a revenge with a grudge, a grudge with a grudge, and a grudge without a grudge to take this opportunity to make a grudge against himself.

The humming of swords, the roar of countless hidden weapons, the burning of flames, and the confrontation of spells, not only must beware of those old enemies of the past, but also beware of those strangers who have never met before, in this game for the purpose of treasure hunting, no one can trust except yourself.

The Lingbao under the night sky is still glowing with a faint aura, and it is impossible to see the original appearance, just like the queen through a screen, watching the ministers under the main hall attack each other for the center of the table, and himself, sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai platform, waiting for the meeting of destined people.

Xue Buyu looked into the middle of the field again, Nabelo didn't know where it was sacred, and a whisk of dust did not fall behind the three people of the Qingyan Sect, and there was a faint intention to suppress the three of them.

The dust was swept lightly, but the wind was tyrannical, during which the sword light and sword shadows, the ghosts cried and howled, under this vision, the three people of the Blue Flame Sect could only take a strong breath, which could block the fierce killing wind.

Bei Luo Zhan's upper hand, his face was solemn, his deep eyes were indifferent and ruthless, looking at the three people who were struggling to support him below, and the rolling sound roared away, "Master Li, our Falling Star Sect and the Blue Flame Sect have no grudges in the past, and there is no enmity in the near future, and this sect master really doesn't want to hurt the lives of the three people." It's better for the three of them to give the old man a face, and leave without participating in the battle for this treasure. ”

He also had some impatience on his face, turned to look at the crowd around him, and was a little anxious in his heart, and looked at the three of them again and said sincerely, "We turn the conflict into a jade silk, and on another day, this sect master will come to the door to thank you for the grace of the three of you today." ”

These three people are the top strength of the Blue Flame Sect, but the strength of the Falling Star Sect is too strong, so with the Sect Master of Beiluo, he can steadily suppress the three of them, and the Sect Master of the Blue Flame secretly pondered to himself, the people from the Falling Star Sect must be more than one person, there must be accomplices watching in secret, secondly, even if he fought with his life to defeat Beiluo, how could he still have the strength to fight for the magic weapon that reached the sky, it was better to take a step back and give each other a face, in the future, maybe he would also get a strong reinforcement for nothing.

Pay attention, Lao Dao took out the momentum of a sect master and glanced at the two junior disciples beside him, seeing that he had resentment on both faces, and stared at the people above with blazing eyes, but he did not refute, and he knew what the two of them thought in his heart.

"Sect Master Beiluo, although the spirit treasure is good, there is a fate to get it, this sect master knows that the fate is shallow, and he has no luck to get this heavenly treasure, so he will leave, and we will meet again in another day. ”

After the old man in the green robe finished speaking, he arched his hand at Beiluo, and actually rose from the ground, fluttering his sleeves like a big peng and floating away, and the two junior brothers also extinguished the thoughts in their hearts, glanced at Beiluo hatefully, followed the senior brother, and slowly disappeared between heaven and earth.