Ying Zhen looked at the eldest disciple with a heartache, the fifth order of the Heavenly Transformation Blood Realm had already touched the bottleneck of the sixth order. He also practiced a variety of stunts, and his combat power was very good. If the Demon Insect can kill it, it must not be an ordinary Blood Transformation Realm Demon Worm.

"Let's go down, practice the incarnation technique well, and I'll discuss it with the Spirit Ancestors."

Batian was helped up by his senior brothers, and walked out of the Spirit Pavilion step by step.

"You Lingxuan can have a high opinion."

All the Lingxuan were silent, when they reached this realm, how could they deal with the blood-turning generation, they would be laughed at by all the clans in the Spirit Realm.

"Among the peers, can there be any stronger ones?"

The spirits were still silent. Batian is the leader of his peers in the Blood Transformation Realm, he has been defeated, who still has such combat power.

Joy sighed, it was. Now that the descendants of the spirit race are withering, the spiritless can take on the heavy responsibility.

"Master Fu, there is a Lingxuan outside the pavilion who asks to see you."

"Missing". Ewing that has the heart to meet guests. Funei Lingxuan is here, and he is begging for food from outside.

"Lord Fu, he wants me to give this thing to you." Lingwei timidly lifted an object above his head.

Seeing that the master of Fu did not refuse, Wen Ming escaped to the front, took the token and gently placed it on the desk.

Ying Zhuo lowered his head and rubbed his brain, this thing was too nerve-wracking. He had already seen the tokens of the people who came. It was a "Three Swords Spirit Card", and in the Spirit Domain, there was only one place with this card. But this card can't be taken!

"Ladies and gentlemen, retreat to the peak of the perched forest, and guard the Sky Cliff and the Moses Cliff. Let's all retreat!"

Ling Xuan saw that the master of Fu was not in a good mood, so he didn't dare to discuss it and dispersed in a hurry.

When the spirits came out of the pavilion domain, Ying Zhen raised his head. "Where is the envoy"?

"Qilai Peak".

"Well, at midnight, I'll go see the envoy."

"Farewell"! Looking at the back of the spiritual priest, his brows lowered. "Cadre, what do you think"?

"The master ......". The cadre spirit said, and a ghostly smile appeared on the face of the second spirit.

A faint fragrance of lotus caresses the night, and under the illumination of the double moon, the delicate lotus flowers are faint, as if they have been washed.

The slender figure strolled among the moon shadow flowers, leaning slightly and smelling the faint fragrance of dew.

Falling into the valley, he looked at the shadows of the moon among the flowers in a daze. When did Qilai Peak have such a view?

The blunt jun gently raised the collected pollen, and the powder in the sky was fluttering all over the airspace, sparkling into the night. She likes lotus flowers, and every time she stands here, she can think of the pond in Mofu when she was in the puppet realm, where there are even more beautiful lotus flowers than here, and she is not grateful for the four seasons. You can always see a teenager reading by the pool, and hear the sound of a long endorsement.

Ying Zhuang didn't move, quietly looking at the spirit shadow in the lotus. There is so much evil in this shadow, standing far away, you can feel the fierce murderous aura. This scene is so beautiful, and the movie is so pretty. Where does the evil qi come from? By the way, this is the unique temperament of the disciples of the Sword Spirit Palace.

Tens of millions of years ago, in order to find a suitable place to cultivate in a high realm, the spirit clan invaded from the holy realm to the spiritual realm, expanded its territory, and fought everywhere, breaking the original balance of the spiritual realm.

The Spirit Sword Palace is the first spiritual land established by the Spirit Clan. After that, 28 spiritual lands such as Zhongtian, Yueming, Jinghan, Yuchi, and Forgetfulness were established one after another. However, the good times did not last long, the foreign cultivators formed an alliance in Qiankun Mountain and started a war with the spirit clan, after thousands of years of bloody battles, ten spiritual lands were broken one after another, and the spiritual source was sealed by the foreign land, and the whereabouts are still unknown.

In order to preserve the foundation of the Spirit Race, the Spirit Race formed an alliance with the alien race in Qiankun Mountain, broke the soldiers, and accepted three humiliating covenants at the same time:

First, the Spirit Race gave up the study of magic and specialized in foreign magic, turning blood into a realm. Eliminate the trend of a hundred schools of thought.

Second, the spirit clan gave up the casting of spirit soldiers, specialized in the battle respect of the alien race, and turned the honor into a technique. Eliminate the source of spiritual soldier cultivation.

Third, the Spirit Sword Palace can cast spirit soldiers, and when the spirit soldiers are baked, they must be sent to other races for safekeeping, eliminating the source of spirit soldier casting.

After the covenant of Qiankun, the spirit race lost its strength, and it has been in a slump so far, and it has also been at peace with the alien race for tens of millions of years.

There are always some black sheep in the spirit race, unwilling to fall. After the humiliation of the alliance, there was internal turmoil in the Spirit Sword Palace, and a large number of elites fled. Soon after, another spiritual land appeared in the spiritual domain, called the Sword Spirit Palace, this spiritual land, cultivating the magic of the Spirit Clan, casting the weapons of the Spirit Clan, and fighting against the Spirit Sword Palace and the alien race, was called the Judgment Army by the Spirit Clan, hunted and killed everywhere, but could not find where the Spirit Land was.

Jinghan Palace and other eighteen spiritual lands are superficially subservient to the Spirit Sword Palace, and secretly collude with the Sword Spirit Palace, and no one on either side can offend, let alone offend the alien race.

"Efu Lord". Dull Jun turned around and bowed with a smile.

"Oh, the young master is coming from afar, and I can't welcome him from afar, please forgive me." She came back to her senses and returned the salute.

"The master of Fu is the backbone of Jinghan, and he does not refuse life and death in order to fight against foreign races, and the Sword Spirit Palace admires him very much." With the fragrance of lotus, Dull Jun escaped lightly to the edge of the pool.

"The young master has won the award, guarding the spirit clan, where our duty lies."

"That's good, the Sword Spirit Palace wants to know the intention of Jinghan Palace and Wangtian City in this battle." Dull Jun narrowed his eyes and stared at the flickering face.

There was no expression on his face, he understood what the young master meant, but war and peace, it was not up to him to have the final say, and now Qiyue Fuzhi was able to block the foreign land, which was completely supported by Jinghan Palace and Wangtian City, Chuanyun City, Wuliang City and other spirit lands and cities, otherwise it would have been looted a long time ago.

"Young master, the main battle between Jinghan Palace and Wangtian City, there is no peace yet."

Dull nodded. "Okay, please take the order."

Without the slightest doubt, she knelt on one knee in the airspace with her hands outstretched. "Please show it to the young master."

Dull Jun took out the "Three Swords Token". "Palace Master's Message: If you fight, the disciples of the Sword Spirit Palace can help, and the spirit soldiers will enter the Lingfu."

Ying Zhuo took over the "Three Swords Order", and he was cold to the tip of his heart. He understood the significance of the spirit soldier entering the Lingfu. "Please rest assured, the young master, Benfu lives up to the high expectations of the palace master."

"Please, Master Fu, the disciples of the Sword Spirit Palace are stationed at Qitan Peak."

"Please rest assured, if there is nothing else, you will command the war in the next Fuzhong." He put down the "Three Swords Order" and got up to say goodbye.

"Lord Please".

After returning the salute, he escaped into the night of black ink.

When the morning dew is slightly bright, the flickering cloak treads the fog and falls in front of the fu. Looking up at the pale cyan sky studded with a few sparse residual stars, I sighed.

"Master Fu, the envoy of the Spirit Sword Palace has arrived." The cadre will stand in front of the Fu Gate and know the Tao.

"Ask me where I've been"?

"I asked, I said you went to patrol the defense."

"Hmmm"!

Ewing hurriedly stepped into the Fumen Gate and hurried to the front of the Ling Pavilion.

"Father Ling, you're back, that envoy is so good, he almost smashed the dishes and bowls." He was angry, biting his lip, and he looked very hateful.

Ying Zhuo had already thought that such a big event, whether it was the Sword Spirit Palace or the Spirit Sword Palace, someone would come. He's caught in the cracks, and it's not easy to be a two-faced person.

"Special envoy, in the next step, the lord of Qiyue Fufu, the deputy city lord of Wangtian City." He entered the pavilion and hurriedly made a big salute.

In front of him, there was a silver-armored spirit man, with a long face and hands behind his back, pacing back and forth in the pavilion. Seeing Ea Zhuang come in, he slowly turned his head sideways, staring at Eju's eyes with knife-like eyes.

"Lord Efu, you can't do things outside of eating."

The echo is. "Envoy rest assured, alien races are alien races, spirit races are spirit races, I can tell the difference."

"Okay, this envoy is here, it is the order of the Palace Master of the Spirit Sword Palace."

Ewing hurriedly knelt in the airspace.

"The palace master's edict: The spirit clan is mainly defensive, and the covenant between the two clans must not be harmed. The Spirit Sword Palace negotiated with the Demon Insect Clan in a timely manner, and if there was a big fight here, it would be attacked by retreat, and no killing would be allowed."

"Please rest assured, our clan has retreated to Qilin Peak."

"Hmm! The aura of the spiritual realm is solemn, and they can't last long. I don't know what the Jinghan Palace and Wangtian City mean?" The envoy squinted his eyes and aimed at the flapping trees.

"Special envoy, Jinghan Palace and Wangtian City have the intention of training disciples."

"No, the things that have been experienced, do as promised, do not participate in the war, and all the disciples will be sent back tomorrow." When the spiritual priest heard this, he scolded sharply.

The face is difficult to color. "Special envoy, restrain the disciples of Benfu, I have ten layers of certainty, and the disciples of Jinghan Palace and Wangtian City are powerless."

"You don't have to worry about it, someone will take care of it".

"Yes, what else does the envoy command?" Ying Zhuo scolded in his heart.

Lingjian Palace is not a fucking thing, the disciples of Jinghan Palace and Wangtian City are gone, and the disciples of Qiyuefu are still guarding against a fart!

"Let's go down"!

Ying Zhuang withdrew from the Spirit Pavilion and walked towards the other pavilion with a gloomy face.

Ying Ran walked over, and when she saw that Father Ling's face was not good, she didn't dare to ask more, and followed obediently.

"Called dry future".

He entered the Spirit Pavilion, smashed the night crystal lamp in the air with one punch, and sat in the darkness with a huff.

The cadres and Yingran entered the pavilion domain, and it was dark in front of them, and they couldn't see where the master was sitting.

After waiting for a long time, a sigh of relief came out of the darkness. "Cadre, inform the disciples to prevent the withdrawal of troops from Jinghan Palace and Wangtian City, and once there are signs, the disciples of Benfu will withdraw to Miyuan City."

The cadre took a breath and immediately understood that the master of the Fu was trying to preserve his strength and pack up and run away!

"Emo told Wen Ming, Jian Yu, and Batian to pack up and prepare to abandon Fu."

opened his mouth and had no choice but to respond. The Spirit Father has been operating Qiyuefu for tens of thousands of years, and has experienced countless insect tides of all sizes, and there is no defeat in this war, so why should he be withdrawn. Shaking his head, although he didn't know the reason, it must be related to the envoy of the Spirit Sword Palace, he gritted his teeth fiercely, and turned around and walked out of the Spirit Pavilion.

With his back to the throne, the whole person nestled inside, holding his head and silent.

The Spirit Sword Palace is powerful, and the alien race is even greater, and he can't afford to offend. He really wanted to cooperate with him, but without the support of Jinghan Palace, Wangtian City, and the major cities, would the Sword Spirit Palace be able to stop it?

A dark shadow fell into the pavilion.

A stream of blood spurted into his snort. Teng! Leap jumped up, reached out and grabbed the black shadow and pulled it in front of him. "Ask Ming what happened".

"Shi-Fu-, Jinghan Palace and Wangtian City have all withdrawn, and the alien army has come to kill." Wen Ming spat out blood and finished grunting.

It's not good, only then did he remember that he was angry and turned off the battle map and spiritual sense.