This sword made the five people who were full of confidence and chased after them, their expressions all turned solemn, Wu Shan's eyes were condensed, and he said: "I didn't expect that the girl's cultivation is ......."

Feng Qingge's eyes were calm, and he didn't give Wu Shan a chance to speak again, and the jade technique under his sleeve changed, and suddenly, the silver light flying sword and the sword shadow that were holding it in the sky rotated rapidly, giving birth to a thousand changes.

In an instant, the sword shadows in the sky took the silver light flying sword as the eye, forming a sword array, like a blooming silver plum blossom!

Feng Qing Geyu pointed a little in the air, and this sword shadow Hanmei suddenly gave birth to a cold three-inch sword, and this three-inch sword sword slashed out horizontally in an instant.

This sword, ignoring the protection of blood mist, mountain rocks and folding fans, with an indescribable terrifying speed, seemed to compress the distance of space, seemed to break through the shackles of time, and directly slashed at the five unsuspecting people!

This sword was silent and inconspicuous, but after a single slash, the four monks of the Blood Demon Sect and the Burning Heaven Sect, their old faces became more and more vicissitudes visible to the naked eye, and all of them gave birth to a rotten and rich dead qi, and Wu Shan's handsome and young face also quickly gave birth to many wrinkles.

With this sword, the five monks who had cultivated to the Great Perfection of the Yuan Infant were all defenseless, or rather, they were defenseless at all.

The five of them were all shocked, and they were horrified to find that their own longevity was passing by rapidly at this moment, as if the Heavenly Dao had directly deprived them of a part of their vitality in this moment!

This sword is extremely amazing, it is no longer the magic power of the Yuanying monk, but a means that can only be used by the power of the gods, and this sword is actually the years!

The old woman of the Blood Demon Sect looked at Feng Qingge, as if she saw a ghost god, her longevity was not much, her voice was terrified, and she screamed: "White-haired demon girl! This is...... What a supernatural power!!"

The other three monks of the Blood Demon Sect and the Burning Heaven Sect were also sincerely frightened, their faces were full of horror, they had been cultivating for hundreds of years, and they had never seen a single monk who could use the magic power of time.

The silver Hanmei Sword Array and the folding fan, the mountain stone and the blood mist were still in a stalemate, but Wu Shan's face became more and more solemn, and he was surprised: "This is the Dao intention of entering the power of the gods?

"Impossible! It must be fake! This is an illusion!" An old man from the Burning Heaven Sect felt that he was about to die, and roared incredibly: "Only four years have passed, how can this demon girl step into the stage of entering the gods!"

Another old man from the Burning Heaven Sect calmed down a little, and said incredulously: "The Dao intention of entering the divine power can actually be the years? The Dao of Heaven is ruthless, the years are ruthless, the Dao of the years... This... It's absolutely impossible!"

Wu Shan stared at Feng Qingge from afar, no longer had the slightest intention of underestimating, and said uncertainly: "You have been in the past four years... I realized my own Dao and touched the threshold of the Divine Period?!"

Wu Shan's eyes flickered, his mind deduced, his face suddenly changed greatly, he pointed to Feng Qingge with one hand, and asked, "Your current realm... You're half-stepping into God! You...... You're the missing sect master of the Fenghua Sect!!"

"How is it possible?!" When the old man of the Blood Demon Sect heard this, he said incredulously: "The sect master of the Fenghua Sect, was attacked by Feng Hongyun with all her might, although she disappeared directly and strangely, but she was obviously seriously injured and died, and she will definitely die!"

The five monks who cultivated to the Great Perfection of the Yuan Infant and were high up on weekdays were all frightened by this amazing sword, and they were all shocked for a while.

The panic and questioning of these five people, Feng Qingge turned a deaf ear, turned a blind eye, her eyes were cold, she shot again, raised a pair of jade hands under her sleeves, pinched her hands, and shouted in a low voice: "Cut!"

The sword shadows in the sky of the Hanmei Sword Array merged into the Silver Light Flying Sword one by one in an instant, and the Silver Light Flying Sword suddenly gave birth to a dazzling white light, thick blood mist, fiery red mountain stones, and the folding fan, all of which turned into dust between heaven and earth under the shining white light.

Immediately afterwards, this incomparably small silver light flying sword stood upright in the void, and in an instant, a silver sword light thousands of zhang long was born, and on this sword that could shake the sky, the cold aura emitted was extremely terrifying, and for a while, the color of the sky and the earth changed, and the sun and the moon were lightless.

The next moment, this thousand-foot earth-shattering sword slashed down!

The five of them all had numb scalps, this sword, even if they were all Yuanying Great Perfection monks, they all knew that it was difficult to resist, they didn't want to dodge, but they had been firmly locked, as if they had fled to the ends of the earth, they would be caught up by this terrifying sword.

Moreover, although the pottery bowl magic weapon temporarily trapped Feng Qingge, it also trapped them. Even if these five people wanted to teleport and escape, they were powerless for a moment.

In the nearly forty years that Feng Qingge has returned to the world of the picture scroll, he has initially realized his own Taoist meaning, and has become a monk who has semi-entered the divine period, and the identity of hunter and prey, so he has changed.

In the face of this earth-shattering sword, at the moment of life and death, the four people except Wu Shan, in the midst of lightning and fire, have resorted to life-saving means to press the bottom of the box.

The old man and the old woman of the Blood Demon Sect shot out in unison, biting the tip of their tongues, squirting a few mouthfuls of Yuan Infant essence blood, and then pointed to the sky, each forming a blood-colored vortex of a few inches in size on their fingertips, exactly the same as the divine power of the blood desert.

The two old men of the Burning Heaven Sect, in a frightened and frightened manner, pinched out the same magic with both hands, and together summoned a flame mountain hundreds of zhang high, and the two of them even sprayed a few mouthfuls of natal essence blood and sprinkled it on the raging flames.

Two blood-colored whirlpools that made people feel cold, rushed straight towards the earth-shattering sword rays that slashed in, a mountain of flames hundreds of feet high, manic and majestic, as if it could suppress everything in the world, and it was also a shocking sword that crashed headlong into the slash.

Compared with the four people who looked frightened, Wu Shan, who had figured everything out, had an unusually calm face, he did not use any magical powers to fight back, but took out a piece of sky blue jade pendant with a faint glow from the storage bag and used it as protection.

All this is said slowly, but the attack and defense of the supernatural powers and magic weapons of the two sides are all in a single thought, but in just a few breaths, they have all used their powerful methods.

It was too late to say that it was too late, and this thousand-foot earth-shattering sword, with a terrifying aura that seemed to be able to destroy everything, first cut the two blood-colored vortices in an instant, and then, with one slash, it collapsed the majestic mountain of flames.

Then, under the gaze of the four people who could not avoid it, with extremely desperate eyes, this earth-shattering sword ray, undiminished, slashed down!

Suddenly, the bodies of the four Yuanying Great Perfection Cultivators collapsed together, revealing the four Yuanying villains with extremely frightened expressions inside.

The Yuan Ying of these four people didn't have time to escape at all, and in the panic, under the slash of this earth-shattering sword, they were all shattered into dust.

This terrifying sword made the four primordial old monsters who had lived together for nearly two thousand years all die, and their bodies and spirits were destroyed!

In mid-air, in the world of the picture scroll, Li Nanshan, who was very safe, couldn't take his eyes off it, his heart was shocked, staring at the shocking scene of the outside world, he didn't expect that Feng Qingge would be so strong, this was almost a one-sided situation, she was one person and one sword, as if she could withstand thousands of troops!

This fighting method between the peak monks of the Yuan Infant also unveiled the mystery of Li Nanshan's cultivation as a senior monk.

After a slash, it was originally the five people who came to chase and kill, but at this moment, only Wu Shan was left alive, and the sky-blue jade pendant in his hand, with dense cracks and gray color, had been scrapped.

Wu Shan looked at Feng Qingge, who had gloomy eyes, his face was pale, and he said with palpitations: "Fenghua Sect Master, it's really a good means!"

"This sword, the power in the early stage of entering the god may not be able to take it!"

Feng Qingge's eyes were cold, and he raised his hand to recall the silver light flying sword, and then his figure flashed, approaching Wu Shan, who had survived, she stepped on the void, and was about to take the last person's life, Wu Shan's expression changed greatly, and he quickly said in fear:

"Seniors! I am willing to sacrifice my soul blood, make an oath, follow my predecessors, and only ask my predecessors to spare my life!"

When Feng Qingge heard this, he hesitated for a while, and did not make a direct move, Wu Shan took advantage of this gap, his eyes showed a trace of essence, and suddenly spurted out a mouthful of natal essence blood, and a few clicks of one hand, this mouthful of natal essence blood quickly turned into a blood-colored paper crane.

This blood-colored paper crane seemed to have been psychic, and in the midst of the lightning and flint, it actually began to teleport for a short distance one after another under the seal of the pottery bowl magic weapon.

This body is just a Yuan Infant clone of Wu Shan, not the deity, after he guessed the identity of Feng Qingge, he already knew that he was invincible, so he was in a hurry at this moment, and he made a statement to delay time.

Wu Shan's purpose is to use this blood-colored paper crane to spread the news that the sect master of Fenghua Sect is not dead to the deity and the Taishang Qingtian Gate!

This blood-colored paper crane couldn't stop it, Wu Shan's plan had been accomplished, just when he was about to give up this Yuan Infant clone with the will to die, in the void, somewhere that had been very quiet, there was a sudden fluctuation of spiritual power.

Then, a black streamer flashed out, the seal of this pottery bowl magic weapon was also useless to it, the black streamer was like a primordial monk, teleporting one after another, with lightning speed, straight to catch up with the blood-colored paper crane that wanted to escape, and pierced it alive.

The black streamer was swift and sharp, the blood-colored paper crane was shattered in an instant, and Wu Shan's plan fell short in an instant!

Wu Shan's eyes showed a cold light, staring at the black streamer that was returning quickly, and he saw clearly, it was a dark black kitchen knife!

"Master, kill him directly!Destroy his Zhihai, he wants to pass on the news!!"

Li Nanshan was vigilant, recalled the kitchen knife in his hand, and at the same time appeared from the world of the picture scroll to prevent Wu Shan from summoning the blood-colored paper crane again.

When Feng Qingge heard this, she suddenly woke up, knowing that Wu Shan was just pretentious, and her heart could be punished, her eyes were cold, and the silver light flying sword was cold, and she suddenly slashed forward.

In an instant, a three-inch-long cold sword light seemed to compress time and space, and directly slashed at the eyebrows of Wu Shan, the Yuan Infant clone.

The years are a sword, silent, Wu Shan's vitality is quickly deprived, but after a few breaths, Shou Yuan is already desperate, at the same time, the sea of knowledge in his eyebrows is dim, the sea water is dry, and the memory of this Yuan Ying doppelganger has begun to be confused.

Wu Shan's face was gloomy, he knew that after this sword, not only would the Taishang Qingtian Gate not get any news in return, but even the deity, Wu Shan's true Yuanying Dharma Body, would not be able to know what was happening here.

All the calculations were all in vain, the dying Wu Shan, looked at Li Nanshan standing in the sky, looked at the landscape painting scroll that appeared in mid-air, and said weakly: "If I guessed correctly... The painting ...... It's the supreme treasure we've been looking for!"

"It turns out that it really exists!" Wu Shan's gray face suddenly showed a resentful look, he stared at Li Nanshan deadly, and said hatefully: "Little bastard, it's a big deal for me!"

"Die!"

Suddenly, Wu Shan, who seemed to be powerless, as if he was at the end of a strong crossbow, tried his best to use the last trace of mana in his body, and raised his hand to point at Li Nanshan.

At the same time that Wu Shan's Yuan Ying clone disappeared, in the void, a purple thunderbolt suddenly appeared, slashing straight towards Li Nanshan.