"Qiankun Wuji, the sword is coming!" This vicissitudes of Taoist priesthood, the light of the trick was leading, the spiritual light was brilliant, and the flying sword rushed into the foot with him, rushed into the hole with his brush, and disappeared.

"It's too slow! Look at me. At this time, another nameless Yuan Infant cultivator who was in the midst of the big battle shouted in a hurry, this person is less than forty or thirty, with a handsome face, unkempt, and a coarse linen cloth, he is also a sword cultivator, but his sword is flying out of the sky, the light is shining, and the trick is wide open and closed, it looks like a wild cultivator, but it is extremely extraordinary.

At this moment, he was solemn, the light in his hand flashed, and there were five flying swords pierced out of the sword bag, flashing with spiritual light, dazzling and bright, connecting the front and back in a line, attacking Wang Chuan The prohibition they were attacking.

The Yuan Infant cultivator made a move, naturally extraordinary, the sword light was like a comet outside the sky, flickering and disappearing, and the visions were repeated.

"Boom, boom, boom!" The prohibition was violently attacked, and the entire cave house trembled, and after a while, a gap appeared in the prohibition, but it began to heal again.

It was too late to say that it was too late, Wang Chuan was surrounded by spiritual light, and the starlight was shining densely, and his mind moved, and the strong mana in his body transformed the sword element, poured into the golden seal, and shook his hand to make a blow, and the starlight sword qi was dazzling and powerful.

"Huh?" Several Fighting Yuan Infant cultivators on the altar were suddenly startled, Wang Chuan cultivated to the level of the Jiedan, and his means were powerful, which attracted their attention.

"Bang!" The ban finally couldn't withstand the attack, and Huo Ran opened the hole, revealing the hazy passage inside, and at the end of the passage, there was a strange light.

"Little brother, yes!" the monk in coarse linen robe exclaimed with appreciation.

"Rush!" a group of cultivators frantically poured in.

Wang Chuan nodded at the coarse linen clothed Yuan Infant cultivator, and immediately entered the cave.

This underground palace road was opened, and the remaining cultivators all entered, and at this moment, only the Qin clan and Ye family cultivators above the altar remained, as well as the remaining few Yuanying cultivators.

"I won't fight with you!" The coarse linen cultivator decisively did not love to fight, six sword lights circled around his body, protecting him, and rushed into this underground palace passage, leaving the last nameless Yuan Ying Zhenren, facing the group of enemies, he didn't dare to fight, and after a little consideration, he rushed into the underground palace passage on Wei Wushuang's side.

Ding Mengzhen also played a ceiling and escaped into the underground palace passage on Wei Wushuang's side.

The remaining Qin clan and Ye family were silent for a while.

At this time, the Ye family's gun cultivator suddenly said thoughtfully: "Big brother, where does that little monk seem to have seen it, what do you think?"

"Which person?" the middle-aged Confucian was immersed in grief, and when he heard this, he couldn't help but ask casually.

"I said that the young cultivator who emitted the spiritual power of the star light just now has a very familiar face, like a monk who killed Haotian. The tall and thin gun-wielding cultivator became more and more sure.

"What? Don't say it sooner!" Hearing this, the middle-aged Confucian suddenly turned around, a pair of cold eyes, flashing with hatred, Haotian was his most beloved child, and he was killed.

"Now that I think about it, the more I feel that it is very similar, that young man is Wang Chuan, the person who killed Haotian in the War Pavilion. "Tall and thin cultivator, affirmed.

"Let's go, I can't let him go!" The middle-aged Confucian scholar didn't look back, and immediately rushed into the passage where Wang Chuan was.

The tall and thin cultivator of the Ye family confessed to the Qin clan, and then followed.

The rest of the Qin people looked at each other, who Wang Chuan was, they didn't know, but they were extremely concerned about the combat power that Wang Chuan showed just now.

At this time, in the passage, Wang Chuan was following behind the group of cultivators, trailing his tail, and it was his usual style to keep a low profile.

"It's so strong that the aura fluctuates, and the fragrance refreshes people's hearts. Wang Chuan suddenly smelled a strong fragrance.

Not only him, but many cultivators had smelled it at this time, this was a very old miraculous medicine issued by the spirit grass.

"Babble, babble, babble!" Suddenly, within the sea of Wang Chuan's divine wheel, the small spirit tree, which was originally silent and turned into a ball of light, suddenly let out an urgent call, restless, it smelled the aroma of food, extremely delicious.

Wang Chuan immediately went to appease and told the little tree spirit that he would fetch it for it, and the little tree finally returned to its tranquility, but from time to time it sent longing soul sounds.

Following the spiritual incense, turning a corner, his vision was open, and he saw a large group of cultivators stopping here, there was a large transparent crystal wall on top of this underground palace cave mansion, and the sunlight poured in without hindrance, sprinkling on a medicinal field.

This kind of arrangement must have been done by the Qin family, the royal family of Shu State, who did not hesitate to spend huge financial resources to create this medicine garden.

There is only one kind of spiritual grass in the medicine field, all of them are Yiling grass, the aura of the plants is compelling, far from the kind above the banquet, these medicinal ages are far more than a hundred years, Wang Chuan takes a closer look, this medicine field has a radius of thirty zhang, the medicine field is divided into sections, this is the outermost one, there is a small piece of medicine field not far away, there are a few Yiling grass left, there are a large number of pieces of being picked away, and the rest is also flowing Linghui, emerald green and magnificent, delicate, more precious, flowing powder.

At this moment, this medicine courtyard was shrouded and protected by a protective formation, and many cultivators gathered outside, all eager and greedy.

Wang Chuan's eyes were cold, it seemed that he had no choice but to raise his profile today, the little tree spirit was now at an important juncture in its evolution, and he needed to make up for it, so he had to take the initiative to get this heaven and earth spirit extract for it.

At this time, someone couldn't bear it anymore, and one shouted: "The value of the Yiling grass is extremely great, these Yiling grasses are even more extraordinary, how about everyone break the protective array here?"

Someone starts, and there are naturally people.

"Good!" agreed.

Wang Chuan squinted at the stars, and also joined in bewitching.

"Okay, I'll do it first. Everyone prepares, and then attacks together, trying to break it in the shortest possible time. "The man who started with a long face, a beard on his chin, a pair of slender and twinkling eyes, and a pick-up box on his back, the upper end of which could be opened for easy access.

After finishing speaking, the bearded man's hand was light, and the flying sword in the sword box rushed out, the silver light flickered, and the sword momentum turned and rushed towards the protective array.

"Bang!", the flying sword hit the guard, causing a loud noise.

The flying sword rolled back, and the light of the protective array flashed, and there was a trace of ripples, and it returned to normal in a few moments.

The protective array was strong, and when the other cultivators saw this, they didn't say a word, they all sacrificed their own magic weapons, attacked the protective array, Wang Chuan hid in the rear and replaced the dragon moon wheel, extinguished the treasure light, joined it, and bombarded the protective array.

For a while, the spiritual waves were agitated, and the roar continued, I don't know where the disciples of the Qin clan went, and no one pursued them?

Wang Chuan was bombarding, but he was somewhat restrained, he suddenly realized that someone was coming behind him, it was the two cultivators of the Ye family, Wang Chuan's eyes glanced at it, and he was silent, but then the middle-aged Confucian of the Ye family, and another gun-wielding cultivator, saw Wang Chuan, and he did stop immediately, and his face was not good.

Wang Chuan's spiritual sense was keen, and he sensed that something was wrong, and he withdrew the dragon moon wheel, and his own exercises protected his body, and the stars were shining.

"What's the matter with the two of you?" Wang Chuan said coldly.

The middle-aged Confucian stared at Wang Chuan, and asked expressionlessly, "Your name is Wang Chuan, a disciple of Taixuanmen?"

Wang Chuan Nahan, at this moment, he suddenly thought of something, in his memory, he had openly killed a person in the Battle Pavilion, that person was a disciple of the Heavenly God Sect, named Ye Haotian, who was killed by himself with one blow.

Thinking of this, Wang Chuan's heart sank, the secret road is really narrow.

"That's right, if you don't change your name, you can't change your surname, Wang Chuan is also!" Wang Chuan admitted.

After finishing speaking, Wang Chuanlong's spine shook, the big lock immortal ring around his body accelerated, the mana around his body was overflowing, the spiritual mist was steaming, and he locked the two of them with a pair of starry eyes, concentrating on vigilance.

When the middle-aged Confucian scholar and the tall and thin Ye family with guns saw Wang Chuan's actions, they instantly understood that this young man was the kid in the War Pavilion, who killed his own son and nephew back then and drifted away.

"Hmph! Kill to pay for your life!You know why we are looking for you!" said the middle-aged Confucian Senran, a pair of deep eyes locked on Wang Chuan.

Wang Chuan Shi Shiran smiled, looked at the two, and said, "I thought that the War Pavilion would be able to settle this matter, but I didn't expect to make an enemy, it's really a wish." You're going to kill me?"

"You can still laugh, just a monk of Jiedan, you are so bold that you are not small!" the half-step middle-aged Confucian squinted his eyes.

Wang Chuan's thought moved, the dragon moon wheel emitted a divine glow, turned the brilliance, his eyes were cold, and said: "Young master, I have something to do, if you want to do it, be sharp, don't talk nonsense." ”

When the middle-aged Confucian heard this, his breath was cold, and he said, "Take him!"

The gun-wielding cultivator was already ready to attack, and when he heard this, the silver spear shook, and the tip of the spear emitted a spiral energy, and the spiritual power condensed a little, locked Wang Chuan, and killed.

Wang Chuan heard the wind and got up, swiped under his feet, and saw the seven-colored light flash in turn, and the whole person instantly got out in a hazy way, and at the same time, the dragon moon wheel roared and circled out, slashing through a long rainbow, attacking and killing the gun-wielding cultivator.

"Old Seven, be careful, this kid is weird!" The middle-aged Confucian scholar has the ability to complete the battle in the late stage of the Yudan, and his spiritual sense is extremely keen, and he senses that Wang Chuan is unusual, and it seems to be very dangerous.

The dragon and moon wheel are like a long rainbow through the sun, the silver spear dragon enters the abyss, and the two sides just fought, showing strong combat power.

Zhou Wei's cultivators retreated one after another, for fear of being affected, and at the same time, they also showed shock, the battle between life and death of cultivators in the Dan stage was also rare.

At this time, the middle-aged Confucian suddenly let out a long roar, raised his right arm, and pointed like a sword, the white light flashed between them, and his slender flying sword moved with a roar, turning into a flash of light, stabbing at Wang Chuan.

The seven-color halo array at Wang Chuan's feet was uninterrupted, flickering and rippling, and the whole person came and went like a dream, as if walking between the stars, floating wonderful, the dragon moon wheel and Wang Chuan's mind were one, and the blood refining treasure turned into a golden light, and it was as fast as if it had broken through the space.

"Qiang!" the dragon moon wheel knocked the slender flying sword, and at the same time met the silver dragon spear shadow that killed again.

"Bang, bang!" the shadow of the silver dragon spear collapsed, and the silver spear appeared.

The middle-aged Confucian suddenly moved in his heart and was furious.

"I see, you killed the third child. ”

Wang Chuan concentrated on the enemy, and suddenly said this, shyly showing a row of white teeth, and smiled harmlessly.

He understated: "Yes, it is contemptible. ”

"Damn you! I'm angry!" This time it was the seventh elder of the Ye family, a master spear cultivator, the treasure gun in his hand shook, the spirit flowed, and the tricks became dreamy and rapid, turning into several gun shadows, and shooting together.

"Kill him, ten thousand corpses!" The middle-aged Confucian roared, and there was no longer a Confucian indifferent temperament, and he became hideous.

The slender flying sword was triggered by the light of the jue, and the light flashed, turning into twenty-four sword lights, juxtaposed like a disk, like a sword wheel, from top to bottom, slaughtering.

Wang Chuan let out a long roar, the light flashed under his feet, and he dodged again, and the dragon moon wheel turned into eighteen phantoms, like stars falling, circling and bombarding the two.

The sword disc fell to the ground, and the flying stones were shot into the air, and the shadow of the gun swept by, and the cave wall was full of holes.