Everyone's eyes on the Dao Peak were focused on Wei Cangqiong's body, facing Wei Cangqiong's perverted flame to the extreme, even the two of them who possessed the two magic weapons of the cultivation realm, Shengxiao Zhenren and Tiankue Elder, were a little at a loss at this time. The white sparks cheered at Wei Cangqiong's fingertips, and Wei Cangqiong's strength was reflected in such a faint flame.

But only Wei Cangqiong himself understood that the feeling of danger had become stronger and stronger.

By the time everyone began to feel the irresistible coercion, Wei Cangqiong had been suppressed by the unprecedentedly powerful pressure and leaned down.

"Who the hell has such great power?!" Wei Cangqiong gritted his teeth, unable to figure out who was behind it.

Once again, the Dao Peak was shrouded in dark clouds that covered the sky, and although it was just an ordinary cloud, it seemed to contain a powerful force. High in the sky above Wei Cang's head, dark clouds gradually spread around, revealing a pitch-black space.

To the north of the human realm is a polar ice field, and the "Xuanbing Demon Palace" is built on a thousand-zhang high iceberg. A graceful woman sits in a boudoir full of scent, combing her long, waterfall-like black hair with an ivory comb. Suddenly, the comb broke into two with a "click", the woman's expression was solemn, and she seriously felt the flow of the chaotic heaven and earth aura, and her figure disappeared into the boudoir in a flash, and a burst of incense rolled up in the room.

At the highest point of the palace, the woman stood quietly in the cold wind, looking at the northwest direction of the continent, and muttered to herself: "It seems that that there is the direction of the 'Blue Falling Sky' of the Poor Valley! Who else in the human world can have such great power?!"

"Demon Shadow!" the woman ordered, and a figure that was indistinguishable from reality immediately flashed in the darkness.

"What does the sect master command?" the demon shadow shrouded in black robes stood and bowed, waiting for the woman in front of him to give an order.

"Immediately go to the Poor Valley 'Biluotian', inquire about what happened, and report back as soon as there is news. The woman's crisp voice carried the momentum of looking at the world, and the long black hair blown up by the cold wind rose high, revealing a beautiful face, and Liu Menglian, who can be called the best in the world, is good at winning, the difference is that the woman's eyebrows are too strong, revealing a cold killing aura in the charm.

On the surface of the ice ocean thousands of feet away from the "Xuanbing Demon Palace", a gray-haired middle-aged man stopped on a huge ice floe, watched the movements of the "Xuanbing Demon Palace" from afar, and said to himself: "Ah Yan, such a big thing has happened in the Poor Valley, do you still refuse to leave the 'Sea of Chaotic Desire'?" Shaking his head helplessly, the middle-aged man said to himself: "Anyway, I've been waiting for you for fifty years, since you refuse to come out, why don't I wait for another fifty years." As he spoke, he sat down cross-legged again, and the cold air emanating from the surface of his body was even colder than the bone-chilling ice.

Wumen's "Jiuli Great Witch Spell" was indeed the premier magic technique in the cultivation realm, and Wei Jing felt that the strength in his body was slowly recovering, but another ominous feeling quickly enveloped his heart.

In the sky of Nondao Peak, as the dark clouds gradually spread around, a pitch-black oval space was completely revealed from the clouds, with a coercion from a distant space, shaking the entire human cultivation realm. For a time, in the human world, whether it was the Dao Gate or the Demon Gate, whether it was the Lingshan Great Temple or the overseas casual cultivation, all of them quietly flew to the Dao Peak of the Poor Valley, wanting to find out.

"What the hell is this?!" Everyone on the Dao Peak was in danger, and everyone had a feeling of powerlessness in this pitch-black oval space, and they could only look up in fear.

The oval-shaped pitch-black space suddenly lit up, and a pair of eyes with shimmering purple stars appeared in this pitch-black space. I don't know which disciple on the Dao Peak has heard too much about the legends of the human world, and after exclaiming "Tai Sui's Eye", it immediately caused a commotion.

Wei Cangqiong was directly below the pitch-black space, and those strange purple eyes were tightly locked on him, and even moving became an extravagant hope. "Could it be that the immortals of the upper realm want to deal with me?" Wei Cangqiong felt a burst of anger. Yes, he was angry! Angry, why did the people of the Daomen extend the hatred of thousands of years ago to themselves and Xiao Yanagi, he and Xiao Yanagi were just a coincidence, and they found the magic treasure of the predecessors of the Wu Sect, so they cultivated a whole body of ability, what was wrong with him? What was wrong with Xiao Yanagi? Why did the immortals in the upper realm refuse to let go of themselves!!

Blood gradually flowed out of the seven orifices, and Wei Cangqiong landed on one knee with a "bang" under the huge pain like tearing his body, smashing out a big pit.

As a first-grade immortal, and also the strongest sword immortal among the immortals, Yihai's strength is second only to that of the Immortal Emperor, and the Upper Heavenly Punishment cast by him, even if Wei Cangqiong's cultivation is a hundred times stronger, it will definitely not be able to stop it. With the faint flame essence of Wei Cangqiong's fingertips, how could he travel through the distant space and attack the alien sea far away in the immortal realm!

Sheng Xiao and the others noticed that the master behind this was obviously trying to deal with Wei Cangqiong, and couldn't help laughing, and said proudly and loudly: "Wei Cangqiong, Wei Cangqiong, it's just that your cultivation is too high, and you are jealous of the heavens, and now even the heavens have to clean you up." ”

Wei Jingzhen had already noticed his father's painful appearance, and as soon as he raised his head, he immediately found that in the pitch-black space, within one of the huge purple pupils, a cyan qi sword was fiercely thrust towards the top of Wei Cangqiong's head.

"Daddy-" Wei was stunned, and suddenly a wave of energy suddenly gave birth to his body, and he rushed towards the sky above Wei Cang's head, wanting to intercept the indestructible qi sword.

"Are you going to die?" Feeling the cold that penetrated into the bone marrow behind him, Wei Jing gradually closed his eyes, under the unparalleled power of the Qi Sword, even if he had the "Heavenly Death Stone", I am afraid that he would be stabbed through the heart.

After a long time, Wei Jingzhen felt a heat on his face and opened his eyes......

"Not dead?!" Wei used all his strength, thinking that he was going to fall badly, but he was being held in his arms by a person.

"Stinky boy, you are my Yuanxu's disciple, but you must not do stupid things!" Yuanxu was guarding the disciple in front of him with his thin body, and the unstoppable blood was dripping from the corners of his mouth and chest onto Wei's stunned face.

"Old man, ...... you" Wei Jingzhen only felt a "buzz" in his mind, and it was blank in an instant, he couldn't think of anything, and he couldn't feel anything.

With a "Ding Dang" sound, two curved thin blades fell to the ground, which was the crescent moon of one of the broken "Yang Leaving the Fire Wheel".

"Uncle Yuanxu!" Lu Qiuda and Xi Fengyu immediately rushed to Yuan Xu's side, just a glance, Lu Qiuda lowered his head. He understood that with such an injury, even an immortal would not live long.

Wei Jingzhen came to his senses at the moment when the "Yang Death Away from the Fire Wheel" fell to the ground, and hugged Yuan Xu's crumbling body with his backhand, his eyes were blinded by tears like a spring, and his trembling voice was mixed with crying: "Old man, don't scare me, you stand up quickly, hurry! " Wei Jingzhen fiercely lifted Yuan Xu's body up, only to feel that his hands were wet and slippery, and when he stretched out to his eyes, he saw that his hands were full of blood.

Wei was stunned and burst into tears, and said loudly: "Old man, why are you so stupid, what are you running here for?!Ahh......h

Yuan Xuan stretched out his hand with all his might, patted Wei Jing's shoulder weakly, and said angrily: "Stinky boy, hehe, you are my disciple of Yuan Xu, if you die, I will be sad old man...... cough cough ...... "After coughing up a mouthful of blood, Yuan Xu's vitality is rapidly draining.

"Don't be upset, stinky boy......! I can't say anything...... It is also a master of surviving the catastrophe, and can ...... You can spell it for ...... Reincarnation and reconstruction...... Ahem, cough ......" coughed again, and Yuan Xu's face suddenly flushed.

Knowing that this was a return to the light, Lu Chuda's eyes in silence also shone with tears.

Yuan Xuan suddenly had strength, pointed to the crescent moon that was broken in two, and said: "I will re-enter the reincarnation humanity with my lifelong cultivation, whether I can continue the fate of you and my master and apprentice, it depends on this 'Yang Death Separation Fire Wheel', you can repair it, maybe you can find my reincarnation! Stinky boy, work hard! Also, help me take care of the 'Chongtianmen'......" patted Wei Jing's shoulder, Yuan Xu's body lost all his vitality, and he was suddenly out of breath.

Wei was stunned and hugged Yuan Xu's body, grief-stricken, and suddenly found that a layer of blue light surged from Yuan Xu's corpse, and a palm-sized Yuan Ying jumped out, surrounded by a curved blue crescent, which was one of the "Yang Death Fire Wheels", Yuan Ying's facial features were clear and thin, but unfortunately he couldn't hear what he was talking about.

Wei stopped his sadness and looked at Yuan Xu's Yuan Shen in surprise. The primordial spirit of Yuan Xuan pointed to the two crescents on the ground, and then was surrounded by a cloud of dark aura, rising into the air, slowly disintegrating into a sky full of light and disappearing.

The pair of purple eyes that appeared in the pitch-black oval space in the sky, quietly staring at Wei Cangqiong, who had escaped, seemed to show a trace of regret, and seemed to be a little excited to try, and then saw that the pitch-black space quickly disappeared into the clear sky like a wound that healed quickly.

Wei Jingzhen still couldn't accept the reality of Yuan Xu's death, hugged Yuan Xu's body tightly, looked up to the sky and howled, and the heaven and earth were filled with Wei Jing's sad voice.