The fifth floor, Xiling.

The six sects reunited, and all the three states of the West and the Underworld arrived.

And the first person to wait here was the Qinghong Prefecture Imperial Sword Sect, and then the leader of the Martial Saint Sect and the leader of the Alchemy Alliance, Cao Hua, followed.

Liu Xiaoyin, who was belated, took a deep look at Cao Hua and returned to the camp.

Then two weak breaths came quickly, intending to seek refuge.

The person who came was the master of the Shadowless Palace, Kong Chao's father, and the head of the Heavenly Weapon Society.

The two were in disarray, their breath was sluggish, and they seemed to be seriously injured.

The momentum of the person behind him is like a rainbow, looking at the world, as if there is no resistance.

The Imperial Sword Sect and the Martial Saint Sect are like facing a great enemy, ready to attack.

After Kong Chaofu and Zhong Yuanying glanced at each other, their expressions were relieved, and they quickly swept towards the camp of the Imperial Sword Gate.

Unexpectedly, there were two magnificent sword lights coming to him.

Kong Chao's father and Zhong Yuanying's expressions changed greatly, and they roared, "If you can save my life, you will swear to die to revenge!"

Liu Xiaoyin's eyes were cold, how could he not know about the other party's plan to lead the water to the east.

Immediately, two more sword lights flashed in.

Kong Chao's father and his eyes showed despair, and they almost collapsed.

Suddenly, a green red sword light slashed towards the majestic momentum behind the two.

The plain and calm words sounded in everyone's ears, "I, Qinghong Daoist, how can I be humiliated?"

Immediately, a shocking crashing sound rang out.

That majestic momentum paused, Kong Chaofu and Zhongyuan Ying looked at each other in a complicated way, and quickly dodged the mana coverage of the person behind him.

The five factions looked solemn and looked at a void.

But after seeing its fluctuations, a handsome figure stepped out in one step, and when it fell again, it came to everyone.

Junyi's figure is no more than the middle stage of Jindan, but the sword qi in his body is comparable to the peak of Jindan.

The person who came was Sima Yuan, who was in the dust.

Everyone's eyes are complicated, especially Kong Chao's father.

They looked at each other and bowed behind the figure.

Oh, under the solemn gaze of everyone, the majestic breath approached, revealing a figure hundreds of feet away from everyone.

Nearly sixty years old, with an old face, gray robe and long hair, and cold eyes.

A mysterious aura enveloped its body, like a divine servant.

His cloudy gaze fell on the handsome figure in front of him, and he said slowly, "Within three breaths, get out of the field of vision." ”

Sima Yuan's expression was flat, and in the pupils of the old figure, a seal was suspended in the air.

The old figure was silent.

Sima Yuan smiled, "Do you think I can kill you?"

The old man's eyes were deep, "If the old man expected, this 'Jun Tianyin' is in the hands of Xiao's seniors, could it be that Xiaoyou is a disciple of his predecessors?"

Sima Yuan waved his hand and said, "I have heard that the Holy Spirit teaches Taoist friends to specialize in the way of incense, coincidentally, Sima is also quite interested in this way, I wonder if the predecessors can teach a thing or two?"

The old figure named Uncle Tai was cloudy, and his eyes drooped.

Sima Yuan took Kong Chao's father and the two of them to retreat suddenly.

Under the exclamation of everyone, a red net was covered in the air.

The crimson net is no more than ten zhang big, but the breath is the same as that of the old figure.

And because of the treacherous power of his power, it did not cause the surrounding spiritual turmoil, and escaped the detection of Sima Yuan's sword sense.

Sima Yuan and the three of them, who had retreated dozens of feet, looked at the place in front of them that was shrouded in a red net, and there was a burst of squeezing sounds, as if the void was scorched.

Sima Yuan's eyes were gloomy, and he said, "Seniors are good means."

If it weren't for the fact that the Excalibur sent out an extreme tremble, he would have almost been captured on the spot.

Uncle Tai's expression was flat, and he recalled the red net, and his breath changed dramatically.

"I look at the breath of Xiaoyou, it seems that I am a Taoist friend of the Zixiao faction, I have always had dealings with the master of Xiao Feng of your faction, and you and I are also very close. In addition, the two behind Xiaoyou killed several elders of my Holy Sect, I wonder if I can hand them over to the old man?"

Kong Chao's father and Zhong Yuanying were full of breath and ready to go.

Sima Yuan turned a deaf ear, stood with his hands in his hands, and looked at Uncle Tai's eyes like a chaotic minister and thief, as if he was displeased, "Xiao Tong is my Zixiao traitor, and since Daoyou has something to do with it, I am afraid that after today, I will go to my Demon Palace." ”

The two behind him were shocked when they heard the sound, and their eyes were complicated.

Liu Xiaoyin of the Imperial Sword Gate had a strange expression, revealing a look of interest, while the Martial Saint Sect was eager to try, and Cao Hua's eyes behind him flickered.

Such a shelter for the people who are attached, could it be that the people of Zixiao are really warm-hearted?

The old figure on the other side was silent for a moment when he heard this, and then let out a long sigh.

Sima Yuan's scalp was numb, and he suddenly said in a deep voice, "You two stand back!"

After Zhong Yuanying and Kong Chao's father glanced at each other, their bodies moved quietly.

But it's not about stepping back.

Zhong Yuan smiled and stood side by side with Sima Yuan.

Kong Chao's father's breath converged and hid in the void.

Three air engines soared into the sky.

After Sima Yuan was surprised, he slowly bowed his head.

Then he turned his head to look at the vast aura that was like an abyss, and it was extremely dignified.

Three vast qi machines within a radius of 100 miles collided suddenly.

In the pupils of the Imperial Sword Gate and the Martial Saint Sect, they heard that the handsome figure was holding a blue and red long sword, and his head was hanging a fist with a big seal, and he ran towards the old figure.

As far as others are concerned, Sima Yuan does not know whether he is alive or dead, and forcibly touching the late stage of Jindan with a mere middle stage of Jindan is tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg.

However, in Sima Yuan's own opinion, the existence of the Holy Spirit Sect was the opponent he had longed for for a long time.

There were too many scruples about playing with Yuan Wei before, and many of his own magic weapons were unwilling to be revealed prematurely for fear of exposing their hole cards.

Now that this Great Protector of the Holy Spirit Sect has come to an end, there is no need to hide it there.

Sima Yuan's eyes were blazing, the golden pill aura rolled out, and the majestic sword aura was in the air.

Under the leadership of the Divine Sword, many surrounding sword qi and sword intent rushed towards Uncle Tai.

The majestic mountains and rivers shake the sky and the earth.

And the Taishu Qi on the opposite side was even better, but he saw that his gray robe was shaking, and an aura of dominating hundreds of miles rolled out.

The clouds roared in all directions, and thousands of thunders shouted for it, and the hearts of the people were shaken.

Behind it, a thousand zhang phantom slowly emerged, and the phantom was ethereal, like a peak tower.

At a cursory glance, there are a total of 19 floors.

Between the layers, it seems that tens of thousands of unjust souls are locked in it, all of them scrambling to struggle outward.

The shadow of the tower shook slightly, and the unjust soul immediately roared and screamed, as if wisps of dark aura rose up, and the fall dissipated.

Looking at its breath again, it seems to have been weakened by a layer, and its vitality has been greatly damaged.

The expressions of the people of the Imperial Sword Sect and the Martial Saint Sect were terrified, and even Liu Xiaoyin was extremely dignified.

He Jun's pupils shrank, "This is the Holy Spirit Sect's Zhen Sect Exercises, the Holy Spirit Tower?"

Liu Xiaoyin's expression was solemn, and he said in a deep voice, "Looking at its breath, it is only one step away from giving birth to the 'Holy Spirit'. ”

The gray cloth behind it suddenly said softly, "It is rumored that this method can be cultivated up to the 'Spirit God Heavenly Realm', and once the 'God Spirit' is born, it is almost equivalent to a Heavenly Realm existence. ”

The expressions of the people of the Martial Saint Sect were complicated, they came from the Western Heavenly Sect's way of refining the body, and the end of their exercises was only to the Yuanying True Realm.

With this alone, this Holy Spirit Sect is more than one step ahead of the Martial Saint Sect.

The peak tower towers into the sky, and the sky is unmatched.

Suddenly, a peak momentum overlooking all living beings suddenly dispersed.

Sima Yuan's pupils shrank, and his whole body stiffened, as if frozen in the air.

A mountain pressure poured down, squeezing Sima Yuan with a hideous face.

Suddenly, a pop sounded in Sima Yuan's ears.

A hundred feet away from the two of them, a phantom shadow fell out of the void, hemoptysis flew upside down, and his breath suddenly fell.

It was the Shadowless Hall Lord Kong Chao who was waiting for an opportunity to attack and kill.

On his side, Zhong Yuanying's face turned red, his breath was disordered, and under a snort, he flew upside down, coughing up blood.

In the rear of the three of them, the Imperial Sword Sect and the Martial Saint Sect were even more like facing a great enemy, and their whole bodies were protected.

After hesitating, after all, he still sheltered Zhong Yuanying and Kong Chao's father.

After the two of them thanked each other, they glanced at Cao Hua.

Immediately, the two of them withdrew their gaze.

Cao Hua's eyes drooped, and he sighed softly in his heart, as if he was stunned.

There are some things that cannot be recovered if they are lost.

The Scattered Cultivation Alliance has been completely divided and disintegrated since today.

However, he said that Sima Yuan asked the divine sword in his hand and swiped forward slightly, and a series of clicking sounds sounded, like the frozen ice surface slowly cracking, and one after another winding cracks flashed quickly.

Sima Yuan jumped lightly and jumped out of his power lock.

A fierce shout suddenly exploded, "Town!"

In Sima Yuan's pupils, the phantom of the Qianzhang Pagoda emitted more than 100 qi machines, and quickly wound towards Sima Yuan.

He snorted coldly, and the seal suspended above his head suddenly shone brightly, and the lying grasping yellow dragon seemed to come to life as if it had been put to life.

The breath reached the peak of Jindan, and in the midst of everyone's surprise and exclamation, the yellow dragon turned into a hundred zhang and roared in the sky.

"Roaring !!!"

Its long beard fluttered, and its huge dragon eyes burst into dazzling eyes, aggressive, and looked at the incoming incense as if it was offended by the majesty of anger.

The mouth of the blood basin suddenly opened, and a force of absorption suddenly appeared, bringing those suspected incense powers into the seal.

A furious shout suddenly came from the Holy Spirit Tower, "Erdare!"

The yellow dragon roared in the sky, his breath became bigger and bigger, and he quickly rushed towards the Holy Spirit Pagoda.

Sima Yuan was in high spirits and excited, and his figure flew by, laughing loudly.

The sword in his hand seemed to be a hundred zhang high, and when everyone was shaking, it suddenly slashed towards the Thousand Feet Holy Spirit Tower.

Like a grasshopper shaking a tree, it is ridiculous and lamentable.

Uncle Tai stood on the spire, looking down with his hands.

Seeing Sima Yuan swing his sword and slash, he lightly pointed forward.

The thousands of souls in the Holy Spirit Tower have found an outlet to vent their anger, and they are spurting out like a tide.

From a distance, Sima Yuan's small figure seemed to be wiped out by the endless souls of injustice in an instant, and not even a trace of waves came out.

Uncle Tai frowned slightly, his sleeve robe flicked again, and another soul tide roared away.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a shock, and his face immediately changed greatly.

The figure was even more abrupt and then retreated.

In an instant, I saw that the thousands of unjust souls outside the Thousand Feet Holy Spirit Pagoda suddenly froze, as if they were suddenly restrained.

Even the panicked retreat all let out a terrible scream.

At this time, an ethereal word that seemed to originate from the nine heavens sounded in everyone's ears,

"Ask God, kill the soul!"

Everyone only heard an inky sword shadow that devoured endless light and gently cut through the sky.

The souls of the four sides trembled in unison, and in the unwilling roars, they exploded with a bang.

With a roar, a handsome figure held an inky black long sword, soaring all the way up, cutting off all the unjust souls.

Until a collision sound was heard in all directions, the Holy Spirit Tower first staggered, then shook and trembled.

Suddenly, in a muffled snort, it silently collapsed and scattered.

Sima Yuan stood with his sword and looked at the falling figure a hundred zhang away.

Both of them were pale and seemed to be evenly matched.

After being silent for a long time, Uncle Tai raised his head to look, but his gaze fell on the long sword in Sima Yuan's hand.

"Good sword!"

Sima Yuan smiled lightly, and after flicking the sword body, a fist-sized beast phantom hovered in front of him.

His eyes drooped, and there seemed to be surprise and relief in his eyes, but he was a little displeased with the appearance of this beast.

The little beast has a wide head and a big mouth, and the eyes that look at the old figure are cold and cruel, and the low roar is continuous, as if there is a scale armor draped in it, and the claws of the beast are as sharp as knives, and the sound of Huo Huo.

It's like a glutton.

The little beast's fierce appearance froze, and when he turned his head back and forth, he flattered for a while.

The gluttonous little beast is asking the sword spirit!

After devouring a large number of souls, the already spiritual Asking Divine Sword finally gave birth to the existence of a sword spirit.

It's a pity that the appearance is not good.

Sima Yuan reached out and gently stroked the top of the little beast's head.

The gluttonous little beast's eyes showed joy, and he rubbed and rubbed.

When it looked at Uncle Tai, its breath changed drastically.

A bloodthirsty intent spread out, causing Uncle Tai to frown constantly.

At this time, the belated figure of the people of the Xuanyin Palace and the Spirit Beast Pavilion finally appeared.