When Sima Yuan, White Tiger, and Golden Eagle were discussing the Tao at Taiyue Peak, two groups of great enemies were ushered in outside the Zixiao Sect.

The head of the man was rickety, and a scepter was in his hand, as if he was about to wither.

And beside this person, a man wearing the first costume of the Evil God Temple stood proudly.

Behind him, the embarrassed Demon Emperor Hall Lord Luo Guan and the Xuan Hades Palace Elder Xu Sui were impressively listed.

Looking at their almost respectful postures, it can be seen that those two figures clearly know the first contemporary Cui Lie and the high priest Yi of the Evil God Temple.

Behind him, the Yin Yang Sect Master Tianying, the Witch King of the Ancient Wu Clan, the Corpse Soul Sect Master and others were all in the list.

And on the side of several people, there is a ghost-like existence watching.

Looking at its breath, it has the same root and origin as the Holy Spirit Sect.

Behind him, Xu Haoran, Youkull, Twilight Soul, Chu Fan, Shu Diao and others were silent.

In front of everyone, the three factions of Hongmeng and others were-for-tat, looking at each other from afar.

A majestic voice came, "The high priest is here in the purple sky of my Hongmeng, which is really a blessing for us and other three lives. ”

Suddenly, a sword light dazzlingly appeared.

The high priest did not move, and Cui Lie did not move.

Behind him, Tian Ying, the master of the Yin and Yang Sect, sneered, and his figure took a step forward, and a punch immediately blasted out.

The sword light exploded with a bang, scattered thousands of feet in the air.

"Is this how the Edgeworth Gate entertains visitors?"

Huo Shaoyang's cold words sounded, "Evil sect thief, how dare you speak out?"

Tian Ying laughed loudly, "Master Huo, you and I are both the masters of the door, can you dare to divide one or two today?"

Huo Shaoyang didn't speak, and a sword intent fell into the sky, "Old decay may enter the eyes of the Lord of Tianmen?"

Tian Ying waved his hand and said, "You are not the master of the sect, and your head is not qualified enough." ”

But he saw that the man smiled and said, "Master Huo's nephew still has to work for the door master's chores, and he can only be done by Beigong." ”

Tian Ying raised his eyebrows, "The former Great Sword Master Beigong Yi?"

The person whose real name is Beigong Yi defeated the three sword masters in a battle that year, he firmly controlled this position for a full six hundred years, and boiled the previous door master and the previous door master to death in office.

It can be called the first person under the Yuan Infant of the Imperial Sword Gate.

Tian Ying said with a smile, "I didn't expect that Beigong Daoyou would have an old tree blooming day." ”

Beigong Yi sighed, "Beigong never expected that there would be a day when he would enter the real realm, and he would be able to compete with the master of Tianmen. ”

Tian Ying was noncommittal, and then his face was solemn, and he hugged his fists awe, "Please."

Beigong shook his head, and his figure disappeared suddenly.

Tian Ying came out of the battle, and the Witch King was not to be outdone and stepped forward.

Suddenly, a heavenly fire fell from the sky in the air, vowing to burn the Eight Desolations**.

The Witch King's figure flashed, and he swept directly past the heavenly fire and appeared in front of the phoenix crown figure.

Tianfeng snorted coldly, and his figure disappeared suddenly.

The Witch King accompanied him like a shadow, never leaving an inch.

And when the two were chasing, layers of insects rained down in the air.

The breathing kung fu is covered with a hundred zhang square circle, and there are many witch Gu such as hundreds of thousands of insects.

The corpses are in the blue sky, covering the Zixiao Mountain Gate.

Within the big array, the disciples of the three sects were shocked after their eyes, and their eyes were shocked when they looked into the air, and the exclamations of inhalation were endless.

What made them even more horrified was the crumbling of the mountain gate array, which seemed to be only one step away from collapse.

Suddenly, Cui Lie, who was outside the mountain gate of the Zixiao Sect, suddenly raised his hand, and under the exclamation of the disciples of the three sects, he suddenly pointed forward.

The mountain gate collapsed violently.

Suddenly, an angry shout sounded, "The disciples of the Zixiao Sect will listen to the order and kill all the enemies who come to attack!"

A cold voice followed, "The disciples of the Imperial Sword Sect listen to the order and kill the disciples of the Evil Sect!"

"Martial Saint Sect sons, go out and kill them!"

Angry shouts rang out in unison, "No!"

Immediately, thousands of figures swarmed out from within the Zixiao Sect.

And when the disciples of Zhuji Zhenchuan made a move, Jin Dan had already started to kill.

Several shouts rang out in the air.

But I saw that above the sky, the newly returned Sword Peak Peak Master Chen Qingwan had a jade three-foot Qingfeng in his hand sweeping across the four fields, and the sword qi shook in all directions.

On the other side, Jin Dan is not its enemy at all.

A cold fairy on her side echoed with her, hand in hand.

The rest, such as the second elder of the Elder Pavilion Cao Qiji, the great elder Zhuge Yan and others had already bombarded and killed Shang Yu Soul, Xu Haoran and others.

At this time, Cui Lie raised his head, and a nine-foot tin staff in his hand was shining,

A vast wave shocked the Quartet.

The disciples of the Eight Directions trembled, Elder Jin Dan bowed his head, and the disciples of Zhuji were even more frightened.

A whisk of dust broke through the air.

The tin rod struck lightly, and the dust was broken by three thousand white threads, and a concussive sound resounded everywhere.

The peaks of Zixiao trembled, the pavilions and palaces collapsed countless times, and many miserable screams sounded.

A cold snort came, "How does Cui Shouzao treat human life like a mustard?"

Cui Lie laughed, "Master Ji, you are the one you want to collide with, Cui is just to say hello to all fellow Daoists, why make such a fuss?"

Uncle Ji said in a deep voice full of anger, "Cui Daoyou, you and I are fighting at a high altitude?"

Cui Lie sneered, and the tin staff fell again, as if to completely destroy Zixiao.

At this time, a hearty laughter sounded, "Brother Cui, let Wu also come and join in the fun." ”

Immediately, three vast auras shook in all directions, enveloping the top of Zixiao's head.

Thousands of miles of giant peaks bow down, and the blue sky is ready to stir.

As soon as the words fell, like a fighting signal, the two camps moved together.

The Great War was almost imminent.

The three major heads of Zixiao and the five great elders all faced the Evil God Palace Yuanying True Realm.

For example, when Ximen found the ghost figure hidden in the dark, he grinned, "Su asked the Holy Spirit Sect Leader Shenlong to see the head and not the end, I want to meet Taoist friends." ”

Immediately, his figure stepped into the air, and a wave came out.

Someone snorted coldly in the dark, and then the dark figure seemed to be shaken out of the blue sky, revealing its true face.

Simon laughed a few times in vain, and rushed into the air with a bang, like thunder.

When the battlefield of this side began, violent fluctuations in the fighting method that shook thousands of square feet broke out in the rest of the places.

It is as if the Yuan Infant War has broken out to the highest point and is approaching a white heat.

At this time, he saw that the high priest who had been silent raised his head and looked at the Zixiao Sect with a deep and unfathomable gaze.

He got up slightly, his figure dissolved.

Suddenly, a muffled snort sounded.

"Boss !!"

Above the Zixiao Hall, three figures stood side by side.

The next moment, an old figure came across the air, and appeared directly in front of Uncle Ji Ye without warning.

Immediately, when the three factions trembled, the old figure gently stretched out towards Uncle Ji's neck.

In an instant, the two figures exploded with a bang.

Then a hundred zhang away reappeared, and at this time, the old man's dry hand had already touched Uncle Jiye.

Thousands of feet away, a collision sounded, and the blue sky was stained with blood.

It wasn't until two breaths later that the air fluctuations stopped.

On the contrary, Huo Shaoyang of the Imperial Sword Sect and Wu Hao of the Martial Saint Sect moved together when the old man left.

Huo Shaoyang slashed out with a sword, and the man floated without a trace, without stopping his footsteps in the slightest.

The sword light fell behind its back.

Wu Hao's spear was handed out, and he was directly shocked by the man's punch, and he coughed up blood several times.

The two Great Yuan Infant True Realms joined forces to block it, without causing their footsteps to stop for a moment.

And when the two of them made a move, Uncle Ji handed out a long sword.

The long sword was purple and golden, and there seemed to be a sense of anger coming from within it.

However, before the anger was raised, there was a wailing and painful sound.

And all this happened in an instant, in a lightning-fast moment.

After two breaths, the long sword in Ji Shuye's hand was broken in two, like a long string being torn apart.

The dust in his hand is scattered in the blue sky, and it has not yet fallen.

At this moment, his neck was pinched by the old figure with one hand, and his breath had already been locked.

His eyes were cloudy, "Let's stop fighting."

The voice swayed outward like a wave, and Huo Shaoyang and Wu Hao's faces were gloomy and extremely unbearable.

The disciples of the Quartet gasped in unison, and the Divine Dan Peak, Sword Peak, Xing Peak, and even the Hidden Peak were silent in unison.

The disciples of the three sects looked dull, and their eyes were sad and painful.

When the two camps heard the truce, nearly half of them put down their magic weapons and suffered silently.

The head of the family was captured, and the three major yuan babies were defeated on the spot.

The outcome of this battle is still self-evident.

The heavenly phoenix roared, and a shadow quietly disappeared.

The spirit snake hesitated for a moment, and was about to come out.

The old figure glanced at it, and Yuan Gui immediately screamed, "It's you, it's you!"

Then he came to his senses, retracted his ugly head back into the turtle shell, and covered his eyes, "Master Turtle, no, the little turtle didn't see it, what."

Didn't see it. ”

After the old man retracted his gaze, he pinched Uncle Ji, who pretended to pass out, and threw it gently.

Uncle Ji fell to the ground like a dead dog in the night, coughed a few times, and spit out several mouthfuls of soul blood in the pitch-black sky.

The old figure looked flat, looking directly in the direction of the hidden peak.

"Come out".

Suddenly, the three factions were shocked, and immediately showed a look of hope.

However, Yin Feng remained silent and did not react at all.

Yi chuckled lightly, grabbed Uncle Ji Ye again, and a gurgling sound sounded.

Uncle Ji snorted a few times at night, more than ten bones were broken all over his body, and his breath fell to the early stage of Jindan, as if he had suffered an unprecedented heavy blow.

If he doesn't come out again, Yi will pinch him to death. ”

Uncle Ji's expression was painful, but his eyes were extremely flat.

There seemed to be a sarcasm in Yi's eyes, and Yi glanced down and sneered.

In an instant, he suddenly cheered up, and Uncle Ji immediately screamed.

Yi facelessly grabbed his head, and a phantom of the divine soul that was exactly the same as Uncle Ji Ye floated out.

In front of the 30,000 disciples of the Zixiao Sect and the thousands of elites of the Imperial Sword Sect and the Martial Saint Sect, he swallowed Uncle Ji's Yuanying Divine Soul alive.

Suddenly, the entire blue sky fell silent for a while.

Until, he burped, and the breath in his hand suddenly fell, and Ji Shuye, whose eyes were blank, gently threw it back.

Everyone had just come to their senses, and when they looked at the old figure in the sky again, they were already trembling with horror.

Look at the devil like you.

The most vicious devil in the world.

Swallow the monk's soul alive and be unharmed.

Such a terrifying existence is simply unheard of.

The disciples of the three factions showed despair in their eyes, and their momentum plummeted, as if the military spirit was disordered.

Suddenly, the old figure stepped out and went to the northernmost part of the Zixiao Sect.

As soon as his figure disappeared, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

After glancing at each other, they were all silent.

The real person in charge of the true realm of the Yuan Infant has become its 'thing in the womb', not to mention the existence of ordinary golden pills.

As for Tianfeng, Qilin and others, the Yuanying True Realm looked at each other speechless and silent.

A thought came to their minds: this person was just the high priest of the Evil God Temple, he was so shocking, how strong was the one standing behind him?

No one answered the question, and no one dared to ask.

At this time, everyone raised their heads in unison, only to hear the majestic aura of the two fluctuating Western and Underworld states disappear in a flash.

It's like a flash in the pan.

However, the disciples of the three sects seemed to be alive, and there seemed to be light overflowing in their eyes.

Then, one after another roared to the sky, "Master Ancestor is mighty!!

To be comparable to such an existence beyond the cognition of the monastic path, it must be an old antique that has lived for thousands of years, and it must be an ancestor.

At this time, Cui Lie glanced at Huo Shaoyang, Wu Hao and others, and then fell on the Witch King, Tian Ying and others.

In an instant, the smoke was rekindled, and the fighting resumed.

The rumbling sound spread all over the Zixiao Peaks, and the deafening shouting and killing sound permeated the Quartet.

On the top of the peaks, a series of seemingly futile counterattacks and counter-kills were launched again.

Tianfeng shouted again, and roared at Cui Lie.

Huo Shaoyang, Wu Hao and others looked for their opponents again, their swords overflowing, and their fists were sharp.

Again, the crowd heard a trembling sound of the earth.

It's like a behemoth is about to be born, and it's even more of a peerless ferocity.

But when they saw that the old figure returned to the main hall of the Zixiao Sect again, everyone was shocked and retreated in unison.

However, at this moment, his temples and white hair were shaved, the sword marks on his forehead were awe-inspiring, and several hideous openings on his chest were clearly visible.

Looking at its vast and boundless breath, it seems to be suppressed, and the leisurely stroll has long been gone, only embarrassed and unbearable.

He laughed loudly, took out a quick jade in his hand, and pinched it fiercely under his crazy laughter.

Everyone's hearts suddenly tightened, as if they were spasmodic and convulsive.

After the jade was crushed, everyone raised their heads blankly, as if waiting for some kind of terrifying existence.

However, after half a breath, the blue sky did not react.

The old figure frowned and said nothing.

Three breaths later, the legendary figure still hadn't been seen.

Until half an hour passed, the old figure smiled miserably, as if he had killed himself.

He muttered to himself, "The bet was lost."