Outside the Evil God Palace, three figures gathered.

The leader looked cold, drooped down, "Come out."

Suddenly, the vague figure slowly condensed.

Judging by his appearance, it was the person Sima Yuan met that day.

Evil God Palace, Evil God!

Although its figure resembles a human shape and has all facial features, its breath has a strong smell of incense.

That mysterious, mysterious power wrapped around his body like invisible smoke, like a maggot attached to the bone, and it could not be dispersed.

Looking up, "The three of you want to expel someone?"

The person at the head had a chilling breath, his eyes swept the Evil God Palace below, and he immediately raised his head and said lightly, "Fellow Daoist, could it be that the king forgot the warning of the day?"

After a little silence, he said slowly, "All living beings are chess pieces, why can't a certain family do it?"

immediately said to the person in charge, "If you voluntarily admit defeat, you will be out, why bother to suppress people several times." ”

The person on the right seemed to have a flying sword aura lingering, as if the half-step existence of the Imperial Sword Gate.

He raised his head slightly, and said lightly, "Back then, we made an appointment, if you help us complete the ancestor's edict, the mountain gate will help you." ”

It was suspected that the wild aura of the Martial Saint Sect shook slightly, and the urn said, "Hand it over."

The evil god shook his head, "That little girl's seven spirits did not fall into my hands, only the remnants remained. ”

The person at the head seemed to frown, and his momentum grew cold, "Who is it?"

The evil god sneered, "Except for those lonely souls and wild ghosts in the Ghost Domain, who can quietly steal their souls under our noses?"

The leader was silent, and the other two seemed surprised, "Why did the Ghost Domain attack at this time?"

The evil god said disdainfully, "If you want to pick peaches but it's not time, you must have a little luck." ”

The person from the Martial Saint Sect snorted coldly, "I can't see the things of the day, do some things like stealing chickens and touching dogs." ”

The leader's hand was cold and his sword aura was retracted, and he waved his hand and said, "The overall situation is under our control, and it is difficult for a few ghost domain tricks to make big waves." ”

Then he said to the evil god, "Hand over the remnant soul."

After a few moments of silence, the evil god removed the wisp of soul from the levitating painting.

The delicate soul seemed to retain its senses, and the fear and terror in her calm eyes were reflected in everyone's eyes.

The Martial Saint Sect and the one from the Imperial Sword Sect glanced at the person in charge, and the evil god also showed a hint of playfulness.

I don't know how to feel the taste of cutting off my own bloodline with my own hands.

The thick fog on the leader seemed to be getting thicker, his eyes drooping, and his breath was undisturbed.

There seemed to be disbelief, surprise, grievance and panic in the eyes of the soul.

However, after a few moments, she gradually came to her senses, and there was a complex and indescribable look in her eyes.

Jiao Soul is a wisp of Chen Qingwan's remnant soul.

As for the person in front of him, it was Lu Hongli of the Zixiao faction.

Chen Qingwan's remnant soul suddenly felt a blur in front of him, and he fell into darkness again.

Lu Hongli accepted Chen Qingwan's remnants

After the soul, he said to the evil god, "Destroy the minions of the demon clan, its advance is just a small one, you can help it." ”

The evil god nodded silently, "Don't worry."

Lu Hongli's eyes softened, and he said, "Since we are allies, we should be in the same boat, and if you need it in the future, Xianshan will naturally give full support." ”

The evil god was silent.

A little, after a while, there was no such figure.

The aura on the evil god's body was once again shrouded, reflecting the expressionlessness of his expression, or the uncertainty of the weather.

If you look closely, you will see a hint of hideousness.

Suddenly, a muttering voice floated in the sky.

Gone with the wind.

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In the Lotus Secret Realm, Sima Yuan swallowed all directions.

But he saw his figure hanging high in the air, the blue and red long sword above his head flashed with light, and the sword qi spread in all directions.

After Sima Yuan felt a little sword qi in his body, under the envoy of his mind, the sword domain outside his body slowly extended outward.

After a moment's effort, in Sima Yuan's understanding, the sword domain slowly spread to all directions, and the hall was enveloped in an instant.

The sword domain enveloped the main hall, and the huge outline of the main hall appeared in Sima Yuan's mind.

Its palpitating forbidden array suddenly smelled a strange aura, and at first it seemed to have the intention of rioting, but after feeling Sima Yuan's breath, it stopped abruptly and slowly calmed down.

Then the inside and outside of that formation were seen through by Sima Yuan.

Immediately, the carved beams and painted buildings, the eaves and corners of the pavilions, the stone steps, the palace gates, etc. all fell into Sima Yuan's mind, vividly.

In Sima Yuan's mind, the huge hall is about 100 zhang high, and the red lacquer pillars with thick and thin hugs stand silently and heavily, towering in the hall like a door god.

The glazed yellow tiles are layered on top of each other, all emitting a faint light, and the magnificent hall set off is dazzling and magnificent.

A burst of realization suddenly rose in Sima Yuan's heart, this hall should be the core of this lotus secret realm, and the divine sword is the core of the main hall.

His eyes were shining, as if he had a fiery look, and in his thoughts, the sword domain had spread to the secret realm.

In my mind, all the scenes within the Lotus Secret Realm were in full view.

Under the main hall, a green lake ripples endlessly, and the lotus flowers in the lake are connected to the sky and leaves, which seem to be endless, countless.

There are several zhang size of umbrella-shaped lotus leaves to shade the square blue pool, dense and impermeable, tight.

Occasionally, a few koi fish jumped out of the blue waves, and with a bang, they drew a circle of light and rippled in all directions.

Looking at the age of its breath and bones, it seems to be hundreds of years old, if it is caught and swallowed, it is comparable to a spirit pill to nourish the heart, lungs and brain.

Under the blue pond, the lotus stem is clearly visible, the water of the pond is crystal clear, and the clotted jade lotus root that warps out of the silt reveals the shy side, which is half covered by the lotus leaves, and is quite full of vitality.

Such a scene is full of lotus lake, a good Qingling fairyland, Xianjia Cave Mansion.

Everywhere Sima Yuan's vision spreads, the lotus pond seems to be endless

There is no silhouette of the head.

However, Sima Yuan's eyes were calm, and a wisp of blue color came into view.

After a while, he opened his mouth and spit out, and the entire lotus pond shook uneasily, as if he was extremely frightened.

Immediately, Sima Yuan suddenly inhaled, and there seemed to be a roar inside the lotus pond, and the green red sword behind Sima Yuan was sheng, and the trembling sound permeated the entire secret realm.

Suddenly, the lotus pond's resistance diminished, and one after another spiritual ideas were absorbed into his body.

He closed his eyes slightly, and the lotus pond slowly calmed down.

In half an hour, Sima Yuan opened his eyes.

The lotus pond trembled slightly, as if breathing was synchronized.

Then Sima Yuan's gaze was far away, and everywhere he looked, he was full of sword energy.

He whispered, "Sword falls."

As soon as these words fell, the secret realm trembled slightly, and tens of thousands of sword qi descended from thousands of feet in the sky, like a rain of swords.

He bowed his head lightly and said softly, "Mountains and rivers, take out the sword." ”

In the secret realm, the mountains are undulating, and the sword aura is soaring.

"Grass and trees, turn into swords. ”

The fertile fields, plains and the secluded green grass on the peaks in all directions swayed together, and then rose highly, straight and unyielding, like sword intent.

Sima Yuan's eyes looked around, as if through the walls of the main hall, looking down below.

A faint word resounded through the secret realm, "All things obey the order, melt!"

In an instant, countless sword qi trembled in unison, making a trill sound that pierced the eardrum.

In an instant, it slowly disintegrated and disappeared into nothingness.

At this time, Sima Yuan's figure slowly disappeared.

When it reappeared, it was already high in the sky.

He looked down with a flat gaze.

He gently lifted it down, and the secret realm shook in unison, as if it meant to be elevated.

Suddenly, Sima Yuan's expression was slightly gloomy, as if he was flushed.

He immediately drank in his mouth, "Molten Spirit!"

Suddenly, thousands of sword intents and spiritual intents trembled in unison, as if they were fused.

At this time, Sima Yuan gently swung his sleeve robe and stepped forward with his head held high.

The footsteps fell, and a halo of light swept over its body.

Then it shines like a warm sun on the earth, reflecting in all directions.

When its figure fell, the blue sky seemed to sink, and a rumbling sound erupted.

He looked back and saw that the secret realm was long gone.

In front of me, there was a drowning, as if it was in a deep stream.

Sima Yuan's thoughts came out, and the invisible domain field opened, and the surrounding stream water was directly discharged ten zhang away.

He raised his head slightly, and with a leap of his figure, he flew out of the Fallen God Cliff.

Thousands of feet in the sky, Sima Yuan looked down with his hands in his hands, his eyes calm.

The abyss is deep and unfathomable.

On this day, Sima Yuan's Spirit Domain and Sword Domain were united, and his strength reached a higher level.