This Heavenly Realm soul power surged like a tide, and instantly descended on the sky above Sikong Xuan's head.

Sikong Xuan always observed the Demon Sect Sect Sect Leader Mo Crow's every move, and at the same time as he released his soul power, Sikong Xuan's soul clone also merged with the deity, and the brilliant galaxy-like soul power in the Mud Pill Palace was rushing like a flood that opened the floodgates, and the same soul power of the Heavenly Realm carried a full of killing intent towards the black shadow soul power in the sky.

Boom! Boom!

A soul force with a cold and gloomy yin and evil aura, a soul force with a fierce heroic righteousness, the two heavenly realm soul forces collided with each other in the sky above Tieling, and in an instant, a soul power storm blew up in a radius of a hundred miles.

Originally, it was still late afternoon, and the entire sky was covered by layers of black clouds, and the sky above Tieling was suddenly covered with dark clouds, lightning and thunder. Storm of soul power was like a tornado, destroying a hundred miles of land with a destructive power that destroyed everything.

Anyone whose soul power was weaker than the Heavenly Realm realm was overwhelmed by the power of these two soul powers.

The black-robed man who was full of evil aura behind the ink crow, except for the person who was the leader, did not move, the other black-robed people were all kneeling on the ground and couldn't move, some were holding their heads with their hands and their faces were twisted together, and some couldn't stand the pressure of this soul power, and fainted in place, all of them were bleeding from the seven orifices.

Not far from the black-robed man, he could barely support it, but the Soul Eater old ghost beside him didn't have such good luck, he had already lost half of his body by the sneak attack of Sikong Xuan's soul clone, and suffered very serious internal injuries, but the two Heavenly Realm soul forces above Tieling suddenly made his current injuries even more serious, and he could see a few more scarlets added in front of the Soul Eater old ghost, and his body was even weaker.

The disciples of the sect, the scattered cultivators, and the bounty hunters who wandered around Tieling were in dire straits, and one by one they fell to the ground like crazy and rolled back and forth, in pain. One of them just raised his head slightly with his hands behind his back, looking at the soul power storm in the sky above without being affected in the slightest, as if this soul power storm was just a breeze hanging from thunder in his eyes.

Yun Tianyi, who was originally laughing at him, saw that the dirty old man was still as calm and calm as when he first came, and not only a fear rose in his heart, but also horror.

The people of the dark night around Sikong Xuan were much better than them, and in addition to the sword saint of Mo Mei, there was also a remnant dream whose soul power had reached the consummation of the spiritual realm, so their situation was much better than that of others.

At this time, they tensed their bodies one by one, surrounding Sikong Xuan, ready to deal with other accidents at any time. Haoran snuggled up to Jiuyou's side, and he was also affected by this Heavenly Realm soul power, and he was a little uncomfortable. It's just that this discomfort just appeared, and it was relieved by the faint light released by a piece of warm jade in his arms, Jiuyou also felt this breath, and couldn't help but look at the place where the breath emanated from Haoran's arms, and smiled at Haoran.

At this time, in the center of the soul power storm, two figures stood opposite each other.

A person was wearing a black and red robe, a mask covered his eyes, his long hair was windless, and the white jade flute in his hand was still spinning in his hand. One person was dressed in coarse linen clothes, unruly and evil, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and the Xuanguang Sword was suspended in the palm of his hand, looking coldly at the evil person opposite.

They are the soul clones of Mocrow and Sikong Xuan.

Mo Crow looked at the evil young man standing opposite curiously, giving him the feeling that he was even more domineering than Sikong Xuan, they didn't fight immediately at this time, they looked at each other quietly like this.

"Sikong Xuan, I didn't expect your soul clone to be so powerful, it was indeed beyond my expectations!" Mo Crow spun the white jade flute in his hand while staring at the evil youth opposite.

"Hmph...!Arrogance!There are too many things you haven't thought of!Rat-eyed, generally such a person will not die well!" Sikong Xuan's soul clone looked at the ink crow opposite with disdain, and sneered coldly.

"Interesting, I originally thought that the past ten years of fugitive life have made you lose your edge, and your performance today is indeed beyond my expectations, but this is just a little tricky!" Mo Crow put away that pride, and the evil youth in front of him made him feel a little threatened.

"I guessed right, you are absolutely inseparable from Zongheng, I didn't expect you snakes and rats to be in a nest, since you are here today, don't even think about escaping!" Sikong Xuan's soul clone looked towards the ink crow fiercely, and the Xuanguang sword in his hand bloomed with a fierce sword aura, and disappeared in the center of the soul power storm in the blink of an eye, carrying a sword intent that destroyed the world and instantly appeared above the head of the ink crow.

Although the ink crow was rebellious, it was not stupid, and a powerful strength also burst out, killing towards the Sikong Xuan soul clone that suddenly appeared above his head.

The Xuanguang Sword came out of his hand, and there was a sound in the air, which was the sound of the Xuanguang Sword cutting through the space, and the jade flute in the hand of the ink crow also came out of his hand, blooming with a fierce murderous aura, and collided in the direction of the Xuanguang Sword.

This jade flute, like the Xuanguang Sword, is also a medium-grade spiritual weapon, and it is also the natal object of the ink crow, it can be used for both sonic attacks and a weapon, which can be said to be an excellent weapon.

Bang!

The two mid-grade spirit weapons collided with each other, and a mushroom cloud-like wave of qi instantly headed towards the soul power storm in all directions, blowing them away from place to place. The Xuanguang Sword made a buzzing sound, and the jade flute made a whining sound, and the moment they separated, they were entangled with each other in an instant.

Mo Crow was very surprised, he didn't expect that Sikong Xuan's Xuanguang Sword was also not inferior to his jade flute.

This jade flute had been with him for at least seventy years, and since he gave birth to his spiritual wisdom, he had been nourishing with his own painstaking efforts, accompanied by a large number of heavenly treasures and the souls and essence blood of some powerful cultivators.

The jade flute felt the master's mood, and wisps of scarlet evil qi bloomed around his body, and the rich evil qi overflowed the entire sky, and he walked towards the Xuanguang Sword in front of him with a full body of anger. Although the Xuanguang Sword is not highly intelligent, but its strength is not allowed to be Xiao Xu, the Xuanguang Sword trembled slightly, and there were slight ripples around it, and suddenly disappeared in place, appearing above the jade flute, and headed towards one of the small holes of the jade flute full of evil energy, the Xuanguang Sword can be said to have found the fragility of the jade flute?

When the ink crow saw the Xuanguang Sword disappear in an instant, his face leaked with surprise, and he teleported into the air.

In fact, this is a phenomenon of breaking the void that briefly appears when the speed of the Xuanguang Sword reaches the extreme, and when the soul clone casts the eighth form of the Haoran Sword Technique.

Ding! Ding!

The Xuanguang Sword stabbed into the small hole of the jade flute, and made a sound of sword qi colliding on the stone, and the sharp sword qi full of the Xuanguang Sword suddenly went towards the small hole of the jade flute, wanting to destroy the jade flute, but the jade flute would not be destroyed so easily.

"Woo... Woo... Woo!"

The spirit in the jade flute felt the threat, and bloomed a more intense evil qi, heading towards the Xuanguang Sword on the small hole, and suddenly the scarlet evil qi crawled all over the Xuanguang Sword sword body, it wanted to use its own evil qi to assimilate the Xuanguang Sword, and then affect the Xuanguang Sword Sword Spirit.

"What a good calculation! , carving insect skills!" Sikong Xuan's soul clone didn't know the mind of the ink crow, and with a move in the palm of his hand, the Xuanguang Sword bloomed with a sharp sword qi and left from the small hole of the jade flute.

Seeing that there was still a little scarlet thing on the body of the Xuanguang Sword suspended in the palm of his hand, he wiped it with his right hand and found that the scarlet thing had only erased a small part, and he couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

"Hmph...!How can my ink crow's jade flute be attacked by you so easily, it's really whimsical!" The ink crow held the jade flute and sneered at Sikong Xuan's soul power clone, and suddenly the corners of Mo Crow's mouth rose slightly, and the jade flute suddenly sent out a sound wave attack that was even more domineering than before, like crying, and instantly headed towards Sikong Xuan's soul clone.

The sudden attack of the ink crow caused the Sikong Xuan soul clone to be affected a little bit, and there was a half-second trance, which was enough to make the Sikong Xuan soul clone fall into the abyss, but how could the soul power of the Heavenly Realm be so weak!

Suddenly, Sikong Xuan's soul clone felt a death threat appear above his head, and before he had time to take precautions, the Xuanguang Sword came out of his hand, and the soul power clone also appeared ten meters to the left.

"Whew... Ziz!"

The speed of the Xuanguang Sword was very fast, but the soul power soul needle above the head was also not slow, and the Xuanguang Sword only collided with the tail of the soul needle, deflected the direction, and dodged the fatal blow, only to see a bloody mouth on the left face of Sikong Xuan's soul power clone, which covered the entire face.

The whole face of Sikong Xuan's soul clone was gloomy and terrifying, but the wound that covered the whole face could not be healed, and the slightest trace of evil qi even penetrated into the soul clone, which made him feel a little more uneasy in his heart.

"From the look in your eyes, you are very angry at this time! There are more exciting things to come, enjoy this last time slowly, hum...!" With a cold snort, the soul clone of the ink crow instantly disappeared in place, appearing higher in the sky from the original place, and the whole body released an even more terrifying evil qi, and a soul power that was even more terrifying than before went towards the Sikong Xuan soul clone.

"Heavenly Intermediate !!"

There were screams of horror all around, and although the difference between the Heavenly Realm Junior and the Heaven Realm Intermediate was only one level, there was a world of difference.

The surrounding soul power storm suddenly disappeared without a trace under the intermediate-level soul power of the Ink Crow Heaven Realm, and the dark clouds that covered the sky also dispersed, and a trace of sunlight pierced the dark clouds, shining on the devastated small villages below, and shining on the bodies of everyone below.

In the sky, two figures stood in the air, but they were far apart, one condescending with a hint of disdain, and the other with a murderous head held high.

The Sikong Xuan deity below had disappeared in place, becoming one with the soul clone. The Xuanguang Sword also appeared in Sikong Xuan's hand, only to see a trace of bright red blood at the corner of his mouth, and three soul power chains pierced Sikong Xuan's chest, which was very eye-catching and dazzling.

"Is this surprise still wonderful!! a slightly sarcastic voice echoed everyone in the dark night.