On the first floor of Tianzhou, in front of the formation gate, Sima Yuan and others rushed over.

Cao Qiji sniffed lightly, and said with a solemn face, "It seems that there is a fight in the Jindan period."

He looked at Sima Yuan and frowned slightly, and added, "The strength is extremely strong."

Sima Yuan turned his head and ordered, "Explore the radius of ten miles around."

Wang Lan, Xiao Qi and others immediately turned into a retreat and dispersed.

After a while, one person returned quickly, it was Zhao Qianmo of the Discipline Department and Xiao Qian of the Law Enforcement Palace.

The two of them said respectfully, "Back to the third elder, there seem to be monks gathered in the northwest. ”

Sima Yuan raised his eyebrows and said, "It's hard work."

The two didn't dare to say anything, and then retreated behind Sima Yuan.

After a while, Wang Lan, Shen Yuan and Li Chunfeng returned, and said, "The people in the northwest don't seem to be my Qinghong's people."

Sima Yuan nodded imperceptibly.

At this time, Cao Qiji said, "Those boys seem to be a little restless along the way."

Sima Yuan smiled lightly, waved his hand and said, "I can't tell the situation is very strong, and it is inevitable that I will go astray." ”

After the true legends such as the immortal talismans, treasures, and spirit array peaks returned, he and Cao Qiji glanced at each other, and quickly rushed to the northwest with everyone.

Half an hour later, a roar of slaughter was heard.

Sima Yuan said in a deep voice, "You wait carefully, it's important to save your life." ”

Even with Cao Qiji, he swept away with his sleeves.

When Sima Yuan arrived on the battlefield, a voice of surprise came, "Sima Daoyou, be careful, these people are from the Holy Spirit Sect of Dragon Scale Prefecture. ”

The person who spoke was none other than the Jindan beauty of Phantom Dream Xuan.

The strength of the Living Soul Sect is only higher than that of Zixiao, and it is among the best in the three states of the Western Netherworld.

But I saw that nearly half of the people in the audience were dressed in colorful brocade clothes, light gray, orange yellow, azure, azure, azure, red and platinum.

The light gray cultivation is the lowest, the half-step foundation building realm, and the highest platinum is comparable to the peak of the middle stage of Jindan!

When Sima Yuan arrived on the battlefield, he was locked by two qi machines.

He turned his head, and walked into the air alone, the soles of his feet were on fire, his whole body was blue and black, and he seemed to be tall but was actually five short figures, his face was dark and embarrassing, and he stared angrily.

A skeletal scepter in his hand is pestled to the ground, and the spirit is intimidating.

The man was red in red, like a bloody robe, and judging by his cultivation, it was the early stage of Jindan.

He didn't say much, and in front of Sima Yuan, a mysterious thing that was suspected of being a talisman floated around, making people feel frightened in their hearts.

Sima Yuan opened his mouth and spit out, and with a snort, it was the power of two sword talismans.

With a snap, a small hole broke out in the opponent's talisman, and his spirituality was greatly lost.

The man didn't seem to be surprised, and took advantage of this opportunity to prepare, and his body quickly approached, and the scepter Huo Ran had in his hand.

The scepter was about four feet long and inky black, and it was full of light and runes, and there seemed to be a mysterious aura circulating on it.

If the view is curling with cooking smoke, dense and light mist, mysterious and incomparable, treacherous southern measurement.

Sima Yuan was shocked by the mysterious power of this difference and spiritual power, and he didn't dare to be careless.

When Zhen Zhi was less than ten zhang away from Sima Yuan, his people suddenly shouted, "Sacrifice!"

Sima Yuan found that his soul trembled suddenly, and he shook endlessly, as if he was shaky and groggy.

The sword in his ears trembled, and he was awake in an instant, and he saw the other party sigh lightly.

Sima Yuan's cold sweat invaded slightly, and his gaze at the man was already solemn.

I felt a chill in my heart.

Cao Qiji suddenly transmitted, "Be careful, the Holy Spirit Sect specializes in cultivating the divine soul, using the faith of the foolish people and incense as the source to cultivate 'soul power'." Don't be careless!"

Sima Yuan looked at the qi machine that rose again, and it turned out to be the power of the soul.

His gaze moved, and a small inky black sword fell into his hand, and he pointed forward, "Go."

The black as ink Qingfeng cut through the blue sky, and under the rapid change of that person's face, he cut off all the incense within a radius of ten zhang.

The sound of crackling was like a flame burning cloth.

There seemed to be a terrible scream in his ears, like a wronged soul being killed and a fierce spirit being beheaded.

The man shouted angrily, "Boy, what a gut!"

In Sima Yuan's pupils, he saw that those unjust souls were scattered and reunited, as if they had been forcibly gathered.

There seemed to be torment, pupils, and moans, and two words burst out in Sima Yuan's mind, "Living sacrifice!"

These were sacrificed alive and died.

Using the soul as the material, the incense as the guide, and the minor cultivation of the soul path exercise, this is the most vicious evil sect exercise.

Judging at the depth of its cultivation and the majesty of its mana, the number of people who live to sacrifice is probably not less than 10,000.

Sima Yuan's eyes were cold, "The evil demon is crooked, everyone will be punished!"

The man's expression was strange, and he immediately looked up to the sky and laughed, "Evil devil crooked, boy, you are wrong, there is no good or bad exercise, only the human heart is black and white." ”

He pointed to the crowd on the field, "Who has not killed innocents indiscriminately, and who is really clean?"

He sneered, "Don't say that others, including your own family, look at your bone age is only about thirty years, and you have cultivated to the upper realm of Jindan at the age of almost a weak crown, you ask yourself if you have never killed an innocent person, do you really have a clear conscience?"

Sima Yuan pursed his lips and was silent, his eyes sank.

The man sneered, "Since you are not a saint, what right do you have to accuse others of faults?"

Sima Yuan raised his head, looked at the man and said in a deep voice, "Although Sima is not a saint, his cultivation has so far not killed those who have offended me, and those who have not attacked me have not harmed, not to say that he is absolutely clear and upright, but he has a clear conscience." ”

This statement is worthy of heaven and earth, worthy of the relatives and friends of the teacher, and worthy of the companions of the sect. ”

He pointed at his sword and shouted, "And your behavior has violated the taboo of my cultivation, sacrificing sentient beings in order to seek the fruit of the Dao, you will inevitably be spurned by the world and expelled from the same way!"

The man laughed wildly, "Spit and expel it?" Wrong, as long as you have strength, what dare you not do? Who dares to spit on it?"

Oh, he smiled suddenly, and said coldly, "Boy, how are you preparing? ”

Sima Yuan's pupils shrank, and under the other party's slightly shocked expression, he immediately shouted, "Sword cage, get up!"

In an instant, when his face was calm, there seemed to be a blazing sword light rising around him like a light curtain, as if it was slow and fast.

Between breaths, a curtain of Dao sword light rose from all directions, enveloping it.

Sima Yuan said in a deep voice, "Today, Sima will do the way for the heavens and eradicate you, the evil demon. ”

There seemed to be a rumbling sound in the array, as if killing evil demons, and sometimes a terrible scream was released.

Sima Yuan squinted slightly, as if he hesitated, and then showed a look of relief.

In an instant, his heart suddenly trembled, and his body quickly retreated.

There was a thud and a popping sound that ran through the four directions.

The high-altitude battlefield was emptied in an instant, and a series of shocking voices came.

Sima Yuan's expression was solemn, and he looked at the person who walked out of the explosion, and his pupils shrank.

I saw that the man was strolling leisurely, wearing a talisman armor and crossing the sword array, and the talisman sword in his hand that seemed to have a condensed soul waved lightly.

The sword light crackled and exploded, turning into invisible.

The man smiled lightly, "By the way, the poor Dao Ghost Skull, the people of the Holy Spirit Immortal Sect of Longlin Prefecture haven't asked Dao friends for respect?"

Sima Yuan's face was calm and silent.

The skull glanced at Sima Yuan and said seriously, "If Daoist friends are still acting like this, it will be a little boring." ”

"Poor Dao doesn't believe that the elders of the Purple Sky Sect would be so unwise."

Sima Yuan's expression slowly converged, he stood with his hands in his hands, and when he raised his head, his eyes were cold.

After being silent for a while, he said slowly, "The Holy Spirit teaches Daoists to enter the Tao with their souls, and Sima admires them. ”

The ghostly skeleton's expression moved, "Sima Yuan of the Zixiao Sect?"

Sima Yuan chuckled, his momentum changed, and the sword in his hand emitted terrifying sword light, and the ghost skull squinted slightly.

He waved his sword and said, "It seems that Daoist friends have not yet repaired their brains."

The skull smiled, "What, you want to keep me completely?"

Sima Yuan sighed lightly and said softly, "I've been preparing for so long, if I don't kill him completely, I'm afraid I will be disappointed." ”

Immediately, the powerful cultivation of the mid-stage Jindan on Sima Yuan's body radiated unscrupulously, and he raised his head and said in a deep voice, "Please join the battle!"

Suddenly, there was no sword qi, only the awe-inspiring sword intent filled the heavens and the earth, like a cage, trapped in all directions.

At the same time, there are sixteen spiritual machines that are as fast as a swimming dragon, and they are immediately entangled and symbiotic, and they turn around the formation.

Hearing this, the ghost skeleton quickly retreated, and at the same time, the scepter in his hand suddenly glowed, and a powerful light came in an instant, heading straight for Sima Yuan himself.

Sima Yuan indifferently raised his fist and banged, the light exploded and disappeared.

At this moment, the ghost skeleton has reached thirty feet away.

At the same time, his eyes were blue, and he pointed at Sima Yuan, "Soul fear!"

Sima Yuan's Qilin shook his scales, and there were monstrous waves in the sea of Zhihai, and the waves were turbulent.

He felt a burst of headache rushing over him, and his body almost staggered, trembling like a sieve.

Suddenly, a crimson scale as wide as hundreds of feet emitted a blazing light.

Suddenly, the sea calmed down, and the waves were still.

Sima Yuan was safe and sound.

The ghostly skeleton's face finally changed drastically, and he fled backwards without hesitation.

Sima Yuan was a little farther away, like an edict, and said in a deep voice, "Punish the evil sword formation, besiege the evil demons!"

A rumbling sound sounded, and the ghost skeleton suddenly raised its head, and suddenly felt that a forbidden force was suddenly suppressed, like a forbidden array covering.

At the same time, there seems to be an invisible barrier around it that turns into a huge cage, trapping it in it.

Youkull's eyes changed in shock, and he glanced at Sima Yuan hatefully, "Today is a certain chess trick, and I am willing to bow to the advantage, but if Daoyou thinks that you can leave me behind with this, you are a little delusional." ”

Suddenly, a fierce color flashed in his eyes, and he took out the skeletal scepter, and shouted respectfully, "Disciple greets Lord True Soul!"

As soon as the words fell, there seemed to be a wind and clouds gathering in a radius of a hundred miles, and the thunder in the high-altitude cumulus clouds was restless, like a great demon appearing in the world.

Sima Yuan's pupils shrank, and after taking a deep breath, he slowly grasped the sword, and then closed his eyes.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, the light on the scepter was magnificent, and the ghostly light on the top of the scepter gathered, as if the ghost soul in the sky was absorbed and refined, and it was even more like that there were ten thousand souls worshipping to welcome the arrival of the soul master.

In an instant, there was a peak momentum comparable to the late stage of Jindan, and the sword array cage shook and shook for a while, as if it was about to collapse.

Sima Yuan slowly opened his eyes, his gaze was clear, clear and bright, without desire or desire.

The breath of the Divine Sword is peaceful, like a brilliant day, and the vastness is incomparable.

He stepped into the air, indifferent to the momentum of the Scepter of the Skull, and ignored it as the sword formation tended to collapse.

Oh, when the aura above the Scepter Skeleton was almost descending, and the sword array was about to collapse, Sima Yuan swung his sword and slashed downward.

Like the first bloom of brilliance, the traceless autumn water crosses, and it falls silently.

I heard a soft murmur ringing in everyone's ears, "Qing Ming Slashing Spirit Sword, Punish Demons and Evils!"

The picture suddenly froze, and the ghostly skeleton that could leap out of the sword formation froze and remained in the air.

Everyone on the field was sluggish, and their ears were buzzing, as if they were deaf.

Cao Qiji's pupils shrank, his heart twitched, and he stared.

After a while, a click sounded and attracted everyone's attention.

But I saw that the sinuous cracks on the ghostly skeleton slowly emerged, covering the whole body.

It exploded in the exclamation of everyone, turning into flesh and blood, and the blue sky was dyed scarlet.

A deep angry shout came from afar, "Mole ant, you deserve to die!"

It seems that there is an incomparable existence that is about to come, its majesty is like a rumor, its momentum is like a grandeur, and it is overwhelming.

Sima Yuan's face was pale, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness, and his breath was weak.

He grinned, pointed his sword into the distance, and laughed, "Hidden head and tail, dare to scare me?"

As soon as these words fell, like an edict, the breath quickly fell low, and the breathing effort fell silent.

There seemed to be a ghostly light in the air, turning into a scepter, and the skeleton on it was dull and dull, as if it had been severely injured.

Sima Yuan stretched out his hand, the scepter was in his hand, and there was something like a ring.

His gaze first fell on the skeleton, and after a sneer, his palm fell silently and rattling.

There seemed to be a terrible roar in his ears, like the anger and indignation of being caught in an urn and inserting his wings.

In an instant, after a burst of sword light, a scream sounded, and it gradually fell into weakness until it was inaudible.

There was silence in the field, the pins could be heard, and everyone looked shocked.

Sima Yuan's sword sense swept away, and the ghostly skull aura was not completely extinct, but it had already disappeared, as if he had taken the opportunity to escape.

He swept his eyes and said coldly, "Kill!"

In an instant, the sound of killing rose again, and the face was one-sided.

Until the sound of killing stopped, the two exquisite and wonderful figures quickly approached.