Zixiao faction, above the peak Taoist temple.

Outside, Yuan Ying was fighting, Sima Yuan knew the lake in his body, and the power of Xiao Han's remnant soul was at the end of his rope and was in danger.

Suddenly, an ethereal and illusory ground hole suddenly appeared from within the sword talisman and scales.

Immediately, the shadow of the beast head and human body slowly condensed.

It pinched Xiao Han lightly, and the wisp of ghost was instantly twisted in his hand.

With a gentle rub, the ghost exploded and became invisible.

The sound sounded, and the crippled spirits that were wandering outside were killed.

The beast-headed man glanced down and said lightly, "Not out yet?"

In a few moments, a thin shadow of extremely white condensed in Zhihu.

It was Sima Yuan who was hiding in Danzhu.

He bowed down and said, "Thank you, Master."

The head of the beast is like a unicorn, and the human body is erratic.

He waved his hand and said, "Xiao Han has three lives to one, there is still a Yuan Ying and his real name Flying Sword coexist, and when he sacrifices the Flying Sword, you and I will join forces to take it." ”

He said with deep meaning, "Those two brocade boxes can be opened." ”

Sima Yuan's virtual body was shocked, and he immediately leaned over and bowed, "No."

At the top of the three-thousand-zhang Zixiao Peak, above the Taoist temple, three vast qi machines crisscross the blue sky for thousands of miles.

The rumbling sound resounded through Qinghong, and all the disciples of the Zixiao Sect bowed their heads, frightened, fearful, and worshipped.

Thousands of miles away, thousands of heads surrendered, trembling nonstop.

Flickering, a curtain like a thing reflected in all directions, isolating the spirit of heaven and earth from merging.

Xiao Han snorted coldly, tore his hands, and with a bang, the spirit flower rain poured down like a waterfall.

Then with a wave of his big hand, the thousand-zhang spear turned from virtual to solid, and slashed forward.

But when he saw that the old man of Tianshu Peak's Confucian robe was shocked, he flew up and grew rapidly.

The breathing effort will reach a thousand square feet, including the four directions.

The spear came quickly, and with a bang, it shattered the robes like a canopy of heaven.

At this moment, the shadow existence suddenly roared, and a beast mark suddenly grew in size, turning into a hundred-foot giant.

Press down with a downward pressure.

Xiao Hanxu was angry, and stood proudly with his hands in his hands.

Suddenly seeing the offensive coming, he unhurriedly threw a punch.

The fist was slow, as if thousands of phantoms were overlapping, converging, and condensing.

In an instant, the two powerhouses collided, tearing the blue sky, the wind howled, and the mountain peaks trembled.

The Zixiao Hall was even more rune agitation, shining in all directions, and the Zhufeng Hall trembled like a sieve, crumbling.

The earth-shattering sound of collision came, and all the Jin Dan covered their ears together, and under the Jin Dan, the eardrum was instantly ruptured and the seven orifices were bleeding.

At this time, an edict spread throughout the peaks, "The peaks immediately open the magic circle!"

When the edict was issued, the initial spiritual light of the peaks flickered, like stars, and the light was great, linked into a piece, and the power was greatly increased.

Suddenly, on the sword cliff of Zixiao Sword Peak, dozens of blood characters such as the 'Seven Killing Orders' were greatly vibrating, and the sword qi rushed into the sky for 3,000 zhang.

Xiao Han Yuanying's real body looked cold, stretched out his hand and made a slight move, and slammed it.

Under the astonishment of the three thousand sword cultivators, the sword cliff exploded and split into two.

A hundred-zhang purple-gold scabbard reflects the blue sky, and it is eye-catching.

The disciples of the Quartet cried out in horror, or shocked, relieved, or suspicious.

So much so that Xiao Han clasped it upside down on Zixiao Peak, like a sheath of a long sword.

Suddenly, in the midst of the Zixiao Sect's disciples' heart-to-heart shouts, they only heard an explosion in the air.

A hundred-zhang silver and white Qingfeng floated horizontally in the air, pointing at the old man of Tianshu Peak.

A breath that made the sky tremble rolled and dispersed, sweeping thousands of miles around, and everyone was cold to the bone, and they were terrified.

Xiao Han's eyes were dewy, and he glanced at the flying immortal shadow hiding thousands of miles away, and after snorting coldly, he roared proudly, "Zixiao Sword, out of the sheath!"

Boom.

A terrifying light that shone across the heavens and the earth suddenly flashed, and many disciples screamed on the spot, their eyes overflowing with a touch of scarlet, and they rolled to the ground and groaned in pain.

The sword light suddenly fled, pointing directly at the dream-like shadow.

Under its exclamation, the sword stabbed and cut through the curtain and embroidered scarf.

A heavy muffled snort resounded for thousands of miles, and he immediately fled with blood.

Xiao Han's eyes turned, as if he was about to cross the mountains and rivers, pass through the many spatial barriers, and reach a beast shadow, his eyes were cold.

After the beast shadow was silent for a while, it shattered a sword qi and quietly retreated.

And then, the Netherworld Qi once again hid its form, and disappeared invisibly.

After three breaths, the sky-high sword qi swept back.

After five breaths, a big man from the Martial Saint Sect returned with regret.

Xiao Han of the Zixiao Sect retracted his gaze, his expression was sharp, and he pointed at the shadow, "Slash!"

In an instant, a terrible beast roar ran through the inside and outside of Zixiao, and thousands of spirit beasts screamed sadly.

The blue sky was stained with blood, and the shadow was nearly half dim.

The hundred-zhang sword shadow disappeared for the most part.

At this time, in the Taoist temple, a pair of tightly closed eyes opened Huo Ran, but saw his figure leaping high, and a deep shout in his mind, "This is the moment!"

Sima Yuan immediately broke open a brocade box, revealing its contents.

Suddenly, on top of the hundred-zhang purple gold sword body, a Dao talisman suddenly appeared.

The Dao Fu is mediocre, but there is a trace of a very thin 'divine will' in it.

Under that wisp of divine will, the sword body of Zixiao Sword suddenly stagnated, as if it was struggling, and the breath of the sword body was lingering, as if it was hesitating.

Seeing this, Xiao Han's originally calm and calm expression changed greatly, "You dare to !!"

But I saw that the Dao talisman instantly turned into a hundred-zhang giant and landed lightly on the purple-gold sword body.

At the same time, an ancient atmosphere that seems to be like the past and the present fills the whole world.

The Zixiao Sword trembled, and there was a color of unwillingness, regret, and resentment, and a killing aura that made the people tremble was about to spread out.

A distant, desolate, and ancient sigh came out.

The Dao Fu shook slightly, and the breath of the Baizhang Zixiao Sword suddenly plummeted.

Under Xiao Han's anger, Zixiao's sword body quickly shrank and fell straight down.

With a bang, it was inserted in front of the Taoist temple, and the breath was quietly silent.

The Dao talisman obtained in the Lotus Secret Realm was lightly attached to the sword body.

A figure quietly emerged, and hundreds of sealing talismans were quickly pasted with his eyes.

It is immediately stored in the storage bag.

There was a shout from above that made all the Yuanying of the Qinghong faction change color and spread all over the world, "How daring!"

The vastness and majesty descended in an instant, suffocating and terrifying, and the body was stagnant.

Then, a hundred-zhang big hand suddenly came, and after the peak protection formation on Zixiao Peak screamed and whimpered, it collapsed and turned into a little spiritual light.

At this moment, a scroll appeared on the top of the peak and stopped the big hand.

The two powerhouses collided violently, opening up thousands of miles of floating clouds and scattering the Zhufeng formation.

"Zhuge Lao'er, do you really want to find death?" A deafening sound ran through Zixiao and beyond.

The shadow being stepped slowly, "Senior Brother Xiao, you and I don't need to mention the past, but I can't wait for me to spoil Zixiao Avenue with my own selfishness." ”

He paused slightly, and said in a deep voice, "Today is for us to do the way for heaven and eradicate the scourge of your sect!"

Xiao Han laughed wildly and roared for thousands of miles, "Scourge, what is a scourge? Sacrificing a few gold pills can keep me safe for a thousand years, why not? You and other stupid people are short-sighted, but they are actually hindering the progress of the sect, and it is not a pity to die!"

As soon as the words fell, the faces of many old people below suddenly turned pale and frightened, and their eyes showed a look of sudden awakening.

Someone muttered to himself, "It turns out that Lord Chen Feng and Master Zhao were taken away." ”

Among the peaks below, only Zhao Mengjing was like being struck by lightning, his expression was dull, and there seemed to be disbelief in his eyes.

His eyes were full of remorse, pain, struggle, awakening, and resentment.

He muttered to himself, "I see, I see...... so." ”

After a while, he fell to his knees and kowtowed a few times in the direction of the Zixiao Hall of the main peak, and his eyes showed a resolute hidden figure.

In the Zixiao Palace, the body of the purple gold robe trembled, his face was moved, and a complex color quietly passed away.

Sima Yuan, who was standing proudly with a sword, suddenly heard a secret word in his ears, and his eyebrows moved lightly, but he remained silent.

He held the sword talisman in his left hand, asked the god with his right hand, and looked up at the blue sky.

The shadow above was no longer black fog at this time, and a monster with a scale armor, a unicorn beast head, and a humanoid body appeared in the eyes of the Zixiao faction, causing a burst of exclamations.

Xiao Han almost laughed angrily, he couldn't succeed in killing that little kid just now, and now he encountered the beast blocking the way again, he was furious, and with a wave of his hand, a mighty sword qi roared away.

The first unicorn beast opened its mouth and spit out, and it was the sword qi of several sword cliffs.

The two earth-shattering collisions shook all directions, and everyone bowed their heads and trembled.

Suddenly, he saw that all the peaks burst out in unison, and they all shot out a burst of light and went straight to Xiao Han in the air.

The beam of light is extremely fast, instantaneous, and suddenly approaching.

A muffled snort came.

A majestic voice permeated the Quartet, "You are presumptuous!!"

Tens of thousands of monks vomited blood in unison, and the three thousand sword cultivators fell to the ground in disgrace.

The peaks are dimmed, and the four directions change color because of them.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, a flying sword came from the sword peak, as fast as lightning and as powerful as thunder.

A bitter roar of resentment sounded, "Old monster, you will definitely die today!!

The flying sword quickly penetrated Xiao Han Yuanying, he snorted, and his fiery gaze shone on the Sword Pavilion, his sleeve robe shook violently, and the flying sword exploded with a bang.

The sword peak collapsed by a small half, and the aura of the shadow turned sharply, and it was in danger.

Sima Yuan's heart was shocked, his eyes showed compassion, and he was ready to go.

At this time, Xiao Han was like a tiger pulling out his teeth, the Zixiao Sword was bound, the real body was nailed, and the divine soul was destroyed.

There are also two major primordial infants at the same level entangled, and after being attacked by the Zhufeng formation, the strength has been weakened.

At this moment, if he was hit by the deputy pavilion master of Sword Peak, his vitality was already greatly damaged.

But it's still too early to kill a real person.

Xiao Han was furious, and Xiao Ling's body, which was possessed and snatched away, became more and more demonic and terrifying under the incomparable true qi deterrence.

Suddenly, a calm cheer came from inside the Zixiao Palace, "Children and grandsons Xiao Tong, please ask the ancestor to die!"

'Xiao Ling' snorted a few times when he heard this, and cracks on his body slowly appeared.

His eyes were cloudy, and his breath seemed to be disordered.

At this moment, another sword came straight ahead.

He raised his fist and slammed it, and it exploded.

A deep voice slowly sounded, "Shu Ye has invited Elder Taishang to return to his position."

A Dao method suddenly hit 'Xiao Ling's trembling body.

In the end, an explosion that shook all directions spread across a radius of thousands of miles, and all the disciples who heard the sound coughed up blood and fell to the ground.

A slightly slender figure was suspended in the air, its person looked like Xiao Tong, majestic but thousands of times heavier.

His eyes are like torches, indifferent and overlooking, high up, like seeing all beings as ants.

This person is Xiao Hanyuan's real body!

At this moment, he no longer cares about the initial high spirit, replaced by a trace of tiredness and depression that is difficult to hide.

Glancing at the two qi machines on his side, his eyes were cold and cold, he snorted coldly, and went straight to the Taoist temple Sima Yuan.

The face of the Qilin beast leader changed greatly, and the old man named Zhuge Xun frowned, and the two of them sent out a powerful blow in unison, slamming on Xiao Han's back.

Xiao Han, who had never defended at all, spat out several mouthfuls of ink-like soul blood, and the illusory figure became thinner and thinner.

The body is even more staggering, but it also aggravates its direct falling speed.

In an instant, his figure appeared in front of Sima Yuan.

His gaze was cold, and he rushed forward despite the aggravation of his injuries.

Suddenly, a figure slowly solidified between the two, blocking the way.

Xiao Han was indifferent, and waved his sleeves indifferently, and the man exploded.

Xiao Hanyu raised his eyebrows, and his figure suddenly swept backwards.

A golden danzhu the size of a soybean came in an instant, and in a shrunk of its pupils, it jumped half a foot in front of him.

Suddenly, a dazzling light burst out, and the roar resounded from the Taoist temple in all directions.

Xiao Han's figure was almost half blown away.

At this time, Sima Yuan slowly pulled out the Divine Sword and pasted a sword talisman towards Xiao Han.

His face was calm, and he pointed forward, as if whispering,

"Ask God, behead the baby!"