Xiao Yang looked down with cold eyes and slowly held up his right hand. The demonic breath continued to gather in the palm of his hand, forming a black ball the size of a sea bowl, making a crackling sound.

"Extinguish!" he threw the black ball down.

"It's not good, we must not let it be in the middle of Xianxia!" Yu Heng grew old and greeted the streamer.

He emitted a blazing blue light around him, and he used his life's strength to support the black ball, his hands shattering inch by inch in the light curtain, and in the blink of an eye, it had reached his elbow.

"Senior brother, I'm here to help you!" Elder Kaiyang also turned into light, and at the moment of arrival, Elder Yuheng suddenly kicked out.

Caught off guard, Elder Kaiyang was kicked upside down.

He instantly understood the other party's thoughts, and exclaimed sadly: "Senior brother, no!"

"If you have the opportunity, revive Xianxia!"

Elder Yuheng closed his eyes and recited a mantra, and his Yuan Shen flew out from the center of his eyebrows, and rushed into the black ball without hesitation, and his body immediately disintegrated into a piece of starlight, and the sect master and the others closed their eyes sadly.

The black ball slowed down, and a faint blue light appeared around it. Suddenly, it changed direction and fell outside the high walls of the Xianxia Sect, its spirit was as strong as iron, and it invaded the ground I don't know how deep.

Suddenly, there was a vision of the earth, glowing with a bluish-purple glow.

The next moment, a violent vibration spread throughout the heavens and the earth from the bottom to the top.

A corner of Xianxia suddenly rose dozens of feet, like a small mountain. The blinding white light tore through the earth, and everyone was temporarily blinded, and a violent explosion resounded through the sky.

Whether it is pavilions or bricks and trees, everything is turned into powder and blown in all directions.

The sect master and others sacrificed magic weapons and magic weapons to save their lives, and under the impact of the explosion, they were like boats swaying in the wild waves.

The smoke and dust cleared, and the sect master's eyes were red and he looked down. He clenched his fist with a loud bang, and he didn't know that the blood was dripping.

At this moment, Xianxia can no longer be described as devastated, and more than half of it has been swallowed up by the terrifying pit, and there is hardly a single intact house.

Xiao Yang crossed his arms and seemed to appreciate the explosion just now.

"It's not that Yuheng old way, at this moment Xianxia will turn into ashes. This king is going to wipe you all out this time!" he smirked and gathered his breath again.

"En?" A trace of doubt flashed in Xiao Yang's eyes, the black ball in his hand was only the size of a walnut, and no matter how good he was, it would be useless. That's not all, the magic breath in the body is involuntarily lost.

"Oh no, this kid's skills have not been abolished, this, this is a manifestation of the repulsion of Xuan and Demon!" there was a hint of panic in his eyes.

The eastern sky suddenly burst into a burst of light, and one hundred and ten monks were bathed in treasure light, or rode body protection beasts or cloud royal swords, and the Tao was above the Xianxia monks.

"Heavenly Dao Ethereal Sect!" Xiao Yang's expression became solemn. Don't say that your skills are declining at this time, even if you are in your heyday, you don't dare to underestimate each other.

"The devil is going to be rampant!" said one of the people, and his voice resounded through the sky.

Xiao Yang raised his eyes and saw the crane-haired and childish face of this life, dressed in a pale gold robe, riding on a fairy bird with a harrier's head and a crane's body.

"Tong Xuan Zhenren!" his expression was awe-inspiring, and he couldn't see through the other party's cultivation with his current Taoism.

The decline in his power is getting faster, and he has just been reborn but is about to be banned again, Xiao Yang is extremely unwilling, and he let out a burst of demonic roar, like a substantial demonic breath circle vibrating.

"Wake up!"

With a loud shout, a huge earthquake occurred in Baijialing again. The demons who died in battle thousands of years ago crawled out of the soil one after another, and they were so numerous, their eyes were red, their bodies had long since turned into bones, they were wearing tattered armor, and they held all kinds of weapons and demon soldiers in their hands.

"Hahahaha......." Looking at the huge demon army, Xiao Yang seemed to have regained the feeling of swallowing the six realms back then.

"The rolling red dust flows eastward, and the clouds and smoke do not reunite!" came from the air.

Tong Xuan Zhenren sat cross-legged and floated in the air, he drew several quaint talismans on the dust, and then threw them down.

The dust turned into dozens of zhang in size, emitting bursts of golden light, only to see it turn suddenly, and in an instant the sky and the earth changed color, and a huge whirlwind rose out of thin air, enveloping the entire Hundred Obstacles Ridge.

The demons couldn't control their bodies, and they were swept up by the whirlwind, and a little starlight appeared in the wind, and the bodies of the demon soldiers and demon generals were immediately shattered, turning into smoke and dust and dissipating into the air.

Xiao Yang's face became more and more gloomy, and he had already retreated in his heart. He gathered the last remaining demonic breath, and black lightning appeared around him again.

"Demon Shadow Devouring Darkness!" he shouted, holding up his magic spear in both hands.

Immediately after that, with him as the center, the surroundings suddenly became dark, and he couldn't see his five fingers.

All the monks showed their abilities, and the meritorious sacrifices and treasures created light. But they were shocked to find that no matter how bright the light was, it could only illuminate a few feet of space.

The Tongxuan real person was not in a hurry, and with a wave of the dust in front of him, the dazzling golden expanse continued to expand, engulfing the surrounding darkness.

The crowd found that the Adversary was long gone, and he turned into a shadow in the darkness and fled.

At this time, Xiao Yang ran away like a lost dog, and just wanted to return to the demon world immediately.

He soon came to the end of the Hundred Obstacles Ridge, but saw a huge stone door rising from the ground.

The two doors, one red and one basket, are carved with the images of demons and people, and the door beams are golden, carved with the Heavenly Immortal Yuyun Sword glaring downward.

Xiao Yang crashed into the stone gate in a panic, only to hear a loud bang, but was bounced back and fell heavily to the ground.

Annoyed, he got up and looked up, and saw a strange round lock in the middle of the stone door.

"Break it for me!" he swung his magic spear, and a red light slammed into it.

With a muffled sound, the lock was splashed with dust, and there was not a trace of it on it.

Xiao Yang's heart sank, and he once again resisted his magic spear, spinning like a top in his hand, and a blood flame continued to shoot towards the strange lock.

The blood flame that turned iron like water couldn't help the other party at all, and it didn't even change color.

He stuck the magic spear on the ground and gasped, and his strength had dropped to about forty percent at this time.

Feeling that the Ethereal Sect monk was getting closer and closer, he couldn't help but get angry, and he didn't spare his magic power, and used his lifelong mastery to attack the strange lock. However, I don't know if it was because of the decline in power or because the lock was too powerful, and he couldn't break it by all means.

Xiao Yang flew closer to take a closer look, but saw that the lock looked like gossip and was a little different. Six grooves surround a slightly larger circumference, and the seven are of different colors and shapes. The outermost are two circles of golden discs, one positive and one reverse slowly rotating, engraved with quaint talismans, glowing with bright colorful auspicious light.

"Could it be that this is the Hongmeng Seven Locks!" Xiao Yang frowned.

Legend has it that this lock is owned by the Ethereal Sect, and it took shape after refining for thousands of years, in order to prevent the demon clan from invading the Six Paths again, Tongxuan Zhenren contacted the representatives of the Six Paths Sect, and the lock was sacrificed to the Xianxia Sect in the world.

He suddenly remembered what he had seen in the plane tree that night.

"If you want to smash it, it's hard to climb to the sky, this king is at the peak of fashion, you can try it, how can you live now!"

An auspicious light had flashed in the sky, and the monks of the Ethereal Sect could find this place in the blink of an eye.

Xiao Yang suddenly thought of the cave that teased the evil, and immediately turned into a demon shadow and hid in. He crept to the wall of the cave entrance and looked at the monks passing by, and an insidious plan came to mind.

Xiao Yang gathered the remaining magic power in one place, preparing to launch the magic transformation technique.

In a blue space, the cultivation spirit pinched his hands and silently recited the demon mantra in his mouth, he glanced at Xiao Yang who was sitting on the ground, and saw that he lowered his head and was speechless.

"Hmph, you little baby is not just a waste or a coward!" he said sarcastically.

It turned out that although Xiao Yang hated Xianxia, he didn't want to hurt people's lives more, but he was unexpectedly controlled by the demon and couldn't help himself, and the blood of the direct killing flowed like a river, and he was in shock and panic at this moment.

The cultivator looked at the sky with a smile, and when he saw that there was a suitable person passing by, he immediately turned into a red light and shot out.

Layers of ripples suddenly rippled over the sea of knowledge, and the red light quickly rebounded back and fell heavily to the ground.

"What, why is this!"

Xiu Ye didn't care about the pain, and tried a few more times, but it was still useless.

In a fit of rage, he pushed his magic skills to the extreme, turning into a demon shadow and crashing around.

Xiao Yang suddenly let out a painful moan, and the outer body echoed it, and blood spurted from his mouth and nose.

Xiu Ye sat on the ground panting.

Suddenly, he thought of something, looked at Xiao Yang and said in horror: "This, this is the Shura Zhihai, you are actually a Shura people!"

He hit again like crazy, Xiao Yang lay on the ground in pain and said weakly: "If you don't want to die together, stop immediately!"

This sentence worked, and the violent cultivator immediately quieted down, and he let out an unwilling demonic roar.

At this time, Xiao Yang was also extremely shocked, and his life experience became confusing.