Ye Cai'e has a very unique view of exercises and techniques, otherwise it would be impossible to sit in the position of the acting head of the family, but with her vision, she still can't find a way to crack it, which makes her frightened and a little happy.

But she didn't know that this spell did not belong to the Ye family, or even to this era.

This spell only belongs to the land of legends.

"Where I am is a secluded city. ”

A faint strange voice sounded, not any human language, but it could make people know its meaning clearly.

But the real change is far more than that, I don't know if it was stimulated by the five-colored glow, or Ye Chenfeng felt that the time was ripe, and the phantom shadow of the Sea God Tree looming in the portal behind him changed again, and on the most condensed branch, a tender leaf sprouted. In an instant, the aura of heaven and earth changed again, and the mist in the sky, which was originally like a huge mountain shadow, was actually pulled over and merged into the black qi around Ye Chenfeng!

I don't know what the black gas is condensed for, it seems to be light but sinks to the ground, forming a huge and pitch-black vortex, if someone looks at it, they will find that this vortex is like a huge painting, although it looks like a rotating vortex, but in fact, this abyss-like blackness only appears on the surface of the ring, and does not infect the surrounding area.

If you look at it from above, it is more appropriate to say that it is not so much a portal as an eye from the abyss.

For the mist in the sky, the trace drawn by this abyss is just a drop in the bucket, but it also really shakes the foundation of the shadow of the immortal mountain, and weakens the projection of the entire immortal mountain undetectably.

This trace of consumption was extremely secretive, and even Ye Cai'e's cultivation could not detect it, let alone those monks who had not noticed Ye Chenfeng's changes at all.

Meanwhile.

Dissatisfied with the fact that a figure dared to intimidate himself, Jiang Haoran, the head of the Jiang family, had already flown into the sky, accompanied by a water dragon beside him, fighting with that figure.

The water dragon roared and moved, as if it was exuding bursts of dragon power, as if a real dragon accompanied Jiang Haoran around.

And the latter, as the head of the Jiang family, naturally couldn't just control the water dragon to fight, and even in the eyes of others, not only did he not perform any operation on the water dragon, but even used a set of palm techniques himself, gathering water mist out of thin air, like an auspicious cloud, fueling the power of the water dragon.

However, the auspicious cloud is just a palm spell, it looks ethereal, like some kind of mysterious magic, but in fact it is a set of close-range palm techniques, Jiang Haoran found another way, and a set of palm techniques played out of the feeling of magic powers, auspicious clouds are ever-changing, that is, palm magic is ever-changing. At the same time, with the water dragon, one far and one near, one fast and one slow, one opens and closes, and the other is dense like rain. Under the cooperation of the two, the entire mountain peak was enveloped.

Everyone was amazed, this Jiang Haoran actually crossed the figure and attacked the entire Immortal Mountain!

However, the figure in the sky only raised its head slightly, and was somewhat surprised, although it was impossible to see the face, everyone could feel the contempt exuded by the figure.

It seems that no matter which water dragon it is, or Jiang Haoran's cloud-like palm technique, in the eyes of that figure...... But child's play.

He didn't care about the water dragon, and he didn't stop the auspicious clouds that accompanied the water dragon to entangle the immortal mountain, just like he never cared about these monks who saw the immortal mountain but didn't meet the earth bun monks.

These monks couldn't help the projection of the Immortal Mountain behind them, as if they couldn't help the sword in their hands either.

"One person ......"

These two words rang out in the minds of all the monks, and they all suddenly had an illusion, as if the monk's projection had been condensed a little. Before, it felt as if there was a thin layer of sand, but now he could clearly recognize the sect symbol that was clearly visible on the monk's figure.

But the strange thing is that only the monk's face is still blurry, and it cannot be seen from any angle, as if the monk's entire face cannot be formed in the consciousness of everyone, even if it is seen with the naked eye, it cannot be imaged in both eyes, and even if it is imaged, the visual signal cannot be transmitted to the brain.

Of course, those monks couldn't have such a cognition, they would only think that it was some kind of illusion or trick, and only Ye Chenfeng could really see the principle.

"One Sword ......"

The monk's voice echoed in my head again!

But this time, his figure did not change much, but the cultivation present was a flower in front of him, and he couldn't see it for a moment, as if he was blinded by something. But in the next moment, they realized that they were not blinded by someone, but a sword light that was so strong to the extreme, like the blazing sun, suddenly appeared in everyone's sight, causing their eyes to be blind for a short time.

But even so, it couldn't hide the amazement of that sword, and it couldn't hide the shock in their hearts.

The moment they saw the sword, they knew that all preparations and all vigilance were in vain. They don't have to fight, they also know that the perception of each other is definitely not something that cultivation and realm can make up for.

Because when these two words came to their minds, they all saw a flying sword stabbing at them, making their eyes temporarily blind, as if they had been gouged out by someone, and they couldn't bear it anymore, and they launched their own spells to resist.

It's a pity that this is not a magical spell, it is just the sword intent that naturally exudes when the figure says "a sword".

Spells can block moves, exercises, and spells, but they can't block the sword intent, because strictly speaking, it's just a will, but it's so sharp that you will be hurt by the sword intent just by feeling it.

This is just the sword intent released by a figure, and it is not aimed at everyone present, it has already caused varying degrees of damage to people's spiritual sense, so what kind of pressure Jiang Haoran is under can be imagined!

"A Penglai!"

With the last three words exiting, the figure's sword technique was finally fully unfolded, and at this time, everyone's eyes had just recovered, but they saw a very strange scene.

The figure came out of the sword and swept away with a sword, but the sword qi contained a shocking life.

Jiang Haoran's water dragon bore the brunt of the attack, and at the moment of facing the sword qi, there was an emerald green entering the body, constantly eroding the body of the water dragon, but he didn't feel any killing intent and sword intent, he only felt that the power of the water dragon continued to increase all day long, and his body kept growing, and finally he actually gave birth to flesh and blood, and with a dragon roar in the sky, he directly broke away from Jiang Haoran's control, and flew straight to the immortal mountain behind the figure.

As for the auspicious clouds that Jiang Haoran's palm turned into, they also underwent similar changes after being penetrated by the sword qi, and the auspicious clouds instantly fell apart and turned into fluttering flocculents, without the slightest threat.

The other competitions in the ring have long since stopped, and they all watched this immortal battle, and even many disciples avoided a disaster from befalling themselves because they noticed the changes in the heavens in advance, but the Dao Conference was still greatly affected.

Everyone was terrified by the figure in the sky, and no one noticed that a large amount of black gas had already filled a ring at this time, as if the entire ring had been included in the territory of hell.

"Huh?"

A light suspicion, exploding out of thin air!

The dustless figure in the sky, after defeating Jiang Haoran with a sword and shocking the entire Dao Conference, had already planned to do the opposite, but suddenly paused, as if he had noticed something. turned around and caught a glimpse of the figure in the ring, and the look that was hurriedly concealed in shock, but could not be concealed.

The figure of the immortal wind dao bone on the immortal mountain actually showed a sluggish expression for the first time, and turned into a shocking anger in the next moment.

"Xiao Yifan, you are Xiao Yifan!"

No one thought that the elegant figure that seemed to have no feelings, as if it had become one between heaven and man, and was as ruthless as heaven and earth, would actually show such a look, and even burst into a foul language.

"You're not dead yet!"