In the Sanqing world, the Great Scattered Continent, and within the southern void and northern realm, the twelve Dao Twelve held the blood-colored fairy sword, like a straight stone statue standing in the air.

Opposite him, the second leader of the Witch God Temple stood opposite to Dao Twelve, at this moment he was shocked, he had raised his coercion to the limit, and even took the power of the sealing power of a black giant net, but he still couldn't break the realm of Dao Twelve's sword spirit, his coercion stopped at Dao Twelve's one feet, and he couldn't advance a single bit.

"It is worthy of being the person who made the Sword Pavilion make an exception, and in this situation, he can still forcibly enlighten the Dao, and the monk who came out of the Sword Pavilion is really difficult!"

The second leader of the Witch God Temple's face was pale, and the news he got that the highest cultivation of the cultivators in the Great Scattered Continent was no more than the sixth realm, but he didn't expect that there would be a cultivator from the Sword Pavilion here.

"My name is not false, I have practiced witchcraft for three thousand years, I can turn the sky with one hand, and now under the Nanxu Avenue, I will kill the twelve swords of the human race, and I will die obediently!"

Mo Weixu took three steps forward again, the golden vertical eyes on his forehead gradually overflowed with a trace of green blood, and the black qi around him dissipated instantly at this moment, his face was as white as a frosted stone, the second commander of the Witch God Temple, his beard, at this moment there was no wind and automatic, the second commander of the Witch God Temple finally revealed his true body at this moment, an old man of fifty or sixty years old, with a pair of eyes like an eagle dove, looked at Dao Twelve indifferently.

Mo Weixu's coercion doubled again, and the sword intent that protected Dao Twelve was finally unbearable, and it cracked inch by inch, Mo Weixu's expression was lifted, and he continued to increase the coercion, preparing to press Dao Twelve into smoke powder in one go.

"Groan!"

At this moment, the blood-colored fairy sword in Dao Twelve's hand suddenly flew out of his hand, as if sensing that his master was in great danger, the blood-colored fairy sword, wrapped in a powerful sword intent, slashed towards Mo Weixu alone.

"Hmph! No master's spiritual treasure dares to be presumptuous in front of this seat!" Mo Weixu stretched out his right hand, a black light flashed, he actually grabbed the blood-colored fairy sword with his bare hands, the blood-colored fairy sword was charged, the sword body trembled uncontrollably, and a sword intent emanated from it, and it swooped straight at Mo Weixu.

But Mo Weixu did not retreat at all, and let the sword intent hit him, like a drop of water hitting the boulder, although the momentum was huge, but it did not have the slightest effect, Mo Weixu held the two ends of the blood-colored fairy sword with both hands, and his face showed a trace of cruelty, "It is said that the flying sword is the foundation of sword cultivation, and the twelve main seats of the Dao will fold your fairy sword first today!"

After Mo Weixu finished speaking, his hands bent, and the blood-colored long sword instantly emitted a miserable sword groan, and the sword body trembled more and more violently, and under Mo Weixu's magic power, the sword body gradually began to bend!

"That's not how you use the sword!"

At this moment, a peaceful voice suddenly sounded, Mo Weixuan's complexion changed greatly, and he hurriedly retreated, as soon as he left, a sword attacked, cutting the space that Mo Weitian left into smoke.

"Dao Twelve, you have really entered the realm of the Sword Spirit!" Mo Weixu's complexion changed drastically, and his third golden vertical eye continued to have green blood flowing down, looking extremely miserable!

"Hmph!" "Slaughtering my human beings, its crime should be punished, today I will use the blood of your witch temple to sacrifice my fairy sword."

Dao Twelve's right hand stretched out, and the blood-colored fairy sword suddenly shot out a sword ray to get rid of Mo Weixuan, and returned to Dao Twelve's hand again.

"You're suffering!"

Dao Twelve stroked the flying sword with his right hand, and the flying sword let out a slight tremble, as if in response, "Next, let's go together!"

After Dao Twelve finished speaking, he said that the flying sword suddenly turned into three and flew towards Mo Weixu in three directions, Mo Weixu's face changed, and the three flying swords that were separated in front of him, he didn't see which one was true, Mo Weixu didn't dare to be careless, and hurriedly pulled back, wanting to dodge the flying sword, but Dao Twelve's flying sword was like having eyes, and he was chasing after him, as if he had to hit Mo Weixu, if Lin Chen was here, he would definitely shout, Dao Twelve's blow was even more powerful than the directional skill with radar.

Mo Weixu's speed is extremely fast, but the speed of the Twelve Flying Swords is even faster, so fast that Mo Weixu can only see three long streamers, and he can't tell where the sword body is.

"Hmph!" Mo Weixu suddenly stopped, snorted coldly, after finding that he couldn't dodge the flying sword at all, Mo Weixu's palm flipped over, and a huge black disc composed of magic power slowly emerged, he pushed the disc forward, and immediately collided with the three sword lights of Dao Twelve.

"Z!"

With a loud bang, Mo Weixu suddenly changed color, "These three flying swords are actually real?" On the black disc he condensed, three holes with a width of one palm appeared, and the three flying swords were only blocked by the black disc for a moment, and then the three flying swords continued to fly towards Mo Weixu.

Mo Weixu's expression changed greatly, he couldn't figure out how Dao Twelve obviously only had one flying sword, but why it became three now, Mo Weixu took a deep breath, and inhaled his hands towards his back, and suddenly two cultivators of the Cloud Climbing Realm appeared in his hands.

The two cultivators kept struggling, trying to escape from Mo Weixu's hands, but they were far from Mo Weixu's strength, and they couldn't shake Mo Weixu, Mo Weixu pushed the two cultivators in front of him, blocking the other two flying fairy swords, and then his golden vertical eyes shot out a black light, and the last fairy sword collided violently.

The collision between the black mang and the immortal sword produced a violent explosion, Mo Weixu took the opportunity to retreat hundreds of zhang, and the other two immortal swords stopped the moment they saw that they were two Terran cultivators, and turned into two figures, Dao Twelve and the blood-colored flying sword!

"Hehe! For countless years, the Terrans still can't change their soft-heartedness, Dao Twelve, I admit that you are very strong, and you are the strongest Terran cultivator I have encountered since I came out of the Witch God Temple, but this seat will still be the master of this heaven and earth, emotional, it will always be the weakness of your Terran race, the world is ruthless, but your Terran is affectionate, just by virtue of this!"

After Mo Weixu finished speaking, he suddenly fell to the ground, and a black phantom suddenly appeared behind him, the phantom was the size of a mountain, with a human body and a beast face, looking like a demon more than a human.

The black phantom's gaze looked at Dao Twelve, and Dao Twelve's heart trembled, and that gaze seemed to have a powerful attraction to suck his heart out, "Spirit of the Witch God?"

Dao Twelve hurriedly retreated, horrified, he had seen a portrait in the ancient books of the Sword Pavilion, and it was this phantom on the portrait, it was rumored that they were the founders of the Wu Clan in the Wu Barbarian World!

Mo Weixu glanced at Dao Twelve coldly, and then bowed to the two cultivators he had captured!

"Zhang Qian!"

"Zhao Peng!"

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

Mo Weixuan shouted twice, and the two cultivators instantly exploded into a cloud of blood mist, and their blood was pulled by a force and flew towards the south.

Dao Twelve's eyes widened angrily, he didn't see how Mo Weixu made a move at all, he just bowed to the two cultivators, shouted the names of those two people, and they died in an instant, there was such a strange supernatural power in this world.

Mo Wei bowed to the two of them, and then bowed to Dao Twelve, "Dao Twelve!"

"Boom!"

Dao Twelve's face turned pale, he felt that his blood seemed to be a little uncontrollably about to come out of his body, his whole body was flushed, his blood was boiling, Dao Twelve instantly understood, that phantom could actually cause the blood in their bodies to boil.

"Huh?"

Mo Weixu's face froze, the time of ten breaths passed, although Dao Twelve was hot, but it did not explode, this magic power was given to them by the witch god in the temple, at the cost of his own vitality, he never missed, and none of the people who were worshiped by him could survive.

But today he missed, Dao Twelve couldn't help but die, and stabbed at Mo Weixu with a flying sword, Mo Weixu's face changed, and he quickly got up and retreated, and distanced himself from Dao Twelve again.

"Why aren't you dead?"

Mo Weixu's face was incredulous, Dao Twelve also wanted to find out how this witch god phantom pulled out his blood boiling, if he didn't figure it out, there were still so many witch clans in Nanxu, if they all used this magical power, Mo Weixu didn't dare to imagine.

"Why should I die?" said Dao Twelve's expression remained unchanged, and he asked rhetorically.

Dao Twelve's words made Mo Weixu's expression stagnate, his eyes showed a fierce light, this is his magic power at the bottom of the box, he must kill Dao Twelve here!, Mo Weixu's brows furrowed, and after a while, he seemed to remember something.

"The deity knows, your real name is not called Dao Twelve!"

"It turns out that this witch god's spirit kills people by name!" Dao Txi's face changed slightly, this sounded really unbelievable, and he couldn't prevent it at all, he hurriedly shouted downward: "Listen to the cultivators of the Great Scattered Continent, from now on, you need to keep your name firmly, and don't tell others!"

The faces of the cultivators below changed wildly, and they no longer called them by their names, but replaced them with the names of the immortals and the Taoist friends!

"Hahaha, Dao Twelve, you don't have to do useless work, except for you, the names of these people have long been known by this seat, and today you are here to watch this seat wipe out all your cultivators in the Great Scattered Continent......"

"Zhang Jing!"

"Poof!"

"Yao He!"

"Poof!"

"Xiong San!"

"Poof!"

“......”

“......”

Dao Twelve's complexion changed wildly, Mo Weixu seemed to be extremely familiar with the cultivators of the Great Scattered Continent, even if they didn't say their names now, but he knew the identities of these people well.

"There are traitors in the Witch God Temple among the immortal sects of the Sanqing world!"

Dao Twelve's face turned pale, if this is the case, they are afraid that this trip to Nanxu is a bureau, a witch temple against the killing of the cultivators of the Great Scattered Continent, he can escape the catastrophe, because he himself is indeed not called Dao Twelve, it is just the name he changed after entering the Sword Pavilion.

"No, if this continues, the cultivators of the Great Scattered Continent will be wiped out!" Dao Twelve raised the Immortal Sword, "Since I can't stop you from killing, I can only kill you as quickly as possible!"

Dao Twelve picked up the fairy sword, increased his speed to the limit, and rushed towards Mo Weixu, who seemed to have been prepared, and shouted, "Kill him at all costs!"

As soon as Mo Weixu's voice fell, dozens of barbarian figures suddenly appeared in front of him, each of these barbarians was rickety, and their bodies exuded a strong death aura, and each of them was a person who was about to die.

Dao XII closed his eyes in pain.

.........

Lin Chen, who was shuttling through Chenhuan Peak, suddenly stopped and looked at the north in a daze, where dozens of green smoke rose......

"Great Venerable, did you say that there are dozens of Cloud Ascending Realm powerhouses who have died?"