There are many forces in the world that really exist but are not perceived by ordinary people, and they cannot even be used by the vast majority of cultivators, and the same is true of the star energy from outside the region, and the same is true of the power of true magnetism in the leylines.

The true essence of ordinary cultivators is the medium that calls for more vitality in this world, but the huge clothes on this man's body are the medium for communicating and harnessing the power of the earth's true magnetism.

In the leylines where the ancient city of Tianluo is located, there are a large number of magnetite veins and mineral salts, the two are accompanied, and the geomagnetic power generated has been strangely amplified, and at this time, under his inspiration, these true magnetic powers, which were originally only able to make the starlight appear more dazzling, are like turning into real streams.

A lot of metal powder was spilled at this point.

The metal powder came from another part of the city, from three cultivators of the Yang Sect of the Northern Wei Dynasty who were proficient in the secret art of the Star Sea.

These metal powders are also a medium.

For hundreds of years, the cultivators of the Yang Clan Gate Valve have used this unique meteorite powder to allow them to perceive and use those star energy.

In a sense, this unique metal powder is their magic weapon.

Their methods, which seemed unbelievable to ordinary people, were actually the product of the combination of the True Yuan and this kind of magic weapon.

It is impossible for any meteorite to have much existence, and if this metal powder of the Yang Clan's Gate Valve is cut off one day, then their method will be completely useless, just like those cultivators who have completely lost their true essence and have not been replenished.

It's just that tonight, these Yang Sect Valve cultivators didn't have the slightest stinginess.

A large amount of this metal powder mingled with the hustle and bustle, constantly sucking up the silvery light.

The starlight falling from the sky and the strength of the man in the huge robe blended almost perfectly.

The converging star vitality rotated like wisps in the air, forming a strange silver circle of light, and in the center of the silver aperture, the power of true magnetism gushing out of the ground continued to converge in it, turning into lightning-like beams of light.

Countless beams of light, like flying swords condensed by countless bolts of lightning, continued to form in the night, falling towards the city, or more accurately, a huge depression in the ground.

That was where the original Dao and Bai Yuelu and the others were.

At this time, looking down from the sky, the ancient city of Tianluo no longer exists, and has turned into a huge bowl.

Countless small swords condensed by lightning walked disorderly in the sandstorm, and finally fell towards the original Daoist and the others.

The original Daoren's brow furrowed deeply.

For the first time, he sensed a deadly threat, and most importantly, in the midst of a sandstorm

, his perception was once again imprisoned by a mysterious power, as if there was a huge black turtle shell completely covering this world.

He raised his left hand.

His right arm had been lost in battle many years earlier, but by this time, his left hand was many times stronger than his sword-wielding right hand.

His five fingers were opened, slightly flexed, and then pointed.

In the sandstorm, five violent howls suddenly sounded.

The whistling sound did not come from before his five fingers, but from heaven.

The five majestic air currents were like five tornadoes falling fiercely, breaking through the black turtle shell that enveloped the huge depression, and then smashed into the sandstorm.

Countless qi qi was like the swords of countless famous swordsmen rolling out in the sandstorm, constantly rolling those lightning swords used from all directions into the depths of the sandstorm around them.

In the depths of the sandstorm, the old man sitting on top of the black coffin lowered his head to look at the black coffin he was sitting on.

The surface of the black coffin shone with a layer of crystal light, making the previously dark black coffin more and more like it was carved from a whole piece of black jade, but at this time, as if it was broken by his gaze, several cracks suddenly appeared on the coffin lid, which was as smooth as a mirror.

The old man was infinitely emotional.

He has been in the north all his life.

In the far south for him, in the past many years, at least the Three Saints of the Southern Heavens have appeared, but in the time he has experienced in this life, in the north where he is located, there has never been a cultivator who has entered the Holy Realm.

He still remembered that when he entered the gods, his master had just entered the sainthood, but his longevity was already at the end of his life.

His master said with great melancholy and emotion, "If you see Miaozhen in the morning, you can die at night." ”

The pilgrimage that his master said was really just seeing, really just thinking about his own cultivation for a lifetime, knowing that there was such a realm, but he couldn't see the cultivators of that realm at all, and he couldn't see how powerful the cultivators of that realm were, and how to control the vitality of heaven and earth.

Even if it was just for him to see such a cultivator who had truly entered the Miaozhen Realm at that time, he would even be able to leave this world with peace of mind and happiness.

The more you practice to the depths, the more you have little longevity left, and the more you know how wonderful it is to practice, the more you know how far away the realm is to go up.

So the old man felt lucky.

He had seen such a realm, so even if he was defeated, if he couldn't trap the enemy of this wonderful true realm here, even if he died here, he would have no regrets.

His hands pressed against the lid.

More cracks appeared on the black coffin lid in an instant.

But at the same time, it's like some cultivators who practice unique exercises to squeeze the sea of qi

Like the true yuan in the depths, more vitality has been squeezed out of this black coffin.

An incomparably ancient aura suddenly appeared around him.

In the cracks of the coffin lid, wisps of black vitality were like countless black roses suddenly growing out, and then turning into the shadows of mountains.

Countless small mountains appeared on the black coffin lid, and at the same time, there seemed to be countless more mountains in the sky, and then these mountains began to spin wildly.

The original Daoist's left hand was still raised, and his index and middle fingers were pointed together as swords at this time, and he stabbed out into the void.

The reason why a cultivator of the Miao True Realm is powerful is that he can absorb a large amount of Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi from farther heaven and earth at will, and only with that blow, he not only wants to break the enemy's blockade of this world, but also to judge the enemy's true position with this blow.

At this time, although countless mountains appeared in his perception, the moment he pierced the turtle shell had already made him catch a glimpse of the cultivator who had gathered these lightning swords.

The man in the huge robe looked up.

In the sandstorm in front of him, a hole suddenly appeared.

A sword qi with a strong natal aura broke through the air, but in the process, it did not expand, but shrank sharply, shrinking into a needle.

The man took a step back, but he knew that he couldn't stop this incomparably condensed sword qi at all.

He could only hope for his companions.

Countless gray currents flowed from behind him like thin strands of hair.

On the other end of these hair-like vitality was the woman surnamed Zhen in a huge robe.

These filaments quickly wound around the sword qi, unable to stop the sword qi from moving forward, but they forcibly pulled it a few inches away.

The first few inches were already a few feet away when they landed in front of the man in the huge robe.

Peng's thud.

There was a thud on the man's coat.

The sand beneath his feet rolled up and spread out like a tidal wave.

This thin sword aura continued to move forward, landing on the ground in the distance beside him.

It was just a sword qi as thin as a needle, but it was like a giant plough ploughing through the ground, instantly cutting the ground into a deep ravine.

"Thank you. ”

The man turned and thanked the woman.

He wasn't hurt himself, but he knew the woman wasn't necessarily unwounded.

"Miao Zhen is really Miao Zhen... It's just that he also needs to consume his true yuan, and his true yuan will also be exhausted. The woman came from behind him, her voice still calm.