When the news spread that the Nine Thousand Xiaoyao Marquis was about to go to Qinghe Mountain to worship the mountain, everyone was really happy, and they all thought that Yudu had finally intervened in the battle of Taoism, and their disciples would also be saved.

How do you know that the Marquis of Xiaoyao came and went away, just like going out to enjoy the scenery in spring, and went back after a walk.

The sect members who were waiting at the foot of the mountain wanted to take advantage of the time when the Xiaoyao Hou came down the mountain to go to the Yan, who knew that this Xiaoyao Hou had never come down from the sky from beginning to end.

The carefree marquis of Yudu became the last straw on everyone's backs, and in the face of the arrogant Taoist, everyone almost fell into despair, did they really have to wait for the Taoist war to collect the corpses of their own personal disciples?

Buddha Hand Bodhidharma was the first to leave Qinghe Mountain, he didn't say exactly where he was going and what he was doing, but everyone knew it, and then the remaining sect masters also left, although they all left from different directions, but they all turned in one direction halfway, the direction that Shan Doro left.

Everyone had a tacit understanding, no one spoke, as for where to go, everyone was like a mirror in their hearts, they wanted to go to the sorcerer to help.

But it is impossible to talk about this kind of thing on the table when the joint magician fights against the Taoist, after all, the Taoist is still the head of the four major families, the tree is big and deep-rooted, and no one can resist the anger of the Taoist family after the autumn, while the future of his own sect, how difficult it is for a small sect to cultivate a personal heir, if it dies in vain in the Taoist dispute, then the incense of this sect may also be broken.

So whatever the reason, it's worth taking the risk.

Fang Wushan took them into the Linglong Elegant Realm from a secret path, and then taught them a defensive formation, from beginning to end, he did not mention the word Taoist, as if this was a recognized taboo in each other's hearts, and it would be unlucky, very unlucky.

The dozen or so strange people standing on the phantom wall were all different from the dozen or so sects, and there were no people with thick right hands and arms in the middle.

It was also the first time for everyone to experience the wonder of the magician's illusion, the illusion disguise is more wonderful than the usual Jianghu disguise technique, all the disguise materials are from some animal flesh and blood, even if there is a sword at this time, it will flow blood and flesh as usual.

No matter the body shape, voice, hair, and even gender can be changed under the artist's disguise.

At this time, if you want to recognize their true bodies, you can't know their true faces unless you break them through the middle with a knife, and the fake body is also imprinted with a unique illusion barrier of the magician, and ordinary people can't detect it through their divine sense.

The general rules on the rivers and lakes, what no one sees, does not happen.

Today, only dozens of strange people have joined forces to lay down an impregnable phantom wall, and there is no sect master who unites with the sorcerers to fight against the Taoists in order to save their relatives and disciples.

Under the protection of illusion and disguise, everyone is very hard-working, because they know that behind them is the future of their own sect, and if they don't fight today, they will have no successor.

The transparent phantom wall attracts waves of attacks, as stable as a majestic mountain, guarding the exquisite and elegant realm.

A fish drum sounded in the air, and everyone in Qinghe Mountain stopped attacking.

Tiandou Zhenjun knocked the yin and yang ring in his hand and turned the ring into a sword.

A pair of Yin and Yang swords flew around the Heaven Dou True Monarch, one as pure as heavenly fire, and the other as cold as extreme ice.

This yin and yang sword is also one of the Taoist palm swords, perennial with Tiandou Zhenjun, it is rumored to be a relic of the ancient gods, but almost none of the mountain people have the true body of this pair of yin and yang swords, only know that the big palm sect body with a pair of yin and yang rings, its power is not known, today's yin and yang sword, the world is watching.

Tiandou Zhenjun said in his mouth: "Yin Yang Heavenly Slave Sword!"

The two swords of ice and fire have to make the true monarch go straight to the phantom wall.

The twin swords went deep into the wall, like stones into a deep pool, and disappeared.

Before long, the light of ice and fire came from the phantom wall, and the two swords danced and flew wrongly, and the phantom wall was uncertain, and for the first time, there was a crack.

The twin swords were like a pair of swallows flying in the rain, shuttling back and forth in the phantom wall at high speed, leaving behind a path of ice and fire gods.

More than a dozen black-clothed people urged Yuan Gong to stabilize the phantom wall, but they still couldn't force the yin and yang sword in the wall.

Soon, two traces of ice and fire filled the entire phantom wall.

The Yin-Yang Sword also stopped, burrowing out from behind the phantom wall.

The towering wall slowly cracked, and the sound of fine thunder exploded from the wall.

Rumble!!

The phantom wall that blocked the advance of Qinghe Mountain fell and collapsed.

The dozen or so black-clothed people behind Fang Wushan saw that Great Xia had fallen, and they all fled away.

This is the agreement they made with the sorcerer, try their best but will not fight for their lives, after all, this battle will not change because of a dozen people, they just try their best to make themselves feel at ease.

Now that the phantom wall has been broken, it's time for them to retreat.

The dense Qinghe Mountain Taoist priests began to rush forward again.

Fang Wushan stood on the top of the mountain, stretched out his hands to both sides, and threw two white balls into the valley on both sides.

Suddenly, there was a faint sound of mountain torrents rushing in the valleys on both sides, and the momentum was huge, sweeping the sky and the earth.

A giant elephant leaped out of the valley and directly crushed a mountain bag, and then all kinds of animals with unusual bodies ran out of the valley, and groups of animals in the valley on both sides trampled on the ground and shook the mountain, and the sky was full of dust.

The Taoist priests were startled at first, but they were not panicked, and formed groups of three or five, forming large and small Dao formations to resist the attack of this group of phantom beasts.

A group of ferocious phantom beasts, as soon as they came into contact with the Dao Array, directly trampled the countless Dao priests in the front row into pulp.

Fragmented corpse pieces were splashed everywhere in the crowd, and the severed fingers, half of the head, and a piece of flesh and bones composed of unknown pieces directly covered the face of a young Taoist priest.

The Taoist priests on Qinghe Mountain have seen a lot of large and small scenes over the years, but now they have seen the cruelty of the battlefield so closely, and many Taoist priests are still the first time.

Screams of terror from the crowd rang out one after another.

There are still six of the eight sons of pure yang in the world, flying to the ground, adding a war group, and the six of them formed several large Dao formations, leading the Dao array, and besieging and killing several of the most ferocious phantom beasts.

The six of them have cooperated for many years, and now with the help of the Dao Array, they are more seamless, and they quickly solved several giant beasts.

At the same time, scattered Dao arrays continued to join their large Dao arrays.

Soon, in the valley, six large Dao arrays walked side by side, like six huge wheels slowly rolling forward, and in the gaps between the six wheels, countless phantom beasts were strangled.

After all, the phantom beast is an unintelligent creature, and can only accept some simple instructions, where can it be defeated by the Taoist who is proficient in the formation, and the magician gradually appears to be declining.

On the other side, behind the valleys on both sides, there were hundreds of phantom beast masters who operated phantom beasts, in order to make these phantom beasts more lethal, they had connected these phantom beasts with their own cultivation origins, and it was an extremely dangerous thing to manipulate such a big phantom beast at one time, but now the phantom beasts of the big beasts died, causing the phantom beast masters to backfire on themselves, and countless phantom beast masters fell to the ground one after another, without a sound.

Seeing that there was not much left of these hundreds of illusionists.

At this time, Murong Xuexian moved.

Murong Xuexian floated in the dust, a palm sword in his hand, this sword tip is slender, but the sword body is wide and magnificent, the name is Jianyue, Murong Xuexian is holding Jianyue in one hand, floating in the air, the wind and clouds are surging, the sword intent is majestic, sweeping thousands of miles.

Jianyue was in his hand, Murong Xuexian pointed at Fang Wushan with his sword, flew away, and shouted in his mouth: "The top of the wild bear's head allows you to escape and ascend to heaven, and this time you will definitely be beheaded under Jianyue!"

Fang Wushan stood with his hands behind his back, without fear.

In Murong Xuexian's sword-holding hand, the white light was great, vowing to deliver this heaven-breaking blow.

Suddenly, a short old man appeared in front of him, and the old man carefully played the Jianyue, as if he was helping him to try this magic weapon, and finally the little old man actually sat on Jianyue's body, looking comfortable.

You must know that this Jianyue sword is powerful, and at this time, it is even more at a high speed, even Murong Xuexian, who is holding Jianyue, is hit by the sword power that is flying from Jianyue's body, and the bones all over his body hurt, let alone sitting on it.

Just when Murong Xuexian was suspicious, eight old men appeared around him, almost all of whom looked exactly like the little old man at the tip of the sword.

Murong Xuexian was very surprised, but at this time, the little old man at the tip of the sword spoke: "Young people, don't look at people, we all look about the same, people are old, especially when they are very old, they all look about the same." ”

Murong Xuexian looked at Fang Wushan's side again, and at some point, there was also a little old man standing beside Fang Wushan.

He immediately woke up and exclaimed, "You are the Ten Elders of the Magician!?"

The little old man's face was wrinkled, and he probably smiled: "Hehe, I didn't expect that a young person like you actually knew us, we have lived too long, I thought that everyone in the world thought we were dead." ”

Almost no one knows about the Ten Elders now, it is indeed because they have lived too long, and the last time they were famous in the world was because of the Battle of Daoshu, but that battle took place more than a hundred years ago.

A hundred years ago, the old man of Huanglong alone on the Qinghe Mountain, defeated the two masters, killed four mountain masters, but died in the hands of the Taoist ancestor yesterday, originally the Taoist wanted to take advantage of the victory to pursue, wantonly slaughtered the warlock, it was the ten elders of the articulation stood up, with the remaining sorcerer forces desperately resisted, and finally kept the last bit of incense of the sorcerer, hidden in the exquisite and elegant realm, recuperation, the sorcerer can be today, even if it is all dependent on the support of the sorcerer ten elders.

Just as Murong Xuexian was looking back on the past, the little old man at the tip of the sword spoke.

"It's good to be young, just a little time to be in a state of mind is enough for us old men to feel distressed for a year, eh!

The little old man threw his sleeve on Murong Xuexian's face.

On the battlefield now, anyone who encounters the most mysterious sorcerer of a hundred years ago will tremble for a while.

"Well, you should know how good we are, right? Then you go back, and we shouldn't bother with the children, how about it?" said the little old man, with a toothless mouth.

The cold sweat on Murong Xuexian's head kept flowing, but he still clenched Jianyue in his hand, and said slowly: "Forgive the juniors for not being able to do this, the battle of Taoism has been more than a hundred years, and today should be over!"

After saying these words in front of the Ten Elders of the Martial Arts, Murong Xuexian's chest rose and fell, presumably his heart was turbulent.