Mo Xiaoye looked at the two sides of the battle in front of him in a daze, three Jiedan monks, plus a quasi-Yuan Infant, this kind of battle is rare.

Demon Cloud Fenteng, the sword qi is wanton, the two sides are inseparable, and it seems that they are evenly matched.

"Senior, don't you help the people of the Spirit Sword Pavilion all of a sudden?" Mo Xiaoye asked suspiciously, the old Taoist is suitable to say that the devil is coming, and everyone is responsible.

"This is their long-cherished wish, and it is also a sword cultivation lineage, you don't have to interfere, just look at it. Lao Dao leaned against the big tree on the side, a little in a bad mood, drinking alone with a hint of thought in his eyes.

Although some people don't understand what the old Tao means, they still understand the literal meaning, that is, just be a good melon-eating masses.

These bigwigs really love to play dumb riddles.

The Sancai Sword Formation is really extraordinary, and speaking of which, this can be regarded as the power of the formation that he has seen in the true sense.

The three-talent sword formation, the attack bonus is sharp, and the mana of the three people can be transferred to one person in an instant, and the sum of the three peak real people of the three knot pills has barely reached the half-step Yuan Ying.

It's not that the three peak cultivators can match the half-step Yuan Infant together, with the blessing of the Sancai Sword Formation, this is no longer a matter of one plus one plus one equals three.

Moreover, the Sancai Sword Formation seems to be able to disperse the damage received, no matter how strong the attack of the Fire Demon is, under the resistance of the three of them, it will become an insignificant light injury.

The formation seems to be a bit extraordinary.

If you remember correctly, there is also a formation hall in the Hongmeng Palace, but it can't be opened now.

Also don't know what requirements are required to open.

"Alas!"

"Senior?" Looking at the old man who sighed lightly, Mo Xiaoxie showed a trace of doubt.

A trace of sadness flashed on Lao Dao's face, and after taking a sip of wine, he put away the wine gourd, stood up, and patted the darkness on his robe from the tree.

A cold light flashed in his eyes, and his eyes looked at the fire demon in the demon cloud.

Mo Xiaoxie shook his body and shuddered.

"It's cold!"

Not a tremor in the heart, but a chill in the body.

At the same time, the heart that was not flustered couldn't help but ripple.

How dare the killing intent reach such a point, if it weren't for the fact that the old way was not aimed at him, I am afraid that just by relying on the killing intent just now, I would have collapsed.

The strong can destroy the enemy at a glance, but I didn't expect it to be true.

However, isn't this old way unspeakable?

"Poof!"

Three blood-spitting sounds drew Mo Xiaoxie's gaze to the battlefield.

The three old men of the Spirit Sword Pavilion were all vomiting blood, their faces were pale, and the spirit sword in their hands had broken at some point.

His trembling legs were still stiff and straight.

"Just like this, you also want to kill this seat? It seems that the disciples and grandchildren of the spirit sword are becoming more and more unbearable. The crimson demon flame was beating, and the momentum around him was strong and weak, and it seemed that this battle against the flame demon was not as easy as it was.

Looking at the cold flame demon, the eyes of the three old men dimmed, and their breath became weaker and weaker, and the three of them were like candles that had consumed too much fuel, and the vitality in their bodies was slowly passing.

"Alas, fellow Daoists, please rest on the side, this place is handed over to the old Taoist. ”

Lao Dao changed the free and easy appearance of the red dust of the game in the past, and his momentum slowly improved.

Practicing Qi, building a foundation, knotting Dan, Yuan Baby, turning into a god...

Mo Xiaoxiao sat on the ground with a wry smile, maybe it was a god, which was beyond the scope of his cognition.

The three old men of the Spirit Sword Pavilion were slightly stunned, their pale faces showed a hint of a smile, and they nodded, breathing a sigh of relief.

"There are seniors. ”

Lao Dao returned the salute, turned around and the smile on his face faded, and his cold gaze was like a fierce beast.

can become a god-transforming powerhouse, and that hand is not stained with the blood of thousands of sentient beings.

"Demon Presence is the sorrow of my human race, and it is also the end of your demon race. ”

"You're finally giving up. A trace of jealousy flashed in the Yan Demon's eyes, and his face slowly turned solemn.

A god-transforming monk, if he had been placed a thousand years ago, he could have killed a lot of people at will.

But after a thousand years of sealing, his strength has plummeted, and one god is enough to kill him.

San Yi Lao Dao was not surprised that the Flame Demon could discover his existence, after all, this guy was the existence of the Cave Realm at the beginning.

"Back then, the spirit sword predecessors sealed you here, I'm afraid that Your Excellency was also a member of the human race back then, for a thousand years, not only did you not repent, but it became more and more rampant, you should die!"

"Hahaha, repent, if it weren't for the heavy damage suffered by the Spirit Sword Old Miscellaneous Mao back then, it would not be enough to kill this seat, why not cast this seal!"

"This seat swore in the seal that as long as it is a spirit sword, this seat will definitely leave its chickens and dogs behind. The flame demon was full of demonic flames, the red demon pattern slowly turned black, and his momentum was also rapidly improving.

San Yi Lao Dao's face changed, and his brows furrowed.

How is this possible?

The demons are shining with the demon pattern on their foreheads, the red color is the cave mystery, the black is the refining void, and the purple is the void demon, which is already equivalent to the Venerable Master's realm of the Void Immortals.

The Flame Demon Seal in front of him was a great demon refining the Void Man Immortal Realm before, and his cultivation at this moment was already close to him.

"I never thought that I would be able to meet a god blood food just after I was born, and this seat can recover a few percent of my cultivation, it's up to you. The cold smile and the arrogant magic smile made Mo Xiaoye shudder a little.

San Yi Lao Dao smiled contemptuously, wanting to treat him as meat, whimsical, you are a little unqualified.

A small banner appeared in his hand, and the small banner was crystal clear, like a piece of jade carving, in which the stars were shining, as if there were thousands of stars.

The little banner came out of his hand, turned into a huge star flag, was held in his hand by the old way, and with a wave of the flag, a huge star power waterfall curtain bombarded towards the fire demon.

......

"Little friend!"

Mo Xiaoye heard the voice in his ears, and his eyes hit the three old men of the Spirit Sword Pavilion on the side.

The eyes of the three old men were dark, and their faces showed the vicissitudes of time.

Mo Xiaoye couldn't help but sigh, Monk Jiedan had a lifespan of five hundred years, and in the eyes of mortals, he was an immortal-like figure.

Who would have thought that the high-ranking monk would also appear to be close to his life.

Mo Xiaoxiao touched it and stopped at a distance of about ten meters from the three of them.

Although he understood that the three of them were close to running out of oil at this time, and the spirit of the three of them to eliminate demons and defend the Dao also made Mo Xiaoye extremely admirable, but in the cultivation realm, it was always right to keep an extra mind.

"Senpai!"

"Little friend, the three of you have something I want to ask you for. ”

"Please also ask the seniors to speak clearly. ”

The old man took out a spar from his bosom and threw it at Mo Xiaoxie from afar.

"If you are lucky enough to meet the disciples of the Spirit Sword Pavilion, please also give this thing to the Spirit Sword Pavilion, the three of them can die, and this inheritance cannot be destroyed. ”

Looking at the unusually firm faces of the three old men, suddenly, Mo Xiaoye felt that the little jade in his hand weighed as much as ten thousand catties.

"If there is really fate, the younger generation will definitely live up to the trust. ”

The three old men nodded with a smile, their faces suddenly turned rosy, and their gray and withered hair slowly returned to black.

The three of them looked at each other, revealing a hint of relief.

"Senior, let the three juniors wish you a helping hand in the end. ”

The three people who have restored their middle-aged faces have already reached the Yuan Infant in their bodies, and they are faintly beyond the first line.

Sanyi Lao Dao repelled the flame demon, took advantage of the situation and retreated for half a minute, looking at the three people who were at their peak, his expression was slightly unbearable.

Mo Xiaoxie put the jade slip into the Hongmeng Palace, picked up a jade ring left by the three old men, and disappeared into the battlefield in an instant.

He vaguely guessed the choice of the three of them, just to give full play to the residual heat.

It's just self-destructing!

The three of them turned into a three-talent sword formation again, and then the figures of the three slowly disappeared between heaven and earth, and a giant sword appeared in the heart of the three-talent array!