The battle between a number of powerhouses above the level of the Refining Void Realm shattered the picturesque mountains and rivers for hundreds of miles in the Ten Thousand Immortal Gate, and ruins and broken walls could be seen everywhere. In many places in the sect, there is inevitably a phenomenon of spatial overlap and gravity disorder, broken mountains and rivers are swept up in the sky and hung high without falling, wolf smoke covers the sky, and the disciples who are affected by the aftershocks of the battle between the great powers are injured and killed, and the stumps and broken arms abound, which is shocking, and a tragic picture of the end of the world.

Chang Xi watched this coldly, and had no time to pay attention to this.

Wan Xianmen is now terminally ill under the leadership of Zeng Jiuhe, and the immortal family has degenerated into a place to hide filth and dirt, and all the characters in the sect have absorbed in the past few years are some characters that are difficult to see from the branches of the rivers and lakes, so as to do some shady deeds for Zeng Jiuhe and even the elders. Zeng Jiuhe, a demon spy, thought and did all the things of the Demon Gate, and his purpose was probably to trap the Ten Thousand Immortal Gate, one of the five pillars that supported the entire Kyushu, in the Immortal Dao Alliance.

Chang Xi whispered to himself: "Even if Zeng Jiuhe confesses his guilt this time, Wanxianmen has really injured his muscles and bones, and he has not had more than ten years of recuperation and recuperation, and he is afraid that it will be difficult to maintain the status of the five sects in this Immortal Dao Alliance." As for where this Ten Thousand Immortal Sect should go in the future, it can only depend on whether the Emperor Fu Sect Master can learn enough lessons. ”

After skimming over a sea of rocks suspended in the sky, suddenly a figure covering the sky and the sun smashed towards him, Chang Xi's palms and backs of his hands surged with pure gold in an instant, his hands pressed forward, and his sleeve robe swayed, and he grabbed Pu Lao's huge body that could make others avoid like snakes and scorpions. The terrifying force that was huge enough to smash several peaks didn't make the young sword immortal take even a single step back, disappearing like a mud cow into the sea, only the strong wind blew his sideburns and hair flying.

The few pieces of scale armor he held with both hands were overflowing with blood, Chang Xi landed and hurriedly placed Pu Jiao on the ground, and Pu Lao, who was full of qi in his body, opened his eyes and found that it was the young master, so he struggled to get up, and there was another burst of mountains and rivers toppling.

Pu Lao bitterly said with a face that was a little bigger than the patio: "Young Master, that Zeng Jiuhe is indeed as you said, his breath is much more vain than the power of the ordinary Divine Journey Realm, but this guy has a lot of strange skills and tricks, and the three of us dragon sons and the two strong men of the Sea Clan have joined forces to fight so far, and we have not been able to get any decent results, but they have been broken by the old guy one by one." ”

Chang Xi closed his eyes, stroked the scales on Pu Xuan's body that had already secreted blood, and said softly: "You are here to breathe, and then leave it to me." ”

Seeing that this young master, who had been practicing for less than ten years, was really planning to fight with that Zeng Jiuhe, he couldn't help but exclaim: "Young master, you only have a half-step cultivation of the Void Realm, and you are definitely not an opponent!

It's just that the words haven't fallen yet, and Chang Xi's figure has long disappeared like a mirror, leaving the place to lament in Pu Prison.

Not long after, a black-robed figure with a sword at his waist broke into the main battlefield that had already changed the color of heaven and earth, and there were only a few thousand horsemen left in the million Yin soldiers who had spread hundreds of miles away, and the Black Tide Swamp had also been evaporated by the various immortal magic powers in the sky, which was obviously unsustainable. Fortunately, these Yin soldiers from the Yellow Spring Realm did not really die, and they could recover after recuperation.

Chang Xi rubbed the Yin Tiger Talisman in his hand, and the swamp tide suddenly rolled back into the Yin Tiger Talisman like a dragon absorbing water, Huo Qubing half-knelt in front of Chang Xi, clenched his fists and said in shame: "The last general failed to complete the military order, and I hope that Lord Shura Wang will lower his punishment to set an example!"

Chang Xi said with a rare smile: "General Huo is still able to lead the remnants to hold on to this point in the face of the coercion of the power of the Divine Journey Realm, which is a great achievement, how can he be punished?"

"The last general is grateful! The last general thanked the Shura King for the millions of Yin soldiers!" The general who had tears and did not flick lightly moistened the corners of his eyes, and his body was hidden in the Yin Tiger Talisman.

The scene of the black tide rolling back into the hands of one person is inevitably eye-catching, and the old and strong Zeng Jiuhe's sideburns have turned from white to black, and his momentum is transcendent like a god. In the face of the fierce attack of the Great Elder of the Sea Clan, he seemed unhurried, stepped on the origami god, smashed one of the long legs of the deep-sea spider crab with one palm, and turned to look at the person who could recall the black tide and those Yin soldiers with a snap of his fingers, and the eyes that were exposed suddenly tightened.

Isn't this the disciple of Qingyun Mountain that he personally ordered Fu Lao to get rid of back then? Although he didn't see this kid's body with his own eyes back then, Qingyun Mountain had already reported the death of this kid to the outside world, why would this guy who should have been a revenant in the underworld appear in front of his eyes?!

However, Zeng Jiuhe was an old man in the end, and the look of doubt in his eyes quickly changed back to sharp. Even if this guy is a soul who crawled back to the world from the Yellow Spring, after all, he is only a half-step cultivation of the Void Realm, and in his eyes, he is still undoubtedly the same as an ant.

Since he can kill him once, he can kill him a second time.

Zeng Jiuhe, who was already above 10,000 people in the Wanxian Gate, said in a loud voice: "Are you bringing these guys to disturb the tranquility of my Wanxian Gate? ”

The deep voice of the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect stirred Xu Yuan.

The countless lakes in the sect that rolled upside down into the sky were filled into water curtains and floated in the air, making waves like waves because of the blowing of the Gangfeng.

At the moment, there was silence, everything seemed to be still.

It's like a dying person who can't breathe when his neck is strangled by white silk.

Chang Xi, who came back from the dead, slowly drew his sword and said something that made Zeng Jiuhe puzzled but suddenly killed, "Even the Emperor of Xudu can't stop me, rely on you?!"

The boiling lines of the evil qi were like substances, and they only needed to cling to Chang Xi's shoulder blades in an instant, and spread out the wings of the evil qi behind him, which were almost ten feet long. The purple-gold Sanskrit in the center of the eyebrows, which had originally cultivated the Ming King's glazed body, was no longer there, but was replaced by a faint dragon clan mark that overflowed like fire, and the golden sea of blood roared in the chest, and the Dao Dao was several times more majestic and heavy than the dragon power on Zeng Jiuhe's body, and the Dragon Emperor's immortal body was urged to an unprecedented level.

Two dragon eyes suddenly opened, one majestic and golden, and the other with a silver cross.

He took a step sideways with his left foot and slightly bent his right foot at the knee.

One hand reaches out, and the other sword returns.

The magic power of kendo is indescribable.

In the blink of an eye, the clouds in the sky that were crushed by the mighty dragon power spun like a tornado, suddenly descended, and followed behind the sword immortal who stepped out, turning into thousands of cloud swords.

The young sword immortal who rode a thousand times said softly: "I have a sword, do you dare to take it?"