Chapter 359: Tianjiao and the Older Generation

The red-robed man's face was ugly, he stared at the man in green clothes, gritted his teeth and said, "Yuwen! Don't be really afraid of you, it was my practice that was not yet perfected, otherwise you think that with your broken sword, you can really kill me?"

Yuwen glanced at him disdainfully: "I could kill you in the past, and I can still kill you today!"

Finally, the woman's cherry lips opened lightly and said, "The crystal of the sea of tears, I want it." Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

She was flattering, but her words revealed the opposite of perseverance.

The purple-robed man nodded slightly and said, "It seems that no one is willing to give up, so I have to speak with strength." ”

As soon as the words fell, he saw his body flash, bringing out an afterimage, rushing towards the crystal of the sea of tears.

Yuwen reacted the fastest, a sword slashed out, and the black sword qi fell silently, if it wasn't for the purple-robed man to avoid it in time, he would not be injured if he was slashed like this.

The red-robed man Chen Mingxuan's body was burned with flames, and from the flames, a flame figure walked out, and his appearance and clothes were all the same as him. As soon as the flame figure appeared, it turned into a flash of fire, and when the rain-smelling sword was slashed out, the purple-robed man avoided it, and shot towards the crystal of the sea of tears.

The only woman of the four had a flash of cyan in her eyes, and as soon as she raised her hand, countless flying flowers and fallen leaves appeared, all over the room. Every flower and leaf is obviously the freshest and most tender, but it carries the desolation of late autumn.

The flowers and leaves fell, covering the firelight, forcing Chen Mingxuan's flame figure to be revealed, and he had to stop halfway.

The flowers and leaves continued to fall, covering the crystal of the sea of tears in the middle of the room, and disappeared as the flowers and leaves fell. And as soon as the woman's hand flipped over, the crystal of the sea of tears appeared in her hand.

The other three had flashing eyes, and they were about to shoot at the woman.

But at this moment, the woman's complexion suddenly changed drastically, and she shouted, "This is fake!"

When the words fell, a few cracks appeared on the crystal of the Sea of Tears in her hand, and after a crash, it turned into ordinary jade powder.

The four of them were all startled, and then their eyes flashed, and they said sharply: "Where is the real crystal of the sea of tears?"

Luo Xiaotian was also stunned, and immediately realized what was going on.

The first to get the Crystal of the Sea of Tears was the old man surnamed Li, and the only one who could do it was him.

Otherwise, the few Sky Control Cultivators here would not sit idly by and watch these four Contemplation Monks snatch the Sea of Tears Crystal that was placed. They all saw that it was fake, that it was laid out, and that it was just bait.

Luo Xiaotian looked at the old man surnamed Li, and had to say that the gap between the young and the older generation is still very large. Perhaps the potential of these Sky Masters is not as great as that of these four young people, and this lifetime of Sky Control is the end of the world. And these four young people, at least in the future, are extraordinary existences. But the experience gap between the two parties is too big, and before the experience gap is bridged, young people have not yet become a climate.

Luo Xiaotian also had some doubts in his heart, did the old man surnamed Li attack him before, did he want to find an excuse, mess up the situation first, so as to take the opportunity to escape. And Zhao Zirong saw the intention of the old man surnamed Li and blocked in front of Luo Xiaotian, which was also partly for this reason.

As for the ancestor of the Chen family, Luo Xiaotian couldn't see through what he was thinking. I just felt that this person was like an abyss, and I couldn't guess his mind at all.

The Sky Controlling Monk, who came in at the same time with the four young people, raised his eyelids, and his gaze fell directly on the old man surnamed Li, and said, "Old Ghost Li, take out the things." You can't take this thing with you. ”

As he spoke, he took out a small mirror the size of a palm, and the word "shadow" was faintly visible in the mirror.

Immediately, the old man surnamed Li's face changed drastically, and said, "Viewing glass! You actually brought this thing too." ”

Then he sighed lightly and said, "Today is the old man's planting, and there will be a period later!"

With that, the thin palm flipped over, and a piece of the sea of tears crystal was thrown, and the figure suddenly disappeared and disappeared.

The old man with the mirror didn't look at the crystal of the sea of tears, frowned slightly, and said, "You still don't give up." ”

After that, the mirror turned and shone into a clearing, and an old man surnamed Li who had disappeared and was about to flee away suddenly appeared.

The old man surnamed Li was illuminated by the light of the mirror, his body was as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer, he was smashed out, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and then he threw out a sea of tears crystal from his pocket with an ugly face, and stared at the old man with the mirror fiercely, before disappearing again and disappearing.

The old man with the mirror nodded, this is the real crystal of the sea of tears.

And the four young people in the Contemplation Realm were all extremely ugly, especially the purple-robed man, who just didn't take these older generations seriously, even if their cultivation was higher than theirs. But now it seems that they are still too young, and they are not taken into account by the older generation of monks. Perhaps in the eyes of the older generation of monks, the struggle between them was like that of a child.

The purple-robed man snorted coldly, pointed at the purple mark on the center of his eyebrows, causing it to emit a strong purple glow, and said coldly: "Hand over the things." ”

The old man with the mirror raised his eyelids slightly, looked at the purple-robed man, and said, "I don't make a move on you, because I'm worried about the forces behind you." Don't think of this as a capital that you can be disrespectful to your elders. ”

The purple-robed man snorted coldly, and the purple mark on his eyebrows emitted a strong light, condensing into a purple light, shining out, and the space around the purple light was distorted.

The old man with the mirror looked displeased, waved his robe, and pushed the purple light away. The purple light shone on the ground, making a roar, and the place where it was illuminated was a strange purple flame. But in the next moment, under the power of the maze in the sea, it extinguished itself.

The purple-robed man's face turned pale, and it was obvious that the old man with the mirror waved his sleeves, not only pushing the purple light away, but also directly hurting him.

Luo Xiaotian's eyes flashed, and he vaguely saw that under the wave of his sleeve of the old man holding the mirror, the space moved with it. It was just a very slight movement, and it was only a split second, and the prototype was restored.

I murmured in my heart, is this the power of controlling the sky?

The control of space in the Sky Realm was not a forcible destruction of the void like he was now, but a more subtle manipulation. It's not something you can do by brute force. And the other Sky Control cultivators Luo Xiaotian had seen rarely achieved this. Obviously, this old man with a mirror is not an ordinary person among the monks of the Sky Control Realm.

At this time, the remaining three Contemplation Monks joined forces and attacked the old man with the mirror, trying to snatch the Crystal of the Sea of Tears.

Chen Mingxuan's body was covered with flames, condensing a pair of flame armor, which was densely covered with runes, which was comparable to ordinary spirit weapon-level armor. He was holding a red spear in his hand, and flames came out of the tip of the spear, scorching and twisting the void all the way.