The voice was very faint and extremely noisy when it came through the spatial crack, but Qiao Yuan still found the familiar source, frowned and said, "It seems to be the voice of Elder Taishang, and there are ...... Moyoko. ”

"Something's not going on, I still hear the sound of fighting. Ling Wanchen's eyes showed worry, and he said softly.

For a while, a bad premonition appeared in the hearts of the two of them, Qiao Yuan immediately took away the Ten Thousand Forbidden Tower, and at the same time erased all traces left here, and stepped into the spatial crack with Ling Wanchen and Qianqian, and disappeared without a trace.

Outside, the square in front of the Yaoxian Hall was empty, but the shattered earth, the collapsed steps, and the chaotic aura all indicated that a fierce battle had just taken place here, but it obviously lasted for a short time.

Qiao Yuan and Ling Wanchen's figures appeared at the gate of the Yaoxian Palace, as soon as they came out, they immediately turned their cultivation into action, and raised their spirits, and the mess they saw was not surprising, but the next moment, the two of them looked up at the sky at the same time, only to see that above the top of the clouds, there were three brilliant rays of light reflecting half of the world, and the fight was extremely fierce.

"It's Elder Taishang and Mo Yangzi. Feeling the terrifying aura of the fierce collision in the sky that seemed to be able to tear the heavens and the earth at any time, Qiao Yuan's expression was extremely solemn.

Ling Wanchen's expression was equally solemn, and he looked at Qiao Yuan with a worried look and asked.

"There is also a powerhouse of the Soul Transformation Realm, two against one, this situation is extremely bad for Elder Taishang, what should I do, husband?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw that on the sky, Nan Songzi was under the attack of Mo Yangzi and the old woman of Zihuo, it was difficult to dodge, and he suffered a magical blow on his back, spurting out a mouthful of blood, and his body was like a falling meteor, and he smashed into the rushing Yao water.

The old woman of purple fire showed a strong murderous intent in her eyes, opened her mouth and spit out, and a ball of purple fire followed, falling into the river water that splashed thousands of waves, and the river boiled in an instant, and a large amount of white mist rose, and was quickly vaporized by high temperature, forming rolling clouds in the air.

Without having time to think about it, Qiao Yuan and Ling Wanchen disappeared in an instant, and when they appeared, they were on the river that was almost evaporated.

The cultivation of the two of them burst out without a trace of retention, Qiao Yuan flipped his hand, Liuyue fanned in his hand, recited the mantra, and fanned it towards the coming Purple Fire Old Lady and Mo Yangzi with ten percent of his strength, at the same time, Ling Wanchen held the God of War Axe, the power of the bloodline was fully opened, and the phantom of the God of War appeared behind him, swinging towards the sky with all his strength.

This time, the joint force of the two of them can be called the pinnacle, Qiao Yuan's cultivation is a half-step soul transformation, which is enough to exert eighty percent of the power of the Flowing Moon Fan, and Ling Wanchen's War God Technique is four and a half veins, and with the Song family's ancestral weapon, the War God Axe, as a guide, it can strengthen the power of the physical body several times.

Even if he is a powerhouse in the Soul Transformation Realm, he will not dare to attack him directly.

The sudden appearance of the two did give Mo Yangzi and the old woman Zihuo some "surprises", before they made a move, Mo Yangzi still had a faint smile on his face, like an old friend meeting each other, quite enthusiastic, while the old woman Zihuo frowned and sneered.

"Just two Yuanying monks, they dare to participate and look for death!"

As soon as the words fell, the old woman of Zihuo saw that the ordinary tattered fan in Qiao Yuan's hand suddenly gave birth to three flames, the flames were not high, but looking at it from a distance gave people a feeling of shock.

She entered the Tao with fire, and there was more Purple Pole Spark in her body, what a strange fire in the world had never been seen, playing with fire in front of her was tantamount to playing with a big knife in front of Guan Gong, but at this moment, the old woman of Purple Fire actually showed a rare solemnity, in her feeling, Qiao Yuan's fire was not weaker than her own Purple Pole Spark in terms of breath.

But before she could think about it, Qiao Yuan waved the leaf fan fiercely, and in the fusion and convergence of the three flames, they directly turned into three hundred-zhang fire dragons, and opened their mouths viciously and swallowed towards the two of them.

What's even more terrifying is that Ling Wanchen's God of War axe swung out, and a battle axe also appeared in the hand of the huge God of War Phantom behind it, and with a wave, the heavens and the earth changed color, and the thick clouds formed by the freshly steamed Yao Water dissipated in the blink of an eye, and the golden sunlight sprinkled down, reflecting on the God of War Phantom, as if it was covered with a golden armor.

That earth-shattering force instantly split the space into a pitch-black crack, and spread upwards at an extremely fast speed, heading straight for Mo Yangzi and the Purple Fire Old Woman.

The two monks who had not yet stepped into the Soul Transformation Realm exerted such strength, which really surprised Mo Yangzi and the Purple Fire Old Woman, but after all, they were old monsters who had been famous for many years, and they had so much experience in fighting that they were not in a hurry at the moment.

The palm of the old woman's right hand spread out, and a raging purple flame immediately surged out, and she waved her hand and threw it downward, only to see that the purple fire was divided into two, two into four, and four into eight, and in the blink of an eye, hundreds of purple flames were split.

Each cluster was a man tall, forming a fireball that was scattered in the air, like purple meteorites.

"Hundred stars fall!" The old woman of purple fire let out a low shout, only to see that hundreds of purple fireballs were overwhelmingly falling downward, and from a distance, it was really like the fall of stars, and the momentum was so great that it was equal to the three hundred-zhang fire dragons.

At the same time, a large pen appeared in Mo Yangzi's hand, with his left hand holding his sleeve and his right hand holding the pen through the void and drawing, and at the same time opening his mouth to chant high-pitched verses, the picture is extremely pleasing to the eye.

"You don't see, the water of the great river comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns!"

As he chanted poems and painted, a majestic river really appeared in the sky, falling from the sky, with a drop of nine days, and the rolling waves crashed on the shore, slamming towards Ling Wanchen's axe with an irreversible momentum.

This spectacular scene is indescribable in any words, and only those who witnessed it on the scene can appreciate what it means to be truly shocked.

Including Qiao Yuan, including Ling Wanchen, their eyes widened at this moment, and they all looked at the sky full of sparks and the rushing of the river without blinking.

In the distance, Xiao Qianqian's eyes widened even more, her small mouth opened wide, and her expression was cute and cute.

The roaring sound echoed the heavens and the earth, the bright sky was instantly illuminated by purple and red, and the radius was clearly visible for thousands of miles, and the three hundred-zhang fire dragons first directly devoured more than ten purple flame fireballs, but they couldn't resist the hundreds of fireballs covering too large an area, Qiao Yuan's heart moved, and the fire dragon's body fused, and suddenly turned into a fire wave that was enough to cover the sky, which blocked hundreds of purple flame fireballs.

At the same time, the illusory battle axe in the hand of the god of war phantom also collided with the great river that came from the nine heavens, and the space was torn apart, but the great river was not real, and the rolling waves passed through the axe blade, submerging it up and down.

With the softness of water and the rigidity of the axe, Mo Yangzi is worthy of being an experienced old fellow against the enemy, he knows that this kind of amazing power, any magic weapon can be destroyed when touched, and it is difficult to resist the magic spells, only the illusory spells fused with his own Dao thoughts can slowly unload his strength.

Sure enough, the speed of the battle axe was much slower, and Ling Wanchen's face was even more ugly, and he had the feeling that he had used all his strength to hit the cotton.

At this moment, Nan Songzi, who had been driven to the bottom of the river, breathed a sigh of relief and came directly to Qiao Yuan and Ling Wanchen, shielding the two of them from the wind and rain with their embarrassed bodies.

"Su Zhen is also in danger, you go and support him, I'll drag them down, don't worry about me. ”