Starstream City, the City Lord's Mansion. The first city lord likes to be quiet, although the city lord's mansion is built in the center of the starry city, but the mansion is surrounded by green trees, and there are formations hidden, quiet in the middle of the noise, there is no world.

But inside and outside the city lord's mansion today, it is very noisy. The 300,000 people of Xingliu City crowded into the city lord's mansion, singing and praying everywhere. On them, a little bit of pale golden light escaped, converging towards the newly built tower in the City Lord's Mansion.

A young monk dressed in a pale green robe with a faint glow on his face walked among the people who were praying sincerely. He smiled and nodded slightly, seemingly completely unconcerned about the battlefield that was almost just a wall away.

The prayers of the 300,000 people seemed to have finally reached a point, and then a pillar of pale golden light rose from the seven-story tower. The monk in Chinese clothes stopped, put his hands behind his back, squinted his eyes slightly, looked up at the sky, and happened to see the majestic sword qi tearing through the sky.

Just as two black lights shot out from the crow's eyes on Yun Xingcang's shoulder, the Chinese-robed monk suddenly stretched out his right hand and shook it in the void.

The blue, gold, red, white, and black points of light in the sky converge, faintly condensing into the shape of a palm.

Suddenly, a ghostly cry sounded at his side, and the ground cracked beneath his feet, and shriveled and thin white arms reached out and grabbed at his ankles. Beneath the cracks, a long yellow-brown murky river can be faintly seen rushing through.

In the next moment, the five-colored points of light in the sky dissipated, the sound of ghosts crying on all sides dissipated, the cracks in the ground, the miserable white arms, and the turbid river all seemed to have never appeared. Not even a few of the generals were aware.

The monk withdrew his right hand and watched as the pale golden pillar of light dissipated.

"This breath is, Huangquan has fallen into mourning. But looking at this technique, is the Stygian Sea Duke in charge?" the monk shook his head slightly, looking around to the left and right. Although all kinds of ghost visions are fleeting, as if they are hallucinations. But its impact is real, with the place where the Huafu monk is located as the core, and there is no living soul in the surrounding area.

"The Netherworld Temple is really a big business. This time I also gained this believer, but it was a big loss. With a wave of the sleeves of the monk's robe, the people who were still alive inside and outside the City Lord's Mansion were all rolled up by him, turning into an extremely faint golden light, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Thousands of miles away, the Hanging Realm Peak, in the Hall of Evil Shadows. The vast hall was quite empty, with only seven dark stone chairs. At this time, five of them sat on it, and there was a small apricot yellow banner erected in the open space in the middle of the seat, and there were seven seven and forty-nine runes on the surface of the flag, all of which were blood-red in color, and a yellow-brown long river could be faintly seen around it.

The person at the top of the hall leaned back slightly, leaning back on the back of the black stone chair.

"It's a little stronger than expected, and I can't keep the main owner. He was dressed in a dark purple robe, wearing a jade crown, and his eyes were blood-red and dark-purple. It is the head of the five princes of the Netherworld, the Emperor of the Underworld, and the Duke of the Underworld.

"To be able to take the blow of the Huangquan Fallen Banner, the cultivation is at least in the late stage of the Fa Xiang. Although the Southern Wilderness is large, I have never heard of any Shinto monk outside the Gu God Sect who has such cultivation. The one who spoke sat second on the left, a tall man with a pale and stiff expression on his face, no different from the face of a dead man. This Tomb Marquis is an outlier among the five princes, he was originally a thousand-year-old zombie cultivated by the Corpse King, but he opened his own spiritual wisdom and was accepted as a disciple by the Corpse King.

"It's just the later stage of the Fa Xiang, maybe it's an old immortal who has been in retreat for a long time and has no reputation. But just by virtue of a late stage of the Fa Minister, would you dare to be the enemy of my Holy Sect so openly?" asked the beautiful woman in palace clothes who was sitting second on the right. Among the five princes, this white bone lady has the shortest cultivation time, and at her age, the monks of the same rank are indeed old and immortal.

"This guy is acting almost provocatively. Behind him, I'm afraid that some true immortal figure wants to test my Yin and Hades Temple. The Hades Emperor has not been out of the customs for a long time, I am afraid that some sects have some ideas. The speaker sat first on the left, wearing a gossip robe, a bamboo crown on his head, and bast shoes on his feet, and he looked like a fairy wind and bones—if you didn't look at his pupilless eyes. Immortal Eye, this one was not originally a disciple of the Netherworld Temple. But because he refined a top spiritual reincarnation eye, he was accepted as a disciple by the Emperor of the Underworld.

"Hmph, these sneaky people. Stygian Sea Gong snorted coldly, "People outside the sect have some ideas, and some people in the sect are not like this." He didn't say that.

"The Immortal Eye and the Master only have the name of master and apprentice, but they don't have the reality of master and apprentice; the Sword Killer Marquis is a cultivator, don't worry but can't help much; the Tomb Marquis is the Corpse King's henchman, not to mention; but the white bones, the promotion time is not long, and there is no background, maybe it can be cited as an Austrian aid. His gaze swept over the other four princes, who were recognized as the hall masters of the Netherworld, secretly wondering who could be his help.

Layers of ghosts entangled a small azure mirror. The small mirror spun rapidly, surrounded by layers of waves, but it could not extinguish the faint flames that burned on it. A little demonic blood light broke through the air and hit the center of the mirror. The blood-colored light on the mirror-like blue glass flickered for a while, and then spread violently. The speed of the small mirror decreased sharply, and finally it fell to the ground, completely losing its spirituality.

The natal weapon connected to the heart and mind was destroyed, and Yin Chunqiu spurted out a mouthful of blood. The silver ring blade, the dim flying sword immediately entwined and attacked, and then there was a miserable white ghost shadow advancing and retreating like electricity, Yin Chunqiu roared angrily, and the true qi around his body was like boiling, shaking back the black sword and white knife. But the miserable white figure seemed to see this true qi as nothing, and cut straight in. The nails as sharp as a sword pierced Yin Chunqiu's chest fiercely.

was seriously injured, and Yin Chunqiu was also mad. He slammed out with a fierce palm, and the azure blue angry waves rolled out layer by layer, and the miserable white figure couldn't resist it after all, and was shocked to vomit blood and fly back. But then a black and white light struck his remaining body protection true qi, and an invisible fluctuation followed.

If it was usual, how could Yin Chunqiu, who was only a third-order spell, put it in his eyes. But his mind was traumatized at this time, and the true qi of the body protection was broken, and it was too late to change at this time. When encountering that black and white brilliance, it actually dissipated by itself.

The invisible fluctuation was unblocked, sweeping over his heart, Yin Chunqiu only felt that his thoughts were slightly abrupt.

A swift sword light seized this opportunity and broke through the air.

Yin Chunqiu screamed miserably, and the white bone flying sword was already pierced above his left eye. He raised his hand and grabbed the flying sword fiercely, but the sword qi entered his brain, and it made his mind almost a mess.

A cloud of dim flames slammed down on his head, and the vicious fire burned through his skull, refining the soul. This strength is also one of the best in the entire Starstream City, and after all, he died tragically at the hands of a group of Nazhen juniors.

With his death, the battle on the ground was coming to an end.

"Hey, you, you pay for my flying sword!" Bai Qianqian shouted angrily pointing at the grimacing boy. The Nine Evil Flames of the Grimace Boy did not avoid the flying sword that was still inserted in Yin Chunqiu's eye sockets, and directly burned it into a few broken bones.

"Isn't it just a flying sword, I'll compensate you. "The grimace boy completed the feat of killing the Condensing Artistic Conception Monk, and it was when he was elated, and he didn't take Bai Qianqian's accusation to heart at all.

"I don't want it to be refined by the Yudu Sect, they don't know how to refine the flying sword at all!"

"Okay, I'll go to the Qianqi Pavilion to get you a handle, okay? "Well, from the perspective of Meng Tongchen's previous life, I always feel that these two are actually flirting, right?

"But grimace, you're a little too ruthless. I didn't even have any remnants left. Sun Wuji took out a ghost refining tower and dangled beside Yin Chunqiu's corpse for a long time, but there was nothing.

"That's it. Someone supports, Bai Qianqian is naturally happy. However, she walked to Yin Chunqiu's corpse, stretched out her fingers, and poked at its limbs, but sighed again, "How did this person forge bones? ”

"What are you choosing? This is the corpse of the Monk of Condensation. Wu Yi also walked over and pressed the blood demon order in his hand on a wound on Yin Chunqiu's body, and then saw that Yin Chunqiu's entire body complexion quickly turned white, and the whole body shriveled.

"I'm the White Bone Sword Cultivator!, not the group of bones under the White Bone Niang's hands!" Bai Qianqian protested loudly.

The grimace boy finally walked to Yin Chunqiu's corpse, carefully ripped off his storage bag with two fingers, opened it and took a look, and poured out the spirit stones in front of everyone. Then he threw the storage bag towards Song Pujia.

"The spoils under the reincarnation sect will be handed over to the eldest lady to share them. ”

Well, Meng Tongchen is a little embarrassed now. He had already distinguished that the Grimace Boy, Wu Yi, Bai Qianqian, and Sun Wuji were disciples of the Moya Sect, and the Yu Li, who didn't know whether it was a man or a woman, was a reincarnation disciple like Song Pujia.

It's just that, looking at it like this, a few people under the Mo Crow Sect seem to regard themselves as people on the side of the reincarnation of the underworld.

After all, although no one under the reincarnation sect cultivates the "True Classic of Life and Death", but under the influence of the underworld, there are not a few people who practice similar exercises. Meng Tongchen has not been in the house for a long time, and he has not had much contact with his peers, and he didn't know any of these people before today.

After Song Pujia got the storage bag, she was also very generous. handed it to Youli first, in this battle, except for Meng Tongchen, only this one was the most seriously injured. If it weren't for the special exercises, under Yin Chunqiu's palm, she (he?) would not have ended much better than that Mrs. Zhang.

After taking the storage bag, Yu Li first flipped through it with great interest, but then lost interest, and after taking a few Dan bottles out, he handed the storage bag back.

Then the storage bag turned around in the hands of the black sword and the white knife, and finally reached Meng Tongchen's hands.

This distribution method is quite fair, after all, with Meng Tongchen's cultivation, the last life-prolonging death curse can only barely be regarded as the icing on the cake, and the last one to take the loot should also be.

It's just that Meng Tongchen opened the storage bag after the result, and then was stunned for a moment. Close the bag and open it again. Only then did he confirm that he was not mistaken.

There's a lot left in the bag.

Although it is not possible to directly see the value of what everyone takes. But everyone obviously only picked two or three things, and it was still visible. But now the bag is still full.

"They don't look down on those. Song Pujia saw Meng Tongchen's doubts and added, "Those you can't look down on, you can give them to other fellow disciples later." ”

If you can't look at it, your vision is really high. Meng Tongchen secretly complained in his heart, in the eyes of him, a monk who is only a third-layer monk, everything in this is very valuable.

However, Meng Tongchen has never been too greedy for money, so he also learned from the previous people and picked out three items.

All three are materials, one is of medium grade, and two of them are of high grade. I can't look down on these, I really don't know how thick the net worth of the elites among these disciples is.

"Looks like the heavens are almost over. After distributing the loot, Song Pujia looked up at the sky and spoke.

Hearing her words, everyone also raised their heads and looked at the two battle circles in the air.

Xu Hate and Gu Qianchuan can have the upper hand with two against five. At this time, with two against four, coupled with the commander of the Blue Ghost Sect who had been pressing the formation on the Cloud Shuttle, Gu Chi also joined the battle, there was no suspense about the outcome for a long time. On the side of Yun Xingcang and the three of them, the battle situation is not yet clear.

It's not right to say that it's not yet clear, at this time in mid-air, Yun Xingcang and Ming Ji are one left and one right, the imperial weapon is standing in mid-air, and the real gas on his body is steaming, but he didn't make a move. The only ones who are really still fighting are Zhang Buqi and Luo Shenshang.

After the golden pillar of light dissipated, Zhang Buqi's feathered sword intent seemed to have lost the kind of power that even the aura of heaven and earth was shattered together, and where the sword feathers were shrouded, there were no thousands of spells. Although his swordsmanship is still exquisite, he is at an absolute disadvantage in front of Luo Shenshang's ever-changing spiritual sword technique.

"I used to think that you had your own sword intent, and you were not bad at sword path. It's a pity, it's a pity. "Since the last injury, Luo Shenshang has been talking more and more. At this moment, his figure and sword merged, scattered in the rain, clouds, thunder, and lightning, and the sound came from all directions, which was extremely irritating.

"Noise!" Zhang Bu gave up the long sword, and the sword feathers in the sky fell back to his body, gathering into two wings behind him. Immediately, the long sword slashed across the air, and the wings were matched with a fierce fan at the same time, and suddenly the sky was full of sword qi.

"It's a pity, it's a pity!" In the sword aura in the sky, the voice of pity came again.

A little warm fire swayed in the storm of sword qi, and the sword qi was fierce, but it was also immovable.

The light of the fire suddenly lengthened, from a little spark to the size of a skull in an instant, and then the light burst into a daze, illuminating the entire sky.

In the light, a little dark red sword light flashed.

Zhang Buqi lowered his head in astonishment, and there was an extra opening on his chest that was no more than the size of his thumb.

"Those who practice the sword should be sincere in their hearts and minds, and those who practice the way of God should regard all things as one. The obsession is too heavy, and the first rat is at both ends. It's a pity, it's a pity. Luo Shenshang's words of incomprehensible meaning echoed in his ears, and Zhang Buqi opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but a dark red flame gushed out.

Flames erupted from all his seven orifices, and then his skin cracked inch by inch, and his whole person turned into a burning man.

The battle in Starstream City has finally come to an end.