"Hmph, I want to expose myself, in front of this seat, you don't have this chance."

The gods of transformation noticed the changes in the main hall, and their faces changed dramatically, and they wanted to retreat in shock.

Laugh at.

A faint sound pierced the void, as if something sharp had pierced the air.

"Boom...... Ahem."

I saw Xuan Mingkun, who was originally breathing bulging, his old face suddenly turned red, as if he had been choked by someone, and he stood still.

But there was a flash of madness in his eyes, and he opened his mouth and spat out a bloody arrow.

"Boom."

And Xuan Mingkun spurted out with this blood arrow, as if he had temporarily withdrawn his body control, and his hands danced without hesitation.

There was a muffled buzzing sound, but I saw that the tip of the golden pen that was blocking the cultivators suddenly opened open, and suddenly countless fine-haired sharp blades appeared on it.

There was a tooth-aching clicking sound on the barrel of the pen.

With this rare top-grade Xuanbao in the Heavenly Wind Continent, the majestic coercion that was originally revealed in the main hall because Xuan Mingkun wanted to expose himself, but after being suppressed by the Erro Demon Master by means, it was once again displayed at this moment.

For a moment, the sneer of the sharp blade piercing the void resounded throughout the entire hall in an instant, causing all the monks to change their faces and retreat without hesitation.

Although this Xuanbao self-exposure is not as good as Yuanying's self-exposure, it is also one of the powerful life-saving means of high-level monks.

Even if it was Gui Xuancang and Ero Magician, his face changed slightly at this time, and he was a little unwilling to withdraw and retreated.

Just as the group of god-transforming monks retreated, Xuan Mingkun's frozen figure suddenly dried up, but there was a hint of mockery in his eyes, and he glanced at the Ero Magician.

Then there was a slight pop, and then I saw that its body suddenly turned into powder, and there was no primordial infant flying out of its body, only a golden-blue phantom flashed out of it, and flew towards the pagoda behind it.

Faintly visible, the phantom was an old man in a golden robe, and his aura was the same as that of Xuan Mingkun, who had occupied Zhuge Chaohua's body before.

"Look for death."

The moment he saw the phantom flashing, the face of the Elder Demon was extremely gloomy, and without hesitation, he conjured up a huge cloud of magic light, ignoring the fragments of the golden pen that were spreading in the void, and rushed straight towards the pagoda.

Thorn la la.

It turned into fragments of faint light in the void, piercing its magic light in an instant, and even hitting its body directly.

But the Ero mage just stared at the phantom, his eyes bursting with a hideous cold, as if he wanted to choose someone to devour.

"Broken."

I saw that the phantom scrolled straight to the top of the pagoda, and sent out a clear and audible curse, and then suddenly rushed to the top of the pagoda.

This scene fell into the eyes of the Ero Wizard, and he burst into a powerful and incomparably cold aura, and his brows were full of unwillingness, as if he knew what would happen in the next moment.

Airplanes.

As soon as the phantom entered the top of the pagoda, as if something had been stimulated, a strange wave flowed out of it.

That sound is like an agitation, like a bell, like a horn, but with a sense of ancient vicissitudes, and it seems to be born from the bottom of everyone's hearts.

The moment this noise appeared, the extremely ugly figure of the Ero mage suddenly burst back, as if something was about to happen that even he could not resist.

The wave floated open, and instantly filled the entire hall, and I don't know how far it went.

Poof.

The first to bear the brunt of the blow was none other than the Ero Wizard closest to the pagoda, whose repulsive form slammed into the void, and then fell to the ground with a bang, and fell to his knees with a bang, and opened his mouth to spit out a bloody arrow.

Even though they had already retreated to the edge of the main hall when Xuan Mingkun burst the golden pen, they were still spitting blood from their mouths under this majestic pressure.

Kara.

A tooth-aching sound suddenly flashed, and I saw that a few faint cracks flashed at the top of the main hall, and then more than a dozen, and finally more than a hundred were formed.

In the pale and shocked faces of the cultivators who were lying on their stomachs and looking up, the more than 100 cracks that exuded like ink were actually captured by a circle of treasure light at the top of the pagoda.

I saw that the sound of the kara continued, and the hundreds of cracks actually rotated slowly, and finally formed a black and silver whirlpool, and the pagoda also slowly floated up, and flew away into the whirlpool.

"No ......"

Seeing that the treasure of his dreams was about to leave, the Wizard of Erro's eyes were bloodshot, full of madness, unwilling and hideous, and a hand stretched out, as if to grasp the pagoda that was slowly rising into the air.

But no matter how unwilling he was, he was shocked by the majestic pressure in the void at this time, and he couldn't move at all.

Thundered.

As the pagoda rose, there was a slight crack on the floor of the entire hall, and the cracks in the road shattered to the periphery.

Although I don't know what kind of material this hall is made of, under the invisible prohibition and protection around it, even after the repeated battles of the ten god monks, there has not been a trace of damage.

But at this time, it was only because of the turmoil of this pagoda that it was destroyed, which shows that this treasure is the real core of this place.

A group of god-transforming monks looked at the slowly rising pagoda, even though their hearts were extremely greedy, but they could only be subdued by the majestic coercion.

Even if they wanted to, they knew that such treasures were not something they could compete for.

"How is that possible...... Not ......"

Inexplicably, just as the pagoda rose into the air, a mixture of shock and even horror flashed inside, and finally turned into a panicked murmur.

This sound can be heard faintly, it is exactly from that Xuan Mingkun.

I don't know what happened to make such beings so astonished, but it was clear that something unexpected was going on inside.

I saw that when this voice floated out, the pagoda that was slowly rising in the void was shaken, and it actually stopped.

And the spatial vortex that was pulling it up actually stagnation a little because of this, and in the blink of an eye, there were signs of collapse.

Seeing such a scene, the suppressed and immobile Ero Wizard suddenly flashed with a trace of fiery essence and madness in his red eyes.

A majestic aura suddenly erupted from all around his body, and the turbulent surrounding air reverberated violently, even though this majesty could not be compared with the majesty of the pagoda, but there was a faint sense of resistance.

It was with this hint of resistance that the originally immobile Wizard Erro slowly stood up, stared at the pagoda with his eyes, and spat out a bloody arrow from his mouth, turning into a cloud of blood mist on his chest.

Then its hands danced swiftly, and he pulled out a strange trick that disappeared into the mist of blood on his chest.

There was a snort, and suddenly it turned into a rune, and in a flash, it didn't fly towards the pagoda, but went straight above its head.

As the runes vanished, a strange color flashed on the face of the Ero Wizard, and with a pop, his entire body shattered, turning into a huge blood-colored phantom, and suddenly threw himself towards the pagoda.

"Even if you knock this treasure into the void, this seat will have to compete with your Tianyuan Palace."

When he didn't reach the top of the pagoda, there was a flash of laughter and madness.

Everyone saw that the blood shadow dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye as it approached the pagoda, and finally turned into a black shadow like ink, and disappeared to the top of the pagoda.

Although they knew that something had happened, at this time, the monks were suppressed by the nameless coercion in the void, and they could not move at all, and could only resign themselves to their fate.

"You...... How could it be ......"

Just as the phantom of the Elder Demon entered the pagoda, the voice of Xuan Mingkun sounded again.

"I want to see if your Tianyuan Palace Road is one foot high, or if this seat is one foot tall."

Within, the Ero Wizard sneered with a strange laugh of sarcasm.

"Haha, Erro, can't you see that the old man's void channeling technique has failed.

Xuan Mingkun seemed to smile bitterly, and replied as if he was mocking.

"This ...... How is that possible."

The Ero Demon Master was taken aback, and suddenly a chill surged out, but it was muffled by the hum emitted by the pagoda: "Even so, the deity of this seat can be found, and when the time comes, this treasure will still be the ...... of this seat."

In the midst of the unclear words between the two, the pagoda that paused in mid-air suddenly shook, emitting a fierce dazzling golden light.

The cheeks of the monks were tingling, and their eyes closed involuntarily, but they felt the pressure on their bodies lighten, but it was not enough for them to get back on their feet.

Just as the cultivators were terrified, the pagoda in the void trembled, and it actually fell to the ground again, although slowly, but it was.

As it slowly fell, the strange spatial vortex above had already shattered, and Weng Ran turned into a dozen vortices that were nearly half smaller, slowly spinning out.

At the same time, a majestic suction force suddenly flashed out.

In the midst of the horror and inexplicability of the gods, the monks felt a tightness around them, and in an instant, their bodies involuntarily flew towards the sky.

I only heard a few faint exclamations, and I saw that all the monks of the gods had disappeared into a whirlpool, and the brilliance disappeared in a flash.

And at the moment when the cultivators disappeared, no one saw it, a flash of brilliance flashed out from the top of the pagoda, and Wang Mo, who was about to be submerged in the whirlpool, was directly pulled out, and suddenly fell to the bottom of the pagoda.

As time passed, the upper sky swallowed up the whirlpool, and after the pagoda rumbled to the ground, it slowly closed and disappeared.

And Wang Mo was directly pressed under the five-story golden pagoda that was a few feet high, and there was no more sound.

Inside the main hall, the originally cracked ground and stone pillars also fell to the ground, and when the strange light flashed, it actually closed automatically, and finally turned into a smooth mirror, and finally there was no change as before.

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