Outside the meeting hall, the fiery red tornado in everyone's eyes, as soon as the tail of the lower part of the square submerged into the hall, the tornado of more than ten zhang in size quickly shrank in a sharp whirl, as if there was some foreign object below to suck the tornado away.

However, after a few breaths, the fiery red tornado formed by the red cloud had all disappeared without a trace.

An elder of the Confucian Sect who watched the red cloud disappear completely, as if he had suddenly awakened, suddenly exclaimed, "Xiangyun!? I remembered that when I traveled many years ago, I had heard from the elders of a small sect that this kind of celestial phenomenon was caused by the advancement of spiritual cultivators. ”

As soon as the words of the Confucian Elder came out, everyone who heard it was shocked, and their faces changed, and if what they said was true, what kind of spiritual cultivation would it be in this hall.

Several beams of eyes were cast at this Confucian elder, which immediately attracted his eyes, and then he smiled bitterly in his heart, and his face showed a trace of shame.

I saw that around this Confucian elder, the disciples of the three sects of Chongxumen, Shuixingzong, and Liconfucianism all looked dejected and suspicious, while the monks of Qingyunmen and Shanghemen looked excited and expectant.

And the gaze that came to this Confucian elder was the reproachful gaze of the elders of the three sects of Chongxumen.

Under the repeated changes, the three sects of Chongxumen, which were originally rushing to Qingyun Mountain with the power of victory, are now very demoralized, and they don't need to be told by their elders at all, they know how to save their lives, and when they attack, they are afraid to winc, and they have never used their strength to do so.

Compared with the previous meritorious service with the power of victory, he only needed to go to Qingyun Mountain to kill the enemy and make meritorious service, and now he made meritorious service with his life, which is really far from what the monks of the three sects of Chongxu Sect thought before they set off. Moreover, it has become the current situation due to successive changes, and it is even more difficult for the monks of the three sects of Chongxu Sect to accept.

Although the reward for killing the enemy is rich, you have to have a life to enjoy it, not to mention that some of the three sect monks of the Chongxu Sect who are flexible have already calculated that even if they win in the end, they will have to pay another three or four hundred lives of their fellow disciples. Counting the more than 200 fellow disciples who died in the previous battle, even if they win, they only need to sacrifice another 300 fellow disciples, which is more than 500 people.

You must know that the people of the three sects of Chongxumen, Shuixingzong, and Liconfucianism are only in their early 1,000s, and the deaths of more than 500 fellow sects are almost one out of two.

The words were far away from the Confucian monks and the Qingyunmen Council, and they had never been heard by the two elders who continued to attack the spiritual curtain of the Council.

The hall with the plaque of "Council Hall" hanging on the door of the temple in front of them, no matter how strange and unpredictable it is, the two Jindan monks have no choice but to break through the spiritual curtain of the magic circle as soon as possible and take a look at the inside of the hall.

Sun Donghai's fire dragon stick, separated from the words of the Confucian elders, constantly bombarded the spiritual curtain of the council hall, and the ripples aroused became more and more intense in the scattering of the spiritual rays.

It took Sun Donghai half an hour to break through the magic circle alone, and with a monk as cultivated as Sun Donghai to attack, it didn't take two moments to break through.

Even so, Sun Donghai was still anxious and irritable, and the Confucian monks who attacked with him were also as uncomfortable as Sun Donghai.

Suddenly, the Elder of the Confucian Sect who attacked the spiritual curtain of the Council Hall with Sun Donghai paused for a moment after the brush in his hand was dotted with ink, stopped in the air and did not write with a wave, his eyes were fixed looking at a man holding a black spear who walked out of the door of the temple below.

The man was dressed in a gray robe, twenty-three or four-year-old, he looked very masculine and handsome, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and a gentle smile hung on the corners of his mouth, but at this moment, he looked at the two people in the air with a cold look in his eyes.

The ten-zhang fire dragon stick above the council hall was also stunned, and it was obvious that Sun Donghai also found the man below.

The man pressed his hand on the pillar of the temple beside him, and a ray of red light penetrated through his palm into the pillar of the temple, and then the spiritual curtain that covered the council hall quickly dimmed until it disappeared without a trace.

"Jindan period monk!?Qingyun Sect's new elder!?"

Looking at the Qingyunmen clothes in the gray robe of the man below, after sensing the man's cultivation, Sun Donghai was shocked.

Immediately, Sun Donghai's expression changed, and his face turned hideously and asked: "What is the matter with the vision of the red cloud just now, tell me quickly! If you don't comply, I will capture you later, and then ban your soul in the skull, so that you will become a yin ghost and evil thing, and you will not be able to live for ten thousand years!"

Hearing this, the man below thought it was very interesting, and he actually grinned and replied: "Daoyou is so vicious, Yang really doesn't dare to disobey." The previous red cloud vision was triggered by Yang, and the reason was that Yang happened to succeed in condensing the pill. ”

"Sun Daoyou, this person seems to be not crying when he doesn't see the coffin, and let me come forward to entangle it, Sun Daoyou will enter the hall as soon as possible. If you can't find out the reason, please go out of the temple as soon as possible and join me in arresting this person and asking him for clarification. ”

As soon as the man below said this, Sun Donghai's face immediately turned angry, and when he was about to scold, his face next to him was thin, but he had a kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and Feng Yang, an elder of the Confucian Sect who was very immortal, preemptively said to Sun Donghai.

Sun Donghai thought about it for a while, but at the moment, time was pressing, and he couldn't allow himself to have more meaningless things, so he replied: "What Feng Daoyou said is reasonable, just do what Feng Daoyou said." "Huaxia Library

Sun Donghai and Feng Yang fell into the ears of the man below, and the man moved to the side with his body moving, giving way to the palace door, looking at the two in the air with a casual smile.

The man's move, even if Sun Donghai and Feng Yang were stunned, then Sun Donghai snorted angrily, and before Feng Yang could say anything to stop it, he fled down and came to the front of the palace.

A little glint flashed in Sun Donghai's eyes, and after a closer look, he turned his head to look at the man, snorted angrily again, and then walked straight into the temple gate.

After watching Sun Donghai enter the palace gate, the man walked out of the hall and saw a red glow at his feet, rose into the air to look at Feng Yang, and said, "Come on." ”

Feng Yang glanced at the spear in the man's hand, and saw that the spear was jet black, as if it was made of ordinary black iron, and there was no red tassel at the head of the spear, but it was cast with a dragon head, antlers, and a lion's eye unicorn head.

After just one glance, Feng Yang's heart immediately tightened, and his eyes added a little more solemnity.

In such a situation, the man still looks fearless, whether it is true or false, with the man's cultivation in the early stage of Jindan, people can't easily look at it. And what made him re-vigilant was that the spear in the man's hand, Feng Yang couldn't sense the grade of the spear at all.

Although he didn't believe that in Qingyun Gate, there was a treasure as powerful as the bloodthirsty wind spear in Wang Chaoyang's hand, Feng Yang still didn't dare to despise the spear in the man's hand.

His gaze shifted from the spear to the man's face, and Feng Yang's right hand was dotted on the ink inkstone hanging beside him, and he casually smeared the fluorescent ink on the inkstone, and then his right hand turned into a phantom and drew sharply in front of him.

However, before Feng Yang could finish the stroke, the man on the opposite side suddenly turned red, and a mouthful of essence blood sprayed on the spear in his hand, and then the spear was like a sponge absorbing water, sucking all the essence blood clean, and the inky black body of the spear immediately became red like iron.

Immediately, the man swung his spear, his knees bent slightly, his feet kicked violently as if he were on the ground, and two red light ripples swung under his feet, and at the same time, the man had already raised his spear and stabbed straight into the wind.

The man seemed to have been gathering momentum for a long time, and the speed was really fast under the kicking of these feet, and the fiery red spirit around his body came out, making the man turn into a ball of red tassels and stab straight out, and the tip of the spear was a spear in the man's hand.

As the man like a fiery spear attacked the wind, there was also a hundred-foot fiery unicorn phantom that appeared behind the man, and the four hooves moved, making the man as powerful as a hero, invincible, as if the sky was about to descend into the world.

"His uncle's!"

Feng Yang let out a wail, the last stroke of the pen in his hand was finished, and the moment the word "attack" condensed, it was also like a man A mouthful of essence blood spurted out and fell on the attack word in front of him.

The attack in front of him instantly sucked up Feng Yang's blood, and then a layer of golden light dyed the ink word, turning into a brilliant golden character, and then turned into a zhang Xu size, facing the fiery spear that the man turned into.

As soon as the word "attack" in front of him came out, Feng Yang immediately retreated under his feet and moved sharply to the side.

However, as soon as Feng Yang's body moved, he was shocked to find that there was an invisible wall around his body at some point, although it could not completely trap his body from moving, but deep in the wall, Feng Yang was like walking through the mud and sand, and his speed suddenly became slow and abnormal.

"Ding"

There was a crisp sound in the distance, and the man who came with this incomparable power, as soon as the fiery spear in his hand touched the bright gold "attack" word punched by Feng Yang, it was immediately like broken glass, and easily smashed the gold word into pieces of gold nuggets, shaking out wisps of golden light and throwing them around.

Such a scene fell in Feng Yang's eyes, and Feng Yang, who seemed to see a familiar scene, exclaimed: "Dibao!?"

Unexpectedly, Feng Yang, who couldn't imagine that the spear in the man's hand was another earth-level treasure, was so frightened that he trembled all over his body at this moment, even so, Feng Yang still never gave up, and two mouthfuls of essence blood spurted out one after another, falling on the pen and ink inkstone in his hand.

The pen that sucked up the essence of blood in his hand fell into the ink inkstone that had turned into bright gold, and the wind stirred hard, and the ink in the inkstone was all sucked up by the tip of the pen, and then he threw his hand, and the pen was thrown away by it like a gun.

As soon as the pen left the hand, immediately a layer of bright gold dyed at the same time, it became the size of a three-zhang long and short sea bowl, and the tip of the pen contained a thick ink of white hao, which was like a fine gold cast, glowing with gold and iron, and the whole pen was really like a golden gun, facing the man's fiery spear.

After leaving the pen in his hand, Feng Yang beckoned the ink inkstone, and the ink inkstone dyed with the same layer of bright gold, under the movement of his mind, changed to the size of a zhang xu, and directly covered his body tightly, and then Feng Yang stopped moving, waiting for the man's spear to stab.

Several mouthfuls of essence blood spurted out, all of which fell on his own set of Hongru double treasures, and he had already cultivated to a small step, from the middle of Jindan to the early stage of Jindan, he had used his strongest supernatural powers, and then life and death were determined by heaven.