In the midst of the lightning, the cicada chrysalis seemed to have received some kind of summoning and stood in front of the head of Cijian.

"Ride the wind, don't ......"

Seeing this scene, Jiang Wuhan was like being struck by lightning, and tears burst out of his eyes in an instant.

Xiang Wentian's palm, not to mention that the head of Ci Jian has run out of oil, even if he takes this palm in his heyday, he will never feel good, let alone Lu Chengfeng, who has become a waster.

The cicada chrysalis that received a palm did not fall apart as expected, but burst out of golden light, as if there was an extremely strong force about to break out of the body.

At this time, Xiang Wentian's right hand had been sucked by the cicada chrysalis, and the endless power was being consumed at a rate visible to the naked eye. The cicada chrysalis seemed to have some kind of magical power, which could absorb the power of the other party.

Xiang Wentian, who was in a hurry, wanted to withdraw his palm, but suddenly heard a piercing sword roar, and the Xuanyuan sword broke out of the chrysalis.

In an instant, only a 'ah' sound from Xiang Wentian could be heard, and at the same time as blood splashed, one arm was cut off by the Xuanyuan Sword.

The speed of Xuanyuan Sword's sudden blow was too fast, and no one could dodge it.

Xiang Wentian recognized this ancient divine weapon at a glance, and immediately couldn't help but exclaim, "Sword of the Holy Dao, who is in the chrysalis?"

The head of Cijian looked a little weak at this time, "This person is the Lord of Xuanyuan, who is it, you should listen to the master of the sect!"

"Lu Chengfeng!" Xiang Wentian gritted his teeth, "This person's primordial spirit has long been dispersed, and now An can control this sword of the Holy Dao!"

"The death of the poor Dao is in accordance with the way of heaven, and the severing of the arm to the hall master is also the ......"

"Nonsense, the old man wants to see what magical powers this Lord of Xuanyuan has!"

Xiang Wentian held the Netherworld Order Banner in his left hand, and immediately flew towards the cicada chrysalis in front of him. One after another black thunderbolt shot out with the momentum of the stormy waves, and the cicada chrysalis dodged left and right, although it was powerless to fight back, but it was always invincible.

After several shots, the cicada chrysalis was always unharmed.

At this moment, the Xuanyuan Sword once again broke through the air, instantly slashing the Nether Order Banner into pieces.

Originally, he was determined to win, but he didn't expect to lose an arm after a fierce battle, although Xiang Wentian was unwilling, but he had to flee from Shushan in a huff.

The cicada chrysalis, which had been restless, gradually quieted down at this time, as if nothing had happened before.

After the formation was withdrawn, the elders hurriedly flew over to talk about the merciful head and obeyed it.

However, at this time, the head of Cijian was already angry, and he waved his hand weakly, "My death is in accordance with the way of heaven, don't be sad! Right now, the aura is thin, the demon is rising, and the monks of my generation would rather die than forget the mission of eliminating the demon and defending the Dao!"

Jiang Wuhan said with red eyes, "Master, please rest assured, Wuhan will not dare to forget!"

The head of Cijian handed a brocade box to Jiang Wuhan and whispered, "If my Shushan Mountain reaches the moment of critical survival, this thing may be able to save people in danger! Remember, don't open it until you have to, otherwise you will have to worry about your life!"

After everyone retreated, the head of Cijian returned to the cave.

After a while, the sound of chanting slowly came out, "Humanity is insignificant." Immortal Dao is reckless. Hell-witted. When life is the door. Immortal Dao Guisheng. The ghost road is expensive. Immortal Tao is often auspicious. Ghosts often kill themselves. The high is refreshing. Tragic Song of Space ......"

The disciples of Shushan knew that the old master should have run out of oil, so they sat cross-legged and began to chant with the master.

For a time, on Shu Mountain, only the Sanskrit sound was heard, which was endless.

All of a sudden, the birds and beasts in the mountains began to roar in response, and even the grass and trees in the valley whimpered in the wind.

"The weather is swinging, and my road is prosperous......"

After a stick of incense, a generation of heroes in Shushan, Cijian Zhenren feathered and soared in that crystal coffin.

According to Cijian's explanation before the feathering of the head of the family, Jiang Wuhan brought Lu Chengfeng to the top of Shu Mountain.

Since then, the cicada chrysalis has been motionless, whether it is sun, rain or thunder and lightning, as if nothing had happened, and it is terrifyingly quiet.

The disciples of Shushan began another round of retreat, and Jiang Wuhan stayed by Lu Chengfeng's side, telling him about the past from time to time, but without exception, there was no response.

Despite this, Jiang Wuhan always enjoyed it, as if it was the only pleasure after cultivation.

Xiao Xiaoyao and Daoyin Zhenren, who were on top of the Emei Golden Roof, also learned of the death of the head of Cijian, but in addition to the grief in their hearts, they had a little more tragedy in seeing death as home. Perhaps in the near future, they will eventually follow in the footsteps of the thrifty leader. The deadline is approaching, and who can really stay out of it.

When Xiang Wentian learned the news, because of this broken arm, he once again led the ghost hall to make a comeback. And their purpose this time is to wipe out Shushan from now on. And before that, he also united with the Demon Cultivation Sect to fight the heavens.

A few days later, the Demon Cultivation Sect and the two major sects of the Ghost Sect went to Shushan in a mighty way.

When they reached the foot of Shu Mountain, they saw a monk with a girl blocking their way.

The monk asked, "Are you from the Demon Cultivation Sect?"

The crowd replied, "Yes and what!"

The monk smiled and said, "In that case, please also ask the Sect Master of the Heaven-Shattering Heaven and the Old Hall Master of Xiang Tian to come out and answer!"

"What a big breath, a bald donkey still wants to see our sect master! Don't you see that we are in a hurry? Why don't you get out of here!"

Mo Shi was already impatient at this time, and he was about to go over and push the monk away.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he stretched out his hand, the whole person was shocked and flew out.

Xu Wanli flew to catch it, but this slight shock was extremely powerful, if he didn't try his best to fix his body, I am afraid I don't know how far to fly out.

This scene calmed down the people of these two factions, and when it came to masters, Mo Shi could also rank well. But just a face-to-face, the monk almost effortlessly shook this person away, and how far his cultivation had been.

Mo Shi was unwilling and wanted to fight again.

Xu Wanli took the first step to stop him, bent down and clenched his fists, looking extremely respectful, "Xu Wanli has seen Fanyin seniors!"

Hearing this name, the crowd immediately exploded.

The name of Sanskrit, as long as it is a master in the rivers and lakes, it can be said that everyone knows it, and for ordinary cultivators, it is tantamount to a god-like existence. Even now, the heads of the various factions have to be polite when they see this person. Although this person is not aggressive, he has already reached the realm of transformation as a Buddhist cultivator. No one has ever seen him actually make a move, because no one deserves his real shot.

No one wants to offend this living Buddha unless they have to.

Monk Sanyin replied, "Lord Xu is polite, Poor Dao has something to ask to see the Dou Tiantian Sect Master, I don't know if I can show up to see it!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone only felt deafening, and the blood in their bodies was spurting, what kind of terrifying cultivation could make people feel so uncomfortable.

Soon, Xiang Wentian and Dou Jingtian came out of the crowd.

Dou Jingtian has long since lost the old age when he first saw him, and has become much younger at this time, looking as if he is only a middle-aged man in his thirties.

He stepped forward and saluted, "I don't know why the monk stopped me from going to the road?"

The monk said, "If the monk didn't guess wrong, you should be going here to besiege Shushan!"

Xiang Wentian said, "Senior monk Mingjian! The old man was cut off by Shushan a few days ago, and today he and Sect Master Dou just went to Shushan to seek justice!"

Xiang Wentian's severed arm could grow back if it was cut off by an ordinary ice blade, but it would never be recoverable if it was injured by a divine weapon like Xuanyuan Sword.

The pain of this broken arm made Xiang Wentian lose face in the cultivation realm, so this revenge must be avenged.

The monk said, "You don't care about the personal grudge monk you are waiting for! But the monk owes a favor to the head of Ci Jian, today you and others invade Shushan, even if the monk violates the cause and effect, you have to take care of it!"

(End of chapter)