The scholar of the Holy Hand was taken aback and hurriedly turned back, only to see a scene that he would never forget.

In the grand white light, only a faint blue shadow was seen holding a halberd in his hand, gently slashing downward, and the stars at the tip of the blade shone brightly.

Isn't this figure the fairy shadow that often appears on the jade of the Heavenly Inscription Record? The Holy Hand Scholar was shocked, the Heavenly Inscription Record is a practice left by the immortals, and many people think that there will be a mantra or something, but in fact, there is not a word. People who are destined to see a dancing green shadow on the jade bib, and then rely on their own understanding to learn the exercises.

The Holy Hand Scholar is now the person with the highest cultivation in the Qinglu Academy, and he has naturally seen Qingying many more times than others, so he recognized at a glance that the Qingying in front of him was the Qingying on the jade bi.

He, he finally met the immortal seniors, and the Holy Hand Scholar was so excited that he even forgot about their situation at the moment.

The black sea seems to be enraged, and instead of retreating, it advances. Swallowing and rolling, like a hungry dragon trying to devour the silver light.

"Carving insect skills!" Qing Lingling's voice seemed to come from above the Nine Heavens.

At the same time, the halberd was thrown, growing in the wind, and instantly grew into a heavenly halberd hundreds of zhang high. The halberd flew out and fell straight into the sea, and the Dinghaishen needle was generally fixed on the surface of the sea, letting the surrounding sea roar and rage, and it did not move at all.

Gradually, with the halberd as the center, ice formed on the surface of the sea, and quickly spread across the entire surface of the sea.

When the entire sea surface was frozen, a cold voice sounded again: "Break!"

The sound of "click, click, click......" cracking was endless, and the frozen sea surface cracked like a spider's web.

Until the entire surface of the sea was cracked, the sound of the explosion had not disappeared, and the white light had gradually faded.

When the Holy Hand Scholar's excited mood calmed down, he found that the green shadow had disappeared, and the frozen sea and the long halberd towering into the sky were all gone.

And he stood in the Yiguang Pavilion that was sealed by the rune wall around him, still holding a pen in his right hand, but the book fell to the ground.

Behind him was Lu Mi, who was sitting cross-legged, with a solemn and solemn face.

The sound of explosions came from the rune wall, and one rune wall after another exploded. With the disappearance of the black and red demonic qi, people appeared in the pavilion one after another, standing or sitting or lying, and it was the rest of the true monarchs who fell into the demon array.

Standing together was Fan Zhenjun and the Phoenix Fairy, who first glanced around differently, and then reacted quickly, looking at the Phoenix Fairy in his arms incredulously. However, the Phoenix Fairy was obviously still immersed in the previous illusion, and snuggled up in Fan Zhenjun's arms with a happy face.

The wooden road man who was sitting was not covered by his clothes, and his originally wide robe became tattered. On the left side of his face, there was a scar half the size of a palm, and his hair seemed to be burned by fire, and it also emitted an unpleasant smell of burning.

Linglong Zhenjun and Huyang Zhenjun also fell to the ground, Linglong Zhenjun hugged Yang Jinxuan, who didn't know whether he was alive or dead, with a sad face, and his expression seemed to be hundreds of years old all of a sudden. Huyang Zhenjun's sleeve on one side was empty, and he actually lost a whole left arm.

There was another person lying on the ground, who was the first Wordless True Monarch to enter the formation. His face was as pale as paper, his body was stiff, but he had been dead for a long time.

Comparatively speaking, although the Holy Hand Scholar also suffered serious internal injuries, it was already considered a great luck.

"How can this be?" Sufa Zhenjun's figure appeared on the mountain behind Yiguang Pavilion, his angry face was no longer elegant and leisurely, and his speed of speech was much faster, "Benjun has waited for three years, why haven't you died yet?"

His words let several people in the pavilion know that they had been in the formation for three years.

"It's a pity that your wishful thinking has been frustrated. Mu Daoren said in a hoarse voice, his gaze shooting at Sufa Zhenjun like a quenched knife.

"Sufa, we have known each other for thousands of years, I didn't expect you to do such a thing with a lust for profit, do you think that even if we all die, you will definitely be able to ascend to immortal?"

"Of course, this monarch will definitely ascend to immortality and become an existence that the immortal cultivation world looks up to, you people are just a stepping stone for this monarch, this is your honor. Sufa Zhenjun's face turned red, he knew that once the formation was destroyed, the few people who were not dead would definitely join forces to launch a counterattack, and it would not be certain who would die at that time.

But he couldn't lose, this was the territory of Tianquan Pavilion, and except for Fan, the rest of the people were all disciples of the Seven Great Sects. After suffering such a big loss, they will not give up, and Tianquan Pavilion will inevitably suffer a huge loss. So, he must not let them out of here.

Thankfully, they were all badly injured and there was still time for them.

Thinking of this, Sufa Zhenjun, in line with the psychology of seizing the opportunity, sacrificed his natal sword without greeting him, and directly slashed at the most vulnerable Mu Dao person among them at the moment.

The Mudao people didn't expect him to suddenly attack, and he didn't have time to dodge, and his hair, which was burned like a dog's gnaw, was cut off a large piece of his scalp before he barely managed to dodge this sword.

"You want to kill people. Mu Dao was shocked and angry, "Lao Dao fought with you." He was so angry that he forgot to summon the magic weapon, and rubbed his body like an ape with his empty hands.

But he was injured in the formation, and in the face of the Sufa True Monarch, who was also a god cultivator, he naturally couldn't take half a advantage, not to mention that Sufa didn't have any loss.

"Poof!" the sword passed through the chest of the wooden man.

"Hmph, it's up to you who is my opponent now. Sufa Zhenjun laughed arrogantly, and picked away the wooden Dao man on the sword with a sword.

Fan Zhenjun let go of the phoenix fairy in his arms, and flew forward to catch the wooden man. A bowl-sized hole in the chest of the wooden man, and the blood "gurgling" out.

"Brother Mu, Brother Mu. Seeing that his face was like gold paper, his breath was like a gossamer, and he seemed to have no breath.

Li Fan hurriedly took out the pill and gave it to him, and after a while, Mu Daoren made a "gurgle" sound in his throat, and coughed heavily a few times before he eased his breath. As soon as he came to his senses, the wooden Dao man scolded indistinctly.

"Don't any of you want to leave today. "Sufa Zhenjun stood on the top of the mountain with a horizontal sword, looking at the people in the pavilion as if he were looking at a dead person. After patrolling around the pavilion, he saw Lu Qiqi who was still sitting cross-legged, and said angrily: "And you, quickly hand over Tianyicao." ”

Lu Mi could feel what was happening in the outside world, but she just couldn't move all the time, as if her whole body was not her own. The huge power that emerged when the formation was broken before slowly merged into the veins like the water of a great river, and gradually fell silent, flowing in an orderly and slow manner.

Sufa Zhenjun roared at her, she heard it clearly, thinking of Hastily death, and her heart became more and more hateful to Sufa. But she couldn't move now, otherwise she would have to smash him with one punch.

Lu Qiqi didn't have any reaction, and in the eyes of Sufa Zhenjun, it was a provocation and contempt for him. Now that he is the master here, he dares to ignore his questioning, even if she is an apprentice of Fan, now that Fan is his prisoner, what do you have to worry about.