The swaying ice lotuses slowly emerge from the three-foot cold snow.

In the blink of an eye, in front of the Dao Palace, there were endless ice lotuses, and there was a jade-colored brilliance flowing on them.

Yuwen Xuandu, Dust Lantern and others all retreated in unison, and they all had something bad in their hearts.

At this moment, the fire dance above the sky, a little tiptoe, the whole person slowly fell on top of an ice lotus like a flying fly.

"A thought blooms!"

The boundless ice lotus swayed wildly, and the aura of the entire Dao Peak surged violently towards it.

Yuwen Xuandu and the others' faces changed drastically, and they all felt their own mana, like flowing water, frantically leaking towards the ice lotus under their feet, and the Dao Ji was faintly unstable.

In just a moment, Yuwen Xuandu, Chendeng and the others were sucked into a pale complexion, their eye sockets were deeply sunken, and the corners of their mouths overflowed with traces of blood.

"That's enough, junior, I admit that you have some strength, but that's it!"

The middle-aged scribe, who had been watching coldly, could no longer be calm at this time, and stretched out his hand to point out.

A terrifying finger shadow whistled and stabbed at Fire Dance.

Huo Wu's heart shrank, and he suddenly felt that under this finger shadow, there was nowhere to hide.

Although this finger shadow is only the size of an index finger, it is condensed like an entity, and thousands of mystical characters shine on it, and between the roars, it exudes a power that suppresses the eternal and breaks through the heavens and all worlds.

Fire Dance is on tiptoe, and his body explodes.

With the waving of his hands again and again, the thousands of ice lotuses under his feet condensed white qi and gathered on his chest, forming a round of ice-colored yin and yang fish.

"What! I even comprehended the two qi of yin and yang!"

Ye Shuo and the others were shocked, and their faces were all strange.

Huo Wu is really amazing, he can comprehend the two qi of yin and yang in such a short time, and this talent is several points stronger than Fenglin and Ziqian.

Immediately, he looked worried, this middle-aged scribe's Tianxu Daluo Finger was not a vegetarian, and he was categorically unable to resist with the cultivation of the Fire Dance.

"Senior brothers, let's take action, we can't let this farce continue!"

Jiuying's face was gloomy, and a series of provocations from the people of Mishima had made him completely lose his patience.

Xie Wen and the others glanced at each other, they all nodded in agreement, and then took a little step, turned into a streamer, and galloped towards the middle-aged scribe and the others.

The middle-aged scribe sneered: "A group of clowns who jump off the beam dare to jump in front of this seat." ”

With a finger of his hand, one after another Heavenly Void Daluo fingers stabbed out, and the other eight people also jumped into the battle group when they saw this.

In an instant, the masters of the two sides were already fighting together.

At this moment, Xue Qingtian, who had been cold-eyed next to him, gritted his snow-white teeth and grinned.

His eyes looked at the place where the fire danced and two white rays of light shot out.

Zheng Yu made the two qi of yin and yang, struggling to resist the fire dance of Da Luo Tianxu's finger shadow, and suddenly felt a light body and mind, and the finger shadow that suppressed the heavens in front of him slowly shattered.

Xue Qingtian smiled evilly at the fire dance, then turned around, waved one hand, and shouted: "Sons, slaughter all the people of the Three Islands Gate for this seat, and leave no one alive!"

Tens of thousands of demon soldiers raised their heads to the sky and "roared", kicked their feet, and slammed into the people of the three islands, which also included a group of Dao elites in the scope of attack.

The Dao Sect Elite had a bitter face and a sad heart, but since he followed the people of Mishima to the Dao Peak, he was already completely hostile to the Human Emperor Sect.

If time goes backwards, no matter how much benefit the people of Mishima give, they don't want to offend the Human Emperor Sect.

However, there is no regret medicine in the world, and all the elites of the Dao Sect are all pale-faced, and they have magical powers, and they fight against the galloping demon soldiers.

For a while, the entire Dao Peak, swords, swords, and shadows, earth, water, fire, and wind, surging wildly, and pieces of Xuanyu stones shattered and cracked, and then turned into powder.

The original blue sky was full of magic weapon streamers, the aura of killing swords, and the disappearance of supernatural powers, and the entire Dao Peak was a complete mess. Seeing this, Xue Yan knew that there was no turning back when she opened the bow, not to mention that the people of Mishima had made up their minds to suppress the Human Emperor Sect.

At the moment, it is a thousand-year-old piano and jade flute, a horizontal jade lip.

The sound of "silence" slowly floated out, condensed into wisps of sound waves, and attacked the three of Yuwen Xuandu, Xuanxin, and Dust Lamp.

In addition, these three people have uncertain surnames, but they are more likely to be bewitched and killed by the sound of "silence" than the nine middle-aged scribes.

Yuwen Xuandu, Xuanxin, and Dust Lantern were struggling to resist the devouring of the ice lotus under their feet, and suddenly felt a palpitation.

Wisps of desolation, bitter sound slowly drifted into the sea of knowledge, the body trembled, the Dao heart gradually became unstable, and a large amount of vitality passed rapidly.

A head of black hair, gradually graying, smooth skin, slowly climbing wrinkles, straight body, also began to bend.

In an instant, many years have been lost.

Sword Thirteen on one side, Zhu Yan's heart sank: "It seems that the Snow Fairy's Qin Dao has gone one step further!"

At this moment, in the direction of Dao Peak and Xiuwu Palace, another group of disciples rushed over, with a sinister face, holding a treasure in their hands, and the leader was none other than Fenglin, Qin Tian and other personal disciples.

"Master, are you alright?"

Zi Qian, like a fluttering elf, quickly ran to Xue Yan's side, and asked nervously.

Xue Yan glanced at Ziqian dotingly, and signaled with her eyes that everything was okay and she didn't have to worry.

A pair of slender hands do not leave the thousand-year-old piano and jade flute, and the charming and moving red lips keep playing, the sound of "silence".

Seeing this, Ziqian also flipped it with one hand, and a jade flute suddenly appeared in the palm of her hand.

The Daomen elites who were fighting hard from themselves, suddenly jumped in their hearts, wisps of desolation, and the sound of dead silence slowly drifted into their ears.

The sea of knowledge boiled, the Dao heart shook, and the slightest trace of his own vitality passed, although it was extremely slow, but it made a group of Dao elites begin to panic, and they all looked towards the source of the flute.

But I saw a girl, sixteen years old, dressed in a purple palace dress, bright as water, as beautiful as jade, playing the jade flute.

Zi Qian is pretty beside Xue Yan, although her posture is much more radiant than Xue Yan, but two jade flutes and one piano sound make the hearts of a Dao elite more and more sad.

Some monks looked up to the sky and lamented: "There are so many human emperors and heavenly pride, we are seeking our own death!"

"Hmph! You are seeking your own death, who is to blame! My teacher is the pride of the ancient heavens, the emperor of a generation, and you actually colluded with the side door to provoke, it is really not a pity to die!"

As the sound sounded, three thousand golden rays poured down, followed by the majestic immovable mountains and rivers.

The seal, the moon seal, the mountains and rivers all things, from the fingertips of the wind lin, quickly change.

The elites of the Dao Sect who fought straight back one after another, blood splattered three feet.

"Fenglin! Xiao Chen's big disciple!"

A group of Dao elites are frightened, Xiao Chen's disciples are so good, if Xiao Chen himself is out of the customs, will they still have a way to live?

But he didn't dare to think about it anymore, so he struggled to resist frantically.

A killing sword, like a shock, lightly hit the throat of a Taoist elite, three feet of blood, not stained with green clothes, only a cold light remained, dazzling everyone's eyes.

"Remember, my name is Qin Tian!"

When the Daomen elites heard this, they were even more sad in their hearts, and they were very anxious about Yuwen Xuandu and the others, if it weren't for these elites of the three islands who had a lotus flower and promised great benefits, how could they become enemies with the Emperor Sect.

Even the Daomen elites and Mishima masters fought hard and kept resisting.

With the passage of time, the balance of victory was completely tilted towards the Human Emperor Sect, and the Daomen elites were almost killed and wounded, and Yuwen Xuandu, Xuanxin, and Dust Lantern were dying of being sucked by the thousands of ice lotuses that danced with fire.

The only ones who were still alive were the nine middle-aged scribes, and looking at their expressions, they were indifferent and not a little panicked.

The afterglow of dusk gradually stained the jade steps of the Dao Temple, and the blood and water in the place became much gentler.

The middle-aged scribe who was trembling with the nine babies looked at it and smiled indifferently, with a hint of cunning in his eyes.

"I advise you, it's still too late to surrender to our Mishima, if not, it's too late to regret!"

Jiu Ying looked noncommittal, and snorted coldly: "It's all dying, there's a lot of nonsense!"

"Well, look at the sky, who is dying?"

"What!"

Jiu Ying was not good, turned his head to look at the sky, and when he saw it, he was shocked.

A huge golden disc was speeding towards the Emperor Sect.

On it stood a number of monks dressed in different clothes, and the first one standing was three people, whose demeanor and movements seemed to be the leader.

These three people, one of whom is a middle-aged Taoist priest, holds a one-foot-long jade pen in his hand, and his face is cold and arrogant. One is a monk with gray hair, but his face is extremely fierce, and the other is a young fairy girl, with a beautiful face, like a goddess.

The speed of the golden disc is unparalleled, and in an instant, it will reach the sky of the Dao Peak, and the three leaders are all mocking.

One of the middle-aged Taoist priests, with aggressive eyes, slowly glanced at everyone in the field, and when the three of Yuwen Xuandu arrived, his complexion changed, and he was already carrying infinite killing intent.

Gritted his teeth and said, "Who did it!"

When the middle-aged scribe heard this, he looked terrified, "Sect Master Qi, it was done by the Human Emperor Sect Xiao Chen, Daoist Xue Yan!"

"Hmph! dare to hurt my disciple of Tianzang!"

Its sound permeated the whole person's imperial religion, and everyone present was frightened, and the movements in their hands stopped.

The rest of the Dao Sect elites looked overjoyed, and hurriedly fled to the side of the Heavenly Hidden Xuanshi.

The nine middle-aged scribes also found a good opportunity, jumped up, dragged up the three Yuwen Xuandu who were dying on the ground, and escaped back to the camp.

For a while, the Human Emperor Sect camp and the Mishima camp were clearly distinguished.

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