On the main peak of Penglai, under the blood-colored blood demon array, a dazzling golden light flashed in mid-air, and the immortal weapon in Xingyunhai's hand immediately flew out.

Although there are only three floors in the Immortal Pavilion, with the urging of the sea of clouds, this treasure pavilion rises in the wind, and in an instant, it stands between heaven and earth like a treasure temple.

"Hurry!"

Just when everyone was in shock, the sea of clouds suddenly shouted, and before he could make a move, he had already disappeared in place, and when he reappeared, he was already on the top of the Immortal Pavilion.

"Wait for the little ones!

Unexpectedly, Xing Yunhai didn't choose to do it immediately, but seemed to want to say something to these demons. However, although the demons saw that the newly appeared Xingyun Sea was strong, they were arrogant, and who would care who it was, but when they saw the blood shadows flashing, the demon clan immediately rushed towards the nearest Xingyun Sea.

"It seems that the old man's original decision was too naïve..."

Seeing the movements of the demons, Xing Yunhai shook his head helplessly. Then, I saw the corner of his eyes condense, and the Immortal Pavilion under his feet immediately emitted ten thousand dazzling golden lights.

As the golden light flickered, the demon clan that was originally rampaging was immediately swept by this golden light. In an instant, before the demons in it could react, their bodies slowly dissipated in this golden light like steam!

"That's amazing!"

Seeing the incomparable power of the Immortal Pavilion, although Lan Zhengfeng and the others did not dare to say anything, their hearts immediately rippled.

Especially Lan Zhengfeng, originally he still had doubts about snatching the immortal weapon Mist Cymbal, but at this time, he couldn't help but press the hand holding the Mist Cymbal, and his heart was even more firm.

"Strange..."

Unlike the Holy Land disciples on the side, the stronger the strength Xing Yunhai showed, the heavier the doubts in his heart became. Because no matter from which aspect, Xingyunhai's strength should have been greatly weakened, even if he is the master of Xianshan Mountain, he should never have such strength at this time.

"This is Immortal Yuan Force? No, it seems to be a little different..."

Zhang Yang was puzzled, but at this moment, he suddenly shook, looking at the sea of clouds in the distance, a very bold guess immediately appeared in Zhang Yang's heart.

Although Zhang Yang had never seen a real immortal, he had also felt the immortal power that was not weaker than that of an immortal in the body of the Soul Sacrifice Puppet of the Misty Immortal Mansion. At this time, although Xing Yunhai's body was also fluttering with surging immortal power, he was obviously weaker than the old man at the bottom of the lake.

"He's already gone... Cultivating into a scattered immortal?!"

With deep doubts, Zhang Yang secretly looked at Ai Ze on the side. Sure enough, although Xingyunhai was showing his might, there was no joy on Ai Ze's face, and deep worry jumped out of his tightly knit brows from time to time.

"The master of Penglai Immortal Mountain, the master of the mountain is in the sea of clouds, he has already disbanded..."

The cultivation of the truth is all in the cultivation of the Yuan Baby, the Yuan Infant is successful, the Great Road is successful, and the Yuan Infant is broken, and everything is closed. Although there have been many peerless geniuses who have not cultivated the Yuan Infant since ancient times, it is a legend after all, and what are the chances of it being spread to all the monks.

Moreover, although the Yuan Infant is the soul of a cultivator and the source of his strength, he is also very fragile. Once damaged, it will be in a situation from which it will never be recovered.

Generally speaking, cultivation is divided into 11 realms: foundation building, rotation, fusion, heartbeat, spiritual silence, primordial infant, out-of-body, distraction, integration, tribulation, and Mahayana.

Cultivators will usher in the most critical and dangerous tribulation period after crossing the merger period, once the tribulation fails, there will be a soul scattered, and a little more lucky may barely pick up a life, but they also have to fight on their own to dissolve the Yuan Infant and cultivate into the legendary scattered immortals.

Compared with cultivators, scattered immortals can already be regarded as an existence that has stepped into the immortal path with one foot. However, on the other hand, although the scattered immortals still have the opportunity to cultivate into immortals, they have to go through one heavenly tribulation every hundred years, and they can not step into the immortal gate until they experience the baptism of nine heavenly tribulations.

From ancient times to the present, don't say that scattered immortals become immortals, and even what scattered immortals are like have almost never been seen. Compared to the Heavenly Tribulation with the cultivators, the nine Heavenly Tribulations of the Scattered Immortals will become more and more difficult, and almost all the Scattered Immortals will not even be able to survive the first three times, let alone the last six times that are even more terrifying.

"Could it be that the old man from Leng Yuan Star is too?!"

Feeling the breath of the sea of clouds, Zhang Yang couldn't help but recall the old man he saw in Leng Yuanxing. Although he didn't make a move, judging from Zhang Yang's current experience, he is likely to be a scattered immortal.

Although the cultivators are helpless to dissolve into scattered immortals, they are not necessarily for the sea of clouds in front of them. He had been trapped under the Qilin Main Peak for countless years, and although his strength was constantly weakening, after all, he was a cultivator in the Tribulation Period, and his sense of the Heavenly Tribulation was still getting clearer and clearer.

However, in that case, choosing to forcibly go through the catastrophe is tantamount to seeking death. Therefore, after thinking about it again, Xing Yunhai chose to solve the problem in advance.

This may just be a slow death for other cultivators, but for Xingyunhai, it is enough. After the dissolution of the army, Yuan Ying's power was absorbed by the body, and Xingyunhai's strength was immediately raised to a terrifying level.

What's more, if he's lucky, he has another four hundred years before the Fourth Tribulation strikes. For a mountain lord full of remorse, unwillingness, and sorrow, these four hundred years are enough time for him to deal with his own aftermath.

In mid-air, as the golden light of the Immortal Pavilion gradually dimmed, half of the demons in the Blood Demon Great Array also turned into clouds and mist in an instant. Although the rest of the demon clans wanted to fight, they were also chilled when they saw such a terrifying scene, and they didn't dare to take a step forward.

"Ethereal Spirit..."After a pause, Xingyunhai's voice suddenly floated over, "Are those two demon kings still here?"

"Bucro is nowhere to be seen, as for the other one—" Ethereal Spiritson shook his head slightly, "The female demon king seems to be still there, but she has escaped far away." ”

"Hmph, although these two people were not released by me, but they can be traced back to the source, and these two people can be regarded as the bane of my trouble. I'll take care of it..."

As he was speaking, Xing Yunhai's face suddenly changed, and the two snow-white eyebrows were windless, and the frowning brows seemed to indicate a new disaster.

"Oops!"

Although the Ethereal Spirit Son was seriously injured, as a Qilin clan, its talent was absolutely unmatched. Although Bukro's speed was fast, as long as he was in the same space, he should never escape the detection of the Ethereal Spirit.

And now, since the Ethereal Spirit Son can't sense his existence, if he didn't hide, then he broke into some confined space. At this time, the most worrying thing about Xingyunhai in the entire Penglai Immortal Mountain is only the passage under the main peak of the Qilin, if Bukero digs the passage again, the consequences will definitely be unbearable for the current Penglai Holy Land.

"Wow!"

Thinking of this, Xing Yunhai no longer hesitated, only to see him fight for a while, and the mountain-like Immortal Pavilion more than doubled again. Then, I saw that the golden light of the Immortal Pavilion shone brightly, and the blood demon array on the main peak of Penglai immediately broke in response.

Where would the demon clan that had lost the blessing of the Blood Demon Great Array be the opponent of Xingyun Hai, as he secretly shouted, countless dazzling golden lights suddenly strangled the remaining demons in an instant like lions that had broken into the flock.

On the huge main peak, the sky gradually returned to its former color, but under this calm sky, countless hideous corpses were spread on the ground like broken flowers. It's so bright that people don't dare to look at it at all.

"Zhang Yang, have you already seen Lord Yu Xuankong?" As soon as the demon clan was destroyed, Xing Yunhai immediately fell in front of everyone with a normal expression.

"Yes and no. ”

Thinking of all the encounters in the Misty Immortal Mansion, Zhang Yang really couldn't be sure if he had seen Yu Xuankong or not, after all, it seemed that the closest thing to Yu Xuankong was just a soul sacrifice puppet.

"So the immortal weapon fog cymbals and war drums..."

Before Xing Yunhai finished speaking, Zhang Yang immediately skimmed Lan Zhengfeng slightly. Ever since he had just started, he felt that Lan Zhengfeng had been trying to erase his mark on the misty cymbal. But what makes Zhang Yang feel ridiculous is that even if Lan Zhengfeng tried all kinds of means, he still couldn't help his imprint.

"Lan Zhengfeng!"

Seeing Zhang Yang's gaze, Ai Ze immediately stared. However, Lan Zhengfeng didn't seem to hear Ai Ze's words at all, he was hesitating but suddenly felt startled in his heart, and immediately wanted to dodge.

However, the change of things had completely exceeded Lan Zhengfeng's expectations, and his thoughts had just risen, and a giant sword like a spear had appeared in front of him.

"Huh!"

As a cold light flashed, a severed arm suddenly flew up in midair. Everyone's thoughts were still only on Xing Yunhai's words just now, and the little blood under the broken arm had already been sprinkled on everyone's faces.

"Azer!"

A moment later, when Zhang Yang came back to his senses, his heart was shocked. The speed at which Ai Ze took out his sword was so fast that Zhang Yang only saw a shadow, and Lan Zhengfeng's arm had already been cut off by Qi Qi!

"If it were me, would I be like Lan Zhengfeng..."

Zhang Yang was still frightened, and Chang Yuqing and the others on the side had already screamed out of shape. On the one hand, it was the terrifying strength of Ai Ze, and more importantly, seeing Ai Ze's attitude, everyone immediately became endangered.

"Have you forgotten about me, the elder brother..."

Slowly stepping forward, Azer gently picked up the misty cymbal that had fallen to the ground. Then, after handing over the mist to Zhang Yang, he stood coldly to the side without saying a word.

"Until I come back, everything here will be handled by Azer," a smile appeared on Xingyunhai's face, "I hope there will be no more factions." ”

Among the disciples in front of the Qiankun Palace, except for Li Changfeng who looked at all this in a daze, the rest of the people didn't dare to raise their heads at all, Lan Zhengfeng's fate was already in front of them, and everyone naturally didn't dare to make the slightest move.

"Zhang Yang, can you come with me? I think it's time to give you an explanation......