At this moment, in the outside world, the huge wine gourd was being held by the fat old man with his bare breasts in his hands, and one after another vitality was constantly being sacrificed.

But at this moment, fine cracks suddenly appeared on the wine gourd, and there was a muffled roar.

This made everyone around all stunned, at the moment when the old man looked at the wine gourd, the wine gourd suddenly burst open, forming a roaring sound, and countless fragments exploded, while these fragments flew around, a palm suddenly stretched out from the void of this wine gourd bursting, and pinched the neck of the third elder of this wine peak, and when the aura was lightly vomited, there was a strong influx into the old man's body, directly shaking his heart veins.

As the fragments of the old man's wine gourd rolled upside down, his body spurted blood and retreated, the world in front of him slowly lost its luster, but in his slowly dimming eyes, there was no fear of death, but a hint of hidden anticipation and excitement.

At this moment, the fifth palace in the sky that was blasted open by Yue Fan had turned into a huge spiral nest, and the roaring sound was still echoing around, Uncle Luo was shrouded in red mist again at this moment, and his face faintly appeared in the mist, with a crazy look, struggling eyes, with a look of pain and madness, and the blood-colored crescent moon above the center of his eyebrows flashed, and roared towards Yue Fan.

Yue Fan's eyes showed sadness, he didn't have much contact with Uncle Luo, but he had helped him a lot, for him, Yue Fan couldn't kill like killing others, because they all belonged to the same hidden peak.

At the moment when the red mist that Uncle Luo turned into, the third eye above Yue Fan's eyebrows flashed, and a ray of light appeared, enveloping his entire body, and at this moment, Uncle Luo's entire body disappeared out of thin air, and was sucked into his body by Yue Fan.

After Yue Fan killed Nalan Ruo, the control technique of the moon seed on his body could be unraveled.

As for the third elder of that wine peak, since he opened his mouth like that, he must definitely not do something that he was not sure of, just like he said, after Yue Fan killed Nalan Ruo, he had his own way to resurrect.

Yue Fan raised his head and looked at the huge gap that was bombarded by his soul spear, and his body suddenly rose, heading straight for the gap, stepping into the fifth hall.

The fifth-layer hall is not like what you see in the outside world, it is just a big hall, a flower and a world, a grass and a paradise, and the existence of the inner world makes many places that seem small in the outside world actually have other things, which Yue Fan has experienced in many places.

At this moment, around Yue Fan, it is a boundless and vast plain, the grass on the plain is green, lush and green, this place seems to have just rained, the air contains the fragrance of the earth, the freshness after the rain, people smell it and have a sense of relaxation.

But the moment Yue Fan stepped here, in a moment, this place was filled with a murderous aura that rushed to the sky, and sword light rose up to the sky, shattering the green grass, making the earthquake tremble, and thousands of figures rose above the sky.

Countless monks with long swords under their feet rose to the sky, staring at Yue Fan with fierce eyes, and after a moment of silence, they launched an attack on Yue Fan.

A team of thousands of people like an army in the mundane, on this vast and endless plain, launched a killing and impact towards Yue Fan, and a touch of sword light made this place even more shrouded in a layer of killing-like color.

The cultivation of these monks who are in the sword line is not too advanced, and the leaders are only new to the immortal masters, and most of them are only the cultivation of the immortal stage, but under the general team of these thousands of people, the aura exuded by them as a whole is not much higher than before.

Yue Fan had already recognized it at this moment, this was in the middle of the Immortal Extreme Continent, near the Lingdao Sect, which was good at the art of the sword, and had the special combat ability of this kind of military formation, there was only one family of immortal cultivators, or it could be said that it was a family inheritance of the general sect of immortal cultivation, Luo Jianmen.

The people of this Luo Sword Sect only practice swordsmanship, and their cultivation and supernatural powers are also unfolded on the flying sword under their feet, and their strongest is also after thousands of people form a battle formation, and they control the flying sword to start a full sprint.

And on their bodies, there is a heavy armor, wrapping their whole body in it, only revealing two eyes, such armor, for ordinary monks under normal circumstances, it does not have much effect, but in the bodies of these Luo Jianmen disciples, but their impact power has increased to several times compared to the original, and this is not the kind of armor worn by ordinary mortal soldiers, it also has a strong protective power for the monk's magical powers.

Such an impact, if it is hundreds, it can be said to be quite amazing, but if it is thousands, coupled with the blood connection of the family, the combat power that can be exerted under the tacit understanding of the heart is enough to make the earthquake tremble and make the heavens and the earth roar.

This Luo Jianmen is just a family of immortal cultivators, but it has the power of a small and medium-sized immortal cultivator sect, and it is inextricably linked to this.

What appeared in this fifth-layer hall at this moment was the thousands of Luo Jianmen monks, obviously they had received the spirit, waiting for Yue Fan's arrival here, under the heavy armor shield of every Luo Jianmen monk, if you look carefully, you can see that above their eyebrows, there is a blood-colored crescent moon, looming.

Behind these charging Luo Jianmen monks, there was not nothing, but there were many buildings, these buildings were very simple, like a mundane village, in these villages, wisps of cooking smoke rose, and there were many mortals who did not have the slightest cultivation power, raised their heads and looked at the sky.

In front of the village, too, there were thousands of people, exuding blood and evil, and in front of these people, three people stood.

These three people, in the middle, is an ordinary old man like an old man in the mortal world, this old man's eyes are cloudy, and his body is even more rickety, like a wind candle in his last years, and on both sides of him, there are two extremely burly big men, and the fluctuations of the early stage of the immortal master come out from the bodies of these two big men.

Compared with these two big men, the old man in the middle who seems to be in the middle of the wind and candle does not spread out too much, but it can be seen from the respectful looks of these two big men facing the old man that this old man is by no means ordinary