Xie Qiang took over the four swords and formation diagram of Zhu Xian from the hands of Hongjun Ancestor, and the four swords of Zhu Xian were sharp, and a breath of destruction and killing qi rushed towards him.

Xie Qiang's fingers flicked the sword body, and the four swords of Zhu Xian emitted a black mystical light, and the qi of destruction, the qi of killing, the bloody qi, and the candle qi of heaven and earth were mixed, spreading towards the entire main hall of Zixiao Palace, and the three thousand monks sacrificed their innate spirit treasures one after another, just like the current enemy.

There were even some monks who had just advanced to the Great Luo Golden Immortal, and their eyes were confused.

"Wake up!" Hongjun Old Ancestor shouted, and those monks who were all confused in their eyes were like being poured a bucket of cold water, and then woke up, cold sweat on their foreheads.

"The four swords of Zhuxian are famous and powerful!"

"Such a sharp weapon, who can stop it!"

"I heard that the Zhuxian Sword Formation has been practiced to the highest level, and it can become a chaotic world by itself!"

The entire Zixiao Palace hall was out of control again, and everyone's eyes were staring at the four swords of Zhuxian in Xie Qiang's hand on the high platform, their eyes were shining, all of them were greedy eyes, it was better not to be in Zixiao Palace, everyone might rush up and want to snatch it forcibly.

Xie Qiang snorted coldly, his eyes scanned the audience very indifferently, and the spirits of countless monks sobered up.

A giant tripod flew out of Xie Qiang's eyebrows, chaotic and simple, with a rhyme flowing on it, and the purple light on the giant tripod was entangled, which had a familiar feeling, which was a little similar to the color of Hongmeng purple qi.

"Hongmeng's top treasure!" Hongjun stood up, with an unbelievable look on his face, walked to the edge of Juding, and then stroked it gently, his eyes widened, looking at Xie Qiang, wanting to get a clear answer from Xie Qiang.

"Creation Ding!" Above the main hall, the three thousand monks shouted in unison very strangely.

There are three big characters on the giant tripod, I don't know what the text is written, and it is not a known avenue god, but at a glance, people can understand the meaning of these three words, "create the tripod".

Xie Qiang smiled, nodded at Hongjun Ancestor, and then stood up and threw the four swords of Zhuxian into the Hongmeng Creation Ding.

Without Xie Qiang's mana urging, the Hongmeng Ziyan in the Hongmeng Creation Ding automatically rehearsed one formation after another as if obeying the command, enveloping the four swords of Zhuxian in Hongmeng Ziyan.

Hongmeng Ziyan is the origin fire of Hongmeng space, compared to the origin fire of the chaotic world, Chaos Purple Fire is more powerful, even Hongjun Ancestor does not know this Hongmeng Ziyan, but Hongjun Ancestor can sense the power of this flame is very powerful, even if he is contaminated with a trace, he will not die and peel off his skin.

At the moment when Hongmeng Ziyan gushed out, the three thousand monks retreated one after another, and Xie Qiang's eyebrows flew out of the Wheel of Time and the Gate of Space and roared, "Time Array", the three thousand monks were isolated, but they could still see the giant tripod on the high platform.

As puffs of green smoke emerged from the Creation Ding, countless impurities disappeared with the green smoke.

After a while, the four swords of Zhuxian also disappeared without a trace, turning into black, purple, red, and white four streams of liquid that kept flowing, and then the Hongmeng Ziyan in the Creation Ding automatically divided into four formations, enveloping the four streams of flowing liquid.

As time passed, the color of each liquid became lighter and lighter, and slowly turned into a crystal clear, boundless transparent and smooth, pure and quiet liquid, and the color of those liquids all turned into a stream of destruction qi, killing qi, bloody evil qi, and heaven and earth candle qi were separated.

Xie Qiang quickly threw out five groups of materials in his hand and threw them into the Creation Ding, and the Hongmeng Ziyan in the four small formations grew silently, enveloping the five groups of materials.

"Chaos Innate Five Elements Essence!" Hongjun Ancestor was really well-informed, and once again panicked, exclaiming.

"Well, that's right, it's the essence of the Chaos Innate Five Elements, since the last time the Zhuxian Sword Formation was broken by us, the Four Swords of Zhuxian have also dropped several levels. Xie Qiang was very satisfied with Hongjun Ancestor's surprised appearance, and a smile was inadvertently revealed between his eyebrows.

As the five chaotic innate five elements essence melted, it was divided into four streams of liquid and flowed into the four small arrays, mixing with the pure static liquid that had been transformed by the original Zhuxian Four Swords.

The pure still liquid becomes colorful at this moment, and the rhyme of the strips flows on the surface.

"Heavenly merit is out!"

A huge pillar of merit golden light flew out of Xie Qiang's eyebrows, rushed towards the center of the Creation Ding, and fell directly, and then was divided into four pillars of merit and wrapped towards the four qi of destruction, killing, blood, and heaven and earth candle qi.

The four large air masses are constantly tumbling, and it is necessary to divide the qi of destruction, the qi of killing, the bloody qi, and the candle qi of heaven and earth into one category, that is, the evil qi, and the golden light of merit is undoubtedly the nemesis of all evil qi.

However, the four swords of Zhuxian cannot be called the four swords of Zhuxian without the qi of destruction, the qi of killing, the aura of blood, and the candle qi of heaven and earth.

At this time, Xie Qiang's expression was very serious, and the pure mana of his two hands controlled the golden light of merit and slowly fused with the four large masses in a mysterious way.

Hongjun opened his eyes wide and looked at Hongmeng Creation Dingzhong, it was the arrangement of the Taiji diagram, with a little evil in the righteousness, and a little righteousness in the evil spirit.

"The power of time and space comes out, the Tai Chi Divine Seal, sealed!" Xie Qiang's sea of consciousness emerged with an imperceptible and inexplicable power of rules, forming a Yin and Yang Taiji diagram rushing into it, wrapping the four large air masses that had been fused.

The four large air masses were compressed into a point by the Tai Chi Divine Seal formed by the power of the rules of time and space, and then fell into a mass of colorful liquid, and the colorful liquid easily incorporated a point condensed into the four large air masses, and disappeared without a trace.

Four clouds of colorful liquid wriggled in bursts, turning into the appearance of a sword.

Slowly, the colorful liquid turned into a solid color, and the four sharp swords had taken shape, divided into black, purple, red, and white swords.

At this time, the re-refined Zhuxian Four Swords looked extremely ordinary from the surface, and there was no longer that grand and domineering feeling, removing the appearance of the sharp and exposed, and returning to the original of simplicity and nature.

It is definitely a must-have tool for pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.

"Kill, kill, trap, absolute!" As the words from Xie Qiang's mouth burst out, an unknown force emerged from the sword heart of the four swords of Zhu Xian, and these four words were engraved on the sword body near the hilt, and the qi of destruction, the qi of killing, the bloody aura, and the candle qi of heaven and earth rose from the inscription, sending out a light of destruction that grabbed people's hearts.

"Boom!"

In the void, countless divine thunders fell from the sky, and countless spatial barriers fell towards the four swords of the Zhu Immortal in the Creation Ding.

The four swords of Zhuxian continued to struggle and tremble, wanting to break away from the control of the Creation Ding, and go up with the divine thunder.

Xie Qiang's right hand flew out of the Zhuxian Array, and with a shake of his left hand, he put away the Hongmeng Creation Ding.

The four swords of Zhuxian hummed very happily, and as Xie Qiang's body circled, they plundered Xie Qiang's cheeks very freshly, touched them slightly, and walked towards the Zhuxian array in the void.

"Sword Psychic!" Tongtian in the time and space array was extremely happy, constantly rubbing his hands and feet, and shouting.

The four immortals of Zhuxian continued to hover above the Zhuxian array, forming a world of their own, and countless Dao gods thundered and annihilated it, refining the sword body over and over again, after one hundred and eight divine thunders, the four swords faintly emitted the sound of sword groaning, and the breath of eternity rushed towards them.

The four swords of Zhu Xian kept jumping around Xie Qiang like a naughty child, and Xie Qiang retreated to the time and space array casually, stroking the four swords of Zhu Xian very gently.

Slightly reluctant to throw it to Tongtian, the sword is psychic, at least to reach the level of the Three Treasures of the Open Heaven Chaos Bell.

"Thank you big brother, thank you master, thank you ......" Tongtian was already incoherent with joy, and the hearts of the three thousand monks were cold, and now the four swords of Zhuxian are no longer sharp, but unpretentious, but everyone knows that this power is at least several times stronger than before, and the current four swords of Zhuxian are worthy of the fame of the three great arrays of the wilderness, it seems that even the four saints mentioned by Hongjun Ancestor are not necessarily very broken.

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