Yang Hao's figure sat cross-legged in the void, and the five vast and profound mountain ranges in front of him that were full of mystical runes were shrinking at a slow speed.

A faint deep brilliance was projected on Yang Hao's eyebrows, and a moment later, the runes of a mountain range were completely formed.

At this moment, in the silent sky, Yang Hao's body stood there quietly.

It is like a magic peak from ancient times, with the power to shake the heavens and the earth, not to mention, the vast momentum that crushes everything alone is enough to make people frightened.

It's just one, if the five peaks go down together, even the fierce demons in the world have enough strength to completely suppress it.

The sky was still quiet, and the golden lines of the second Xuanzhong Peak were gradually formed in the silence.

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In the stone pillar hall, on the ten stone pillars with mottled surfaces and towering heights, ten figures sat quietly like an old monk in a fixed place.

Because of the gradual disappearance of the purple mist, the figures of the ten people have been completely exposed to the sight of everyone outside the hall.

For the ten figures on this stone pillar, basically everyone's eyes were mixed with a thick color of envy.

As soon as the people who reached the top, except for the unlucky Yunchen, the other nine people all had a coveted treasure.

In addition, there is an opportunity to obtain the Holy Gate exercises.

Compared to this first point, the fact that this kind of thing makes many people's greedy eyes redden, but this kind of thing requires enough strength support, so those who are not strong enough can only stare at it.

In the crowd, Xia Hong of the Tiangang Sect region had an extremely resentful look in his eyes, staring at Yang Hao's face on the fourth stone pillar, and the anger and jealousy in his heart seemed to be overturning the river and the sea.

Originally, he thought that Yang Hao was just a soft persimmon, but it turned out that he was pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, easily defeating Xia Hong, and at the same time, he could even vaguely start with the Yunchen Senior Brother of the Three Pulses.

In the earth fire array behind, Xia Hong was even more miserable and took a group of Tiangang Sect disciples to stupidly fall into the fire poison trap prepared by Yang Hao for them, causing the bodies of the Tiangang Sect disciples to be burned by the flames, and that kind of embarrassment made their reputation ruined.

"Damn Yang Hao, wait for Senior Brother Yunchen to successfully obtain the opportunity to practice, it will be your death date. ”

Because of the flame burn, Xia Hong pulled the corners of his injured mouth with difficulty, and that smile had a creepy horror under the flame wound like broken blood-colored bark.

"Wow!"

On the ten stone platforms, behind a loose cultivator, the glow of the Dao suddenly rose, and this light spread out like a burst firework.

This casual cultivator also stood up suddenly, his eyes opened, and a pair of slightly gloomy eyes seemed to be filled with a thick color of joy.

Because he obtained a book of Xuan-level low-level martial arts in the Holy Gate Gong Law Pavilion, as a martial artist without any cultivation background, this kind of thing is definitely an important resource for his future cultivation.

With the awakening of this person, there were also bursts of abnormal changes behind the other three murderers, and after a while, the three of them opened their eyes, and their mouths were like a sound like wind and thunder, and behind them was a violent scene like lightning and thunder, and a violent storm and rain.

Obviously, the three of them got something stronger than the one at the beginning.

For this harvest, the three murderers glanced at each other with satisfaction, and their feet swept down from the top of the stone pillar.

With the end of these people, the stone pillar platform was full of disciples of the eight major sects, and the longer they stayed on the stone platform, the higher the level of martial arts they naturally obtained.

The three murderers also did not leave, they also wanted to see what kind of things these so-called sect disciples could obtain in the end.

The warm atmosphere is also slightly depressing, and this atmosphere that seems to have exploded but not exploded is also waiting for that scorching spark.

I don't know how long it took, but the three adjacent stone pillars began to tremble slightly, and this tremor became more and more violent.

The person sitting on the three stone pillars was Ling Feng Zhuli and Sword Thirteen with a big sword.

"Brush, brush!"

Three pillars of light rose into the sky, and the surging aura transformed into three completely different colors and scenes.

Under everyone's eyes, the cyan wind behind Ling Feng was whistling, as if it was about to tear the heavens and the earth apart, and faintly in the cyan eye of the wind there was a storm dragon condensed by a cyan tornado.

In Zhu Li's eyes, there seemed to be a substantial flame, and a sea of fire seemed to burn even the air, so that a sonic boom in the air sounded.

As for Sword Thirteen, a bright pillar of light lit up behind him, and when the brilliant light of the pillar converged away, it was a starry star in everyone's eyes.

The wind dragons, the sea of fire, and the stars outside the sky each occupy a corner of the sky, and they are in a state of opposition.

"I'm afraid that this level of martial arts has surpassed the level of the Xuan Rank and reached the level of the Earth Stage!"

"If our brothers had this kind of thing, our world would definitely be more than just this place. In the noisy crowd, the boss of one of the three murderers stared at the three spectacular scenes in the sky with burning eyes, licked his lips and said greedily.

At the same time as the three of them confronted each other, the clouds and dust on the third stone pillar quietly woke up, his gaze swept across the sky, and then his handsome face gradually climbed into an extremely disdainful smile.

"There's nothing to brag about with this kind of grade thing. ”

Then, Yunchen suddenly stood up, his right fist clenched. As a result, a general trend began to spread from the former's body.

Suddenly, in the stunned gaze of the crowd, a purple stone tablet that seemed to come from ancient times descended behind Yunchen from above the nine heavens.

The surface of this stele is simple and heavy, and it is dotted with three red stars that flicker and darken, and the vicissitudes of life and ancient atmosphere come to the face, as if it has gone through countless years of baptism.

As soon as the stele appeared, under the instruction of Yunchen, it tore open in an incomparably arrogant manner, and the majestic momentum forced the other wind dragon and fire sea to an extremely corner position.

This kind of domineering approach is quite in line with the style of the disciples of the Tiangang Sect.

"Yunchen, you're too rampant, aren't you!" said Zhu Li of the Desolate Fire Sect with a look of displeasure and anger at Yunchen.

Zhu Li's words were also the recognition of Ling Feng and Jian Thirteen, and the latter two also looked at Yunchen with a light face with a light hostility.

"Hehe! Only those who are not three-year-olds and have big fists have the right to speak. ”

"Could it be that the three sects plan to unite to deal with my Tiangang sect. Yunchen smiled faintly and said.

"It's not in line with our eight disciples to bully more and less!"

The meaning of Yunchen's words is also very clear, although the former is irresistible when Ling Feng and the three of them are together, but if they are one-on-one, Yunchen can laugh at the audience.

Because Ling Feng and the others are sect disciples after all, they are still a little particular about their faces, if they meet the type of three murderers, if you pretend to be forced in front of them, the three of them will definitely start to beat you with a blue nose and swollen face.

Yunchen looked at the three of them silently, and smiled even more.

Jian Thirteen's gaze swept somewhere, and said in an unusual tone.

"You seem to have forgotten someone. ”

Hearing this, Yunchen's face turned grimaceous and he sneered.

"Do you still think that Yang Hao, this bastard, can obtain stronger martial arts than me?"

"Let me tell you that my Purple Tablet is a high-level martial art, and if you want to surpass me, it is at least a spirit level..."

Before the words could be completely spoken, suddenly a deep mountain peak with mystical runes wrapped all over the Nine Heavens seemed to fall.

As soon as this peak appeared, the terrifying suppressive force contained in it exerted even more arrogant and unreasonable actions, directly breaking the domineering momentum of the purple stele, and suddenly crashing to the side.

"Click!"

Xuanzhong Mountain and the Purple Monument collided violently, the former unharmed, while the corner above the latter seemed to have a dazzling crack.

For that crack, not only Yunchen and the others were dumbfounded, but even the people in the audience had a stunned expression.

"Senior Brother Xia Hong, I really want Senior Brother Yunchen's purple tablet to be broken. A disciple of the Tiangang Sect asked a little weakly.

Xia Hong didn't speak, just swallowed hard, his eyes kept blinking, and he seemed to be a little unable to believe this fact.

For this magnificent and vast mountain, it is naturally Yang Hao's masterpiece.

Yun Chen's face changed his gaze to the face of Yang Hao, who had woken up at some point, and in the face of this smiling expression, the corners of the former's mouth twitched like an electric shock.

"Bastard! Purple Monument smashes him for me. Yunchen was a little out of anger.

The three stars on the purple stele suddenly erupted with intense brilliance, followed by an extremely powerful momentum, which was like an angry sea roaring.

When the strength was hoarded to a certain extent, the purple stele suddenly rose up, with unstoppable power like a purple star, rushing towards Yang Hao's Xuanzhong Mountain.

In the face of this kind of attack, Ling Feng and the three of them couldn't help but feel a chill, according to the martial arts they had obtained, the wind dragon that was transformed into a dragon was afraid that they would be completely defeated by the purple tablet in one face.

Ling Feng and the three of them were jealous, but Yang Hao was not afraid at all, even though Yunchen's purple tablet was a high-level level, and his own Five Spirits Xuanzhong Mountain was a forbidden martial art that far surpassed the ordinary spirit level.

Although this is not a real confrontation, it is just relying on the strange power of the stone pillar to transform the power of the martial arts into a competition, but that feeling is too expensive to real.

"Since one Xuanzhong Mountain can't handle you, what about five. ”

Yang Hao's eyes narrowed, and his palm spread out and slowly rose above his head, and when the purple tablet fell into the expected area, his palm fell suddenly.

"Five Spirits Xuanzhong Mountain. ”

So when the other four Chongxuan Mountains covered with runes descended from the sky, completely crushing the seemingly majestic purple stele into powder.

Yunchen's face finally completely changed to complete killing intent.