The short old man stretched out his hand a little, the mana entered, and the ghost head knife turned around, turning into the size of a zhang yu, and slashed at Zhang Yang's head.

As soon as Zhang Yang raised his hand, the Xuantie Sword met him, and the two met in mid-air, accompanied by the sound of gold and iron clashing, the Xuantie Sword actually knocked the Ghost Head Sword back against Zhangyu.

"How can your flying sword be so powerful?" the short and sturdy old man exclaimed, even if the monks in the early stage of Jindan practiced the magic weapon of this life, it would not take long to warm it in the body, and his ghost head knife had been cultivated for hundreds of years, so it should be overwhelming the other party.

The sturdy old man pinched a spell with both hands and hit the ghost head knife, and as a black light submerged into the ghost head knife, a black evil aura immediately rose from the knife body.

The ghost head knife surrounded by black qi slashed towards Zhang Yang again, Zhang Yang sneered, stretched out his hand to the Xuantie Sword, and the Xuantie Sword instantly rose with red flames and met the Ghost Head Knife.

The black evil qi on the ghost head knife met the red flame, and it burned directly.

"Restrain the flames of evil energy!" The short and sturdy old man's face changed, and he raised his hand to hit the ghost head knife again, and the ghost head on the knife handle actually came to life, and bit Zhang Yang with his big mouth open.

Zhang Yang sacrificed the cold jade shield to meet the attack of the ghost head, this cold jade shield was just a defensive magic weapon that had just been refined, and it had not been warmed, and its power was average, and it was immediately dwarfed by the attack of the ghost head.

Zhang Yang smiled coldly, pinched the trick with one hand, and saw that the Xuantie Sword that was pressing the Ghost Head Knife into the wind shook slightly, and it was divided into three, one of the flying swords continued to fight with the Ghost Head Knife, and the other two flying swords shot at the short and sturdy old man, as fast as lightning.

"Sword cultivation!" the sturdy old man exclaimed again, already preparing to retreat. With a wave of his hand, a black light shield shielded it. Raise your hand to take back the ghost head knife and attack Zhang Yang's ghost head.

Two blackiron swords shot out, piercing the black light mask without any suspense. The light flashed, and the short old man was already in a different place. It is the characteristic of Tianxing Sand to break ten thousand laws with one sword!

Although this one-sword breaking ten thousand spells was not a spell that ignored the rank of one qiē, the sturdy old man's body protection magic power did not stop the flying sword in the slightest.

The ghost head who attacked Zhang Yang lost his envoy, and with a flash of light, he flew back to the handle of the ghost head knife, and fell to the ground with a "Xuan" sound.

Zhang Yang raised his hand and put away the ghost head knife and the storage bag of the short old man, and a flame burned the old man's body into ashes.

Zhang Yang walked out of the building and flew into the air to take a look around, and there were people fighting in other directions. It seems that what the sturdy old man said is true, and the Scattered Cultivation Alliance wants to sweep away the treasures that other monks have to monopolize.

But the monks of the Zhengqi Sect dared to hunt for treasures with the monks of the Scattered Cultivation Alliance, and they also had the means to press the bottom of the box, and after Zhang Yang groaned slightly, he did not go to the assistant, but went all the way to the depths of the ice city.

In the eyes of the monks of the Scattered Cultivation Alliance, Zhang Yang, a monk in the early stage of Jindan, sent a veteran monk in the middle stage of Jindan to kill him, but he didn't expect to be able to divide the victory and defeat in a short period of time. Moreover, it was a veteran monk in the middle of Jindan, who died on the spot.

Zhang Yang didn't stop all the way, even though he knew that the buildings next to the street might be sealed with the treasures left by the Blue Moon Palace, but he always felt that the depths of the ice city should be the key to inheriting the treasures.

flew thousands of miles, just when Zhang Yang was amazed by the vastness of the ice city. An extremely magnificent palace of ice sculptures appeared in front of it.

There was no prohibition on this palace, Zhang Yang groaned slightly, raised his feet and walked towards the palace. I saw that there was only a blue jade statue of a man in the huge palace, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes. The face is handsome and lifelike.

Zhang Yang's gaze turned on the green jade statue. When he landed on the storage bag on the statue's waist, his eyes lit up, and he raised his hand to grasp the storage bag in his hand.

Zhang Yang's divine sense had just reached into the storage bag, only to see a flash of blue light, and the phantom of a middle-aged man emerged from the green jade statue, his appearance was exactly the same as the green jade statue.

Seeing such a scene, Zhang Yang was secretly taken aback, and involuntarily stepped back a few feet, and with a wave of the Xuantie Sword in his hand, he drilled out and swirled in front of him.

The phantom gradually solidified, turning into a middle-aged man, looking at Zhang Yang expressionlessly, and after a while, he suddenly smiled and asked, "Which sect are you a monk from?"

"Who is Venerable and how does he attach his soul to this statue?" Zhang Yang groaned slightly, and did not answer the rhetorical question.

The middle-aged man also didn't answer and asked, "Looking at the Dharma robe on your body, you are not a monk of the Scattered Cultivation Alliance?"

"That's right, down there is a monk from the Fire Cloud Sect. Zhang Yang's face was silent, but he was secretly vigilant, although this person was just a phantom, he had the coercion of a Yuanying monk, could it be a monk of the Blue Moon Palace? I don't know how to survive for tens of thousands of years?

"Huoyun Sect?" The middle-aged man shook his head blankly, and asked Zhang Yang to confirm the identity of this person as a monk ten thousand years ago, knowing that the Huoyun Sect had only been established for more than seven thousand years.

The middle-aged man immediately asked, "How did you end up here?"

Zhang Yang didn't hide it this time, and briefly told the matter of the Righteous Qi Sect and the Scattered Cultivation Alliance finding the treasure of the Blue Moon Palace.

"Zhengqi Sect, that's my old neighbor of the Blue Moon Palace!"

The middle-aged man showed a bit of nostalgia on his face, sighed for a while, and then showed a little resentment: "I didn't expect that ten thousand years have passed, and the Scattered Cultivation Alliance has become stronger and stronger!"

"The predecessors hate the Scattered Cultivation Alliance, it must be the Blue Moon Palace Monk, I don't know how to survive so far?" Zhang Yang asked with some curiosity, you must know that the Yuanying Monk has only lived for thousands of years, and this person has survived for 10,000 years!

"You've guessed right! I'm the last Supreme Elder of the Blue Moon Palace, and I was a monk in the middle of the Yuan Infant Period. Back then, the Scattered Cultivation Alliance attacked the Blue Moon Palace, and after the Blue Moon Palace was destroyed, I was besieged by several Yuanying monks, and I was seriously injured and fled here with the treasures of the sect. ”

The middle-aged man showed a look of reminiscence on his face, and said lightly: "This was originally a forbidden place secretly built by the Blue Moon Palace, at that time, my physical body was destroyed, and the Yuan Infant was also consumed, so he used a secret technique to stay on this green jade divine stone, and fell into a deep sleep, I didn't expect it to be ten thousand years in a flash, until your appearance woke me up." ”

"Qingyu Divine Stone?" Zhang Yang showed a little curiosity on his face, he had never heard the name of this divine stone, and it seemed that his knowledge was still a little shallow.

The middle-aged man smiled abruptly and said with a smile: "Tens of thousands of years have passed, my soul has reached the point where the oil has run out, and I can no longer perform the art of seizing the house, how about you and I make a deal?"

"Even if the seniors want to perform the art of seizing the sacrifice, they will have to resist below. ”

Zhang Yang smiled noncommittally, and asked rhetorically: "What kind of deal did the senior make with Zaixia? It wouldn't be to let Zai destroy the Scattered Cultivation Alliance, ......right?