Not to mention how fierce the battle between Qingyu and Master Luo was between the two true monarchs, and now on Lingguan Peak and another Lingzi mountain next to it, there was also a river of blood, and the roaring fighting sounds everywhere were endless. []

Previously, due to the power of the Sun-Shooting Firebolt, the Luo family's fleet flew low, and it was enough to bully the disciples of Qingling Mountain with condescension for a while.

However, with the entry of the two true monarchs of Master Luo and Evil Cloud into the battle, followed by many real people, the two sides began to fight each other in a short battle.

Although the disciples of Qingling Mountain were able to take advantage of the geographical advantages of the magic circle to gain the upper hand, but the Luo family poured out of the nest this time, coupled with the secret help of the Mo family, they were masters like clouds, and the number of real people was greatly advantageous, but it made the disciples of Qingling Mountain retreat step by step, losing a lot of strongholds, and the dawn of victory gradually appeared on the side of the Luo family.

At the top of the mountain peak dozens of miles away, there were two monks dressed in water-colored vestments, who were watching the battle situation over there with great interest, discussing from time to time.

They set up a concealment array with a high grade around them, which was to cover up the aura of their figures, even if they were Yuan Dan real people, it would be difficult to find them if they didn't get close to them. It's just that now that both sides are fighting happily, where will anyone take care of the remote places outside this battle circle.

"Do you think that side can win? The bets placed on the Luo family's side in the sect seem to account for more than ninety percent. The old man with white hair stroked his beard leisurely and said.

"Needless to say, the two True Monarchs suppressed Qingyu alone, and the Mojiabao sent a lot of True Realm masters to help, Qingling Mountain's catastrophe must be inevitable. Beside the old man was a young monk, who said affirmatively. {}

The old man nodded. said: "I hope Qingling Mountain can hold on a little longer, so that the Luo family will not be so easy to capture." ”

The young monk replied: "Qingling Mountain is not a soft persimmon, in the cultivation of junior disciples, it is far beyond the Luo family by several levels, this one should be a hard battle, we can see it." ”

"Nothing to do. Just take a look. The white-haired old man still spoke in a leisurely tone.

The young monk scratched his head and said, "It's just that the Great Elder, your old man has a lot of free time. There's a lot going on in my penal chamber. ”

"Really, pulling you over, it's naturally not as simple as watching a play. The white-haired old man also said. But his eyes never took his eyes off.

"Perhaps, the Mo family will not let this situation worsen too much, after all, the Luo family still has a little value to them. The strange thing is that there is no master of the Mo family watching the drama nearby. It's really hard for them to take into account morality or something, and the advance and retreat are unnatural, adding jokes in vain. When the Qing Ling helped their young castle master, they also reciprocated with this spiritual vein and helped the Qing Ling to establish a faction. It stands to reason that this favor has already been repaid. The young monk looked left and right. Said with some curiosity.

"The current Mojiabao is not as strong as it was back then, Mo Ziming has risen strongly, allowing the Moyou vein to regain momentum, and there are some things that naturally will not be decided by someone. The old man narrowed his eyes and replied.

Speaking of which. He suddenly felt: It seems that today's sunshine is good, which makes people happy. Compared with the Mojiabao, which has begun to divide into several major forces to clamp each other, the Baihe Sect, which is now united by all hearts, has made his heart a lot more relaxed.

As long as the sect master can advance to the Yuan Shen Realm this time and become a true master. Even if the Chiyang Sect is powerful, it must be polite to the attitude of the White River Sect in the future.

"Hmm?!Evil Cloud's situation seems to be a little bad?What is that kid's magic weapon?Can you trap Yuanying Zhenjun?" At this time, the young monk exclaimed.

The white-bearded old man, who was still paying attention to the battle between Qingyu and Master Luo, heard him say this, and hurriedly moved his eyes, and was also taken aback: "Who is this guy?"

"The surname is Chu Minghe, the new elder of Qingling Mountain, and his cultivation seems to be only at the lower level of the Yuan Dan Realm. When did Qingling Mountain have such a junior in addition to the kid surnamed Gu, there was such a junior. The young monk muttered. ...,

"As long as he can trap the Evil Cloud True Monarch for a few breaths, he can become famous in one fight. The white-haired old man was also interested, and turned his attention to this side.

After a series of unsuccessful attacks, Evil Cloud True Monarch was very remorseful at this time, but he didn't expect that Chu He's blood blade would be able to absorb his own Black Yin Sand Essence Element, making his attack greatly discounted.

Not only that, the layers of blood light seemed to be weak, but there were blood blades in it that turned into veins, which was actually extremely tough. The edge of the blood blade bloomed, even his own body, the Yuanying True Monarch, had to feel tricky, and he didn't dare to get close to it.

Moreover, the black yin sand condensed by his own body, in front of this kind of angry magic weapon, seems to be a little inadequate, and the worse thing is that the other party's layers of blood light can swallow the black yin sand. Even if you can rely on the realm to launch a more powerful attack, if you can't break this magic circle, it is similar to sending food, but it will increase the opponent's blood light.

"Being able to absorb the essence element, this is clearly a Lingbao-level artifact?!How can he control the cultivation of the lower level of the one-yuan Dan realm. Evil Cloud was so excited that he almost asked out loud and asked the kid for an explanation.

Not only was he puzzled by the presence of those present, but Xuan Bing was also puzzled: Chu Xiaozi's sword intent was pure, how could he use such a magic weapon, and he was not afraid of being accompanied for a long time, which would cause the sword intent to be contaminated, and the gains outweighed the losses.

But when he saw that this layer of blood light was arranged into a magic circle, which could trap the Evil Cloud True Monarch, he was overjoyed. Lian Sheng asked, "How long can you trap him?"

Although Chu He was a little struggling, but after the blood blade formed a formation, the power gradually increased, and slowly corroded the essence of the evil cloud for his own use.

Knowing what Xuan Bing wanted, Chu He replied: "At least ten breaths, senior brother will go to support the other senior brothers first." ”

Although Xuan Bing was worried, he saw the disciples of Qingling Mountain in the distance, and under the attack of many real people, he was really overwhelmed. This team of real people broke through the formation out of nowhere, and they went straight to the main center, and they were unstoppable all the way. If it weren't for the sacrifice of the disciples of the torture hall and the delay, the situation would be even more ugly.

"Chu boy, it's up to you! I'll be here right away after ten breaths!" gritting his teeth, he quickly got up with his sword light and rushed over there.

"Ten breaths? If I continue like this, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold out for five breaths. Chu He felt the abnormal movement in the Nine Palace Array, and said with a wry smile.

However, in such a situation, if you can't hold on, you have to hold on!

I don't know what evil method the evil cloud true monarch of the Lu Dao used, it turned out to be a great increase in power, and he also released a strange gourd magic weapon, which can in turn absorb the bloody evil qi emitted by the blood blade.

To be able to withstand the aura emitted by the blood blade, at least a Lingbao-level artifact, could it be that a gourd magic weapon is a Lingbao-level weapon? m