When Ling Tianzheng was catching up with Dongfang Po and Ximen Wuji, he heard that the disciple who guarded the inner gate and passed on the names of the people who came to watch the ceremony preached loudly, "The Demon Sect Birth Demon Elder is mixed with each other, and he brings the disciples of the Demon Mountain Villa... Disciple of the Heavenly Demon Sect... Disciples of the Hehuan Sect... Disciple of the Horror Cold Sect... Disciple of the Earth Devouring Sect... Come and watch the birth of the gods!"

The decent disciples who had all been in place before suddenly became noisy. All of a sudden, the disciples of the major sects of the decent sect were tense one after another, and they were about to step forward and fight with those demon sect people.

"Demon Gate?" "The people of the Demon Gate dare to come here?", "Damn the Demon Gate!", "There are people from the Demon Gate who came to watch the ceremony!", "Kill them!", "I'm impatient!"...

"I'm waiting for the Demon Gate, and I'm also warmly invited by the owner of the Sword Casting Mountain Villa, why can't I come here?" The person who is the leader of the Demon Gate is the Demon Sect's Demon Elder Chaoming!

"Wait for death!" Immediately, a righteous path disciple drew his long sword and flew away.

I saw that with a wave of the long sleeves of the chaotic black robe, a demonic qi was slapped out of his palm, compressed and condensed, forming a palm print, slapping the man's chest, and slapping the man backwards, spitting blood.

"Dare to hurt my Demon Slaying Sect disciples!Come on!" In the team where the injured disciple was, the leader led the rest of the disciples to draw out the long sword behind their backs, "Righteous Dao Sect, when are you afraid of the evil demons and other demons!

After finishing speaking, all the people in the righteous path who were tense showed their weapons and greeted them, and the demon gates on the opposite side were already ready to move and invade.

In an instant. Countless flying swords were released from the sky, interlaced and colorful, magic weapons and magic weapons were all kinds and dazzling, and charms were all kinds and dizzying. True Qi collides, roars constantly, aura strikes, and chaos is mixed.

In the huge square, the crowd was crowded, and the demonic energy lingered, and it was blown away by the treasure fan. The treasure fan was smashed by the giant seal again. The giant seal was shattered by the strange force, and the strange force was injured by the sword qi, and the sword qi was broken by the yin qi, and the yin qi was absorbed by the treasure bottle. The vase was shattered by black light again...

All of a sudden. Colorful circulation. It was suppressed by black gas, and then broken by white light, making a mess.

Only the periphery is calm. The disciples of the Mind Cultivation Sect and the Confucian Sect sat cross-legged on both sides, silently reciting the truth of the state of mind.

The disciples of the Yuanchen Sect did not move, and followed the side of the cultivation heart gate, closing their eyes and understanding.

The disciples of the Yizong stood proudly on the periphery, looking indifferently at the chaotic crowd.

The disciples of the Divine Beast Sect were not allowed to enter the village because of the beasts they trained, and they did not mix in the periphery.

The disciples of the five sects of the Blood Sect, the Holy Heaven Sect, the Heaven and Earth Sect, the Spirit Silence Sect, and the Biquan Sect were actually watching from the sidelines, and from time to time they pointed fingers at the chaos.

At this time, among the battle groups, only the five sects under the leadership of the elders of the Demon Gate were in chaos with the Zixia Sect, the Qingyun Sect, the Duzun Sect, the Hidden Dragon Sect, the Boundless Sect, the Demon Slaying Sect, and the Ontology Gate, the King Kong Gate, the Life and Death Gate, the Mechanism Gate, and the Overlord Sword Gate, and they were fighting fiercely.

The scene is out of control.

The disciples of the Shushan Immortal Sword Sect where Ling Tian was located did not move, and even the disciples of the Proud Sword Sect where Dongfang Po and Ximen Wuji were located did not make a move. And the people from the five factions of the mountain gate did not move.

But anyone who has a brain to think knows that the Demon Gate of the Dao Dao will not go deep into this place where the righteous path gathers to seek death for no reason, and must have been invited and relied on before taking risks.

In the crowd, a familiar voice was heard, "Damn Demon Gate thief, you actually mixed into my righteous path!"

At this time, a dark green fist blade swung towards Ling Tian, Ling Tian followed the trail and looked over, it turned out to be an elder of the Spirit Ghost Sect, who recognized Ling Tianlai, who had been in trouble with the Demon Sect, and directly moved his hand at Ling Tian.

Before Ling Tian could make a move, Dongfang Po took the first big step, and took out a heavy sword behind his back to block the fist of the elder of the Spirit Ghost Sect, the elder of the Spirit Ghost Sect punched too strongly, and was blocked by the big sword, and the sword collapsed into a gap, and cracks were all over it, but the entire arm of the Spirit Ghost Sect Elder was folded into a strange arc.

"Don't hurt my brother, old thief!" Dongfang Po shouted. He lifted the greatsword and carried it on his shoulder. As soon as Ling Tian looked at Dongfang Po's giant sword, he knew that this sword must be extraordinarily heavy, I was afraid that it could have two or three hundred catties, except for monsters like Dongfang Po, it was estimated that no one would be able to move.

Now that he was actually punched a gap by the elders of the Spirit Ghost Sect, it can be seen how much strength the elders of the Spirit Ghost Sect used, and the shock could break his arms and bones.

"Waiting is the right way, why are you shielding the people in the Demon Sect?" asked the elder of the Spirit Ghost Sect angrily, but his hand was not idle, and he slammed a few pills into his mouth.

"I don't care if you are right or not, don't hurt my brother anyway!" Dongfang Po has a short temper, but he is very affectionate and righteous.

Lan Bing stopped in front of Ling Tian, "He is a disciple of my Shushan Immortal Sword Sect, not a person from the Demon Sect, I think you have misunderstood!"

"Don't talk nonsense! I will recognize this kid even if he turns to ashes! Kill him for me!" There were many martial arts disciples gathered behind the elder, and when they heard the elder's order, they waved their troops and rushed immediately.

"Ha Lu Ha Ha

But he didn't expect Ximen Wuji to take the lead in front of everyone, the thin sword in his hand was elegant, and the disciples of the Spirit Ghost Sect saw that someone was coming to block, and they all waved their weapons with their true qi to attack, not wanting Ximen Wuji to be surrounded by everyone, but he was not in a hurry, his figure was very fast, as if he knew the direction of attack of many weapons in the Dao, and he had already twisted his body in advance, just avoiding the path of the original attack of the weapon.

The weapons were shot into the air. Ximen Wuji saw the opportunity, provoked a thin sword, and only hit everyone's vital points.

At this moment, in the chaotic crowd, a person walked in the air with a volley overhead, the tattered clothes fluttered in the wind, and the agile steps flowed, snatching the long sword in the hand of a disciple of the Spirit Ghost Sect, and leading the thin sword picked by Ximen Wuji to the side.

Simon Wuji hurriedly stepped back, distancing himself from the man. Unhurried, the man raised his other hand, took the jar and poured wine into his mouth, which was covered by a gray beard, and most of the wine flowed down the white and long beard, wetting the tattered and porous clothes, and sloppy and dirty to the extreme.

Ling Tian only felt that the footwork of stepping in the air and stepping smoothly was very familiar, and when he looked at it carefully, he couldn't help but exclaim, "Ah!

"Hey, hey, hey, who are you, who do you recognize me?" Tian Qingzi didn't seem to recognize Ling Tian.

"You and I had a relationship in Qingyun Sect at the beginning, and you still want to take me as a disciple?" Ling Tian reminded.

"Hey, there's such a thing? Let me think... Oh... I seem to have an impression... Why did you kid get into a fight with your friends and the Righteous Dao Sect?" Tian Qingzi wondered, and a disgusting smell of wine erupted as he spoke, Lan Bing hurriedly leaned towards Ling Tian's side.

"Uh... This one... There was really a misunderstanding..."Ling Tian scratched his head, not knowing how to answer.

At this time, the whole sword pond square is so chaotic that it can no longer be chaotic, like a nest of messy bees, the crowd is pouring in front of the door, surrounding the people of the demon gate, from time to time and the demon gate people are fighting, fighting together, there are already many righteous wounded people around, falling to the ground and groaning.

At this time, three figures floated from the main hall in the square. The three of them landed in front of the sword pond.

Directly on the left, wearing a simple robe, a long-bearded old monk raised his Zen staff in his hand and gently touched the ground.

With this place as the center of the circle, a golden ripple rippled out, and a huge "swastika" gold pattern instantly lit up on the bluestone floor of the vast square. Stir up a cloud of dust.

The ripples seemed to gather the power of shock, and they surged through the bodies of the people, shocking the crowd on the spot, and all the weapons fell to the ground.

When the ripple was about to penetrate Dongfang Po's body, Dongfang Po seemed to want to dodge, but it was not as fast as this ripple, and it was penetrated out of the body in a moment.

Of course, Ling Tian knew that this ripple did not carry any lethal power, and Ximen Wuji also perceived it, so he could pass through his body, Ling Tian suddenly felt that his heart was empty, without a trace of malicious distractions, as if he had been purified.

This old monk, who is not outstanding in appearance, is actually the abbot of the Shaolin faction, if he is a foolish monk.

In the middle of the three of them, dressed in a fiery red robe, with a cold face, and a very decent look, it was the owner of the Sword Casting Villa, and the sword shook the sky. On the right side, dressed in a strange half-black and half-white robe, like a yin and yang double fish sandwich, a long high hat on his head, long hair and shawl like a waterfall hanging curtains, a person with a sickly and slender appearance is the master of the yin and yang door, Chang Heng.

"Please stop, let me go, and listen to me..." (To be continued......)

PS: May big explosion update, today's fourth update!