The pieces of dragon scale rocks on the dragon stage were shining with golden light, but the spiritual power aura was gradually changing.

"In the face of the disciples of the six major sect inheritances, I am afraid that this little guy will not be as beautiful as five years ago!" the old man with a goatee smiled softly at Qiu Hong.

"Inheritance disciple? It's just to show the preciousness of your status, and it's just a nice call. Qiu Hong pursed his lips, seeming to be a little disdainful.

"Each sect has inheritance disciples, but there is not necessarily only one person, just like the inheritance disciples of the six major sects on the dragon stage, they are only the best of the younger generation of disciples, and their cultivation has not reached the Jindan stage. The calm middle-aged man beside the head of the Tibetan Scripture Peak explained to several junior brothers and sisters.

"It's so quiet, that Chen Feng seems to have changed into a different person!"

Looking at Chen Feng's calm expression on the dragon stage, a disciple of the Tibetan Scripture Peak was a little uncomfortable.

"To begin, there are always a few suffocating tense scenes in this extraordinary battle. "The middle-aged elder brother of the Tibetan Scripture Peak looked at the dragon stage with more and more focused.

The oppressive momentum exuded by the group of feminine young men hit like a tsunami.

Different from being on the nine-clawed coiling dragon, many disciples inside and outside the sect who watched the battle, in the dragon stage, Tu Dayan's voice was in the environment of changing spiritual aura, and there was even a feeling that if he was a little relaxed, he would be defeated by the other party in one fell swoop.

Under the gaze of everyone, Chen Meng and Tu Dasheng's protective body charm became more and more intense, just like a puff of eggshells, and the glow flowing out of it kept entanglement with the disciples of the six major sect inheritances.

"Senior brother, Senior Brother Chen Feng seems to be suppressed......"

I saw the various spiritual rhymes pouring out of the bodies of the disciples of the six major sects on the dragon stage. Constantly impacting Chen Feng's figure, Xu Dabao said a little anxiously.

The life-and-death struggle has not yet begun, and Chen Feng and the four seem to be at a disadvantage.

In addition to Chen Meng and Tu Da's voice, the body protection spirit rhyme. can barely hold on to maintaining it, Chen Feng and Qiao Xueqing's figures seem to be swaying in the changed spiritual aura, which makes people really pinch a cold sweat.

"Qiao Qing and Tu Ming'er are both mid-stage Tongxuan cultivators, and that Chen Meng is the early stage of Tongxuan, both in terms of their own cultivation and in terms of numbers. Their situation is not optimistic, if they can't open up the hidden Dao Yun and strength, I'm afraid it will be a tough battle!" Tian Lingshan's pretty face looked very nervous.

"It's a fight to the death. In other words, it is a battle that I can't afford to lose, what kind of strength does Senior Brother Qiao Qing~~~ have, I don't know very well, but the Chen Meng and Tu Ming'er that Senior Sister Ling Shan said. I'm afraid that he doesn't have the power of the vast Dao Rhyme as deep as Senior Brother Chen Feng!" Peng Youwei said with a deep breath.

At this time, I saw Qiao Xueqing in a plain robe. Not only Peng Youwei was a little uncomfortable, but even the other disciples of Tianjun Peak didn't know how to call him.

Feeling the heavier and heavier pressure, Tu Da Voice, who was wrapped in Lei Xia's light, showed a light in his beautiful eyes, glanced at Chen Feng not far away, and conveyed a message to him: "There are six of them, and Chen Meng and I are not enough to see at all." Now is not the time to be reckless, hurry up and call someone ......"

"It's really nobody's in sight. Do you think that the powerhouse of the younger generation of the Thousand Machines Sect is only Chen Feng's scum?" Huang Wenji, who was planted with a lock chanting spell on his body by several Hao Nianfeng disciples, saw the situation on the dragon stage, and muttered with his fists clenched with an unhappy face.

"You give me honesty, if you dare to cause trouble again, I will definitely not be polite to you, I don't ...... when I hear it" Hao Nianfeng's sturdy senior sister, the burly figure appeared behind Huang Wenji, shrouding it hoarsely.

Hearing the burly woman's hoarse words, Huang Wenji's back chilled, and he resolutely kept silent, as if he had suffered many losses at her hands, which made some of the new disciples who were close to him extremely surprised.

"I didn't expect that arrogant Huang Wenji to be shocked, who is that strong woman?" asked a new male disciple of Bibo Peak to the blue-clothed girl beside him.

If Chen Feng saw this blue-clothed girl with extremely strong water spiritual power, he would definitely recognize that this woman was competing for the Glory List at the same time as him, and on another Star Luo Platform, she showed extremely strong strength.

It's just that five years have passed, and the blue-clothed woman in the late stage of Tongxuan is now advanced to the early stage of Jindan, while Chen Feng is still only a low-level disciple of the eighth level of qi refining.

"There are powerful old disciples in the sect, far more than Chen Feng and Huang Wenji, the Glorious Ceremony is held once every five years, and the people who have obtained the great magical power of the Star Luo Forbidden Scroll can't be counted, although many old disciples are not as arrogant as Huang Wenji, but they are all extremely powerful. As the blue-clothed girl laughed, she glanced at the many disciples of the various sects who were standing on the nine-clawed coiled dragon with calm expressions.

"Chen Feng, are there any disciples in the sect who are good friends with you? Before the life-and-death battle begins, you still have a chance to find two more people to end up. Lin Xiangqiao, the first seat of the pilgrimage peak, and the sound of laughter spread all over the dragon stage, making many powerful disciples secretly restless.

"A lot of people doesn't necessarily mean that you can win, even if it's a few of them together, I don't care. Chen Feng smiled evilly and looked at the inheritance disciples of the six major sects in the distance.

"Do you look down on us?"

Among the six people, a Taoist with an ancient sword on his back showed an unbearable fierce look in his eyes.

"But since I have been asked if I have any good disciples, if I don't find one or two people to come out, as if I have no friends, I will reluctantly summon someone I know and deal with the dying people briefly, although I don't think that is necessary at all. Chen Feng's shameless words not only made people secretly slander, but also curious about who he was going to choose.

"Could it be him?"

Finding that Chen Feng looked in the direction of the person in Hao Nianfeng's lineage, many disciples of the Thousand Machines Sect couldn't help but pay attention to Huang Wenji.

"Chen Feng, can't you help but ask me for help after the last day? It's okay, cooperating with you is better than letting those people from other sects show off their might. Huang Wenji's awesome color at this moment was undoubtedly revealed, and he was completely trying to stand up and turn the tide.

Unexpectedly, just as Huang Wenji's words fell, Chen Feng twisted his face and ignored it directly. Instead, he stopped at the place where the people in the Cuizhu Peak were located.

"Liu Yuan, are you willing to help them?"

Feeling Chen Feng's gaze at Liu Yayuan, the smile on the face of Cuizhu Peak's first seat. There is a faint color of joy.

"I have a good relationship with Chen Feng, and I have never had any suspicions, so I naturally want to help him. Liu Yayuan smiled delicately, and did not jump off the nine-clawed coiled dragon in a hurry.

When the woman in the flower skirt heard Liu Yayuan's slightly meaningful words, she just smiled faintly and waved her hand: "As a teacher, I also want to see what kind of strength you have." ”

Liu Yayuan gave a slight blessing to the first seat of Cuizhu Peak, turned around and floated towards Chen Feng and the four people on the dragon stage.

"I didn't expect you to leave ......"

felt Qiao Xueqing's little dissatisfaction. Chen Feng smiled at Liu Yayuan.

"The Thousand Machines Sect is not up to you, you can enter the Tianjun Peak lineage, and I can't invest in other sects for anything. Liu Yayuan's words. Chen Feng showed a dry wry smile on his face.

If Qiao Xueqing, Chen Meng, and Tu Dayan stood with Chen Feng in the Glorious Hall five years ago, and were known to many disciples of the Thousand Machine Sect, then Liu Yayuan's appearance. For the vast majority of people inside and outside the human sect. It's incredibly unfamiliar.

"Who is that green-robed woman? It seems that she knows Chen Feng and his group. Zi Hanying of the Soul Spirit Peak stood with several Glory List disciples with a slightly surprised expression.

Don't say it's an outsider, even Chen Meng and Tu Dayan looked a little strange when they saw Chen Feng, the fourth aunt.

Compared with when she was in Cangbi City, Liu Yayuan's appearance is much younger, and she is no longer sick, and she is completely like a girl at this time.

Qiao Xueqing just glanced at Liu Yayuan lightly. There was no intention of catching up with her at all.

"Alright, now that the members of our little gang have arrived. Let go of your arms and fight with them. Chen Fengxiong opened his arms, boosting morale and looking extremely passionate.

"Chen Feng ......"

Huang Wenji's round face at this time was like blood, if he was good at cursing, I was afraid that in his hateful gaze, Chen Feng's bones would be gone.

"Those six people are not simple, and I'm afraid it will depend on my performance after the end......"

Suddenly, not only Chen Feng, but even Qiao Xueqing and the others also broke out with a raging battle intent.

"Are you ready to challenge my bets, as long as you can come up with something that makes me look good, let's go together." Chen Feng stretched out his hand and hooked his four fingers, and his arrogant and provocative look was not concealed at all.

"I'm afraid that you won't have a life, and you won't have a life to take it. ”

The feminine youth of the Hanging Mountain patted the storage bag, and a small stone glowing with gray light had erupted from the storage bag.

"Buzz~~~"

The small gray light stone rose against the storm, rising towards the sky, until the small stone enlarged to the size of a terrifying giant peak, and many people still did not recover from the horror.

"Boom~~~"

The giant peak in the sky, which was only big and small compared to the Pilgrimage Peak, shrank again in the process of falling rapidly with an air explosion, and then crashed on the dragon stage at the top of the Pilgrimage Peak, and even caused a shock to shake the mountain.

After the turmoil of the pilgrimage peak, looking at the small peak boulder that was still huge on the dragon stage, although Chen Feng had an evil face, he was secretly vigilant in his heart.

Many cultivators know that the type of treasure mostly determines the power it contains, among which treasures such as peaks, bells, towers, and tripods are the most difficult to cultivate, but their power is unusually powerful.

Just by looking at the small peak on the dragon stage and the suffocating gray light released, Chen Feng could conclude that it was a heavy treasure.

"Although there are a few peak weapons in the Hanging Mountain, I have never heard of this peak treasure!" Standing on the head of the Cave Refining Peak on the Nine-Clawed Coiling Dragon, he looked at the gray small peak boulder, and his face showed a look of surprise.

"Is this Scattered Spirit Peak still weighty?"

The feminine young man on the dragon stage smiled at Chen Feng and the others.

"Woo~~~"

Just when Tu Dasheng and Chen Meng's faces were solemn, the big man with black hair on his chest actually threw out twelve pennant flags.

Twelve yellow pennants were erected and swirled on the dragon stage, bringing a strong wind of yin corpses.

Many cultivators with extraordinary spiritual eyes could see that among the twelve yellow order flags thrown out by the Great Han, there was an extremely hideous and terrifying Yin corpse figure struggling, as if it would come out of the flag at any time.

"That's the Evil Corpse Flag, which contains the source of the Evil Corpse, which used to be a heavy treasure of the Demon Dao, and later because of the Great War between the Two Demons in the Western Ancient Region, this Demon Treasure fell into the hands of the Tianyan Palace. Liu Yayuan reminded Chen Feng lightly.

"Whew~~~"

Just when Chen Feng was smiling, among the disciples of the six major sects. A girl with the late cultivation of Tongxuan threw a golden vine ball.

I watched as the vine balls spread out, frantically growing thick vines with terrifying thorns. Many disciples of the Thousand Machines Sect couldn't help but change their faces.

Under the growth and spread of thick and sharp thorn vines, almost the entire dragon stage was enveloped in it.

Not to mention the fine runes of those vines circulating, just looking at those sharp spikes makes people's hearts chill.

"Zhou Lingmo, a disciple of Changchun Sect, also asked a few people to give advice. The woman who threw the rattan ball said with a proud face.

The first seat of Cuizhu Peak standing on the nine-clawed coiled dragon. As soon as he saw the unfolded golden rattan ball, his expression couldn't help but change: "This is the swallowing vine ball......

Unlike some low-level disciples, many of the leaders and elders in the Thousand Machines Sect have participated in the battle with the six major sects. They are all very taboo about the ancient thorn vines that are growing in horror right now.

At the beginning of a great war, there were many disciples of the Thousand Machines Sect, who were devoured by this ancient thorn vine, and the first one of them was the first in the Cuizhu Peak. It was also lost in the battle with the six major sects.

However. The disciples of the six major sects on the dragon stage did not give the people of the Thousand Machines Sect a chance to think deeply.

The middle-aged Daoist of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect with the ancient sword on his back took a few steps forward with a smile under the gaze of Chen Feng and his group: "Since you want to see the stakes of the life and death fight, if I don't take out something, I'm afraid you won't be reconciled." ”

Seeing the middle-aged Daoist's shoulders shake, and the ancient sword behind his back with the scabbard thrown into the air, Chen Feng's eyes couldn't help but squint.

"Snort~~~"

The ancient sword was not unsheathed. The swirling sword rhyme of ten thousand streams has already permeated the air through the scabbard.

Feel the majestic and stirring sword rhyme. Leng Yi, who was sitting among the disciples of Purgatory Peak, couldn't help but slowly open his eyes.

Compared with Chen Feng five years ago when he competed for the opportunity to ban the scroll of Xingluo, Leng Yi at this time, the whole person exuded a terrifying gloomy aura, and she no longer saw the innocence of the girl she used to be.

Being gazed at by Leng Yi, Chen Feng on the dragon stage felt a little, and turned his head slightly to look at the nine-clawed coiling dragon.

Through the eyesight beyond ordinary people, he found that Leng Yi's red lips and white teeth, gold jewelry was pulled up high, and the exaggerated eyeliner revealed ruthlessness, Chen Feng couldn't help but sigh in his heart, and secretly said that the aura of the woman who had become cold was bursting, which was really gloomy and abnormal.

Facing Leng Yi's cold gaze, Chen Feng even regretted offending that woman a little, and was defeated in the eye contact.

In comparison, the ancient sword thrown by the middle-aged Daoist of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect seemed insignificant in Chen Feng's eyes.

The remaining two disciples of the six major sects, one is a somewhat timid and delicate girl from the Imperial Spirit Sect, which gives people a sense of timidity and fear, but seeing the various skins and pockets on his body, there are faint living creatures agitating inside, Chen Feng is still vigilant and curious.

The old man in the yellow robe with folds on his face did not take out any treasures, and stood there with a smile on his face, making it difficult to see what he was thinking.

Although four of the disciples of the six major sects have taken out the heavy bets of life and death, anyone with a discerning eye can see that once the big war starts, these heavy treasures will soon show terrifying destructive power in the confrontation between the two sides.

Under the oppressive gaze of the disciples of the six major sect inheritances, Chen Feng's figure floated forward like a ghost: "I accept your life, and I want to take the heavy treasure, let's go together, lest you play a single gang and send it to death." ”

"Whew~~~"

Hearing Chen Feng's words, the many disciples inside and outside the sect outside the Dragon Stage were in an uproar.

"Could it be that arrogant guy who plans to challenge the disciples of the six major sects at the same time?" is really too unsightly......" A disciple from the Hanging Mountain had a look of horror and anger on his face.

The younger generation of the six major sects are the inheritance disciples, and they can be said to be strong and strong, just looking at those few heavy treasures, people dare not underestimate them in the slightest.

Seeing Chen Feng stepping forward alone, even Chen Meng and Tu Da Yan showed anxious looks.

"I'll see what makes you so arrogant. The man with black hair on his chest in Tianyan Hall had a gloomy face, and in the process of taking a step, his figure actually dispersed into a stream of mysterious and subtle rays of light that shot towards Chen Feng.

Seeing that the black-haired man was in trouble, just as Qiao Xueqing comforted Chen Meng and Tu Dasheng, Xia Yan, who was as mysterious as the wind, had already appeared in front of Chen Feng.

"Woo~~~"

The black-haired man's fist, with a piercing sonic boom, struck straight at Chen Feng's head.

"Feng Yan Fist!"

Seeing that Chen Feng's whole person was restrained, and his standing figure did not dodge, the black-haired man's mysterious fist with a flowing glow was blocked and slightly retracted some of his strength.

"Bang~~~"

As the black-haired man's right fist made contact with Chen Feng's side face, the storm-like fist force rippled away.

Seeing that Chen Feng's body was constantly blowing arcs in the power of Fengyan's fist, and he was hit intensively, while the black-haired man exploded into a pang of wind and brilliance that was difficult to capture, many people couldn't help but be a little surprised.

"That black-haired man looked at the five big and three thick, like a humanoid beast, but he didn't expect that he also had a cautious side!" said the middle-aged man-looking Wuji Peak, with a smile of surprise and disdain on his face.

Although the black-haired man's Fengyan Fist was very mysterious, what surprised many disciples even more was that Chen Feng actually stood in place without the slightest intention of fighting back.

"That Chen Feng's physical body ......" A female disciple of Wu Ji Feng said with a gleam in his eyes, a little uncertain.

"You read that right, that kid Chen Feng just now, in the process of suffering the blow of the dense flowing wind fist, did not use any spiritual power to defend at all, and completely relied on his body to resist the fist blow!"

"Can't break the defense!"

Finding that Chen Feng's body was scraped out of the dense fist power arc converged, as if it had been absorbed by the flesh, except for the slight fist force scratches on the side of his face, even the robe on his body was not damaged, and the female disciple of Wu Jifeng's face was already extremely frightened. (To be continued.) For mobile phone users, please go to read. )