One day and one night, Long Jiaoyang sat in the land of tribulation like a dead person. He was unable to break through to the heavenly level in one go. It was not that the five-turn spiritual gathering pill was insufficient, but the conflict between the two spiritual powers of the right and the demon made him unable to calm down and unable to concentrate on rushing to the level.

For this reason, Long Jiaoyang sat down for a long time and spread all the effects of the Spirit Gathering Pill.

"Wow." Long Jiaoyang exhaled his strength and opened his eyes with his eyebrows frowned.

At this moment, Long Jiaoyang thought of Xuanshe Langjun. The Xuanshe Langjun would let him go because Xuanshe Langjun had a friend who was both a good and a demon.

"The great spiritual power and the great demon spiritual power cannot coexist. When the spiritual power in my body becomes stronger and stronger, such a conflict of spiritual power will become more and more intense. When I finally want to break through to the holy level realm, what will I make a choice? The heart of Tao is the only one and cannot coexist." Long Jiaoyang fell into worries, which is a problem he will inevitably face in the future.

And just thinking about it, Long Jiaoyang felt that the future road was extremely difficult. He, who had never been afraid of the future, felt powerless for the first time.

Bang.

Suddenly, something fell into the water and the stream water a hundred meters away was splashed.

Long Jiaoyang's worries were interrupted by such shock.

"What's wrong with me? Without trying, who can know whether it can succeed? I can't be afraid!" Long Jiaoyang shook his head and threw out the fear in his mind.

Bang, bang, bang...

Suddenly, a few more sounds of falling water sounded. Long Jiaoyang stood up and looked into the direction of the stream. He saw three people falling from a cliff above. One fell outside the stream, and it turned into a splash of flesh and blood and a ball of flesh. The other two fell into the stream, but Long Jiaoyang did not see them escaping from the stream. They were floating on the stream and were dead.

"What happened?" Long Jiaoyang said to himself in amazement.

"The Holy Land of Tianxuan Sword Pool, your behavior will eventually be discovered..." Suddenly, Long Jiaoyang heard a sad and angry cry, and a middle-aged cultivator quickly fell into the stream. But before he could fall into the water, a giant sword locked the world, its murderous aura was amazing, and the cold soul was scared!

Zheng!

The sword stormed the sky, and the giant sword was like a giant dragon snatching a pearl, covering the nine heavens, suppressing all things, slashing towards the roaring middle-aged cultivator.

The sword energy of the giant sword bent and wandered around, carrying the domineering dragon energy, as if it was about to tear apart the void and the earth. When the giant sword flew away, all things that were suppressed in this place moved again, and the middle-aged cultivator who was slashed by it disintegrated in the air and turned into a blood rain in pieces!

"Tianxuan Dragon Sword..." Long Jiaoyang was suppressed before and could not move. When the giant sword flew away, he regained his freedom. He recognized this giant sword, which was the holy magic weapon in the Tianxuan Sword Pool Holy Land and the sword pool altar.

After Long Jiaoyang woke up, he immediately retreated a thousand meters away. The people from the Tianxuan Sword Pool Holy Land set up an ambush here to start a killing spree, and they will definitely send people to see if these people are dead.

Even the Tianxuan Dragon Sword, such a peerless holy-level magic weapon, has been used. The Tianxuan Sword Pool Holy Land must have sent a Saint-level powerhouse. Long Jiaoyang does not want to fall into the hands of the people in the Tianxuan Sword Pool Holy Land.

Long Jiaoyang's decisive retreat was correct. If he was very curious and looked at who was shot down under the cliff, he would not be able to escape. Because the Saint-level powerhouse who activated the Tianxuan Dragon Sword flew down and patrolled within 300 meters nearby, all the living creatures nearby became the souls of his hands.

Originally, this Saint-level powerhouse wanted to expand the scope of sweeping, but because he sensed the direction of the God Emperor City, a Saint-level powerhouse was using his divine thoughts to investigate the situation here, he gave up sweeping and retreated quickly.

"Tianxuan Dragon Sword, I can't even withstand the pressure of such a holy magic weapon. How can I fight against the people of the Tianxuan Sword Pool Holy Land?" Long Jiaoyang, who was walking in the valley thousands of meters away, kept popping up in his mind. The Tianxuan Dragon Sword was full of domineeringness and a sword cut the middle-aged cultivator into blood rain. At this time, Long Jiaoyang truly realized the strength and terror of the Tianxuan Sword Pool Holy Land.

"Fellow Daoist Long Jiaoyang... Help..." Suddenly, a weak voice came from a bush in the valley.

"Who is it?" Long Jiaoyang stared at the bushes vigilantly.

"It's me... Ye Wei..." A thin boy with blood on his face crawled out of the bushes.

"Ye Wei? Why did you make it like this?" Long Jiaoyang carefully identified and found that the young man was really Ye Wei. He hurriedly rushed to Ye Wei and said,

Ye Wei's lips were dry, and the Heavenly Soft Armor on his body was shattered by some magic weapon, and blood was flowing out of the crack in his chest.

"I...we were attacked..." Ye Wei said weakly

"Are you from the Holy Land of Tianxuan Sword Pool?" Long Jiaoyang said sternly

Ye Wei shook his head in pain and said, "I don't know... They all covered their faces, and no one spoke. Once they made a move, they were all holy-level magic weapons. My senior brothers were cut into several pieces one by one... In order to protect me, Master Qianyun was also ruthlessly killed by them... Wuwuwu, fellow Taoist Long Jiaoyang, save me, I can't run."

"Is it the people of the righteous sect, are they joining forces to deal with you?" Long Jiaoyang said in shock.

"No, the person who killed me severely used the magical technique..." Ye Wei shook his head and said in panic, "Fellow Daoist Long Jiaoyang, take me out of here. They will definitely look for me nearby. We can't stay here."

"I'll heal your wounds first." Long Jiaoyang took out the golden sore powder from the Qiankun bag and sprinkled it on the wound on Ye Wei's chest.

Zheng!

When Long Jiaoyang was applying medicine to Ye Wei, a flying sword roared and slashed. The momentum of the holy-level magic weapon was terrifying, dominating the world within a radius of 100 meters!

"Why do you need to heal? You can die quickly, isn't it better?" said the masked man who controlled the flying sword.

Ye Wei closed his eyes in despair. When Long Jiaoyang was oppressed by the holy-level momentum, he couldn't help feeling despair, because he had just seen the scene of the Tianxuan Dragon Sword killing people at the domineering momentum. He was attacked by a holy-level sword, and he felt that his fate must be the same as that middle-aged cultivator.

Long Jiaoyang felt fearful, but his sword intent had a sense of induction. It was integrating into the holy-level sword intent that oppressed the world. When the Haoqi sword intent was successfully integrated, Long Jiaoyang felt that the pressure on his body was weakened and his body could move.

Under the perception of the Haoqi sword intent, Long Jiaoyang discovered that this holy-level flying sword was terrifying, but it was only induced by one hundred percent of its power. Otherwise, Long Jiaoyang's Haoqi sword intent could not be easily integrated into the Saint-level sword intent.

Long Jiaoyang's hand quietly took out an eight-turn golden pill from the Qiankun bag. This was one of the eighteen Power-Picking Mountain and River pills that Long Jiaoyang refined for Zi Shan to the Holy Pill of All Spirits on the night.
Chapter completed!