"Fellow Daoist Xuanyuan, wait for me!"

In the Nanxuan Army, Ying Ronger exclaimed and pinched the magic formula in her hand.

A spiritual beast with the head of a deer and the body of a bird appeared out of thin air. It carried Ying Ronger on its back, spread its wings, and roared into the sky!

According to Xiao Kunlun's original plan, Xuanyuan Potian and Ying Ronger would join forces to suppress the Space Consciousness Realm. Unexpectedly, Xuanyuan Potian and Mo Taisui got into a fight and entered the Dao Realm alone without waiting for Ying Ronger.

She was worried about Xuanyuan Potian, and immediately summoned her natal spirit beast, which also flew into the golden realm.

"Xuanyuan Potian is too impulsive!" Li Yuxian shook his head, with a bit of dissatisfaction in his eyes.

Xiao Kunlun smiled slightly: "It doesn't matter, that golden Dao Realm is the Space Consciousness Realm. Xuanyuan Potian looks impulsive, but in fact he is careful. Fellow Taoists, you don't need to worry about him and just act according to the plan."

Just as he was talking, five more people rose into the air from the gate of Tiangong City.

These five people all have saint cultivation. From left to right, they are Demon Saint He Canglan, Tianhe City Lord Han Qianshan, Qixing City Lord Feng Bohou, Liangyi City Lord Qiao Tianfeng, and his Taoist companion Shen Qiushui.

The moment they saw Shen Qiushui, the faces of everyone in Nanxuan could not help but change slightly.

I remember that when Xuanyuan fought for treasures, she was still at the peak of the sub-sage. Although she was only one step away from the saint, this step was comparable to the chasm of the sky. How many people hated it and died in depression!

Unexpectedly, after more than two hundred years, Shen Qiushui would take the last step quietly!

However, looking at her breath rising and falling, sometimes high and sometimes low, it seems that this holy realm is not stable.

"How stupid you are! The so-called saints are all ants. What does the life and death of the ants have to do with you? The city lord has great power and acts in accordance with the heavens, but you want to block it. Isn't this a mantis trying to do something?"

Han Qianshan's magic power is powerful and his voice is like a loud bell, shocking people's soul.

"Huichen! When you came across the sea, you had some friendship with me. I would like to advise you not to act against nature and return as soon as possible! I can also plead with Emperor Burying Heaven to save you from death, otherwise no one can save you.

you!"

"Huichen" is the Buddhist name of Nu Monk. When he crossed the sea to the south, he met Han Qianshan. The two of them were in love and they once sat down to talk about Taoism.

"Amitabha!"

The angry monk clasped his hands together and said calmly: "The matter has come to this, why do you need to say more words? The poor monk has been involved in this battle between heaven and man, and is bound to fight for a glimmer of life for the hundreds of millions of people in the Antarctic Immortal Continent."

"Hmph, it's hard to persuade a damn ghost with good words! Since you are so stubborn, I won't say more." Han Qianshan said coldly.

On Nanxuan's side, six saints, Xiao Kunlun, Li Yuxian, Weiwen Xiang, Wu Nian, Zhong Li Canye, and Lu Wuhuan, also rose into the sky.

Zhongli Canye's face was gloomy, his eyes fixed on the white-haired old man beside Han Qianshan, and he suddenly shouted:

"Bohou Feng! Do you still remember me?"

"It turns out to be fellow Taoist Zhongli. We haven't seen each other for many years, and it's really gratifying that he still has the same style!" The white-haired old man chuckled.

"Bah!"

Zhongli Canye yelled angrily: "Who is your Taoist friend! If you hadn't set up a trap back then, how could I have fallen into the hands of the Buried Emperor and suffered endless torture in the ghost prison!"

Feng Bohou laughed: "You were obviously careless, how could you blame me?"

"Stop making excuses, I will kill you today!" Zhongli Canye's murderous intent boiled to the extreme.

"Want to kill me? Come and try!"

Feng Bohou laughed loudly, urged the escape light, turned around and entered a silver Dao realm.

Xiao Kunlun saw it from a distance and said: "This is the Star Realm. Fellow Taoists can go there."

Before he finished speaking, Zhongli Canye turned into a ray of light, soared upward into the sky, and followed Feng Bohou into the star realm.

"It seems that all fellow Taoists have made up their minds to strike with an egg against a stone!" The Demon Saint narrowed his eyes slightly, and the huge demonic aura radiated out, almost condensing into substance.

Xiao Kunlun smiled and said: "He Canglan, you are a monk of the demon clan, but you participate in the struggle between heaven and man, and you are not afraid of eternal disaster?"

"Why bother arguing with them? Just see the real chapter in your hand!"

Li Yuxian looked indifferent, but behind him there were thousands of white lights, which contained countless mysterious laws and were unpredictable!

Demon Saint saw it from a distance, narrowed his eyes slightly, and sneered: "Okay, I haven't had enough fun in the last battle at Fallen Immortal Ridge, so I'm here again today to learn about the mystery of the 'Tao Foundation of Ten Thousand Tribulations'!"

After saying that, he pointed with his hand, and a nine-headed wild lion appeared in front of him, carried him on his back, and headed towards a green realm.

"Tsk tsk, Nanxuan Qun has built a big formation! I am just a weak woman, my husband must protect her."

Shen Qiu Shui spoke very pitifully, but his eyes were like autumn water, with ripples of light.

Except for the saint, all the Nanxuan monks present felt that she was looking at him. In an instant, the ice and snow on the Piaomiao Mountain seemed to have melted, and there were no more conflicts in the world, leaving only this pair of seductive eyes.

"Humph, heretics, even if they become saints, they are not saints!"

Suddenly I heard a cold snort, and Xiao Kunlun's voice came from far away.

The ice and snow on Piaomiao Mountain reappeared, the spring light disappeared, and everyone woke up from the trance, only to find that the clothes behind them were soaked with cold sweat!

"Tsk!"

Shen Qiushui raised his eyebrows slightly, half-smiling but not smiling: "Fellow Daoist Xiao, you are so boring!"

Qiao Tianfeng said coldly: "Xiao Kunlun's reputation is overblown. In my opinion, "The Book of Mountains and Seas" is just mediocre. He has the ability to fight with my wife!"

After saying that, the two stood up hand in hand, turned into two entangled rays of light, and entered the red realm together.

Only Han Qianshan was left, and without saying much, he entered the final blue realm.

Xiao Kunlun's expression remained unchanged, he glanced at Tiangong City in the distance, and sent a message to several others: "It seems that Beiming will use these Six Saints to defend the formation, leaving only Poison Saint and Soul Saint to defend the city, and my previous

The guess is that there is not much difference, so we should proceed according to the plan. After the city is broken, the troops will be divided into three groups, and the three Taoist friends Gui Wuya, Feng Wu, and Nu Monk will go to snatch the Vajra Buddha bones!"

"Don't worry, we will do our best!"

"good!"

Xiao Kunlun nodded slightly, and he and Wu Nian performed a spell at the same time, entering the red realm.

Li Yuxian and Wei Wenxiang looked at each other and smiled: "Old friends, we have to join forces to kill the enemy again."

"Hahaha!"

The two of them soared into the sky at the same time and entered the blue realm.

Lu Wuhuan was left, turned around, appeared in front of the last blue realm, and walked in without hesitation.

A great war begins!

These saints are immortal and have at least ten thousand years of cultivation. Some of them have even practiced for more than one hundred thousand years!

If it weren't for the war between the north and the south, if it wasn't for the struggle between heaven and man, they would probably rarely take action in thousands of years.

But in the face of this catastrophe, the saints cannot stay out of it. They must kill to stop the killing. The winner can continue to live freely, while the loser will eventually turn into ashes.

On the gate of Tiangong City, two saints, poison and soul, stand side by side.

Behind them was the mighty Beiming army, with Dan Yangsheng, Ling Xiao, Mu Xingcai and other Yasheng masters standing at the front of the crowd.

Soul Saint's whole body was shrouded in black mist, with only a pale, strange face exposed.

His eyes looked a little worried, and he whispered: "Old Du, Nanxuan is coming fiercely. From what you can see, can the five directions of the Dao Domain set up by the city lord be defended?"

“It’s hard to say”

Poisonous Dove's eyes were wandering, looking a little absent-minded.

After a moment of silence, he seemed to come back to his senses and said leisurely: "The magic power of Xiao Kunlun, Li Yuxian, and Xuanyuan Potian cannot be underestimated. We must not forcefully use the 'drag' formula now. As long as we drag it until

Once the city lord comes out of seclusion, we will win this battle."

After hearing this, Soul Saint nodded slightly and asked: "How many days does Mr. Du think the city lord will need to retreat?"

"It's almost here. I estimate that it will take no more than five days at most. As long as we survive these five days, the war between the North and the South will be over."

Soul Saint perked up after hearing this and said with a smile: "It's only been five days. It's not difficult to hold on. Although Nanxuan's troops are strong, if you want to attack the city, it won't be done in a day or two."

“I hope so”

Poisonous Dove narrowed his eyes slightly, noncommittal.

Outside Tiangong City, eight of the eleven Nanxuan Saints have left, and there are still three Gui Wuya, Feng Wu, and Huichen left.

"They have entered the Five Directions Dao Realm, and I believe it won't take long to suppress the power of the Dao Realm. We don't want to sit back and watch, why not take this opportunity to join forces to attack the city. As long as the power of the Dao Realm is even slightly loose, we will have a chance to break the barrier.

!" Gui Wuya said secretly.

After hearing this, Feng Wu and Huichen had no objection.

"Do it!"

With a low shout, Gui Wuya took the lead and rushed into the air.

I saw him waving his sleeves, and seven whirlpools of different colors appeared behind him. These whirlpools rotated rapidly, shooting bright rays of light from them, as if seven sharp swords were piercing the wall of Tiangong City at the same time!

On the other side, Feng Wu's long hair was flying, and she was playing with her five fingers. She didn't need any instruments, and she naturally produced mysterious music.

This rhythm swept through every peak and every valley in Piaomiao Mountain. The heaven and earth were shaken by it, and an invisible and traceless force emerged, rushing towards Tiangong City like a tidal wave of the sea!

As for Huichen, he punched mediocrely.

The golden fist shadow is thick and edgeless, and its aura is restrained. Although it is not as mysterious as the spells of the other two, it contains the boundless power of Buddhism and cannot be underestimated.

The three saints of Nanxuan took action at the same time, how powerful was the momentum?
To be continued...