Within a radius of more than a hundred miles, there were wisps of red light in the sea, waving in the water.

But in a moment, in this sea area, the sea water was blue and red, the water mist evaporated on the sea surface, and the fog was red.

The clouds and mist swell, like auspicious signs.

There was a faint low sound, like a cow's howling.

"Sir Yan Zun..."

In the red light flying from the sky, a voice came out: "My younger generation Yan Xian, with the help of Lord Yan Zun, escaped from heaven, today..."

The red light was extremely thick, with bright and yellow fireworks inside, flowing slowly like magma.

Qingyuan reached out to hold Lu Yushuang's hand, and the ancient mirror hovered on his head. The light of the mirror fell, shaped like a glass, and the white jade ruler had turned into a thunder sword and flew around him.

He secretly condensed his method with his left hand, and he mastered the eight immortal arts, Fire Dragon Path, which had not been released.

And the method of shrinking the ground into inches was already being used under my feet. I just waited for a step to leave here.

But he had already realized that the person in the "magma" in the sky had already placed a ray of energy on him. Once he had escaped, it would inevitably cause this person to take action.

Lu Yushuang also knew the importance of the matter. She frowned and reached out to hold the sword. Her body maintained her original movements and did not dare to move lightly.

Within a radius of hundreds of miles, the red fog is hazy, and the scenes in various directions can no longer be seen clearly.

"The person who comes is not a good person. He has put his energy on you and me. He will take action immediately if there is any movement."

Qingyuan used magic power to tie the voice into a thread and spread it into Lu Yushuang's ears, saying, "Since he has stared at you and me, he must have his ideas. Please make a little preparation, and I will take you away whenever there is any change."

Lu Yushuang nodded slightly imperceptibly.

"Sir Yan Zun..."

The magma outside Yan Xian suddenly faded away, and many red ashes were shaking off from him. It was the fine pieces of the red scales broken. He patted his shoulder lightly, then looked down, and smiled at the corner of his mouth, "Today I have brought the treasure, but I have not escaped. How can I offer this item?"

A roar filled with anger suddenly came from the sea.

"No matter how angry you are, it takes years and months to seep out of the magic power outside the formation and is still exhausted. How can I do anything to me?"

Yan Xian smiled and said, "The ferocious beast is a ferocious beast, and the beast is a beast, it's extremely stupid..."

After saying that, he had an extra porcelain bottle in his hand and threw it into the air, then put it in his arms, with laughter filled with mockery.

A ray of cold light flashed in Lu Yushuang's eyes. She had already noticed that although there was nothing in the porcelain bottle, there was the aura of this Taoist law. Even if it was not a treasure of this sect, the elders of this sect must have given it with mysterious Taoist law.

Could this be the treasure of this sect?

Qingyuan found that Lu Yushuang had a strange expression and his body seemed to be stiffer. He probably knew that Huanhua Pavilion came to the East China Sea for the so-called secret matter, but he didn't know the specific one. He looked up at the young man with a slender figure, a handsome face, and a pale face. From what this man said just now, he could roughly know that there was a person with a profound Taoism in this radius of hundreds of miles, who seemed to be a... ferocious beast?

"Since you cannot send this item to Lord Yan Zun to escape from the trap, then the younger generation will take it away."

After saying that, Yan Xian leaned over to look at Qingyuan and smiled, "But when Lord Yan Zun used to seep magic power on the sea, he always liked to make waves, swallow passing monsters, destroy passing ships, and roll everything into the seabed for meals to relieve boredom and trouble. Today I will give you two physical bodies..."

After saying that, he suddenly took action and a light burst out from his hand.

The hand is vertical and the knife is slashed down with one knife.

This Taoist technique is actually the Ice God Tu Yuan Sword of Shenju Pavilion!

"Walk!"

Qingyuan held Lu Yushuang and took a step forward to welcome the light.

However, after one step, his body disappeared from its original place.

The Ice God Tu Yuan sword suddenly fell down.

A bang blast!

A deep abyss suddenly broke out from the isolated island, which was more than a hundred feet long and several feet wide on both sides, and was not bottom-out. In the darkness below, there were black waves surging. Around the island, waves suddenly rose, and huge waves on the sea surface spreading in all directions.

However, even though this sword is extremely powerful, it will eventually break into the air.

A chill suddenly came from behind Yan Xian, but he was calm and sneered in his heart: "I can see thousands of miles at a glance. Your ability was seen by me as soon as I was fighting with the True Lord of Xian Shen. How could I not know your ability to shrink into an inch?"

He didn't look back, but just swung his backhand.

At the edge of the palm, there was an ice blue edge.

Ice God Tu Yuan Sword!

But this sword is still sharp compared to before.

The previous sword cut through the isolated island was just a false move. This was the Ice God Tu Yuan Sword that he really tried his best to make.

Even if this young man is powerful and has a palm that merges the five elements, his Taoism is too low after all, even the eight dragon-headed fire dragon Taoist technique must be able to match his Ice God Tu Yuan Sword.

However, there was a blazing flame from behind him, and the heat was hard to stop, and the dragon roared.

The blazing flame was far beyond Yan Xian's expectations. When his color suddenly changed, he seemed to be in panic.

...

"Eight Fire Dragon Paths!"

Qingyuan shouted softly, pressed his left hand forward, and before his palm, the ancient mirror suddenly flashed out.

When he fought with the True Lord of Xianshen, he also used eight Fire Dragon Paths, but he only used them himself, but he did not receive the blessing of the ancient mirror.

This comes from a faint premonition in his heart. He has always had some wonderful views, especially about his own life, which must be strong. Therefore, when he fought with the True Lord of Yi Shen, he seemed to have done his best from the beginning, but in fact there was still an ancient mirror that had not been used, but he had left one hand.

No matter any Taoist technique, as long as it is blessed by the ancient mirror, it will surely have great power.

Lu Yushuang saw a line of fire coming out of Qingyuan's left hand and falling into the back of the ancient mirror.

And from the mirror of the ancient mirror, eight dragon heads were poked out.

The head is like a cow, the horns are like a deer, the dragon's whiskers are floating, the eyes are as bright as fireworks, and they roar high, like living creatures.

...

Using his hand as a knife, he cut out the Ice God Tu Yuan Sword.

This sword light is sharp and extraordinary.

So he cut into the center of one of the leading leaders.

However, the remaining seven dragon heads rolled him in it, and opened their mouths and spit out flames.

"Damn..."

Yan Xian suddenly shouted loudly, and there was a faint sense of shrillness in his voice.

Eight fire dragons entangled the man and fell into the sea.

Huge waves suddenly arose in the sea.

There was a roar in the seabed, shaking all directions.

Red light rose on the sea.

Water and fire under the sea are mixed, and frost is faintly spreading.

And in this ever-changing situation, Yan Xian suddenly opened his eyes, revealing his eyes full of coldness, violent killing, and extremely hungry.

Qingyuan suddenly shook.
Chapter completed!