Xuan Chenfeng and Xuan Mufeng are both late stages of the first level of Lingwu, and they can't bear it, but they are shrouded in light shining from the old monster.

Cheng Lingyu pulled Mo Yang to his side, and the terrifying fluctuations released by the pottery jar were isolated in the blink of an eye by the golden light hanging from the scroll.

During the silence, a loud noise came from afar, attracting the attention of the three parties.

Saint Baohua flashed away, holding the pottery jar with one hand, and his back showed a bit of loneliness.

The monster old man gave Cheng Lingyu a white look, turned around and chased him with Xuan Chenfeng and Xuan Mufeng, and surpassed the Saint Baohua in the blink of an eye.

Cheng Lingyu and Mo Yang exchanged a glance, and the two of them said in unison: "Sage..."

Obviously, that weird old man is a saint, nicknamed Yin and Yang Taoist Zun.

"Let's go and have a look."

The formation under Cheng Lingyu's feet flowed, and he flashed with Mo Yang, and appeared on a slope in the blink of an eye.

There are people fighting here, one is Ishibaro and the other is Chiaki Feihua, and they are fighting for a token.

The Thousand-Handed Feihua activates the Four Killing Formation, which is a set of top-grade spiritual weapons, with a very powerful overall power.

Shi Sanro practiced the stubborn stone technique, and now he has entered the first level of spiritual martial arts. His combat power is extremely powerful and he is invulnerable to swords and guns.

In addition to the battle between Qianshou Feihua and Shi Sanro, there were Lian Yunsheng from Zhengyangmen and Gao Dashen of unknown origin, as well as the Saint of Baohua, Yin-Yang Dazun, Xuan Chenfeng and Xuan Mufeng who had just arrived.

"Boy, you are so lucky that you actually came to the Seventh Peak."

When Gao Dashuai saw Cheng Lingyu, he immediately pulled his face down and felt a little unhappy.

Cheng Lingyu smiled and said, "You are not dead yet, of course I want to live."

Gao Dashu snorted: "Be careful to die here."

Cheng Lingyu raised his eyebrows and said, "Why don't you come and send me a ride, how about it?"

The tall man said angrily: "Do you think I dare not?"

Lian Yunsheng instigated: "Don't just talk, go ahead."

Gao Dashua glanced at Yinyang Daozun and Baohua Saint, and sneered: "You're so big, you can go if you have a genitals, I want me to play the striker and dream."

Mo Yang looked at the two fighting and said curiously: "What token are they snatching?"

Lian Yunsheng said: "I heard it was Orchid Order."

Cheng Lingyu was surprised and asked: "How could the Orchid Saint's Orchid appear here?"

Lian Yunsheng smiled dryly and said, "I heard that the orchid saint had come here and left a cave."

Mo Yang exclaimed: "Will the cave left by the saint be passed down by the saint?"

Saint Baohua's eyes moved slightly, and his body instantly appeared in the battlefield. A terrifying wave spread across the four fields, directly popping out Thousand-handed Feihua and Shi Sanlang, both vomiting blood and seriously injured. The orchid order also fell into Saint Baohua's hands.

The faces of Gao Dashang and Lian Yunsheng changed. They originally planned to take the opportunity to grab them, but now there is no hope.

The Yin-Yang Dao Zun did not take action, and he was disdainful of it. After all, he was a saint. If he took action to snatch the orchid order left by the orchid saint, he would be ridiculed.

After snatching the token, Saint Baohua took a few simple glances, then turned around and left.

Gao Dashua flew to Qianshou Feihua and pulled her to chase her.

Lian Yunsheng was not willing to be outdone and followed quietly.

Yin and Yang Taoist Zun looked at Cheng Lingyu coldly, turned around and left.

Cheng Lingyu frowned slightly and said to himself: "Why do saints dislike me?"

Mo Yang said: "Who makes you so evil? You can kill saints in the realm of blood martial arts. This is unprecedented in ancient and modern times."

Cheng Lingyu gave him a blank look, came to Shi Sanlang's side, and found that he was seriously injured.

"Is it okay?"

Cheng Lingyu asked casually, with a kind smile on his lips.

Shi Sanro stood up and smiled bitterly, "I can't die."

Cheng Lingyu said: "Where did you get that orchid order?"

"It's not far away from nearby. When I got it, I was discovered by Qianshou Feihua. Gao Dashu and Lian Yunsheng also chased him."

Mo Yang said: "Take us to see how?"

Shi Sanlang hesitated for a moment, then dragged Cheng Lingyu with his seriously injured body, and Mo Yang rushed to the place where he received the Orchid Order.

It was a rocky valley with some broken bones scattered.

Cheng Lingyu patted Xiao Hei on his shoulder, and saw it flashing out, and he turned around in the rock valley, and a broken feather wrapped around his tail flew back to Cheng Lingyu's shoulder.

Cheng Lingyu took the broken feather and inferred that it should be a feather arrow, but there was no arrow and it was broken.

Mo Yang asked, "What is this?"

Cheng Lingyu said: "The weapon. Let's go, there are no more clues left here."

Shi Sanro said: "You go, I want to find a place to heal my injuries, there will be a period of time later."

Cheng Lingyu nodded slightly, intending to let him go with him, but since he doesn't want to, let's forget it.

The two followed the footsteps of Saint Baohua, walked through the mountains and ridges, and were approaching the central area.

A violent fluctuation came from the distance, originating from the central area, making people tremble.

After climbing over a lonely peak, a huge lake appeared in front of me, with a straight stone peak on the other side, and a huge orchid on the cliff halfway up, releasing an indescribable Taoist rhyme.

Cheng Lingyu came to the lake, looked at Shi Feng on the other side, and pondered: "This seems to be a little too silly. Do you know how good the orchid Saint was in the past?"

Mo Yang hesitated and said, "I really don't know much about this. It's probably the second level of the Saint Martial Arts or the third level of the Saint."

On the other side of the lake, Saint Baohua, Yin-Yang Dazun, Gao Dashen, Lian Yunsheng and others were all there, a distance between them, and they were all staring at the orchid.

Cheng Lingyu looked around and saw a strange fluctuation in his heart, as if he had sensed something, and he suddenly looked up in the air.

At a glance, there was nothing, but after a closer look, Cheng Lingyu's left eye reflected a phantom, and Wanjie Tianyan saw a black shadow hidden in the air.

It was a man in black robe holding a black wooden stick in his left hand and a crow standing on his shoulder. It was the saint in black robe who had suppressed the fifth mountain when the Desert Star Demigod suppressed the fifth mountain.

It seemed that Cheng Lingyu's gaze was sensed. The saint in the black robe in the air suddenly turned around and stared at Cheng Lingyu, revealing a handsome and charming face.

Cheng Lingyu's mind was shocked, and the scroll on his head quickly recovered, suddenly pulled open, and golden lights soared into the sky, releasing the saint's fluctuations.

The saint in black robe flashed away, as if he was unwilling to be noticed, and disappeared directly into the void.

The scroll on Cheng Lingyu's head quickly closed and returned to peace.

On the other side of the lake, Yin and Yang Taoist Master noticed it and looked back at Cheng Lingyu. A hint of doubt appeared in his slightly narrowed eyes.

Cheng Lingyu had no expression on his face, but was shocked.

There are more saints on this seventh mountain than he imagined. In addition to the two saints, Duanhun Cliff and Tongtian Cave, there is now another Yin-Yang Taoist Lord, and an unknown saint. With the pottery jar in the hand of Saint Baohua, there are really too many masters in this place to be a bit unacceptable.

While meditating, the stone peaks on the other side of the lake vibrated violently. The orchid was forcibly crushed by Saint Baohua with the pottery jar in his hand, and the mountain collapsed. A terrifying figure flew out of it. The brutal force overwhelmed the nine heavens and ten earths, and directly shocked Saint Baohua to death.

The Yin-Yang Taoist Lord roared, and his body instantly magnified thousands of times, like a god descending, and the Yin-Yang world appeared behind him, directly swept Xuan Chenfeng and Xuan Mufeng into it to protect him.

A harsh roar tore through the sky, shaking the nearby masters to vomit blood and seriously injured them, and they all were shocked.

"Go away."

Gao Dashu yelled, his body shattered directly in the air, almost dead there.

Thousand-handed Feihua sacrificed the four killing formation and used the power of the top-grade spiritual weapon to protect the body, but was directly shocked into the lake.

Lian Yunsheng bleed in seven holes, his clothes were destroyed, his blood vessels burst, and he fell directly from mid-air.

Saint Baohua's face changed drastically, and the pottery jar in his hand flew into the sky, releasing the most yin and evil aura, sweeping mountains and rivers, imprisoning time and space, which was extremely terrifying.

Cheng Lingyu ejaculated backwards, and blood splattered from his mouth. He was shocked by the sudden terrifying wave and seriously injured the inner palace and his face was pale.

The same is true for Mo Yang. He suffered serious injuries, screamed harshly, and hated him to death. This damn ghost place is so hateful.

The scroll on Cheng Lingyu's head revived, and the gorgeous figure flew out of the painting, standing quietly above Cheng Lingyu, floating like a fairy, staring at the opposite shore of the lake.

There, the pottery jar and the Yin-Yang Taoist Zun stood on the left and right, and a figure stood on three feet. The terrifying qi rolled up layers of clouds, stirring up mountains and rivers, causing the lake on the ground to evaporate instantly, turning into a huge earthen kang, and the life in the lake instantly turned into ashes and turned into nothingness.

A saint with black arrow feathers in his chest looked frenzy and released a storm of killing. The arrow feathers in his chest were black and mysterious, flashing with terrifying spiritual patterns, releasing the power of destruction, suppressing the power of the saint.

This person was the saint who had black arrows in his chest that the four people in Sunset City met on the fourth mountain. Xiling Yue almost died in the hands of the saint that day. Meng Ninghen suddenly appeared and defeated him with the Yuejin Wheel.

Yin-Yang Dao Zun glared at the man and said sternly: "Taiku, you are not dead yet."

The saint with a black arrow in his chest looked cruel and whistled: "It's not that easy to die."

Yin and Yang Dao Zun said sternly: "I'm not dead, I'll give you a ride!"

With a wave of his hand, Tian Cang was trembling, and the order chains in the void were manifested, quickly condensed into a peerless long sword. It was the law of the holy martial arts and had infinite power.

The saint Taiku's eyes opened, and the black arrow feathers on his chest released a peerless murderous aura, suppressing his power, causing his old injury to be healed and his strength was damaged, and he could not exert his peak combat power at all.

A phantom appeared on the pottery jar, nurturing the power of the yin and evil, and shot out black lightning, slashing towards the black arrow feathers on Taiku's chest, forcing Taiku to dodge quickly.

"Holy Infant Evil Child, Yin-Yang Dao Master, remember it for me. When my injury is healed, you will be killed."

Taiku roared. He finally found a suitable place for healing, but who thought he was destroyed by someone. Before his injuries were healed, he was surrounded by two masters. How could he not be angry?

Then it is not easy to deal with either the Holy Infant Evil Child or the Yin-Yang Taoist Lord. If Taiku is seriously injured, one fights two, it is obviously extremely dangerous and has no chance of winning.
Chapter completed!