Wang Jixuan heard a sense of powerlessness and unconcealable anger amid Xiaosang's shouts.

He thought for a moment.

In fact, he had a way to help Xiaosang get out of the current predicament, but this method was more harmful to Xiaosang than to be captured and refined into a sword spirit.

Daozheng Wang sighed slightly in his heart and began to observe the changes in expressions of several major masters in the field.

Jiuling Sword Zun Jianjiu frowned and stared at the direction where Xiaosang appeared, as if he was a little surprised.

The woman standing on the Huofeng just glanced at Xiaosang, and her expression did not change at all. She obviously didn't care about the wishes of the Spirit of the Divine Wood itself.

The gun fairy Luo Tianjin, who did not wear inner collars and only wore chain mail, curled his eyebrows, sighed softly, and said nothing more.

Huang Langyu, the deputy palace master of the Yu Shen Palace, frowned tightly at Xiaosang, his eyes a little complicated.

Master Zhihui glanced at Xiaosang with a squint eyes and said calmly: "When can the treasure be decided by itself? The Lord of the Yellow Palace, the Spirit of the Divine Wood seems to be extremely resistant to you. Stripping her from the Divine Wood is beneficial to the Yushen Palace and harmless, and it can also prevent the swords and weapons of the four immortal palaces from facing each other today."

Huang Langyu shook his head slowly: "This is a bad word. If you don't have any fellow Taoists, my Yu Shen Palace can introduce the spirit of the divine wood into the cycle of reincarnation and practice in reincarnation. The Yu Shen Palace can have one more general!"

“Reincarnation and practice?”

Luo Tianjin laughed:

"Do you also want to learn from those hairless phoenixes, reincarnate as our human race to practice, and then lick your old face and say that the human race is just like this?

"If this spirit of the divine wood falls into the hands of your Yu Shen Palace, it will probably become a great tonic for those old people! You will also be reincarnated and practice!"

Huang Langyu said angrily: "Luo Tianjin, you are really a bastard! How could my Yu Shen Palace do this to Shenmu!"

Luo Tianjin retorted: "You have done less like this? In ancient times, you lacked great virtues. You have drawn the origin of the divine wood to practice the Great Ridge Heavenly Burning Sutra, and this divine wood was almost sucked dry by you."

The Nine Spirit Sword Master also said: "This should be true."

Huang Langyu said coldly: "Since this is the case, then fellow Taoist Zhihui doesn't have to mediate from it. Let's fight to the end today!"

The body of the Nine Spirit Sword Lord flashed, and a sword light burst out from the sky and the earth instantly.

He actually seized the opportunity of Master Zhihui's double act before he could speak, and the ink-colored fairy sword in his hand slashed forward!

The heaven and earth suddenly turned into ink color, and under the ink color, a stream of water surged, rushing from outside the universe, vast and endless, with boundless power, attacking Huang Langyu and leaving.

Huang Langyu roared angrily, his body suddenly expanded, and his robes were torn to pieces, directly turning into five divine birds, covered with dark yellow and wide feathers.

But his body was still expanding, and the sword light was already rushing in.

The ink-colored heaven and earth were cut into a gap, and there seemed to be a pair of eyes staring inside. The light white crescent-shaped sword light instantly magnified tens of thousands of times, pushing against the divine bird turned into by Huang Langyu with the momentum of a landslide and tsunami.

Huang Langyu's divine bird barely burst out with divine light, but the divine light exploded in an instant!

The body of the divine bird collided with the immortal weapons array of the Feather Palace behind and smashed hard towards the sea, leaving behind a series of golden blood and flying feathers along the way.

The ink color fades away.

The world has returned to normal, and huge water columns have risen on the sea.

The sky was filled with immortal soldiers of the Feather God Palace, which were flying around, looked like a group of bees dancing after being stabbed in a honeycomb.

In this world, the eyes of sentient beings first gathered in the sea water, and then gathered towards the figure standing alone between heaven and earth.

Wang Jixuan is now using a puppet of strange souls, and the puppet's gaze is exactly the same as the gaze of the people around him.

Scorching hot.

Extremely hot.

The style of that sword was imprinted in everyone's minds.

Wang Jixuan is the main practitioner of Qingmu Avenue, and his secondary practice is the sword path. The Qingping sword intent taught by Fairy Linglong had caused him to defeat the strong with weak attacks and fight against him many times.

Just now, Wang Jixuan saw the simplicity of the Great Dao, the peak of the sword, and the endless style of the word "Sword"!

He wanted to learn this sword, and his impulse was extremely urgent.

The Queen of Immortality and the Taoist Master Wang who lost his direction of moving forward finally burned his long-lost fighting spirit at this moment.

He hasn't seen the style of the top of the Great Dao.

One day, he would also hold a long sword and kill the second-grade golden immortal, and then stand proudly from the world like nothing happened, and would also show a squeaky expression of "If you have the ability, send the Daluo Golden Immortal to kill me."

At this moment!

There seemed to be a red sun shining continuously above the sky.

The powerful pressure fell on the Nine Spirit Sword Lord.

The Nine Spirit Sword Master remained motionless, looking up at the Hong Sun above, as if he was about to pass through his sword, but if he looked at his figure carefully, he could find that his Taoist body and the fairy sword were trembling slightly at this moment, obviously he was under trembling.

The light of the red sun suddenly dimmed.

In the sky behind the Nine Spirit Sword Lord, a broken sword was quietly suspended, and there were still bloodstains on the broken sword.

The broken sword did nothing, and no pressure was revealed, but the pressure released by the red sun disappeared instantly.

It is obvious that these are the two masters of the immortal world - Daluo Jinxian, who are confronting each other.

The deputy leader from the Secret Sect didn't even dare to breathe when he said nothing.

Wang Jixuan did not show any fighting spirit at this time, but was comparing the similarities and differences between the two Daluo Jinxian and Bai Gu predecessors.

No one knows what the two Daluo Golden Immortals negotiated;

This moment is longer than half a month for the creatures in a radius of tens of thousands of miles.

Finally, the Red Sun and the Broken Sword disappeared at the same time.

The sea breeze in the sunrise land is gentle, and the sky has returned to blue.

Huang Langyu had already jumped out of the sea and recovered from his human body. At this moment, he was covered in dust and said no more.

If you can't beat it, you can't beat it;

Jiuling Sword Lord Jian Jiu seemed to hear the sound, nodded slightly, put away the ink-colored spirit sword, and stood with his hands on the sea.

Nine Spirit Sword said slowly:

"What did the deputy leader of the secret sect just now say? Young talented people come to snatch the spirit of the divine wood? In this case, our human race will inevitably bully you, the dilapidated people.

"I want this spirit of the divine wood. It's just right to go back and refine it into a sword spirit. I set up a ring here. If anyone wants to seize this spirit, I will take my sword forward. If I can catch it, I will give in."

After saying that, the Nine Spirit Sword Master walked towards the top of the Fusang Divine Tree.

The Yushen Palace, the Fire God Palace, and the Immortals of the Secret Sect dare not stop them.

The Nine Spirit Sword Master looked at Xiao Sang, with a look of love in his eyes and said in a gentle voice: "If you dislike creatures, why not follow me to the sword path."

Xiao Sang didn't say a word, but just clenched his fists tightly, and his figure flashed and disappeared.

The Nine Spirit Sword Lord was not angry either.

He had some ways to remove the complete spirituality of the Fusang Divine Tree, but he was not in a hurry. He had to understand and communicate more with each other, otherwise a sword of rebellion would be a hurt rather than a helping hand to him.

Everyone in the Gun God Palace is like eggplants hit by frost.

Luo Tianjin stretched and muttered, "It's boring, it's boring! Isn't it better for the old guys to hide and watch the show? He insisted on coming out to fight, and he said that during the period of the zombie, the Golden Immortal cannot be easily damaged... Let's see if there is anyone who can catch Xiao Jiu's sword today... It's impossible that there is no one alone."

The Nine Spirit Sword Lord has stood at the top of the divine wood.

He sat cross-legged out of thin air, flicked his fingers, and a ladder condensed in front of him.

There are thirty-three levels of the cloud ladder, and each upper layer has to bear more sword pressure from the Nine Spirit Sword Lord. Only by climbing the Cloud Ladder can you appear in front of the Nine Spirit Sword Lord and be qualified to take a sword.

This also eliminates the intention of some true immortals, and the celestial immortals who want to become famous by relying on this opportunity today.

Wang Jixuan's puppet looked at this scene calmly.

He didn't have the intention to try it out at all. He kept his puppet to bomb the secret sect headquarters, which was so happy.

As for Xiaosang...

I can only let Xiao Huating sing a beautiful song for her.

Suddenly I heard:

"To the secret religion belongs, come to my seat."

Wang Jixuan and the brothers who were not familiar with each other looked at each other, and each lowered his head and flew towards the source of his voice.

There, Master Zhihui carried her left hand behind her back and her right hand in front of her. The moon-white long skirt wrapped her perfect figure. She was obviously of extraordinary temperament and so holy, but she always made people think a lot.

‘It must be that I have practiced some charming skills, charming skills.’

Master Wang thought so.

This is also a big problem.

He clearly remembered that Zhihui had been killed by him, but after 600,000 years, Zhihui became the deputy leader of the Secret Sect and the Great Golden Immortal in the Immortal World.

Behind this, there may be conspiracies related to the way of heaven.

Just by fully investigating Zhihui's growth trajectory, some problems will naturally surface.

...

The identity of the puppet Wang Jixuan is an ordinary celestial immortal from the Secret Sect.
To be continued...