On Tongtian Peak, the originally solemn and solemn Yuqing Hall is now flying magic weapons, with strange lights surging and loud banging... Read the latest and most complete novels

Mo Wen stood aside, the mirror on his head emitted a faint halo, protecting him and the people of Dazhu Peak behind him. At the same time, the soul-devouring emitted a blue black light and kept flying in the air. Every time he collided, a man from the Demon Sect exclaimed and was shot down from the air. The power and momentum were not inferior to the heads in the center of the hall, and the magic weapon of Tian Ling'er and others behind him, and guarded a corner of the hall as solid as a corner.

Amber and Zhu Ling flew up, and a demon disciple was entangled in the magic weapon. The next moment, the soul-devouring came across the sky, smashing the other party's head with a stick. They cooperated with each other and killed another demon disciple. Tian Ling'er looked at the figure blocking her, and felt that the safest place in this world was here. No matter how surging the magic weapon outside, she could not do anything to him.

But she didn't see it. Standing in front of her, Mo Wen's mouth inexplicably showed a smile.

If you carefully observe the corpses of the demons who died around them, outsiders will be surprised to find that they were all from the Changshengtang and the Hehuan Sect. No one of the Ghost King Sect and the Wandu Sect took action in this direction. And if you pay attention to the battlefield carefully, you will find that although the people of the Demon Sect are fighting hard to attack, the Ghost King Sect and the Wandu Sect have left a little energy, as if they are waiting for something, and the location is slightly closer to the periphery.

But even so, the strength of the Demon Cult is far above the right path, and dozens of good players gathered in the hall, suppressing the first seats to breathe.

Then there was a loud bang, but the Yuqing Palace, which was reinforced by countless immortal Taoist laws, could not help but have nearly dozens of Taoist practitioners fighting here. They collapsed in a burst of light.

"Walk!"

Mo Wenyi pulled Tian Ling'er's little hand and led everyone from Dazhu Peak to rush out.

Outside the Yuqing Hall, in the Cloud Sea Square, there were light shining everywhere in the sky, dozens of battle groups flashing in the sky, and sharp lights shining, and from time to time, like meteors! The Qingyun Mountain seemed to be submerged in the light of countless brilliant magic weapons.

"Ah!" Suddenly, Tian Ling'er exclaimed, pointing to a battlefield in the air and shouting. "Uncle Tianyun!"

Mo Wen looked up and saw that in the midst of a melee, Taoist Tianyun of Luoxia Peak was attacked by someone, and five or six streams of light hit him, smashing it into a ball of meat sauce.

Since the war started, the first master of Qingyun Sect was killed for the first time.

The situation then became increasingly bad for Qingyun Sect. Although more than a dozen white-haired elders took action together and endless sword lights were scattered in the air, they still could not resist the many people of the Demon Sect, especially the Poison God, Ghost King and other masters. All of them could fight against each other. Except for Tian Buyi, the first one of the Qingyun Sect, could not resist by themselves. Seeing that the defense circle was getting smaller and smaller, it was about to lose.

But at this moment, a roar suddenly came from a green pool in front of the hall, and the sound was like thunder. A figure jumped out from a huge vortex.

More than five feet tall, the dragon head and lion body, and the scales are all over the Qingyunmen Mountain-Shenzhen Spiritual Beast Water Kirin was alarmed by the battle outside and woke up from the deep sleep.

Looking at the members of the Demon Cult who were raging and killing in the square, a trace of anger flashed humanely in the huge eyes of Shui Qilin.

He raised his head and roared, and dozens of thick water columns mixed with countless resentful spirits attacked the Demon Cult. With just one encounter, seven or eight of the Demon Cult were knocked to pieces and slashed from the sky with screams. Then the resentful spirits also flew all over the sky, causing the Demon Cult to be in a hurry.

Suddenly, on the battlefield in the sky, several masters flew down at the command of the four major sect masters, holding magic weapons to fight against the water Qilin.

But the water qilin was invincible. The water column turned into a ball of light to protect it, and then rushed forward with a fierce look.

The magic weapon of the master of the Demon Sect hit it as if it was hitting cotton, and it was not under any force. However, the water Qilin roared and hit a master of the Demon Sect. Then he stepped heavily, stomping it to his sternum. It seemed that it was no longer alive, and everyone in the Demon Sect was shocked.

"Bold beast!"

But as he heard an angry shout from the air, the battlefield where the fiercest battle occurred, two figures flew down again, an old man with white hair and a young woman, but the Poison God of the Wanpo Sect and the Sanmiao Lady of the Hehuan Sect flew down.

Fairy Sanmiao raised her hand and called out a wisp of soft white silk, which was hard to see at her eyes. It was like an invisible net that blocked the water column of the water kirin, and could not break through without being able to hit it left and right.

The Poison God easily cut off the oncoming water column with a first-rate light knife in one hand. At the same time, he shook his other hand and took out two small bottles and threw them towards the pool behind the water Qilin. The bottle fell into the pool, and then the pool turned into blue at a speed visible to the naked eye. The red color was clearly divided. One side was extremely cold and the other was extremely hot. Even the people in the air could detect the strangeness in it. After being stained by the pool, the water Qilin immediately let out a huge roar, as if it contained endless pain. Then everyone saw that the originally green scale armor of the water Qilin had turned black, and was obviously poisoned.

Faced with this method, not only did the righteous people look very ugly, but even the people in the Demon Sect changed their colors slightly and floated in the sky. The Ghost King's face was unstable. I didn't know what he thought of, but in the end he smiled and stopped caring about these things. The Yu Yangzi holding the Yin-Yang Glass's face was particularly ugly.

Below, the Poison God smiled with satisfaction when he looked at the results he caused. It was thanks to his precious disciple. The two spirit beasts he left behind were not only of extraordinary qualifications, but could naturally devour various poisons to enhance their own virility, but also one ice and one fire, which was mutually repelled. After being paired together by him, the virility was extremely powerful, and the power was also above the seven-tailed centipede he had worked hard to cultivate for hundreds of years. Thinking of this, the Poison God's gaze

He glanced obscurely in the direction where the Qingyun Sect disciples gathered, and his eyes fell on a handsome and handsome figure in white clothes, with relief in his eyes, but then his brows frowned, but he saw that the disciple he was most proud of was still holding the hand of a female disciple of the Qingyun Sect, tightly linked, and his expression was very intimate. But after a while, he didn't know what he saw, and a smile appeared on the corner of the poisonous god's mouth, and he ignored it.

The situation that had improved slightly because of the appearance of the water kirin land was because the poisonous god land was powerful and turned back. Even Mo Wen gradually felt the pressure increased greatly, and the halo formed by the ** mirror also swayed.

Just as the Qingyun Sect was in danger, the front line might collapse at any time, and at this moment, a low and strange roar suddenly came from the distant sky.

Suddenly, the entire Qingyun Mountains, the giant peak of the sky that had stood for thousands of years, seemed to tremble slightly!

Suddenly, the magic weapon of the fairy sword in everyone's hands was slightly warm and humming, towards the brilliant light! Tongtian Peak towered into the clouds, and the sky that had been clear for thousands of years gradually became dark.

Only that bright light in the sky, like unrestrained heat and electricity, broke free from the shackles, soared above the nine heavens, and rushed towards it.

After hundreds of years, the ancient sword Zhu Xian once again showed his sharpness to the world. (To be continued...)
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