Infinite true path

Soon after, the three-color flames dissipated in mid-air, and the two powerful second-source earth cultivators who were previously wrapped in flames disappeared.

Seeing this scene, all the monks present were shocked. Moreover, this kind of shock is more penetrating into people's hearts than all the weird shocks when Huan Yin appeared before. Because at this moment, Huan Yin killed two two-source earth cultivators, Tianyang and Tianyin, at the same time with one move. What he showed was no longer some frivolous and weird thing, but real strength.

The surrounding monks looked at Huan Yin with more awe in their eyes, and they also became more aware of the power of the silver-haired Tianzun.

As for Zhang Tao and Liu Jian, their eyes were shining brightly, and there was an uncontrollable excitement on their faces. There were even many people whose eyes were faintly red, and the fighting spirit came out of their bodies. Obviously, Huan Yin's skill in destroying the enemy made them feel bad. They were confident and willing to fight with Huan Yin.

As for the so-called Silver Slaughter Alliance, they were now leaderless, and most of the monks were so frightened that their legs and feet were weak due to Huan Yin's power. Even if it is better, he is still in turmoil. How can he dare to think of stupid things like killing the silver-haired Tianzun to make himself famous?

Huan Yin stood in the air, looking at the other people Tu Yinmeng and others, and said with a murderous voice: "Why, if you don't leave, are you going to take turns asking me for advice?"

When the Tuyinmeng people heard this, they were immediately scared to death. They looked at each other and fled for their lives.

In the face of absolute strength, the so-called provocation, like this Slaughter Silver Alliance, is nothing more than a group of clowns. As long as you're strong enough and can crush a huge team with one person, what's the difficulty? Now Huan Yin, who has been practicing for a hundred years, undoubtedly possesses this kind of transcendent strength.

Turning around, Huan Yin knew that the farce was over and what was to follow was a real fierce battle.

Huan Yin left with his own party. This time, no one dared to follow Huan Yin and others to watch the fun. The people led by Huan Yin were all excited and full of killing intent, and they had become a team as sharp as a sword.

I have to admit that as his strength increases, Huan Yin's leadership qualities begin to become more and more obvious. He can become a qualified leader and the soul of a team. Only with him in the team can we survive and dare to fight and kill. This is something that no one else can do.

Of course, the fact that he can lead such a team also has an obvious benefit, that is, everyone in the team will be in awe of him, obey his orders, and completely focus on him. In this way, the whole team has cohesion and is no longer scattered. In this way, the team's combat effectiveness can be highlighted.

And these are exactly what Huan Yin needs today. Because his opponent is the Eleventh Hall, and the Tenth Hall hiding behind it. Neither of these two existences can be compared to the so-called Tu Yinmeng.

The huge team, led by Huan Yin, went to a large outlying island. When everyone arrived, a total of more than 200 powerful warriors from the Jiufeng clan with five-color feathers on their heads were already waiting for them under the leadership of the Jiufeng clan leader.

It seems that after a hundred years of recuperation, the strength of the Jiufeng clan has been restored to a certain extent. Therefore, they are now able to organize such a large number of powerful monks to avenge their previous generation of saints!

Without much conversation, after Huan Yin accepted the warriors of the Jiufeng clan and made his team nearly 1,200 strong, he directly locked on the target mentioned by the fake Sanqi and headed towards Chaos. The magic island has arrived.

Luanmo Island is also the "Island of Justice" in Xue Buping's mouth. It is the place where Xue Buping used to live, and it should also be the location of Xue Buping's demon body.

In Xue Buping's memory, there was no power on Luanmo Island. Because in his opinion, his demon body is the strongest force, enough to intimidate the group of cultivators and dominate the island.

But judging from the news that Huan Yin knows now, Luanmo Island has long been different from what Xue Buping remembered. A force had been born on Luanmo Island many years ago, and the banner of this force was the Eleventh Hall.

The origin of this eleventh palace is mysterious, but it has developed extremely rapidly, and soon it has a crushing power that almost dominates one party. However, it should be due to deliberate concealment, so although the Eleventh Hall is extremely powerful, its name is not resounding. It can even be said to be unknown, and it is surprisingly low-key.

In Huan Yin's opinion, this eleventh palace is undoubtedly the power cultivated by the Wheel-turning King in the sea of ​​cultivating demons. In this way, its rapid development and unusual low-key have a reasonable explanation.

As for the matter of the Eleventh Hall, since it involves Luanmo Island, Huan Yin has naturally discussed it with Xue Buping many times. In addition to the Eleventh Hall itself, Xue Buping's demonic body was also one of the focuses of their discussion.

In fact, Huan Yin already had an almost certain guess as to the whereabouts of Xue Buping's demonic body. But every time he expressed this speculation, he would be strongly opposed by Xue Buping. So over time, Huan Yin became too lazy to say anything. He could tell just by looking at it.

Starting from Da Li Island, everyone flew quickly under the leadership of Huan Yin. It only took about an hour and a half to reach Luanmo Island.

Of course, being able to find this island so smoothly is naturally inseparable from Xue Buping's memories and the various news Huan Yin received before.

The original Chaos Demon Island was just a medium-sized island standing on the sea, and there was nothing special about it. However, since it became the base of the 11th Hall, the surroundings of the island have been shrouded by more and more fog and turbulence.

According to the speculation of many monks who traveled nearby, these fogs and turbulences should not be natural, but created by the monks on the island with magical powers.

The reason for doing so is actually not difficult to guess as long as you know the real master behind the 11th Hall. After all, as the Yama of the 10th Hall, it is a shameful thing for the Wheel King to cultivate power in the Demon Sea. If this kind of thing is known by Ksitigarbha, he will probably die miserably before the Wheel King is fully grown.

Maintaining absolute mystery and low-key, and developing silently, is what the 11th Hall must do now. Therefore, the island of this organization needs to be covered up in various ways to prevent people from knowing too much.

Originally, I thought that the 11th Hall would use the fog and turbulence outside the island to play some tricks and cause some trouble to myself. However, when Huan Yin led a large group of people to approach the Chaos Demon Island, they found that the fog and turbulence that had lasted for hundreds of years had disappeared, and the Chaos Demon Island was actually open to the outside world.

The fog and turbulence dissipated as soon as they said it would, which was enough to prove that the fog and turbulence on the Chaos Demon Island were indeed man-made. But for Huan Yin now, it was not important. He just looked at the ordinary rectangular island in the distance and said to the people around him: "The removal of the fog and turbulence shows that the Eleventh Palace knows that it is meaningless to use tricks in today's battle. Their doors are wide open, which means that they have made full preparations. Today's battle is likely to be a fierce battle, and everyone should be careful."

Everyone nodded in agreement, so everyone moved forward again and soon arrived in the sky near the Chaos Demon Island.

"Is this here?" Huan Yin sent a message to Xue Buping.

At this moment, Xue Buping had become a little excited. Hearing Huan Yin's question, he immediately replied: "It's here, my demon body is here, I can feel it!"

Huan Yin smiled secretly and said: "Do you feel it? Then you can summon him back to help me?"

Xue Buping was silent.

Huan Yin stopped talking to Xue Buping. He stopped with everyone, floating quietly above the sky, and looked down.

On the rectangular island, pavilions and towers are everywhere. Although they are far less beautiful than those in the heavens, and not as regular as those in the human world, for hell, these pavilions and towers are enough to be called "extremely gorgeous". In the whole hell, if you want to find such a high-grade building complex, you may only be in the jurisdiction of the Yama Luo in the eighteen layers of hell.

But at this moment, Huan Yin didn't care about the island or the rare buildings on the island. Because now every open space, every pavilion and every tower on the island are full of monks in black clothes. On the waists of these monks, there is also a small white waist card with the word "Eleven" written on it.

Looking from a high place, the island below was almost filled with densely packed monks, the number was probably no less than 3,000. Although there were many low-level monks, there were also many high-level monks. The most important thing was that they all had fierce killing intent in their eyes at this moment. Although this killing intent came from different people, they actually had the same intention. This was enough to show that the 11th Palace was very well organized. In terms of fighting and killing, it could be like a real iron-blooded army, with orders and prohibitions. In this way, their combined fighting power would become extremely terrifying.

"I came here today to avenge my friend's old grudge. Wherever the gods pass, no grass will be left!" Looking at the 11th Palace below, which was obviously ready for a war, Huan Yin's fighting spirit also surged wildly, competing against each other. At the same time, his voice was like the cold wind of the Nine Netherworld, blowing downwards!