Record of Chaos

　　 The last gap in the cave at the bottom of the mountain disappeared unstoppably. Everything is compacted like rammed earth. Gu Wentian's torso was broken in an instant, but the fragments of his limbs were still indestructible, pressed in the dense thick soil. Under the weight of billions of catties, he could no longer breathe. But his mind remained sober, and he had recovered from the initial shock.

　　 If it were not for the existence of the tree core in his body, he would be dead now. But wood can conquer the soil, and the tree core is not afraid of being buried. Going up to the poor and falling down to the yellow spring, the tree core can absorb earth energy to sustain life, carry his soul, and even restore his body.

　　When he was on the Ao Peak, Mu Fei only took a moment to destroy the entire Ao Peak. The virtual pill monk of the acquired tree body is not too far from it. Even if Guaofeng was pressed on him, he would not die.

　　 "But if I were not the acquired tree, I am indeed dead." Even if he was aloof, he would inevitably feel a little lingering. He suddenly developed a strong interest in the young female disciple of the outer gate who could make formations. Such people either use them for their own use, or cut the roots.

Gu Wentian’s tree core absorbs the earth’s energy while growing roots like a python, looking for various gaps in the soil and gravel under the mountain. Every time a small gap is found, countless tiny roots grow out. , Drill into the gap, and then expand, the crack will continue to expand.

　　 This is a long story, but driven by the Gu Wentian Xu Dan’s true energy, it took only a few breaths of effort, and the sound of crackling rocks like a thunderstorm came from the mountain wall. A root as thick as a finger grew. The body of a male is like a fruit, growing rapidly on it, but after two breaths, it grows seven feet long and is flawless.

　　 Gu Wentian's Taoist robe and all his magic treasures remained underground and disappeared without a trace. But it doesn't matter to him. He is a physical cultivation, and the physical body is his most powerful weapon. His muscles are like gentle undulating hills, like a **** descending to the earth.

　　 His acquired tree body is similar to Lian Ling's Celestial Shu Luolan body. But Lian Ling was pierced by Chen Xuanfang's heart with half a foot of cold, the sea of ​​Qi was damaged, and his cultivation base was severely injured. It was lucky to survive. He was only crushed by his limbs, his vitality was not injured.

　　 Out of the mountain, Gu Wentian looked to the east, and saw a stream of light like a swimming fish clinging to the treetop to the east. It was the man and woman he was chasing, driving the flying magic weapon to the big waterfall at the end of the canyon. His brow furrowed, and the violent wind whistling beneath his feet rolled up his figure, like a meteor, chasing him behind.

　　 At this time, Qian Yan held the sword in his hand tightly, sweating heavily on his head. Part of it was exhaustion, and part of it was a few life-and-death struggles, which made him frightened.

　　 Half a moment ago, approaching the ink lake at the end of the gorge, the first thing he saw was a mighty blue dragon water-absorbing array in which two Xingtang disciples were trapped. Although they avoided the water droplets and would not drown, they were trapped in it and could not move at all. The big water in the lake flooded the gravel beach by the lake.

　　 Of course he didn't have time to rescue these people, he just used light work to pass directly on the cliff and passed this level.

　　 After passing the Ink Lake, what he saw was a red iron wall, which was being burned by a bronze fire cauldron suspended in the air. Under the iron wall, there was a short stocky young man, naked to the top, holding an axe, and hitting the iron wall with one blow. The flames reflected his sweaty body, like a strong man moving a mountain. Every hit caused the phantom iron cage array to shake like an earthquake.

　　 In front of him, another white-clothed boy was sitting cross-legged on the ground, urging the fire tripod with all his strength. Both of them have entered the state of selflessness and have no knowledge of the external situation.

　　 There is also a beautiful and petite woman, holding her head in her hands, lying down in the flames, unable to move, it seems that she has attacked the soul.

　　 Qian Yan raised his mouth and let out a sneer. This is simply a god-given opportunity. These people didn't even defend themselves when they broke the formation. Now he just had to go up and interfere, and the backlash would be enough to cost them their lives.

　　 He is now assisting the judicial envoy in handling the case. Even if these people are killed, there is no need to explain. Although the spirit seed that can condense Xuan Yin Pill is not here, the fire cauldron is the same valuable treasure.

　　 Thinking of this, he drew his sword proudly. Although the Thousand Kinds of Boxes were destroyed, his spirit sword was still there. The sword is black all over, with uneven surface and mottled rust. This sword is called Ironthorn Sword. The Ironthorn Sword was made by fusing the spirit seeds of the iron thorns with his sword. Although it was not as powerful as the Thousand Kinds of Boxes to control thousands of iron thorns at the same time, it should be enough to deal with these outer disciples.

　　 But when he got angry, he felt sticky. True Qi coming out of the body is like sailing against the current, extremely difficult. The iron thread spines on the sword couldn't be triggered. There was some kind of inspiration in these surroundings, which actually prevented him from urging the magic weapon.

　　 Of course this is Huang Lu's masterpiece. She had anticipated that someone would come. Before leaving, she used the large waterfall at the end of the gorge to breathe the spiritual energy of the heavens and the earth, and laid a formation that would weaken the movement of the cultivator's true energy.

　　 Qian Yan snorted coldly. These outer disciples are indeed a little clever, but unfortunately they are overdone. He didn't need to urge the iron thorns at all, even if the sword in his hand was just broken and broken iron, it was enough to kill them.

　　 He lowered the tip of the sword, carried the hilt, and walked straight to the woman who was lying on the ground. He let out a sneer in his mouth, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and the sword in his hand was about to be pierced.

　　 A strong wind came from behind his neck. This made his heart suddenly tighten, and he quickly backhanded his sword to block. He only heard a stab, and the two swords intersected, but the strength was so strong that he couldn't figure out the details of the other party. Immediately after the opponent's sword slid gently on his sword, it had already bypassed the tip of his sword, appeared in front of him strangely, and slashed his neck.

　　 Qian Yan almost lost his soul. Fortunately, he has been in the rivers and lakes of Xuanmen for many years. At this time, under the control of the desire to survive, he unconsciously leaned back, and the cold blade just gently cut off a small piece of skin on the tip of his nose. He immediately stepped to Yufeng and retreated more than ten steps.

　　 This unexpected blow left his heart lingering, and a burning pain came from the tip of his nose. He clutched his nose and looked at a fat woman in a white dress in front of him. But this woman didn't say much, a bright magic sword in her hand danced like clouds and flowing water and killed her.

　　 Behind him is the ink lake, the left and right sides are cliffs, all around are the weird formations of enclosing Zhen Qi out of the body, and in front of him is the sword-wielding woman. Qian Yan had no choice but to fight his life.

　　 Fortunately, although the opponent's sword skills are exquisite, the foundation is far inferior to him. Although he was invincible with swordsmanship, he used the true energy in his body to move lightly, dodge and wait for an opportunity to counterattack, and he won't lose immediately. Moreover, the formation of these four weeks cannot be maintained for a long time, and is gradually weakening.

　　 Murong Qing was also anxious. Although the old man's swordsmanship in front of him was average, he was extremely skilled against the enemy. Whether it is dodge or lure the enemy, make a move. She almost fell into the other's trap several times. Once Huang Lu's formation completely failed and the opponent used the magic weapon and spirit sword's power, she would have no chance at all.

　　 At this moment, a cracking sound suddenly came, followed by a loud noise, and the earth shook, resounding throughout the world!

　　The fantasy iron cage array is like a balloon that is inflated by a brain. As long as a breach can be made, the entire formation will not be able to hold, and it will only explode with a bang.

　　 Fortunately, Dazhen is located in the bones of the dragon, surrounded by mountains. The violent shock wave is absorbed by the mountain wall and will not destroy the building of the Jade Palace. Just shaking the mountain is indispensable.

　　 Song Ruhai and Mu Mu's true energy are almost exhausted. At this time, they were done, their hearts relaxed, and both fell to the ground unconscious.

　　 At this time, Murong Qingzheng and Qian Yan are fighting at the most critical moment.

　　 "This trick must hurt him!" Murong Qing secretly gritted his teeth, smashing Qian Yan's iron thorn sword with a sword, and then piercing the other side's ribs.

　　 Unexpectedly, this time the two swords intersect, but she did not hear the sharp sword sound. Rather, it seemed to be shot on a soft straw rope, without any effort. Her heart tensed, and she quickly drew the sword, but couldn't get it out. The sword in his hand was firmly entangled by the iron thread thorns.

　　 She understands that the phantom iron cage formation has broken, causing a change in the formation of heaven and earth~www.wuxiaspot.com~The formation under Huang Lubu has failed!

　　 "You can go to death." Qian Yan chuckled, the iron thread thorn growing out of the sword in his hand was like a black hand and rolled directly to Murong Qing's neck.

　　 "You are the one who is dying." A woman's voice came from behind him.

　　 Qian Yan turned his head, and just in the direction of Taniguchi, there stood a beautiful shadow of a tall woman with long hair like a waterfall and clothes like wind. I don't know when she will come, where she comes from, or what her cultivation level is. She stood there quietly, without using any true energy, nor any spiritual energy fluctuations.

　　 Qian Yan naturally regarded her as one of these outer disciples. She knows that there are three women in this five courtyard, and he has already seen two of them. So this one must be the third one.

　　Without the formation, he has no pressure to deal with these three foundation female sisters.

　　 "What a big tone!" He glanced disdainfully, and the Ironthorn Sword in his hand had already moved. A line of iron thorns is like a long snake, attacking this woman. But in the next moment, he regretted it.

　　 Suddenly a long whip shining brightly in the woman's hand, and her body moved with indignation, it was surging, and the mountains and rivers changed their colors. Qian Yan felt like a gale, unable to breathe at all.

　　 "Who are you!" He was extremely shocked. With decades of experience in the Jade Palace, he has never seen such a power before. The iron thread spines in his hands had long since wilted, trembling like a beast when he saw the king of beasts.

　　 He hasn't seen the other party's movements yet, the green long whip is like a pair of gentle female hands, gently holding his neck, making him feel extra comfortable, but terrifying.

　　 "Nine Dragons spines?" Qian Yan flashed this thought in his mind, but he couldn't say anything, and even begging for mercy was strangled.