The Demon Lord has too many aliases

The Great Elder of the Canghai Sword Sect drew his sword, and the sword light surged like the vast sea.

Yan Weilou was not in a hurry, and his expression was calm.

"Why don't you take action now?" As soon as he finished speaking, Pei Buming and the other three had already taken action and directly stopped Qingxuan Zhenren and the Great Elder of the Canghai Sword Sect.

This action made the others shudder.

"You, you..." Looking at the three celestial saints from the three dynasties, the two who were stopped by them showed surprise, "Are the three dynasties also going to intervene in the dispute between the rivers and lakes? You actually chose to cooperate with the devil?" "Who defines the righteous way and the devil?" Over there, Yan Weilou couldn't help laughing, as if he had already won, "Why not cooperate with the devil? At least the devil knows the identity and only cares about interests.

Unlike Xuantian Peak, who is high above, thinks he dominates the people, is above the dynasty, and wants to hold the righteous name!" "——Do you really think that the dynasty can tolerate it?" Hearing him say this, everyone looked at him in disbelief.

Pei Buming, the national teacher of Dayong, was dressed in cloth, with white hair, and a kind of compassion in his eyes.

He held a scroll in his hand, and runes flew out to form a formation, trapping the two in the middle, and the aura around him was extremely powerful.

Princess Dongli and the cultivators of Beimo Worship Hall beside him were all focused on stopping the enemy, and no one spoke out to refute.

It can be seen that they also tacitly agreed with Yan Weilou's words.

Three against two here, the situation is relatively balanced.

Three against one over there, Xu Yuan is already shaky, with serious injuries, drops of crystal-clear blood like mercury falling in the air, dyeing his clothes red, and his face is extremely pale.

As the leader of this battle, Yan Weilou is now like a big villain. While constantly drawing his sword, he provoked with words: "Master Qingxuan, Elder Yue, my goal is only to destroy Xuantian Peak, why do you have to get involved? The Supreme Taoist Sect is free and unrestrained, and it has nothing to do with me; as for Elder Yue, I have a long-standing friendship with Young Master Lu of your sect, and I know that your sect's two sects are not in harmony. If there is a dispute between the two sects in the future, I am willing to lend a helping hand to help you eradicate the rebellious people..." His voice was clear and echoed slowly between heaven and earth, and in a few words, he almost described an extremely beautiful future.

In this future, without the lofty Xuantian Peak, the demons will walk the world openly and establish sects. At the same time, they will also restrict their disciples and set rules. Once the rules are violated, such as massacring mortals, they will be punished.

It sounds good, but others don't believe it.

They only know that if it is true, the difference between the righteous and the evil will be reversed.

By then, this demon lord will be glorious and powerful, and perhaps they will become the evil demons that everyone wants to kill in the mouths of the other party! ——Therefore, Xuantian Peak, as a benchmark for the righteous, must not be destroyed.

Qianqiu Sword Master must not die! In the past, there were many righteous sects that were tired of Xuantian Peak's lofty style, but until now, they realized the importance of Xuantian Peak and the importance of Qianqiu Sword Master's life.

But it was too late.

The sky was filled with clouds and mist, and the entire battlefield seemed to be divided into several areas. Here the warm wind was gentle, there the rain was like a waterfall; in the west the night was like a curtain, the stars and the moon shone together, in the east the sun was hanging in the sky, the flames were like fire... the auras of several heavenly saints intertwined, shaking the heavens and the earth.

Others could not intervene at all, and even if they got close, the aftermath of the turbulence would endanger their lives.

The disciples of Xuantian Peak, and other righteous people who came to watch the ceremony, in fact, these people could only watch Xu Yuan fight bloody battles in despair and sadness, the sword light crisscrossed the sky and the earth, and the breath became weaker and weaker... blood was spilled all over the long .

Finally, a blade of light cut through the sword net, and the cold blade slashed straight to his forehead, like a mountain and a sea.

But Xu Yuan was already dying, and had no power to resist.

"Holy Lord——" The eyes of the disciples of Xuantian Peak were grief-stricken.

At this moment, the void fluctuated, and a jade ruyi was smashed out in time, causing the blade to shift an inch. A figure suddenly appeared beside Xu Yuan, and took him away from the siege of three people.

It landed beside the two Qingxuan Zhenren.

This was a man sitting in a wheelchair. He was handsome and quite heroic, but he was wrapped in a dark scholar's suit. His face, which should have been full of vigor, showed a faint weakness. There was a dark chain-like mark on his eyelids, showing a faint mystery.

Such a special appearance and appearance made some people immediately think of a person-the Pavilion Master of Zhitian Pavilion! "Mr. Mo..." Xu Yuan called out in surprise. He looked weak and thin, his face was almost transparent, and he barely stood there, constantly absorbing the spiritual energy between heaven and earth to restore himself.

The Pavilion Master of Zhitian Pavilion was not surprised that he could call out his own name. After all, he inherited the position of the Holy Lord of Xuantian Peak, and some Jianghu secrets were normal.

Moreover, many people already know his name.

He nodded slightly and said softly: "Please open the Great God-Forbidden Formation, and I will stop these people."

The so-called Great God-Forbidden Formation is a divine formation of Xuantian Peak, and it is also the foundation, but it requires at least eight grandmasters or a celestial saint to open it.

Once this formation is activated, the spiritual energy within the range of Xuantian Peak will be drained, and the power of heaven and earth will be further imprisoned.

It is equivalent to suppressing and weakening everyone.

In this way, a large number of disciples and elders of Xuantian Peak can gain an advantage by virtue of their numbers.

Although the impact on the heavenly level was much smaller, it would not be so easy for Yan Weilou and others to kill Xu Yuan.

In fact, the previous surprise attack was the best time to deal with Xu Yuan.

Now that Xu Yuan was rescued, even if he couldn't beat them, wouldn't it be easy to escape? Xu Yuan responded and began to communicate the formation silently.

Du Jiuyou, Jiang Xuan, and Yan Weilou, who was the last to hold the line, had already killed them, but were blocked by the master of Zhitian Pavilion sitting in a wheelchair.

At this moment, the master of Zhitian Pavilion changed his face.

Behind him, Xu Yuan, who should have been weak and had only a little spiritual power to activate the formation, had already drawn his sword at some point.

The Qianqiu Sword was murderous and stabbed directly at his left rib.

At the same time, the two heavenly people who were originally fighting each other, Pei Buming and his three people, and Qingxuan Zhenren and his two people, all stopped at the same time and attacked this side together.

A total of nine heavenly people, killing the master of Zhitian Pavilion together! Sword light, knife light, fist shadow, palm wind, overwhelming book pages, brilliant and boundless seals... The surging killing moves directly blasted the place where the Pavilion Master of Zhitian Pavilion was, and the sky seemed to be torn open with a huge hole. The aftermath of the waves has not disappeared, and the distant mountains have been razed to the ground.

Boom boom boom boom! Facing the joint attack of the nine heavenly beings, even the Pavilion Master of Zhitian Pavilion did not react. He was directly blasted to pieces, and his breath suddenly dropped, and he was about to die.

The wheelchair under him had already turned into powder, and his body fell down incompletely, and blood splashed out.

This shocking change in a short moment made others look confused, including Du Jiuyou who also participated in the attack. He always thought that the target today was Xu Yuan, so he attacked the Pavilion Master of Zhitian Pavilion who rescued Xu Yuan and blocked the way. Who would have thought that several groups of people who were clearly enemies and friends before would actually attack the same person together? Their fight with Xu Yuan was not fake, they were all real swords and guns.

Du Jiuyou could also see Xu Yuan's injuries, which were absolutely true, and were completely serious injuries.

Could it be that the Holy Lord of Xuantian Peak was not worried that Yan Weilou would turn his fake play into reality and kill him directly? Du Jiuyou's feelings were so complicated that it was difficult to express in words.

It can be roughly summarized as: Everyone is acting, and I am the only one who is serious???