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There is a Golden Snake Island five hundred miles east of Jinlong Island. Golden Snake Island is a frontier position of the demon clan, where the three clans of the demon clan, the sea clan and the barbarian gather.

There is a somewhat dilapidated city on the island, with three big golden characters "Destroying Immortal City" written on the plaque.

After the demon clan took this place, they simply repaired it and directly used the Golden Snake Island as a stronghold. Wuyue, the leader of the Wufeng clan, was the leader.

Inside the Immortal Destruction Hall, Wuyue was holding a meeting. Six men and two women were sitting on either side, with different expressions.

"Tomorrow is the day of the big fight, who wants to fight?"

Wu Yue's gaze swept over the eight people present, her expression indifferent.

The demon clan, the sea clan and the barbarian clan were able to cooperate sincerely in the early stage. After winning the five sea areas, their internal disputes continued. Everyone believed that they had a great contribution, and everyone wanted to share more territory. In order to fight for property with the barbarians, the matter became a lot of noise, and later was forcibly suppressed by the high-level officials. Wuyue is the leader.

"The last time our sea clan fought, this time it's the barbarian's turn!"

A man in a blue shirt with some blue scales on his face said with a frown, his tone a little unkind.

A burly man with a shirtless shirt and a yellow tiger skin around his waist snorted softly, and said with a cold face: "Our barbarians only have two Nascent Souls, and your sea clan has four, so why should you send people to fight? When it's good, you have asked for a lot of benefits because of the large number of Nascent Soul Stages. Now that you are going to fight, you should be a tortoise? Don't be afraid of being laughed at when it spreads."

"We have contributed a lot, so naturally we should get more territory. How many people did your barbarians send to fight? How many people did our sea tribe send? If you don't fight, we won't fight either. Whoever likes to go will go." The man in the blue shirt.

Wu Yue's eyes are indifferent. To be honest, she is happy to see this. They have won five sea areas. They are very satisfied. The dog will jump over the wall when they are in a hurry. The demon clan does not want to continue to attack. In order to compete for interests, there is already a gap, and if they continue to attack, they will lose. In the battle of extermination and genocide, the Central Plains Cultivation Realm and the Northern Xinjiang Cultivation Realm will definitely support, and the three clans of the Yaozu will suffer.

The reason why they continue to fight against the human race is mainly to hand over the territory that they do not want to get, and also to dampen the morale of the demon race. In addition, the situation does not allow them to retreat. The five sea areas are not small. The demon tribe took two sea areas. The sea clan and barbarian clan divide the remaining three sea areas equally.

They were vaguely surrounded by the human race, and once they retreated, it might lead to a major rout.

"Fairy Wu, you are the leader, you should be fair."

Wu Yue smiled lightly and said: "The sea clan sent three Nascent Souls last time, this time there is no need to fight, fellow Daoist Tu, this time, let our demon clan fight with you! Exactly five Nascent Souls. It's just a period of learning, and after playing so many times, there are very few cases of falling."

"Fairy Wu is right. If you don't want to fight, you can hand over the land you have obtained and let us accept it. We can fight."

The man in the blue shirt sneered. Some proudly looked at the burly man.

The burly man snorted softly and said nothing.

Wu Yue looked at a girl in a silver skirt with a picturesque face, and instructed, "Yao'er, you will lead the team this time. If you lose, we will support you."

The eyes of the girl in the silver skirt are golden. She is from the Wufeng family. She is a mutant spirit bird with golden eyes, Leifeng, who is good at wind and thunder attribute supernatural powers.

"Yes, ancestor, grandson knows how to do it."

Wu Yao'er smiled sweetly and agreed.

In the Eastern Wilderness, the Baizong Mountains, a giant city stands in the depths of the Baizong Mountains.

People come and go in the giant city, which is very lively.

Liu Mei'er was standing outside a three-story cyan attic, looking anxious.

Two handsome men stood beside Liu Mei'er, their faces were full of ingratiating expressions.

"Liu Xianzi, I think Wang Daoyou hasn't left the customs yet, why don't you wait for him, I'll take you around, the Central Plains Xiu Xianjie has supported us and brought a lot of good things, let's go and have a look. !"

"Yes! Daoyou Wang still doesn't know when he will come out. Don't wait for him."

Liu Mei'er is the elder sister of Wanhua Palace. She is beautiful, and has an eighth-level cultivation base. She is also a disciple of the Yuan Ying cultivator.

Liu Mei'er glared at them and said with a cold face, "Are you teaching me to do things? Brother Qingshan will not leave, I will wait here, you get out of here, don't bother me, my aunt is not interested in ignoring you, think If you want to destroy my relationship with Brother Qingshan, don't even look in the mirror."

The faces of the two of them turned into pig livers, and they turned around and left with embarrassment.

In a guest room on the third floor, Wang Qingshan sat cross-legged on the futon, a sword picture with a corner missing floated in front of him, his eyes fixed on the broken sword picture.

A sound transmission was suspended not far away, and the runes kept flashing.

Wang Qingshan turned a blind eye and stared at the sword map with all his attention.

He frowned, and an astonishing sword intent burst out from his body. Countless cyan sword shadows suddenly emerged, and one cyan sword shadow quickly materialized ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ to form a lifelike cyan sword dragon. With open teeth and claws, he rushed towards the sword map.

Suddenly, the blue light of the sword map burst out, and a large azure glow bloomed, and the blue-colored sword dragon disappeared into the sword map.

The next moment, the sword map suddenly burst open, and a azure light flew out, rushing towards Wang Qingshan like lightning, and the speed was very fast.

Wang Qingshan was startled in his heart, and hurriedly threw out a cyan shield to block it in front of him.

The blue light passed directly through the blue shield and submerged into Wang Qingshan's sea of ​​consciousness.

After a while, Wang Qingshan's expression became excited.

"Feng Jianzhi! It's not actually a sword formation! It's an attacking spirit technique!"

Wang Qingshan said to himself, his expression was very excited.

At first, he thought that this sword picture was about the layout of the sword formation, but when he went deep into the research, he found that it was not a sword formation, and he didn't know what it was. It was also his whim, and he didn't expect to get an attacking spirit technique because of it.

The wind sword finger is different from the ordinary sword finger. This technique ignores most of the defensive spiritual shields, and shield-type magic weapons can resist. The more sword energy, the greater the power of the wind sword finger.

"I don't know where Huang Fugui got the sword map, but it actually hides an attacking magic, or a sword-like magic."

Wang Qingshan originally doubted what Huang Fugui said, but now it seems that Huang Fugui should not lie. This sword picture may be really something that Yuan Ying cultivator was sitting in the cave. I don't know if Huang Fugui has other things that are beneficial to sword cultivators.