Xian Ao

Fighting, fighting, even an immortal would kill him with the sword. Thousands of people had one thought, and thousands of thoughts gathered together. Suddenly, Jianjiu changed. This change extended to the head of Shiji and down to every member who made up Jianjiu. Not even a disciple can believe it.

In an instant, the sword dove began to change automatically. It was no longer under the control of everyone. Half of the fairy sounds, fairy lights, and fairy flowers in the sky were attracted by the sword dove, and turned into little brilliance and entered the sword dove's body.

After these magical energies were absorbed by the sword dove, they began to automatically generate six magic formations on the sword dove. Each of these magic formations had different shapes. They started with a little chaos, turned into the two qi of yin and yang, and then took the shape of four phases. , the Bagua array, and finally turned into a three-dimensional endless array.

The dove's head flashes for a while, which is the wisdom of the sword's heart, and the dove's claws flash for the sword's sharpness. A burst of dove wings is the flying wings of the sword, a burst of dove feathers is a sword star feather, a burst of dove heart is a sword of freedom, a burst of dove body is a sword light prison.

The six formations transformed into one in the blink of an eye, and then a ray of light fell from the sky and hit the sword dove. Suddenly, the vitality on the sword dove of thousands of people condensed and transformed into a human form. From nothingness to nothingness, it became A middle-aged scribe with extraordinary bearing and dressed in ancient costume. This man has an indescribable magnanimity and is full of elegant aura. If you look carefully, you will see the white marble carved screen on the first floor of the Tianfa Pavilion at the outer gate of Xuanyuan. The man is exactly the same.

This person is none other than Wang Yinyang, the founder of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect's resurgence. He jumped through the air and jumped into the world. He also sent out a clone in the fairy world and descended into the human world.

Yu Zecheng and other Xuanyuan Sword Sect disciples were all in a strange state, in a trance, but everyone saw the image clone of Wang Yinyang, the founder of Zhongxing, and everyone was in an unparalleled worship. This is Grandmaster Wang Yin Yang. The Patriarch did not abandon his disciples. At the most critical moment, he came to help everyone from the lower world. Everyone was extremely excited.

After Wang Yin Yang transformed into a human form, he remained motionless. Suddenly, all the members of the Sword Dove felt their whole bodies shake, as if their bodies were absorbed by things and gathered into the human form on top of the Sword Dove. In an instant, Yu Zecheng felt... The Heart of the Blood Nightmare, the Eternal Furnace, the Unparalleled Sword Bones, and the seven Immortal Eyes in his body all moved, as if a trace of vitality escaped and gathered on the transformed immortal clone.

All Xuanyuan disciples with immortal bones and wisdom roots felt this way. After the gathering of vitality ended, the founder of Zhongxing, Wang Yinyang, opened his eyes fiercely. For a moment, it was like the heaven and earth stopped, everything condensed, and time and space reversed.

He opened his mouth and shouted:

"With a pure heart, I walk in the world of mortals. The fragrance of orchids is endless and glorious for centuries. The bright moon and white clouds convey my wishes. Immortal Lord Moyi returns to the world.

My king, Yin Yang, is back again. The sword dove takes shape, and everyone unites as one, vowing to kill the immortals. The immortal energy enters the dove, the magic circle appears on its own, and returns to the world. Who dares to be the enemy of my Xuanyuan Sword Sect? Breaking the boundaries and using clones to bully the small ones? "

After saying that, he looked at the clone of the Eight Can Sect immortals on the main peak.

When the Eight Disabled Immortal saw the magic circle rising, he sighed and shouted:

"Escape, every escape counts."

After speaking, with a finger, countless disciples immediately turned into streams of light on the main peak of time, flying towards the surrounding fields.

When Wang Yinyang drank at him, he looked at Wang Yinyang and replied:

"Greetings to the Immortal Lord Moyi, I am an old man with eight disabilities."

Wang Yinyang said:

"It turns out it's an old man with eight disabilities. It's not surprising that it's you. You are born with a brain-dead and can do anything. Apart from you, there is no one so shameless, bullying the small, and dare to fight with my Xuanyuan Sword. faction as an enemy.”

The Eight Disabled Immortal was not angry at all when Wang Yinyang said this. He just said:

"When our descendants face the danger of annihilation, they have no choice but to fight hard, without caring about face."

Wang Yinyang nodded and said:

"Then don't blame me. The matter has come to this, and I can't let your clone go back. The Badan Sect will not be destroyed because of this battle, I promise you."

The eight-disabled old man said:

"Thank you, Immortal Lord Moyi, for your promise. Okay, let me try the power of Immortal Lord Moyi. In fact, you are relying on the name of Xuanyuan and using the immortal energy left by Emperor Xuanyuan to control the three realms of the immortal world. I have long been dissatisfied with the truth. I want to try the sword of Immortal Lord Moyi."

Wang Yinyang smiled and said:

"It seems that I haven't used my sword for a long time, and the immortals have forgotten what happened back then. Well, since you have questions, let me answer them. If I can't kill you with one sword, I will give up the name of Immortal Lord. No. I’ll give you ten breaths to manifest the ultimate immortal body, so you don’t say I’m bullying you.”

The eight-disabled old man roared, and he began to change, instantly transforming into a three-foot-tall red copper giant with three heads and six arms. Endless wind and cloud energy appeared in his body, emitting seven layers of ripples of brilliance.

Wang Yinyang didn't look at him. He just stood on the sword dove and looked around towards the sky and the earth for more than ten breaths and said:

"The world is ever-changing, and time passes by. Old friends may still be here, but things have changed."

Then he glanced at the eighth-disabled old man, pointed his hand, and a sword light was emitted. Wang Yinyang said casually:

"The sword is the king's way. No matter how hard it is, it can be dispersed into Qi, gathered into light, transformed into mind, and hidden into thoughts..."

While Wang Yin Yang was fighting, he was explaining to many disciples, teaching everyone the way of swordsmanship. The sword light came down instantly, cutting through the sky, and slashed out with one sword. This sword had no majestic power or destruction. There is no majestic pressure, but this sword implies the way of the sky world. This sword represents the power of heaven and earth. It is the ultimate power in the way of swordsmanship. Just one sword is enough.

When the eight disabled old man saw such sword light, he roared, his six arms moved quickly, and he used various immortal techniques. The three heads chanted a spell together, turning into endless light and shadow, but everything was illusion and everything was meaningless.

This sword easily broke through the layers of defense of the old man with eight disabilities. With all the magic and powerful magic body, this sword flashed towards the white light. The magic body of the old man with eight disabilities collapsed like a bubble, instantly collapsing. , with one strike of the sword, without any sound or light, it was so easy to completely destroy the lower realm immortal body of the Eight-Crippled Old Man.

After Wang Yinyang killed the eight crippled old man, he said slowly:

"After this revenge has been avenged, don't destroy the inheritance of the Eight Remnants Sect. Our Xuanyuan Sword Sect will stand in the sky and will be immortal forever. Disciples, please take care of yourself."

Immediately after saying this, the fairy shadow dissipated and turned into countless rays of light, 30% of which returned directly to the sky, and the other 40% turned into light flow and returned to all Xuanyuan disciples. According to how much was absorbed, how much light was returned, and another 30% turned into light and shadow. Twelve streams of light shot towards the horizon, and in an instant no light spots were visible.

Everything was like an illusion, ending in an instant. Everyone was like a dream. The opponent's immortal was in the lower world, and his own ancestor was in the lower world. The two immortals fought, and then it ended easily.

Suddenly Head Shi Ji shouted:

"Thank you, Master Patriarch, for descending into the realm, and thank you, Master Patriarch, for giving me the Dharma."

The feedback flow contains endless immortal energy, and there are various sword principles in it. It can be predicted that in the near future, countless lost Xuanyuan sword techniques will be re-interpreted by Xuanyuan's disciples after this war.

The immortal disappeared, and the battle will continue. However, a large number of the Eight Disabled Sect disciples were teleported away by the Eight Disabled Old Man just now. The eight main peaks were sparsely populated and all disappeared. There was only one person, the One-Finger True Lord. The crippled old man did not teleport him away. He knew that this disciple could not be saved, so he did not send him away.

The Yizhen Lord looked around, smiled sadly, and shouted:

"Everyone is responsible for what they do. I was the one who massacred your disciples of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect. I was entrusted by others to lure you out of the mountain. It's a pity that my efforts failed. I hate you."

After saying that, he stretched out his hand and struck out, pulling out his heart and exploding violently. Immediately, the Nascent Soul self-destructed and turned into a ball of flame and disappeared into the sky.

The war ended like this, and there was no strong enemy among the Eight Can Sects. Head Shi Ji said:

"Jianjiu disintegrates, looks for the remaining enemies, and collects everything for me. Take everything you can, destroy everything you can't take, and leave them nine empty mountains. Our inheritance will not be interrupted."

All the disciples answered together:

"yes."

Suddenly they formed a group of six people and started to collect everything in the nine hanging mountains. Spiritual stones, fairy grass, treasures, fairy birds, everything was taken away. If they couldn't be taken away, they were destroyed. Everyone started to rob madly.

Yu Zecheng flew down and started to scrape away. Others were looking for treasures everywhere, but Yu Zecheng flew to the place where the eight crippled old man's physical body exploded, watching every trace of that battle.

The sword of Wang Yinyang, the founder of Zhongxing, is so powerful and mysterious that it gives people an indescribable feeling. That sword can be said to be the most powerful sword in the world, the limit of swordsmanship.

Yu Zecheng looked at the place where the old man with eight disabilities exploded, guessing the power of the sword, and found out that there was a sword mark on the ground. In fact, the old man with eight disabilities also tried hard to resist, but to no avail, but because of his He resisted, so a sword mark was left on the stone platform.

This sword mark was one foot long and one foot deep. It was carved on the stone platform. Without saying a word, Yu Zecheng immediately activated his flying sword to cut off the entire stone platform here, centered on the sword mark, covering an area of ​​ten feet. Then receive it into your own Pangu world.

This is the real supreme treasure. Compared with those magic weapons and flying swords, compared with those spiritual stones and elixirs, it is infinitely more useful. With this sword mark, your swordsmanship will have a direction, and your practice will have a goal from now on. .

After obtaining this thing, Yu Zecheng asked for nothing more. He turned around and came to a platform, sat down, and returned to Pangu's world view to look at the seal of the sword mark.

Some of the other Xuanyuan Sword Sect disciples were looting everywhere, some were digging three feet into the ground, and some were unscrupulous, but none of them noticed that a group of Nascent Soul Lords headed by Master Shi Ji were watching them silently. , observing the reaction of each disciple, recording all their actions for evaluation.

Yu Zecheng was neither happy nor worried, sitting on the stone, unmoved by external objects, silent, closing his eyes and practicing hard. Suddenly Shi Ji and others looked at him, smiled slightly, and nodded.

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I have some chores today. I'm late. I'm sorry for everyone. I'm sorry.