A group of five people appeared at the entrance of the seventh Buddhist cave.
The leader of the group is an immortal figure, holding a feather fan, fluttering like a feather riding the wind, which is extremely extraordinary.
He was the one who interrupted the two of them.
When Yan Qichang saw Hong Nu, he couldn't help but laugh angrily, and his murderous intent became even stronger.
"Hong You, I didn't expect you to be alive. It's a pity that I didn't kill you at the beginning!"
This true disciple of the Tianhai Sect is particularly calm and composed when faced with the most unfavorable situation, being attacked from both sides.
Hong Xi smiled lightly: "Senior Brother Yan is so kind and kind that Hong will never forget it."
"It's a coincidence that we met here by chance today. Hong has something to ask of me. I wonder if senior brother can agree?"
Yan Qichang snorted coldly, his eyes fell on the Samadhi fan in Hong Xi's hand, a solemn expression appeared on his face, and he did not answer.
Hong Ning raised his hands to Pang Yue again and said, "Hong wants to borrow the head from Senior Brother Yan's neck and asks Junior Brother to take a break."
Pang Yue made a gesture of please, and with a movement of his body, full of illusions, he stepped on the Naihe Bridge and came to Meng Zitao.
"Brother Dao, I didn't expect you to be here too!"
Meng Zitao said with a smile.
After the two reunited, before they could say anything more, they entered the ancient secret realm and dispersed.
Pang Yue looked at Hong Xi with interest and asked curiously: "How come your magic weapon is in Senior Brother Hong's hands?"
"Isn't it just in case...eh? Is this the blood evil secret technique of Xuanji Island?"
Meng Zitao said something, and his eyes were attracted by the bloody halo behind Pang Yue.
Not only him, but also the other three members of the Demonic Talisman Sect all looked behind Pang Yue.
In the bloody light, there were many figures, which was very strange.
Pang Yue knew that Meng Zitao had a strong backing, so he said, "Brother Meng, is there any way to crack it?"
Meng Zitao was startled, smiled bitterly and shook his head.
Pang Yue looked at the other three people, who also looked helpless.
Meng Zitao's sharp eyes recognized the person in the bloody halo with just one glance: "Brother Taoist, you are still so fierce. Let me see, Hehuan Sect, Zhenyang Sect, Tianhai Sect... you have only been here for a while, and you will kill them."
So many people?”
"At first glance, this senior brother is not a person who cherishes beauty and cherishes beauty. He actually destroyed so many beauties..."
One person looked at the figure behind Pang Yue, shook his head and sighed.
Another person said: "That person seems to be Zhou Wuchou, a true disciple of Zhenyang Sect, but he was also killed by his senior brother. He is really powerful!"
"Zhou Wuchou?"
Meng Zitao's expression changed, and he said: "I have heard of this person. It is said that he has extraordinary talent. He has reached the ninth level of Taoism. He also possesses one of the seven true fires. He may have a golden elixir in the future... Hehe, it's a pity that he met a Taoist brother.
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Meng Zitao knew Pang Yue's strength. Many years ago, this man was able to kill the golden elixir distraction and suppress countless Dao-based monsters.
Now, this Taoist brother's strength is even more unfathomable.
I don’t know who is stronger or weaker compared to the true successor of the Xu family?
While a few people were chatting, Hong Xi and Yan Qichang were already fighting over there.
The two had a grudge thirty years ago. When the so-called enemies met, they were extremely jealous.
At this moment, as soon as he took action, he didn't even test him, he just attacked and killed with all his strength.
Especially when Hong Ye borrowed the Samadhi God Fan, his combat power increased greatly. He first used a black tornado to protect himself and became invincible.
Then he activated Yu Shan, summoned three black tornadoes, and charged towards Yan Qichang.
Yan Qichang's face was solemn, but he showed no sign of panic.
He fluttered his hands, shooting water all over the sky, resisting the wind of Samadhi, and even for a moment he was not defeated.
The sea-turning sage is well-deserved.
"This Yan Qichang is stronger than Zhou Wuchou..."
Pang Yue watched the two fighting and commented silently in his heart.
Although Zhou Wuchou had a top-quality magical weapon refined with dry flames and real fire, he was far inferior to Yan Qichang of the Tianhai Sect in terms of the powerfulness of his magic power and the subtlety of his supernatural powers.
Only an inheritance like Tianhai Sect can make up for the lack of quality with the quantity of mana, and can block the attack of Samadhi Kamikaze.
Although Hong Ning has perfect Taoism, his total magic power is less than one-tenth of Yan Qichang's!
Now the fight between the two has turned into a competition of mana.
It seems that Hong He couldn't hold on first, and his magic power was exhausted by the first-level magic weapon.
Yan Qichang was still defeated by the divine wind of Samadhi, and was blown away by the divine wind.
"Senior Brother Yan, although you have strong magical power, there are five junior brothers behind me. Let's see how long you can last?"
Hong Peng killed people and cut their hearts, but during the battle of wits, he still did not forget to say a few words.
Yan Qichang's eyes flashed and he was making calculations in his mind.
One Hong He was enough for him to deal with at the moment, and the other five Demon Talisman Sect monks who had fought him at the beginning were equally difficult to deal with!
Whatever!
Let me show you who has more people!
Yan Qichang sneered in his heart, waved his sleeves, and a bronze wheel flew out and slowly hung in the air.
While resisting the divine wind of Samadhi, he activated the bronze wheel.
"It's the Tianhai Sect's fixed astrolabe."
Meng Zitao had vast knowledge and immediately recognized Yan Qichang's magical weapon.
Hong Xi also thought something bad secretly, and immediately said: "Junior Brother Meng, he is summoning fellow disciples of Tianhai Sect, please intercept him quickly!"
Having said that, regardless of the mana consumption, he suddenly activated the Samadhi God fan to increase the intensity of the attack.
"late!"
Yan Qichang smiled coldly.
The bronze roulette suddenly glowed brightly, cracked open, and nine rays of brilliance poured out from it!
I saw these nine rays of light spinning in the air, and each of them manifested a small teleportation array.
Wave after wave of space fluctuations came.
Among them, figures of people have quietly appeared on seven of the teleportation arrays.
There was no movement from the other two teleportation arrays.
But with these seven people alone, an aura as powerful as the ocean dominated the sky.
These seven people are all monks in the later stages of Taoism!
In order to explore the ancient secret realm, Tianhai Sect has set up astrolabe for all disciples in the sect.
This item can only be used once, but it can bring nine fellow disciples together.
The purpose is to deal with the crisis in the secret realm, or to concentrate on exploring a certain treasure of heaven and earth.
In the blink of an eye, seven Tianhai Sect monks appeared on the spot.
"Senior Brother Yan!"
"It's a monk from the Demon Talisman Sect..."
As soon as several people met, they could clearly see the situation on the field.
"Do it!"
Yan Qichang let out a loud shout as the water in the sky swayed in the divine wind of Samadhi.
Before he finished speaking, there was a sudden flash of light from Yao Jiao's sword!
The red and white sword light bloomed with dazzling brilliance and instantly passed through the bodies of the seven Tianhai Sect disciples who had just appeared.
Rumble!
Not long after, the thunderous sword cry sounded.
The sword light deflected in the air and returned to Pang Yue. Only then did everyone see its true face!
It turned out to be a red and white bone sword.
Fire Demon Killing Immortal Sword.
It's just that the sword light just now was too fast, unbelievably fast, as fast as an illusion, and it was hard to believe what the naked eye saw.
The seven Tianhaizong monks who had just appeared stood still with blank expressions on their faces.
After a few breaths, a trace of blood appeared on the seven people's bodies, and then they all split into two pieces and fell down.
In the bloody light behind Pang Yue, seven figures emerged...
Meng Zitao was the first to come to his senses. He quickly hooked his hand and used a certain secret technique to take the storage bags from the seven people. He offered them with both hands and handed them to Pang Yue.
"Brother Dao, your swordsmanship is simply... shocking to watch!"
"Thank you, Brother Meng."
Pang Yue collected seven storage bags and smiled lightly: "There are two more."
After hundreds of years in the Demonic Illusion, his swordsmanship has long since returned to its original state.
If the countless experiences of fighting in the "Tushita Heaven" in the previous life are fertile soil, then the experience in the Demon Realm is the careful watering for hundreds of years.
Now, towering trees finally grow on this soil!
Neither of the two people fighting in the field expected such a situation.
In less than a snap of his fingers, the seven fellow disciples recruited by Yan Qichang were cut into two pieces with the light of a sword!
Recalling that sword light, everyone present felt chills in their hearts, and the same question couldn't help but pop up in their minds——