During the period when Jianhui monk Tian was talking, there were more and more fire clouds in the sky. In addition to the red fire and blue-white light, a trace of golden flames gradually appeared in the sky.

It is the divine dragon fire of the twelve heavenly fires in the Great Array of Starlight Extinction of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths. It has the miraculous effect of burning all things, burning everything, and never extinguishing. This also means that this paradise has entered the second stage.

When the Zixiao Palace sect guarding around the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Starlight Extinction Formation saw the golden flames in the formation starting to burn, they all concluded that the White Star River would not last long.

But just as Jian Hui was concentrating on watching the situation in the array, the communication jade talisman on his body rang. Not only him, but Shang Tian beside him, but also the communication jade talismans of all the true disciples sounded.

The content of the jade talisman is very simple, which is Hua Lily and Xie Wanjian among the ten true disciples. Their soul lamp in Zixiao Palace has been extinguished. This means that not only their physical bodies are dead, but even their Nascent Soul has not escaped. They have been completely destroyed and cannot even be reincarnated and re-cultivated.

The two true disciples were killed, which was a serious loss for any cultivation sect. But half an hour later, the jade talisman sounded again, and the soul lamps of three true disciples were extinguished. At the same time, more than a hundred golden elixir disciples were killed.

"What's going on?" Jian Hui frowned: "Has the human army come to siege? But how could so many people be lost?"

Within thousands of miles of the entire Nine Heavens and Ten Earth Starlight Extinction Array, all the Zixiao Palace members seemed to be shrouded in an invisible net, just like some unknown monsters constantly devouring their lives.

Jianhui began to contact other true disciples and elders: "Master Xuanxu, what's going on? Why are so many junior brothers sacrificed?"

"I don't know, no one saw what happened." Xuanxu's mouth revealed a chill: "All the disciples I saw disappeared, and I still don't know what the enemy is?"

"I still don't know?" Jianhui raised his sword eyebrows on his forehead and said, "Master, where is the nearest place to attack me? I'll go over and take a look."

"Jianhui, don't be impulsive. The senior brother of the sect already knows the situation and will make arrangements immediately..."

While the two were talking, the voice of the supreme leader of Zixiao Palace and the Taoist Xuanxuan had already been transmitted to everyone's sea of ​​consciousness through the communication jade talisman. According to the arrangement of Xuanxuan Taoist Xuanxuan, in order to deal with unknown dangers, all the people of Zixiao Palace will shrink their defense lines. The true disciples and elders led ordinary disciples to guard the defensive strongholds selected by Xuanxuan Taoist Xuanxuan.

Shang Tian and Jian Hui also led dozens of disciples to the place where they were placed. The elders and true disciples kept in touch at all times, and they could never die without any clarity.

But before they could all arrange, the attack began again. The voice of a true disciple sounded from Shangtian's communication jade talisman.

"It's the Earthlings, their Space Marines."

"No, they have weirdness!"

"Spells, magic weapons, and flying swords are useless, and no attack is effective against them!"

"No, I can't stop them. They..."

One after another, panicked voices sounded, and one familiar voice after another lost contact, making the rest even more at a loss. Although the cultivators of Zixiao Palace were vulnerable to hundreds of interstellar warriors armed by Li Anping, their shrinking defense lines and strongholds made them no longer know anything.

According to the instructions of the killed disciples of Zixiao Palace, the attackers were a group of Space Marines wearing red cloaks, but their strength was extremely powerful. So far, there was no magic weapon, spell or flying sword in them that could harm them.

Just when the elders and true disciples were shocked by the strength of these people on earth, something even more surprised happened.

Xuanxu was guarding a stronghold with dozens of Jindan stage disciples and two Nascent Soul stage disciples. Suddenly, five red cloaked space warriors appeared in their sight. Each of the five red cloaked space warriors punched each, and five golden cloaked cultivators turned into powder.

The Xuanxu Taoist opened his eyes and anger flashed across his face: "Bold!" He saw him pointing a sword, and thousands of sword lights were strangling towards the five warriors. With the Xuanxu Taoist's cultivation level of the Xu period, he practiced the flying sword technique for thousands of years. In this move, even a space warship could be destroyed.

In his eyes, the five human warriors were undoubtedly dead. He didn't know how many such space warriors he had killed in this year.

However, the strangeness that these five warriors appeared before was even more weird. After releasing the flying sword, he still released another shuttle-shaped magic weapon just in case.

Then thousands of sword lights were shining in his incredible gaze. The sword energy swept on the other party's body, but it was like a breeze blowing on his face, without any effect.

‘How is it possible!’ This is Xuanxu’s first reaction. Without barriers, magic weapons, and no defensive actions, he blocked his own attack with his body. Even the Supreme Master of the Zixiao Palace could not do this. But not only did someone in front of him, but there were also five people.

The opponent did not respond to Xuanxu's attack, but disappeared in an instant and appeared, then punched each other, and five Jindan-stage cultivators were turned into powder again. He seemed to be able to see the opponent's face behind the armor, sneering.

With a angrily shout, Xuanxu's hands were opened, and nine consecutive flying swords shot out, turning into hundreds of thousands of sword lights, shooting towards the five people like a sky-high. They cooperated and made up for each other, forming a sword formation, completely wrapping up the bodies of the five people like sword balls, leaving no blind spots.

At the same time, the mysterious shuttle-shaped magic weapon, the Wanlei Ship, constantly wandering around the sword ball, and every second there were hundreds of thunders as thick as buckets of thunders attacking the sword ball.

The disciple of the Nascent Soul beside him said, "Everyone, use thunder magic quickly to help the master with his help!"

With his command, thousands of lightning lights turned the sword ball into a bright thunder ball as bright as the sun. The terrifying lightning turned into a hot high temperature. The disciples in the Golden Pill realm could not stand it first and quickly retreated. Then the disciples in the Nascent Soul realm were also flying back. Only the Xuanxu Elder in the Huaxu period was still commanding the flying sword, guiding the lightning, and using the double damage of cutting and lightning to strangle the opponent.

Faced with such an attack, the opponent still did not seem to have any defensive means. If the second person directly resisted, except for the immortals in the Heavenly Court, Xuanxu really couldn't think of anyone else who could survive such an attack.

But just as he was thinking this way, the five fists directly broke through the sword nets all over his body. Whether it was flying swords or thunder, they were no different from paper in front of the fist. The five people didn't even see a trace of injuries on them.

They stopped the attacks around them impatiently, and then flashed, and five more Golden Pill disciples were killed.

Then, the five of them looked at Elder Xuanxu, as if they had enjoyed enough of the cat-showing mouse. The five of them flashed and disappeared again. The alarm bell rings in Xuanxu's heart, layer by layer of protective energy, magic weapons, and sword energy protect him layer by layer.

But it was useless. The five fists were like poking open a paper window, poking open all Xuanxu's protection. At the critical moment, Xuanxu began to rely on faster reactions and speed than the other party to turn into a light to escape into the sky, and his heart was full of souls. In his eyes, the five human warriors just now were already unprecedentedly strong people. Each of them was probably stronger than Bai Xinghe and the five elders of Zixiao.

He couldn't figure out how many of these five strong men were sent out now.

But the next moment, he had no time to think so much, because just a few seconds after he escaped, another flash of flash, and the human warrior in the red cloak appeared in front of him again, but this time there were ten people, and his mysterious eyes were filled with despair and disbelief.

"Why? Why are these mortals so powerful?"

"I don't agree! I don't agree!"

The monks in the Huaxu period relied on the rapidity of the escape light, their quick response, and their intuition about danger. It took a lot of time for ordinary red cloak space warriors to kill one-on-one, but now there are hundreds of such warriors. They communicate with each other and can move at will in space within a light year. They can form superior forces at any time and position, and strangle all cultivators.

A few dozen seconds later, the news that the soul lamp of Xuanxu Taoist was extinguished came into the hands of all the true disciples and elders. This was the first time that the elder in the Transformation Period of Zixiao Palace had died in the war with the earth.
Chapter completed!