Above the nine heavens, monks in golden clothes flew into the sky, looking down at the many monks, with a arrogant expression and cold eyes.

This is a cultivator in the Nascent Soul Realm, whose cultivation is far better than Jun Wunian. No wonder he dared to directly ask for the red divine stone, regardless of the many cultivators in the purple palace under the field.

"I am a cultivator in the Nascent Soul Realm again." Jing Yi's eyes changed, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Jun Wunian took a step forward with a calm face, and an eagle roar came from the sky. The golden eagle broke into the sky, carrying a rolling wind, and the surrounding aura was sensation, which shocked many stone tables.

"Oh? Peng Bird? This ferocious bird is good, but it's hard to find its ferociousness. How many days will it be for me to train you?" Fei Yu was proud and his tone was aggressive.

All the cultivators present felt suffocating. The young monk in front of him was a Nascent Soul realm, an elite in the Dao Sect, and was the hope of the future of the sect.

The mainstays of many sects are all promoted from the Nascent Soul Realm.

"Oh? Senior brother thinks that I am not well trained, so you can train well now?" Jun Wunian snorted coldly, although his face was heavy, he was not afraid.

Feiyu laughed loudly, and while talking and laughing, his face showed disdain. His smile suddenly frozen, and a murderous intent approached Jun Wunian.

Jun Wunian was not afraid, stood upright, stroked his chest with one hand, and a golden spear penetrated into his arms, waving like a god.

"I have fought with my senior brother for a long time. I believe my senior brother's strength has improved a lot. I will ask for advice." Jun Wunian said politely, but the weapon in his hand was merciless. A light that soared into the sky was blowing out, and the fighting spirit was shocked and the war came in awe.

"You are still a little short of the Ninth Heaven of Purple Mansion." Fei Yu's eyes turned cold, and he turned into a meteor, his light was shocking. He shouted with a clang, and he came to kill with a divine sword in his hand. The sky was trembling and murderous intent was everywhere.

The cultivators changed their color and looked at the sky in panic. This Jun Wunian was crazy and dared to fight with the cultivator in the Yuanying realm. It was incredible.

Jing Yi opened his eyes wide. This was definitely a battle he had never been involved in. Although the last battle of Tianhao was a battle between two Nascent Soul cultivators, both of them were plotting against each other and did not see much strength revealed.

Watching a battle between high-level monks is of great benefit to Jing Yi's practice.

"Everyone please avoid it first. I will fight with Senior Brother Fei Yushi, so don't hurt a few people by chance." Jun Wunian said with a pale face.

The pressure of the Nascent Soul monk's heavenly power made his breathing a little rapid. The cultivators felt suffocating. Feiyu was too strong and they were not able to compete with them.

The Golden Eagle did not participate in the battle, soared in the nine heavens, making shocking screams from time to time.

"I'm watching from the side, I'm not allowed to intervene without my orders." Jun Wunian said.

The fighting spirit was in the air, Jun Wunian looked at the sky without begging, the battle spear and the magic sword were intersecting, sparks were sparking, and the two of them had a real fire when they met, but what was shocking was that Jun Wunian actually took Fei Yu's attack!

Swish!

Guan Ming stood up straight and looked at Jun Wunian blankly, his eyes full of disbelief.

"How is it possible? How can the Cultivator of the Purple Palace defeat the Cultivator of the Nascent Soul!" Li Sheng was also full of surprise.

The round platform cracked, like a yin and yang fish that turned into Tai Chi, was cut open by Feiyu with one sword, and became two huge rocks covered with cracks. Only the red divine stone stood between the cracks of the two huge rocks and was unshakable.

Jing Yi and a group of monks had long retreated to the palace of the Nine Heavens of the Mountains, but the scene outside the palace was still visible, a huge pair of mysterious light mirrors floating in the air, which could replay all the situations outside.

"Oh? Your weapon is good, please bring it with you." Fei Yu's eyes showed greed, and he opened his big hand and grabbed it down. The ground broke inch by inch, and a large crack appeared.

Jun Wunian swung his golden spear. After taking the next move, he was not depressed, but instead was full of energy. The indescribable wind and clouds seemed to be unable to take Feiyu into consideration.

"Where is the Nascent Soul Cultivator? My Purple Mansion Realm is not necessarily invincible!" Jun Wunian stepped into the sky with one step, holding a battle gun in his hand, and his murderous intent was spreading across the sky. The golden light shone into the sky, and the golden dragons roared and roared in shock.

Feiyu held a divine sword in his hand, and the divine light was also bright. With a roll of sword energy, the fallen leaves on the nine heavens of the mountains fell, and the fallen leaves seemed to have turned into sword shadows. On each fallen leaf, there was a figure holding a sword.

The magic sword turned, and the fallen leaves became a sword, and then came towards Jun Wunian. On the other hand, Jun Wunian was not in a hurry. He just raised his spear in his hand and rushed out in large numbers of battle lights, sweeping away the fallen leaves, and terrifying ripples rippled in the sky.

The ninth heaven shook violently, and many ancient trees cracked and withered in the blink of an eye. This divine stone was really touching, otherwise the flying feather would not have fought for it. This spiritual consciousness is an important part of Jun Wunian's planning and would never be taken away.

The battle gun in his hand was a magic weapon that Ning made his debut, and it was covered with Taoist patterns. It was given to him by the mysterious master. Without this battle weapon, it would be difficult to fight Feiyu.

"It's ridiculous to want to defeat me with a weapon." Feiyu stood with his sword and looked around, and his two straight eyebrows shot out the light like a sword energy, reaching Jun Wunian.

Jun Wunian sneered, pointed the spear in the air, and said, "You really shouldn't be snatching the divine stone, are you still your Nascent Soul Cultivator?"

Fei Yu also sneered, and looked at Shenhan's eyes and said disapprovingly: "Some people always think that the Taoist weapon can kill people if it is a little sharper."

"You can kill someone at a try." Jun Wunian didn't say much, and stabbed him with a shot, almost tearing the sky apart.

This shows the terrifying combat power of this killing weapon!

"One sword turns into all directions!" Fei Yu roared and used his magical powers. An ancient sword emitted a crystal light and hung in the air.

A handprint flew over and rushed into the ancient sword. The ancient sword suddenly shone brightly and emitted a dazzling light. Feiyu actually hid a sword!

Jun Wunian knew that something was wrong. When he moved his feet, his palms moved, and the spear was shining brightly, like a small sun, bursting out with amazing light.

"The Gods Town the Eight Desolations!"

A terrifying power came, spreading all over the fields, dust was flying, the earth was cracked, ancient trees rose from the ground, light waves continued, and ripples rippled like water waves.

The storm swept across the entire Ninth Heaven. The monks of the Purple Palace are no longer mortals. They overpower the power of heaven and earth. Each of them is enough to be comparable to some terrifying ferocious beasts. One of the ordinary human race is not its opponent at all.

There seemed to be a restriction on the ninth level of the mountain. Although it was difficult to destroy for a while, some ancient trees and green grass were uncomfortable and all burst out.

"This is!" This time it was Feiyu's turn to be surprised. Jun Wunian actually controlled such a secret technique. He had never seen him show it in front of others. Now he is facing off with him, which is obviously the first time he has shown it.

"You are proud of being able to die in the Eight Desolations of the Divine Town. You are the first person to drink blood." Jun Wunian sneered.

Fei Yu was calm and silent. There was a little more solemnity in his eyes when he looked at Jun Wunian. The greedy expression was gone forever, and replaced by the sharp and murderous aura!

It is obvious that this Feiyu did not come just for this red divine stone, but had other plans.

"This is an ancient-level magical power, you can actually master such magical power." Fei Yu obviously did not expect that Jun Wunian had such a killer weapon.

Jun Wunian smiled cruelly, as if he was watching a dead person. As soon as the God-State Bahuang came out, Fei Yu was afraid that he would have already felt a desire to retreat in his heart.

Jing Yi looked carefully. Although the two fought like lightning, Jing Yi was able to see them all. Although the flying feathers were not as good as Tianrui, they were almost the same. Otherwise, Jun Wunian would have been defeated long ago.

boom!

With a dull footstep, it seemed like a god really came from the ancient times and rushed towards Feiyu.

The desolate and vicissitudes of life will be unforgettable, and the powerful and majestic momentum will shock the sky.

Feiyu was very calm and his eyes no longer fell on the red divine stone. Jun Wunian controlled an ancient magical power. Although the magical powers passed down from ancient times may not be necessarily powerful, it has been passed down from endless years, and its ancient nature is enough to illustrate its power from some aspects.

The sword energy transformed into all directions, and the unique sword power in his body rushed out, like a flying rainbow, with an extreme speed, attacking towards the direction of the god Jun Wunian was about to step out.

Countless sword energy was raging, turning into countless streams of light, attacking and killing from different directions, and the ordinary purple monks could not resist it at all.

And the weapons in Jun Wunian's hand had already condensed, and he was still in his palm, and his combat power was extraordinary, so he might not be able to compete.

"Kill!" Jun Wunian took a step forward and firmly blew out a word of kill, which sounded clanging in the sky, like a sword, with aura forcing people.

The cultivators took a breath. Jun Wunian was too powerful. He actually fought with the Nascent Soul monk and had the tendency to defeat and fight back. Who can compare with such talent except those ancient monsters?

Jing Yi frowned. Jun Wunian was so powerful. He had underestimated the other party before. Even now, Jing Yi felt that he had to plan and act before he could not confront Jun Wunian.

Boom boom boom boom!

The god stepped down from the sky, and all the power in his body was injected into Jun Wunian's body. His majestic posture and upright figure were extremely terrifying.

Feiyu also began to fight desperately, his body was filled with glowing light, his sword energy was booming, and even his long hair was glowing!
Chapter completed!