Before Si Wuxie's spiritual consciousness could react, thick purple aura was seen from the ninth layer of consciousness sea, which was like darkness.

Si Wuxie's spiritual consciousness was shocked when he saw the mellow purple aura that was carrying the ancient divine power of heaven and earth, and turned around and wanted to escape.

But a purple thunder came silently from the first level of Xin Xiaoqi's sea of ​​consciousness, and for a moment, he could not move at all.

"Room" seemed to be in the sea of ​​consciousness, and the shocking sounds of the sky sounded. The purple aura hit the illusory spiritual consciousness, and it actually broke out like a substance. In just a few moments, Si Wuxie's spiritual consciousness was burned completely by the purple aura.

Si Wuxie's spiritual consciousness did not escape at all. He shouted in horror before Ming was destroyed, "You are a god..." and it completely disappeared.

Si Wuxie's spiritual consciousness dissipated, but the energy that protected the spiritual consciousness was nourished without wasting any waste. Xin Xiaoqi's third sea of ​​consciousness suddenly, the third sea of ​​consciousness was opened halfway.

Xin Xiaoqi was filled with joy. After scanning the two and a half-level spiritual sense, the expressions of tens of thousands of people in the Sword Qi Square were all taken in his eyes, as well as Chen Gou's worried expression.

Xin Xiaoqi was so moved that he was extremely moved. Senior brother Chen Gou always took care of himself. Xin Xiaoqi quickly jumped up and said softly: "Thank you, Senior brother, for your purple thunder, otherwise, you would not be able to kill Si Wuxie's spiritual sense."

"Congratulations, my friend, I didn't expect to control me...............................................................................................................

Xin Xiaoqi looked at the monk Kongwen, and could not tell whether it was joy or sorrow. He asked curiously: "Si Wuxie, is he the clone of the gods outside the domain?"

"No, good... cough cough!" Monk Kongwen coughed up a mouthful of blood and replied.

At this time, the tears on Bai Ling's pretty face had not completely dried up. He walked to Xin Xiaoqi and whispered: "Congratulations to Senior Brother Xin, after going through the disaster, his cultivation level has also improved."

"No, no, no, Junior Sister Bai Ling is polite. I have to thank you and Senior Bai Ze for taking care of me all the time." Xin Xiaoqi waved his hand quickly.

Bai Ling's pear blossom smiled miserably in the rain and said, "It's a pity that grandpa is no longer here."

"Senior Bai Ze is not here, aren't I still there? It's okay."

"Is that true?" Bai Ling asked Xin Xiaoqi, then turned to many disciples of the Sword Sect and Jian Qianyi.

When Xin Xiaoqi saw this, he was immediately overwhelmed. This was a routine that Bai Ling had once again. Sure enough, the more beautiful a woman was, the more profound the routine.

Jian Qianyi, the head of the Sword Sect, Jian Siliu, Jian Wuqi, looked at Xin Xiaoqi and Bai Ling. Based on the relationship between Jian Sect and Xin Xiaoqi, Bai Ling and Xin Xiaoqi, this matter is a bit complicated.

Bai Ling, who had a petite and delicate body, suddenly walked to the disciples of the Sword Sect and Jian Qianyi and bowed sincerely and said, "Bai Ling expressed deep self-blame and deep condolences for the damage caused by the Sword Sect by Yaoshan. If the Sword Sect wants the Sword Mountain to compensate, it is okay."

"But please see that the demon clan and monsters of the Demon Mountain are also my incompetent senior brothers. Dongshan is blinded, which has caused such a tragedy. Please ask all the senior brothers of the Sword Master, there are many, so don't hold a hatred for the demon clan. In this battle, we two groups who were hurt by each other, understand each other."

Many disciples of the Sword Sect looked at Jian Ganyi in one go.

Jian Ganyi looked at Xin Xiaoqi, Chen Gou, Bai Ling, Jian Wuqi, and sighed: "Since we are all murdered, we will be exempted from too many requests. I only have one!"

Bai Ling was immediately delighted and asked quickly: "Senior, please tell me!"

"The demon clan is not allowed to leave the demon mountain within five hundred years."

When all the demon races heard Jian Ganyi say this, they immediately thanked Jian Gan happily.

Bai Ling also said happily: "Thank you for being generous and generous. From now on, the Sword Sect will be the most noble friend of the Demon Mountain, and of course there is the Shangxiao Sect."

Bai Ling's charming phoenix eyes looked at King Xin Xiaoqi. Xin Xiaoqi looked at the charming and charming eyes and immediately said with a big head and a gentle voice: "Congratulations to Junior Sister Bai Ling."

Bai Ling glanced at Xin Xiaoqi coquettishly. Xin Xiaoqi felt that he lowered his head. Bai Ling laughed at Jian: "Senior, Bai Ling will take the demon clan back to the Demon Mountain and abide by the promise of the senior."

At this moment, the monk Kongwen on the side suddenly interrupted the words of the people: "I am almost out of here... I'm still thinking about doing a good thing before my death. Just before the sword sect was attacked, Xin Xiaoyou's master Jin Jin Zhenren... Wen Qingya, Li Rui Zhenren,... by Baoxiang Luohan, using the black veil on his body to Fanyin, he was captured alive."

"About the time when Xiaoyou and Taiwei Cao supported the Sword Sect, the Shangxiao Sect was under the siege of Tongqi Alliance, the Light Alliance, and Fan Yin."

After saying this, Monk Kongwen forced himself to breathe a sigh of relief and chanted loudly: "Amitabha, you will pass away!"

Monk Kongwen's words shocked everyone present, especially Xin Xiaoqi, and his heart flashed like a thunderbolt.

"How is it possible? Master Jin Jin's five magical powers with one sword. Who can keep him in the world? Besides, there are Zhenren Li Rui and Wen Qingya together?······Baoxiang Arhat, Arhat? There is actually Arhat in Sanskrit!"

Chen Gou stepped forward and patted Xin Xiaoqi's shoulder, and whispered: "Junior brother, don't be afraid, as long as we are here, we can turn it around."

Jian Wuqi also walked forward and said, "Yes, I will take the brothers of the Sword Sect to support him."

Jian Gan nodded and said, "Not only the disciples of the Sword Sect go, I will go too."

Zhu Gang was excited and murmured: "Boss, should we go to the Arhats who are in Fanyin first, or to destroy the mobs who are besieging Shangxiao first?"

"Would you go to save Wen Qingya first, Master Jin Jin, and Li Rui Zhenren, or should you help Shangxiao Sect first?" Xin Xiaoqi's heart was in chaos.

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In the palace, on the tall observatory, the old-fashioned eyes of the statue looked at the ruins of the statue, surrounded by the phantoms of the Five Emperors, but was not panicked at all, and murmured: "Si Wuxie, it seems that you are prepared to come."

Under Si Wuxie's control, the Holy Emperor Zhu Houzhao laughed and said, "My divine consciousness has long been in the forbidden land. I have seen the Three Emperors and Five Emperors of the Great Formation. You are right. I have prepared for it. I also know that your Ming court has the Three Emperors Seal. But now, Grand Marshal Cao has gone to the Sword Sect. If only the Five Emperors of the Great Formation are only, I will not feel enough."

The tall Confucian uniform of the sacrificial wine shaking slightly and said softly: "Since you want the Three Emperors Formation, you can get it."

I saw the priest on the high observatory, facing the wide and large altar with Tailao, five and three wines, and gently recited: "Jiu is in charge of the government of wine, and teaches wine materials by means of the rules... to distinguish the three wines. One is to serve wine, the second is to drink wine, and the third is to distinguish the four drinks. One is to qing, the second is to doctor, the third is to slurry, and the fourth is to qiu."

The Lord Jiujiu picked up the wine, wine, and sake on the altar one by one, and shot it to the sky, the ground, and the air. The drops of wine that had bounced into the air suddenly shone into the sky, and in an instant, the divine light shone on the night sky, like a translucent piece.

In the palace, three phantoms appeared, one figure on the head, a wise middle-aged man wearing a beast robe and radiating his head, and endless light of wisdom enveloped the four fields. A picture of the Eight Trigrams was on his head, and wind, rain, thunder and fire appeared all over his body.

The second figure appeared, a phantom with a huge cow's horns, and as soon as this figure appeared, countless plants and elixirs were surrounded by her body.

The third position is a majestic figure, wearing a golden emperor robe, with a nine-bead crown on his head, a momentum that swallows the world and shocks the void, and the golden sword around him rotates continuously.

The Holy Emperor Yuan Houzhao, controlled by Si Wuxie, nodded in satisfaction and murmured: "No, not bad, that's how it looks."

At this moment, around the palace, countless imperial guards wearing red armored soldiers rushed to the scene, and Mi Yue's light figure appeared on the palace wall in the distance.

Si Wuxie's divine consciousness felt in the body of the Holy Emperor Yuan Houzhao, and tens of thousands of people looked at him, and laughed and said, "To be honest, I still like this feeling of attention that thousands of people are watching."

"Since that's the case, in the words of your Ming court, it's impolite to come and not go. Come out, my dear Satan's phantom."

Suddenly, a thick black air burst out beside the Holy Emperor Yuan Houzhao, and the endless black air spread around. In the endless black air, he slowly walked out of the red three-eyed sheep-headed Satan with eight wings.
Chapter completed!