The most powerful monk in Jiuzhou's Taoist realm is the perfection of Daochu Mirror. Emperor Xia Yuan of the Great Xia and the Bing Lord Bu Chenxin both reached the perfection of Daochu Mirror, but it was not long before they entered the perfection of Daochu Mirror.

Xia Mu only had the cultivation level of the late stage of Daochujing, and his time was too long, and his body had already suffered losses. He was weaker than the ordinary late stage of Daochujing monks, let alone a cultivator who was perfect in the Daochujing.

The red-haired monk's attack easily destroyed Xia Mu's attack, and the attacks it launched were even more amazing.

Xia Mu's pupils shrank, and the eyes between his eyebrows opened again. The green eyes were filled with endless vitality and a strange force.

“Deprive life.”

The green light leaped out, depriving others of their life.

One blow.

We met the bloody red light column.

Two beams of light, one red and one green, collided with each other.

The terrible force hit all directions, causing the ground to sink. Even the space fluctuated slightly, like a stone falling into a calm lake, causing ripples.

Xia Mu was impacted by this force and took several steps back and spit out blood. The powerful body even showed cracks, like broken porcelain.

On the porcelain-like cracks, a green light appeared, restoring Xia Mu's injured body.

With one blow, Xia Mu suffered severe damage.

"The Way of Life?"

A strange color flashed through the red-haired monk's eyes.

"It's really extraordinary that you can master such a powerful way. But your strength is too weak, and your understanding of the way of life is too weak."

"So, go to die."

The red-haired monk raised his right hand like a knife, condensed a blood-red light of ten feet in size. But the light condensed to the extreme, like a physical body, and the terrible power made the void with some cracks.

A knife fell quickly.

Xia Mu's expression suddenly changed.

His injuries were too serious.

It is extremely difficult to even mobilize Daoyuan, and it is impossible to exert too much power.

"Mu Lao."

Xia Yuan exclaimed, and Xuanyuan Xia Yu's sword immediately appeared in his hand. But the next moment, he stopped.

The golden light is dazzling.

when.

The red-haired monk's sword was blocked, and a divine dragon appeared in the golden light, blocking the red-haired monk's blood-red sword light.

The instant contact shocked the power of the blood-red sword light and shot it into the distance, cutting off the big trees in the distance one by one.

The red-haired monk was slightly stunned, staring at the sudden appearance in front of him.

"Leave it to me."

Qin Feng turned around and said to Mr. Mu, then looked at the red-haired monk.

"Another world monk, which world do you come from?"

Qin Feng was very curious about the origin of these monks.

There are many big and small worlds in the heavens and all worlds. However, there is a certain distance between the big and small worlds, only part of them is connected, and most are nothingness in space.

And it is not an easy thing to go from one world to another. Even two small worlds, or two big worlds, is not an easy thing to go.

Qin Feng learned from Guo Zhengye of the Thousand Worlds that there were situations around the Jiuzhou World. There were not many worlds connected to the Jiuzhou World, and it was even more difficult to enter the Jiuzhou World.

Qin Feng was about to leave the Jiuzhou World, so he wanted to care very much about other monks.

"Which world?" Hongye glanced at the eight-treasure dragon-shocking spear in Qin Feng's hand and smiled contemptuously, "What is the right for a monk from a small world to ask me?"

"Call you in your treasures and then get out of here to save your life. Otherwise, let's explain it to you here."

Bang.

The ground exploded.

Bingzhu Bu Chenxin rushed out of the ground, feeling a little embarrassed. His eyes became colder, and his black pupils gradually turned into snow-white eyes.

chill.

chill.

The power of the extreme cold road.

Flowing out of him, Bu Chenxin's body was like a dry ice maker, with white mist constantly flowing out of him and spreading around him.

As white mist appeared, the void gradually freezes, forming a snow-white world. The endless cold air affects the operation of spiritual energy, and even the fluctuations in space were greatly affected.

This is the extreme cold path of Bingzhu Bu Chenxin.

"I practiced the Extreme Cold Avenue well."

The scar monk looked at the snow-white mist around him, and his behavior was very ordinary, and he did not take Bu Chenxin seriously at all.

From the perspective of realm, Scar monk is a cultivator in the late stage of Daochujing. The Bing Master Bu Chenxin has the perfect cultivation of Daochujing, and his aura is stronger than Scar monk.

But the scar monk didn't care about the realm of both parties.

"It's a pity, it's still too weak."

A shocking light suddenly burst out from the eyes of the Scar monk, and a pitch-black machete appeared behind him. Above were countless patterns, just like divine patterns from the Nine Heavens Divine Court.

The dark machete appeared, and the terrifying and domineering power instantly hit the four spaces.

Snow white fog.

Endless chill.

Under the terrible momentum of the dark machete, he trembled.

The scar monk looked at Bu Chenxin, snorted coldly, and the dark machete suddenly slashed down.

The void seemed to freeze in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, a crack broke from the middle, and the terrifying power instantly looked tens of thousands of miles away, destroying the space, revealing the pure black space void.

The endless cold and white mist disappeared under this knife.

The terrible amount fell on Bingzhu Bu Chenxin.

When the Scar monk used the power of the Great Dao, he sensed a dangerous and terrible aura. However, under this fear, his body became extremely difficult to move.

"Stop it."

Bu Chen roared angrily.

He is a monk with the perfect Taoist mirror.

He is the lord of the Northern Ice Field.

It would be so embarrassing to be defeated by a monk in the late stage of the Daochu Mirror so easily.

At the moment when the dark machete was about to fall, Bu Chenxin held the Ice Soul Sword in his hand tightly. The chilling touched the power of the entire space, covering the condensed power of the extreme cold road.

Facing the dark machete.

when.

The force shocked.

The void created a series of cracks, extending tens of thousands of miles towards the blade. The terrifying power caused a huge crack on the ground, with a depth of dozens of meters.

The figure of Bingzhu Bu Chenxin disappeared.

Only a piece of snow-white metal piece that was gradually falling towards the ground in the air was left, which was a fragment of the Ice Soul Knife.

Bu Chenxin suffered heavy damage and escaped.

"Bu Chenxin?" Xia Yuan's face changed slightly. He underestimated the power of the cultivators in the other world in front of him. These three cultivators in the other world were obviously stronger than they were.

"Demon God Black Knife."

Qin Feng glanced at the power of the sword monk's great way, and a light flashed suddenly in his eyes.
Chapter completed!