Chapter 708 The Pavilion Master Breaks the Secret Realm, and the Old Village Chief Appears in the World!
"Seven kills."
The aura of the mysterious man who occupies Taoist Priest Dongyang's body changes erratically, and his face is covered by a layer of mysterious mist. However, the aura of Taoist Priest Dongyang's soul has not completely disappeared. It is more like being suppressed and sealed in his body by the other party's powerful living soul.
within.
This scene made everyone present feel chills running down their backs.
Even Fang Tianzheng, the leader of the Haoqi Alliance who rarely talks about mysteries, couldn't help but frown and said in a hoarse voice: "Your Majesty, you have good tricks."
The Lord of the Ling Pavilion glanced sideways at Fang Tianzheng, but did not answer. He turned his palm over, and a mysterious black box appeared in his palm. He waved his palm and threw it to Lord Fulong. Although he did not say it explicitly, everyone knew it.
Knowing full well, he subconsciously stayed away from Lord Fulong, because he was naturally afraid and envious of him.
In the eyes of everyone, the Lord of the Ling Pavilion, the Seven Killers, clapped his hands, and a black mysterious token emerged from the palm of his hand. The token emits a mysterious light, trembling endlessly, and a gray desolate aura turns into a
A strange tapered sword.
There was a bang.
The sword of desolate energy directly blasted open a wide circular path in the ancient secret realm, and the remaining desolate energy was able to maintain the space passage and continuously widen it.
"Desolate air!"
The true spirit masters looked horrified and backed away one after another, fearing that they would be contaminated at all. If they were extremely proud because of their bloodline and identity before, at this moment, looking at the master of the Ling Pavilion, they looked like they were seeing a terrifying monster.
Lord Fulong held the mysterious black box in his hand, and the pride on his face became extremely stiff.
Fang Tianzheng, the leader of the Haoqi Alliance, frowned and said nothing. He hid his hands in his sleeves and his sleeves and robes fluttered slightly.
The other strong men were also shocked on the spot.
The space seal in this ancient secret realm is so thick. Even they had to form a temporary team to break the formation to have the possibility of entering. But now they are easily pierced by the opponent's sword. What kind of magical power is this!
"Everyone, whatever you obtained in the ancient secret realm, you can come to the Ling Pavilion to redeem it."
Qisha looked around, raised his left hand, flicked his fingers, and a teleportation array exuding a ghostly atmosphere was instantly formed. With the flags waving, dozens of streams of light rushed towards the space passage. The auras of these people were dim,
Difficult to detect.
But with them opening the way, the people on the left and right dropped their guard and turned into streams of light and rushed into the ancient secret realm.
Even You Ye, who was already desperate, found the right opportunity and sneaked in quietly.
The demon clan of the Great Wilderness fell into it one after another. In the end, even the great demons of the Seventh Realm could not resist the temptation of the secret realm and fled into it one after another.
At night.
That space channel gradually closed.
The master of the Ling Pavilion stared at the ancient secret realm in front of him, a strange smile appeared on his face, and his figure flashed and landed on a high mountain in the wilderness.
Obscure and ancient spells echoed in the mountain streams. High on the mountain, a strange formation covering several miles in radius gradually became complete. A bright yellow lantern flew out from the main sleeve of the Lingge Pavilion and slowly rose into the sky.
Around the formation, eight strange black pillars shot straight into the sky.
As soon as the lantern rises to the center of the formation, the entire ceremony seems to be completed.
At this moment, in the distant horizon, there was suddenly a slight sound of a wheel axle turning. Above the clouds, a middle-aged man slowly came pushing a wheelchair. To the left and right of the wheelchair were two old people with different postures.
One person has a butcher's knife hanging on his waist and is filled with murderous intent, while the other person is holding a bamboo pole and is drowsy.
When the four people were about to approach the formation, the sleepy Mr. Qu suddenly opened his eyes, and suddenly threw the bamboo pole in his hand, as if a thread penetrated the sky, hung the lantern on it, and pulled it towards him.
"Jie Jie Jie!"
The body of Lingge Pavilion Master Qisha made a strange sound, and in the shadow under his feet, a masked black fluid jumped up into the air like a snake, and wrapped around the lantern.
boom.
Two mysterious forces secretly competed for the lamp, and for a while they were evenly matched.
"Hiss!"
Under the moonlight, another black snake rose up, twisting and changing, and turned into a snake with eight heads. Each snake opened its bloody mouth and spit out spiritual mist. The huge black snake method was higher than the mountains.
"snort!"
The old pig-killing man spurted out a stream of air from his mouth and nose, and held the handle of the knife with his backhand at his waist. He choked, and the pig-butchering knife came out of its sheath. A blade of light cut through the night, two of the blades of the knife chopped eight snake heads, and three of them
The sword light formed an arc and rolled back, cutting off the eight mysterious pillars.
"Amazing sky-cutting sword technique."
Qisha praised expressionlessly, and with a slight clasp of his hand, the eight severed pillars were strangely healed as before. When he raised his right hand, a mysterious ancient energy surged, but at this moment, if Qisha had
Feeling this, he stopped his hand, raised his head slightly, and looked at the old man in the wheelchair.
I saw the old village chief in the wheelchair with his hands folded in his sleeves. Behind him, the entire river water turned into thousands of swords and flowed across the sky.
"It turns out that Your Excellency is still alive."
Qisha narrowed his eyes slightly, slowly lowered his hand that he raised quietly, and the snake in the shadow also retracted little by little, leaving the lantern to be hung on the bamboo pole by the old man surnamed Qu.
"It's just bones in the grave."
The thousands of sword lights behind the old village chief did not dissipate, but became thicker and thicker.
"The journey of spiritual practice is not easy for anyone. Who doesn't go against the will of nature? It's better not to do anything wrong. What do you think?"
Qisha's expression changed uncertainly: "I'm just following orders. It's hard for you, the former human emperor, to control your own destiny, let alone me. Please give me a clear path so that we can make things easier."
"I have not cared about human affairs for many years. You Lingge use people as bargaining chips. You despise life so much. There will be a day of retribution, so you can take care of it." The old village chief came in a wheelchair and left silently.
"Pavilion Master, what should I do?"
In the dark shadow, another mysterious shadow suddenly appeared, with strange eyes flashing. As soon as the figure took a step, a strong wind rose, and an invisible sword penetrated his body strangely.
puff!
The mysterious shadow vomited blood, its eyes widened, and it looked down at the body that had been penetrated. After the expression of fear, it turned out to be endless madness.
"As expected of the Human Emperor, even if he falls into such a situation, he still has such divine power and swordsmanship...unparalleled in the world."
The mysterious shadow smiled nervously, and its body fell to the ground, turning into a puddle of black mud. When it opened its mouth and spat out, countless powerful souls were forcibly kneaded together, and in the blink of an eye it transformed into a complete body.
"Pavilion Master, as planned?"
"Of course I have to give the Human Emperor some face, but this is also the last time... Go to the Zhongzhou Holy Academy and handle it yourself."
"That's fine... I want to take back the slap that Wen Sheng gave me last time."
The shadow slipped into the ground and disappeared strangely.