Millions of monks came out together, and there were millions of rainbows around Yuyao Pass, with their figures moving in all directions.
This wonderful sight has impressed countless monks in their hearts.
In Haoyuan Mansion, Qin Xuan also stepped out.
"The eminent monk is leaving?" Qiao'er looked at Qin Xuan with a cowardly voice, "Can the eminent monk tell Qiao'er where the eminent monk plans to go, so that Qiao'er can explain to the princess!"
She looked at Qin Xuan pitifully. Ye Youding had already returned to the capital of the Kingdom of Daqian, preparing to join the Shengtian Sect and become the successor of the Saint.
Qin Xuan did not embarrass Qiao'er and said calmly: "When you return to China, you can just tell Donor Ye this way!"
Qiaoer breathed a sigh of relief and said quickly: "Thank you, eminent monk!"
Qin Xuan smiled softly. He looked at the many black shadows in the distance. He stepped on them and suddenly disappeared, leaving behind all the monks who were watching him.
At the exit of Yuyao Pass, there is a treasure in the sky.
This is a glass treasure, extremely gorgeous under the moonlight.
Many monks stared at this treasure with envy in their eyes.
This is the seven-color colored glaze from the Holy Demon Heavenly Palace. It is a fifth-grade treasure. Looking at Mo Yunxing, there is no fifth-grade driving magic weapon that can compare with it.
Under this seven-color colored glaze, there are ten major formations covering it, which are enough to withstand the siege of several Dao Lords. Even a powerful being who has just entered the Hedao will be unable to break this seven-colored colored glaze with one blow.
And the identity of the owner of this seven-color colored glaze is enough to make many monks look up to him.
Saint Wu Xian from the Holy Demon Heavenly Palace!
The treasure flew away in the air under the eyes of many admiring and envious eyes.
Among the crowd, a formation flashed quietly and disappeared within this level.
Qin Xuan looked at the seven-color colored glaze, stepped lightly on it, and disappeared into the Demon Yu Pass.
As Qin Xuan left, a figure appeared with an ugly face, looking at the place where Qin Xuan disappeared.
…
Wuxian is sitting in this seven-color glass treasure.
She is lazy, with her clothes half-covering her delicate body, and her charming appearance. If she could move the hearts of immortals, no matter how powerful she is, she would not turn a blind eye.
Her fingers were tangled in her hair, and the jade slip in her hand flickered slightly.
"Holy girl, my subordinates have checked Mo Yunxing's unscrupulousness. He was named after Beihuang. It is said that a disciple of Tianyun Sect has seen this person in Tianyun Sect." A deep voice sounded slowly, "If the saint wants to find out, she can ask the elders to come to Tianyun Sect to ask in person."
Wuxian's eyes flashed, "Tianyun Sect? Is that the sect where the old monster Feng Mo is?"
She frowned slightly, but there was a pitiful look that made people feel sad.
Wuxian slowly closed the sound transmission jade slip. Earlier in Hanjiao Tower, Qin Xuan revealed her real name, which shocked her heart.
The village she was in had long since turned into nothingness, and the only people in the world who knew about it were her master, the master of the Holy Demon Heavenly Palace, and her.
But now, a monk with unknown origins knows such secrets, which makes Wuxian feel huge waves in his heart.
She must investigate this monk thoroughly. If she had nothing else to do at the moment, the place where she would appear would not be outside the Yuyao Pass, but in the sky above Haoyuan Mansion.
Just as Wuxian was thinking about it, in an instant, her eyes trembled slightly and the corners of her mouth curled up.
"Old guy, this saint knows that you won't give up!"
As the sound fell, the seven-color glazed treasure flew across the sky, like a seven-color rainbow, crashing into the night ahead.
boom!
In the darkness of the night, there seemed to be a giant net emerging, with countless formations outlined, like a heavenly and earthly net, covering the seven-color glazed treasures.
Behind the formation, there was an old man with thousands of formation patterns outlined on his fingers, which kept falling into the formation.
"Tianxu!"
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Within the formation, Wuxian's charming voice sounded, "You, an old Taoist priest, are blocking my way in the middle of the night. Are you planning to do evil to this saint?"
As the sound fell, Tianxu's expression changed slightly, and he saw that the formation suddenly rose, and the seven-color light penetrated the formation, like a million rainbows, shining the entire world into a seven-color world.
The formation was also quietly shattering, and seven-colored glass filled the sky.
The old Taoist Tianxu smiled strangely and said: "Witch, you took away the Everlasting Sun Fairy Fruit from the Ten Thousand Treasures Festival. Old Taoist, I am a righteous monk. How can I allow you to do such evil things? Naturally, I want to support justice and avenge the injustice of the Ten Thousand Treasures Festival!"
"
The seven-color treasure light dispersed, and Wu Xian did not know when he had stood on the top of the seven-color glazed glass.
She looked like an unparalleled beauty, bathed in the moonlight, like a demon, extremely charming.
"Old Taoist priest, do you dare to talk about the right way and justice? Geez... I'd better say this to the monks who have been deceived by you over the years!"
"I'll let you see how many monks you will encounter!"
If his voice comes from all directions, there will be patterns in Tianxu's pupils.
The sound technique is like an illusion, and illusions from all directions arise in the ears.
Taoist Tianxu's eyes narrowed slightly, and array patterns bloomed in his pupils, and he was transformed into an array, like the Emperor of Heaven flying across the sky, breaking all illusions.
There are also heavenly generals who capture dragons and subdue tigers, and speak out the sound of Dao, shattering the illusory formations in all directions.
The illusion formation broke open, and a bone sword appeared in front of Wu Xian. The bone sword was white, like the bones of some kind of supreme demon emperor. With Wu Xian's thoughts, this bone sword suddenly tore through the moonlight.
The power of the Nascent Soul is like a vast river. When it enters this bone sword, tens of thousands of white bones rise up from the surrounding sky and earth, and many existences of humans, demons, beasts and demons come towards the sky to kill them.
With one sword, an illusion of heaven and earth appeared, turning into millions of bones, as if the entire world had turned into a prison of bones.
Even Tianxu couldn't help but his pupils narrowed slightly. He was the Taoist Master of Returning to the Void, and Wuxian was only at the peak of Nascent Soul. Coupled with the inheritance of the Formation Immortal, Taoist Tianxu thought that he would be able to deal with Wuxian easily, but now he realized that
, I am too underestimated.
The saint of the Holy Demon Palace, the one who stands out from the millions of monks in the Holy Demon Palace, is truly extraordinary.
Taoist Tianxu shouted coldly, he pressed his palm downwards, and formed an array with one thought, and a large formation flew across the sky. As Taoist Tianxu thought, millions of magic swords emerged from the formation, bombarding the many white bones.
go.
The whole night seemed to be immersed in roaring, as if the fireworks were brilliant, the night was illuminated thoroughly.
Until the roaring stopped, Wuxian stared, and so did Taoist Tianxu.
Both of them realized that the other party was in trouble. One was a descendant of the Formation Immortal, and the other was a saint from the Holy Demon Heavenly Palace. They were both the geniuses who crushed their contemporaries and the same realm in the world of cultivation. Now they are attacking, but they cannot surpass the monks in the same realm.
How many times, even if Daojun fights, it will never be as terrifying as these two.
The earth is riddled with holes, the ripples spread to tens of thousands of miles, the trees are broken and the mountains are cracked.
Just when they were about to take action, they suddenly turned their heads slightly at the same time.
I saw a figure walking through the air from the direction of Yuyao Pass.
Holding a Buddhist ritual in hand, you arrive calmly.
Qin Xuan looked at this battlefield, which was almost beyond the aftermath of an ordinary Taoist battle, as if he had not seen it.
He glanced at Taoist Tianxu lightly and said, "Tianxu, the poor monk has already reminded you that I am bound to get this Hengyang Immortal Fruit!"
Before Tianxu could speak, Qin Xuan's eyes fell on Wuxian.
"Leave the Heng Yang Immortal Fruit to the poor monk, and you can leave in peace!"
"otherwise……"
"Don't blame the poor monk for turning his palms to suppress him!"
"Take the Heng Yang Fairy Fruit again!"
The voice was calm, but like the true words of the Buddha, there was no room for doubt.