Under the pressure of their spiritual consciousness, all the golden elixir disciples were like fallen leaves in the river and sea.
All the Jindan disciples were shaken, and Chang Yun even looked pale.
"Senior, don't you think it's too much to bully others like this?" Changyun shouted.
Tan Xuan's eyes were indifferent, "It's too much to bully others? The world of cultivation is originally about the weak and the strong, and the strong are respected. How can you talk about bullying?"
"If it's strange, then it's my fault that you are not as powerful as me!"
"There are still seven breaths left!"
Faced with Tan Xuan's pressure, all the disciples were on the verge of collapse.
Approaching the edge of the formation, Chang Yan smelled of alcohol and turned to look at Qin Xuan, "Junior brother, since you had expected it, why didn't you tell them."
Qin Xuan stood with his hands behind his hands, and the pressure of Tan Xuan's spiritual consciousness came over him, as if he didn't exist.
But at this moment, Chang Yun and other disciples were all focused on Tan Xuan and did not pay attention.
"I've warned you!"
Chang Yan's eyes trembled slightly, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly and shake his head.
"Then what should we do? From the looks of my junior brother, it seems that he doesn't intend to hand over the stored magic weapon, right?" Changyan sighed, "I'm an alcoholic, so I can hand over this gourd of spirit wine, but it's a pity that Changyun
, the soul-protecting magic weapon is rare even in Tianyun Sect."
Qin Xuan suddenly smiled softly and looked at Chang Yan indifferently, "Sister, don't you really think that the great monk named Tan Xuan will let these idiots leave?"
Chang Yan was startled and turned to look at Qin Xuan.
Qin Xuan smiled indifferently, "The importance of the soul-protecting magic weapon will even tempt the Nascent Soul Lord, not to mention that Tan Xuan is only a great monk who transforms into gods."
"Changyun is a disciple of Dao Lord Shansu. If the soul-protecting magic weapon is taken away, the Yueming Kingdom will be just a small country in the Northern Wilderness. It doesn't even have the True Lord Yuanying. How can it stand in the way of the power of Lord Dao."
Qin Xuan shook his head gently, "Senior sister, do you think anyone would be as stupid as Chang Yun and let the tiger go back to the mountain?"
Chang Yan's face was shaken. She stared at Tan Xuan, and her mind was suddenly shaken.
"Junior brother is saying..."
"Tan Xuan planned to bury everyone here, so why did he give him ten breaths of time!" Chang Yan's expression suddenly changed.
"There are thirty or forty people present, and they also have spiritual elixirs and magic weapons in their hands. Changyun even has soul-protecting magic weapons. Their strength is no longer weaker than that of ordinary gods." Qin Xuan said lightly: "If all the disciples hand over Chu
Physical magic weapon, if Changyun loses the soul-protecting magic weapon, with Tan Xuan's cultivation, he can kill the golden elixir present..."
Qin Xuan looked at Tan Xuan quietly, paused slightly, "It's like killing a chicken!"
As soon as the sound fell, Tan Xuan, who was blocking the entrance of the cave, finally spoke slowly, "Ten breaths have come, it seems you are waiting..."
Before he could finish his words, one of the Jindan disciples had already spoken out in fear.
"Senior, I am willing to hand over the storage magic weapon!"
Some disciples were so frightened that they dropped the storage bag on their waist.
As one person handed over the stored magic weapon, the expressions of the other Jindan monks suddenly changed.
In front of Tan Xuan, they had no ability to resist at all, and Chang Yun's face turned pale.
"You idiots, do you really think he will let us go!" Changyun roared even more at this moment.
He is not an idiot. If they were not disciples of the Tianyun Sect, his master was not the Master of Returning to the Void, and he was mediocre in talent, perhaps Tan Xuan would have let them leave.
But if Tan Xuan let them go, they would be retaliated by Lai Tianyun Sect and Huixu Dao Lord. How could Tan Xuan do such a stupid thing.
All the golden elixir disciples were stunned, and suddenly, Tan Xuan's eyes suddenly shone brightly.
"As expected of the Tianyun Sect's inner sect, the number one golden elixir. If that's the case, then don't blame me!" He spoke slowly, and suddenly, the pressure of his spiritual consciousness rushed straight towards Changyun. At the same time, in his hand,
A small knife emerged, no more than seven inches in size, entirely silvery white, with mysterious patterns on it.
Flying knife to cut wasteland
!
Along with Tan Xuan's sacrifice, the flying knife suddenly flew straight towards Changyun, with no trace of murderous intent in his eyes.
"Hahaha, senior, why bother talking nonsense with them? If you ask me, just kill them directly!" Li He even smiled coldly, stepped on his feet, and a whisk appeared in his hand, and three thousand white silk threads fell directly towards that person.
On all the golden elixir disciples.
The few Golden Elixir disciples who had thrown away the stored magic weapons before even screamed, were pierced through the head by the white thread, and blood oozed out.
boom!
This scene was like thunder that exploded in everyone's mind, causing those Jindan monks to wake up instantly, with endless fear in their eyes.
"Fight to the death and still have a chance to survive, take action!"
Changyun roared angrily, and the white dragon sword in his hand suddenly flew out, along with the desolate flying knife.
The two shook each other, and in just a moment, the white dragon sword's light dimmed, and Changyun couldn't help but spurt out a large mouthful of blood.
Suddenly, like a flying knife, a handle of spiritual consciousness went straight into the sea of long cloud consciousness and slashed towards the white cloud pattern cover.
boom!
Changyun felt as if his head had been hit by a sledgehammer, and he was dizzy. Although the soul-protecting magic weapon was precious, it was not omnipotent and could not withstand all of Tan Xuan's spiritual consciousness.
"Thunder Cloud Sword Style!"
Suddenly, Changyun suppressed his dizziness and roared angrily. He spurted semen and blood from his mouth, which fell on the white dragon sword, dyeing the white dragon sword red.
boom!
I saw wisps of sword energy spread out from the White Dragon Sword, like golden clouds, blasting out golden thunders one after another, falling towards the desolate flying knife, and unexpectedly blocked its edge.
At the same time, Changyun almost moved his figure to the extreme. He patted his waist, and a triangular golden awl appeared in his hand.
Broken Mountain Cone!
The seventh-grade magic weapon made even Tan Xuan's eyes narrow.
"As expected of a disciple of the Tianyun Sect, with a mere golden elixir, he actually masters not only the soul-protecting magic weapon, but also two seventh-grade magic weapons!" Tan Xuan's eyes were shocked.
I saw the broken mountain cone rushing directly to the top of the cave, trying to penetrate the cave and take the opportunity to escape.
boom!
The cave is crumbling, and the broken cone penetrates the mountainside, revealing a passage.
At the same time, Li He also took action. He killed several golden elixirs with shock. Like a tiger among wolves, every time the whisk was swept, the protective essence was shattered, and some golden elixir disciples coughed up blood and flew away.
At this moment, Chang Yan finally became unbearable. She glanced at Qin Xuan, who had a calm face, and sighed.
Suddenly, she picked up the wine gourd in her hand and took a big gulp of it into her mouth. Her eyes seemed drunk and awake.
"Junior brother, run away quickly, I will block it for you!" Changyan stared, she opened her mouth slightly, and a mouthful of turbid alcoholic breath suddenly came out from her beautiful red lips. There seemed to be an edge in the alcoholic breath, and a handful of
The broken sword appeared in her hand.
"cut!"
A loud shout resounded in the cave, and the smell of alcohol wrapped around the sword was like cutting through the sky.
Suddenly, Li He's face was shaken, and he turned his head to look at Chang Yan, his eyes slightly condensed.
"court death!"
He shouted angrily, and his consciousness was like a needle, rushing into Changyan's sea of consciousness. Changyan's face suddenly turned pale, but she resisted the blow of her consciousness.
boom!
The broken sword flew across the sky and suddenly landed on Li He's body-protecting essence. With a bang, Li He's body-protecting essence was cut into pieces.
The sound of a broken sword entering the body was heard, and in an instant, Li He's robe was torn apart. Along with Li He's furious roar, a severed arm suddenly fell.
The broken sword folded back, and Chang Yan held the sword with his shoulders swaying.
"It's been a long time since I wielded my sword!"
She laughed loudly, holding the sword in one hand and the wine gourd in the other hand to wipe the corners of her mouth. Although her expression was pale, she still didn't have the slightest fear even though she was facing Li He.
Chang Yan smiled, holding the broken sword and wine flask, as if he had
Lingding was drunk, "So what if I transform into a god? Just kill him!"