The formation suddenly rose up, and the expressions of the four great gods changed slightly.
"Not good!" Changxu shouted, his whole body alert to the extreme.
He looked at the surrounding formations as if facing a formidable enemy.
The same was true for the other three people, but soon, the four of them discovered that this large formation floated without any ripples.
The four people frowned, and one of them stared at Qin Xuan closely, saying angrily: "Boy, what are you doing?"
With murderous intent in his eyes, the other three people couldn't help but come to their senses and stared at Qin Xuan.
I saw Qin Xuan in gray clothes, his gray hair floating in the vast blood.
The pupils of the four people shrank, and someone sneered: "No wonder you dare to show up, but it's a pity that you are just looking for death!"
Qin Xuan's blood was so rich that it was almost as good as the great cultivator of the Spiritual Transformation who was able to refine the body. How could that majestic blood be able to block their four great spiritual arts?
Just when the four of them were about to continue taking action, Qin Xuan suddenly made a faint sound.
"court death?"
His eyes were calm, but there was a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, "There were so many people who said this about me before!"
"Among them, there are great monks, true kings, and powerful, supreme ones!"
Suddenly, a cold light appeared in Qin Xuan's eyes.
"It's a pity that no matter how many years go by, those who once said that I am seeking death will never be reincarnated again."
"I am alone..."
Qin Xuan smiled softly and jumped with his feet, like a wild dragon emerging from the abyss.
"Standing tall on the top of all living beings!"
The ground under Qin Xuan's feet was shattered and dented at this moment, with cracks spreading in all directions, as if a dragon elephant was stepping on the ground, cracking in all directions.
Qin Xuan's speed was even more unimaginable. Even with Changxu's consciousness, he could only capture a vague figure.
"careful!"
Some of the great cultivators who transformed gods roared angrily, but they ignored Qin Xuan's arrogance.
One of the great cultivators of the mid-level God Transformation suddenly shouted loudly, and a white cloud-patterned flag appeared in his hand.
He rolled the flag in the air, and in an instant, the endless wind, like a sword, appeared in front of him.
In the void, Qin Xuan's figure was not visible, and the endless wind was suddenly penetrated at this moment.
There was a shadow that was unstoppable and headed straight for the great monk who transformed into gods.
"What?"
The great monk who transformed into gods was extremely shocked. His seventh-grade magic weapon, Fengyun Banner, was destroyed in an instant.
This man is worthy of being a great cultivator of God Transformation. He reacted in just a moment. His face was extremely solemn. Qin Xuan's speed was so fast that he didn't even have time to condense the secrets. He could only use the power of God Transformation in his body.
The torrents swept across.
boom!
The vast magic power was like a river, rushing towards Qin Xuan.
Qin Xuan stepped on Qingze, his eyes and the corners of his mouth lit up slightly.
"How can the mere power of becoming a god stop my fists?"
"die!"
Qin Xuan's voice came out slowly, and his fist fell like a dragon breaking through the sea. In just an instant, the fists filled with the battle patterns of the Eight Desolations smashed through all the power of the god.
Then, Qin Xuan punched the body-protecting essence of the great monk who transformed into gods, breaking it like a thin mirror.
With a roar, Qin Xuan stopped and appeared behind the great monk who transformed into gods. His right hand stood horizontally. In his palm, there was a head.
The remaining three great cultivators of the Transformation of God were almost dead. They no longer had the slightest bit of pride and confidence before, "How is that possible!"
"Junior brother!"
There was fear in their voices, and they looked at this scene in disbelief.
This was a great cultivator of the middle level of transforming into gods. In an instant, his head was removed by a disciple of the Tianyun Sect who was a high-level golden elixir in front of him, and he was instantly destroyed on the spot.
Qin Xuan slowly turned around, holding his head in his hand like a demon.
The palm of his hand shook slightly, and the head turned into blood mist. Qin Xuan's expression did not change at all, as if killing a great monk who transformed into gods was like crushing ants to him.
"Huanyun Sect!?"
"In this secret realm where the True Lord is not around, I have never caused any trouble for you, but you want to round me up!"
Qin Xuan spoke slowly and looked at the three great gods with frightened eyes.
"It's a pity that you have made one mistake from beginning to end!"
"Who is the prey in this Tianxiao Pavilion!"
As soon as the sound fell, Qin Xuan suddenly stood up. Before the three great gods could recover, Qin Xuan had already appeared in front of one of them.
The great monk who was in the middle stage of transforming into gods was horrified. He roared angrily and a magic weapon like a paper crane flew out.
As the paper crane flew out, mysterious patterns appeared on it.
Paper cranes broke through the sky and came straight to Qin Xuan.
boom!
Qin Xuan's right fist collided with the paper crane, and his body was surrounded by blood and the light of the seventh-grade magic weapon.
Immediately, Qin Xuan suddenly took a step forward.
The seven hundred and twenty nine-inch gold leaves in the body were trembling crazily at this moment. In the acupoints all over the body, streaks of light golden blood flowed into the right arm. At this moment, the bloody Eight Desolate War Patterns appeared faintly.
Jin Hui.
"It's just a seventh-grade magic weapon, how can it stop me?"
From the intertwining of blood energy and precious light, a faint voice sounded.
boom!
I saw the paper crane flying upside down suddenly, its light dim, and the great cultivator of the God Transformation couldn't help but the corners of his mouth were bleeding, and his expression was pale.
"This guy is a monster! Quick, send the message to the other brothers!" The great monk of the Transformation God roared, becoming more and more frightened. A high-grade golden elixir? Can a high-grade golden elixir break through his seventh-grade magic weapon with his body?
If this child really only has the Golden Core Realm, he is definitely a monster, a real monster!
Chang Xu and others were also full of panic, but they took action without hesitation. A breast-protecting mirror appeared in the air, and a beam of light suddenly burst out from the breast-protecting mirror, covering Qin Xuan.
In this light, the air around Qin Xuan was like a copper wall and an iron wall, which was difficult to shake.
Changxu took action, and a seventh-grade flying sword burst out from his hand, heading straight for his dantian.
"It's ridiculous!"
Qin Xuan smiled indifferently, and suddenly, his body shook, and wisps of blood were like dragons, which immediately shattered the precious light into pieces.
Afterwards, Qin Xuan stepped on Qingze and used Jinpeng's body to pass by the great cultivator of the Divine Transformation Realm in front of him.
boom!
The body-protecting essence is like the moon in the water, and will shatter when touched.
From the chest of the great monk who transformed into gods, a fist mark suddenly fell into it, and the scalp-numbing sound of bone cracking was heard. Suddenly, countless Huanyun Sect clothes were broken, and blood mist spread.
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Qin Xuan emerged from the blood mist. He turned slightly, raised his palm, and clamped the seventh-grade flying sword between his two fingers. The sound of the sword sounded like the cry of a wild beast.
Qin Xuan smiled faintly, "Why don't you run away?"
Changxu and the two were horrified, looking at the figure in the blood mist as if they were seeing hell.
Immediately, as Qin Xuan said, the two of them fled frantically outside the formation. Changxu didn't even care about the magic weapon. The speed was so fast that he wished his body's cultivation level would double again.
While the two people were running for their lives, Qin Xuan smiled faintly.
Suddenly, the Eternal Sword and the Mysterious Light Dragon-Slaying Gourd appeared on his waist.
I saw a flash of sword light breaking thousands of branches, and a mysterious light sweeping across the sky.
Several miles away from Qin Xuan, a cave appeared in the dantian of the two scattered figures.
Qin Xuan smiled faintly, looking at the two fallen gods, and put all the stored magic weapons of these four gods into the Xuanguang Dragon-Slaying Gourd.
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Qin Xuan played with the sound transmission jade slips in his hand, his eyes filled with vicissitudes of life.
"It's been a long time since I've been like this, but I miss it!"
These four people sent a message to the other great monks of Huanyun Sect. Qin Xuan knew about it, but he didn't care at all.
What about Huanyun Sect?
Qin Changqing doesn't mind if he doesn't know whether to live or die...