"Fellow Taoist Evil Emperor, don't be afraid, it's me."
A young man with sword-browed eyebrows and star-like eyes walked out of the black mist.
"I really didn't expect that after hundreds of years, I would meet with fellow Taoist Evil Emperor on Tiandi Mountain. I wonder if you still remember Lu Xingfan in the morning?"
Turning around and looking at the smiling face, Chen Xuan immediately recalled that this young man was the true immortal Lu Xingfan who he met in the Flame Mountain of the Lower Realm.
After so long, Lu Xingfan's cultivation level has been improved to the level of the Heavenly Immortal Realm. This person specializes in the way of reconnaissance, so it is not very important to improve his realm.
In addition to Lu Xingfan, another monk appeared in the black mist, standing upright, with great majesty, and did not hide the breath of the Golden Fairyland.
"This is my master, whose Taoist name is Yunxi, and he is a parade envoy from all directions of the Heavenly Court. He is specially ordered by the Heavenly Court to capture the betrayal of the Heavenly Court and steal the shadow turbid that is the treasure of the Heavenly Court."
Chen Xuan was very surprised when he heard Lu Xingfan say this.
Unexpectedly, the majestic and steady middle-aged man in front of me was actually a "Eight-District Parade Envoy", which sounded like a very considerable status.
However, Chen Xuan has no chance to inquire carefully now, so he can only wait and see.
Yunxi sensed that Chen Xuan had a strong evil spirit. He did not talk to Chen Xuan, but his eyes were like torches that scared Qingxuan and Yingzhuo.
"Traitor, don't you impose the punishment quickly!"
"Hmph, it's too late for Tianting to send you, the hawk!" Ying Zhuo's injuries were recovered, not afraid of Yunxi's pressure. "I have been hiding on Tiandi Mountain for so many years and have already completely defiled this treasure. Now its name is
The filthy sword box!"
"Hehe, I didn't expect that the Heavenly Court only sent a Golden Immortal Realm parade here, which happened to be used to sacrifice the blood to the filthy sword box." Qingxuan sneered, not taking Yun Xi seriously.
The next moment, Yun Xi swung his right sleeve and drew a large piece of Yuan Magnetic Immortal Light containing powerful forbidden power, sweeping towards Qingxuan and Yingzhuo.
Seeing this Yuan Magnetic Immortal Light, the two of them changed their expressions and quickly used magic weapons to resist.
Qing Xuan summoned a shield made of high-level ferocious beast scale armor, blocked him, and was brushed by Yuan Ci Xian Light. The light that the shield had just emitted dimmed instantly, and then fell to the ground uncontrollably.
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On the other side, Yingzhu drove several flying swords flying out of the Ten Thousand Filth Sword Box, slashing towards the Yuanci Immortal Light.
As a result, these flying swords were exactly the same as Qingxuan's shields, and they fell to the ground one after another by the Yuan Ci Immortal Light, losing their spiritual energy.
Although it was just a sword weapon refined by Ying Zhuo from the sword tomb, not a sword native to the sword box, such losses were still unacceptable to Ying Zhuo.
The two finally discovered that the parade parade in front of them was extraordinary.
"Qingxuan, step back a little!" Ying Zhuo shouted softly, clapped the sword box with his palm, and a red sword flew out of it, instantly increasing several times, and the red light covered the sky and was extremely dazzling.
Driven by Ying Zhuo's divine thoughts, the red sword penetrated through the void and stabbed Yun Xi's eyebrows.
Yunxi did not dodge, his eyes suddenly widened, and a dazzling splendor burst out. Countless gravels instantly emerged in the void, and they were stuck to the red sword, as if they were about to turn this peerless fairy sword into a stone.
But this sword is obviously the native sword of the sword box. It is neither affected by the Yuanci Immortal Light nor is it damaged by Yunxi's petrification pupil technique. It flew around in the air, shook off the gravel, and flew back into the sword box.
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"I want to see how good you are!"
Ying Zhuo slapped the sword box again, and this time, four top-level fairy swords with different attributes flew out, forming a sword formation in the air, attacking Yunxi's front side.
At the same time, Qingxuan used a strange magical power. He muttered something and suddenly raised a smear of sand and dust. The sand and dust floated in the air, and actually had a magical effect of delaying the flow and changes of time and space.
Chen Xuan and Lu Xingfan both felt that everything around them had become slower.
Only four top-level fairy swords were not affected, and they stabbed Yun Xi very quickly.
Just when Ying Zhuo and Qingxuan thought they succeeded, Yun Xi turned into a stone and collapsed with a bang.
"not good!"
Qingxuan screamed in shock and quickly moved the soil-type road to immunity. At the same time, green light appeared all over his body, as if a thick layer of old tree bark was formed.
Yunxi is obviously a master who specializes in earth-based immortal arts, so Qingxuan wants to use wood-based defense techniques to restrain Yunxi's assault.
At this time, Yunxi appeared on the left side of Qingxuan and stretched out his big hand to grab Qingxuan's wrist.
The "old tree bark" covering Qingxuan's wrist was petrified at a speed visible to the naked eye and spread to Qingxuan's entire arm.
Seeing this, Ying Zhuo immediately pulled out an immortal sword from the sword box and slashed hard towards Yunxi's hand that grabbed Qingxuan's wrist.
Yunxi, who had expected it, grabbed the fairy sword without hesitation with his other hand, and blood oozed out of his palm.
"Even the original long sword of the Ten Thousand Filth Sword Box dares to take it with your bare hands. Is your petrification magic useful?" Ying Zhuoyin smiled and took the opportunity to launch the filthy evil magic. The fairy sword exuded its foul air and was about to penetrate the scars on Yunxi's palm.
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But how could Yunxi let Ying Zhuo succeed? His eyes burst out with grayish white light again, and Ying Zhuo's face was in the middle of the petrified pupil technique.
Ying Zhuo's entire face instantly covered a layer of stone skin. He couldn't breathe, and he felt a suffocating feeling of being suffocated to death!