"What is your relationship with the Zifu Holy Land..." Wang Yangzhan, the old leader of the Yin Yang Sect, moved his eyes slightly and noticed something unusual.

This mysterious existence, who is comparable to the Holy Lord, is very similar to the temperament of the Holy Lord of Zifu. The former is even better than the latter. The mana of Zifu is condensed to the extreme, which makes people feel excited.

"Did you see it?" The Holy Son of Purple Mansion said coldly.

His forehead bones shone brightly, and the spiritual thoughts tempered by the secret of "Qian" poured out like the moonlight, with shocking fluctuations, as vast as the sea, and thousands of wisps of purple flowers burst out.

An indescribably precious purple star rose and floated behind him. The two resonated, bursting out with even more terrifying power, which made people suffocate.

"It's somewhat similar to the secret techniques of Ziwei Cult, but it's even more amazing. What is the origin of this person..." Wang Yangzhan's eyes flickered and he was very cautious.

There is a holy lord, and there are holy soldiers passed down from generation to generation, and their physique is probably that of a king. If you want to fight with him, it will definitely be a life and death battle!

"It is related to the Zi Mansion, and he has learned the secret technique of the Ziwei Sect in the Central Region! Who could it be?"

"General Zifu, in the past few years, the saints and saints of Zifu Holy Land have disappeared one after another, but the soul lamp is not extinguished. Could it be the saint son of Zifu?"

"That's not right. This is the peerless Holy Master who can compete with the leader. He cannot be a young man. There are too few people like Nan Yao. The Holy Son of Zi Mansion cannot do this..."

The stone forest is very large, and the rocks have strange shapes, each of which is different. Some are like a lying cow, some are like a green tiger, and some are like a coiled phoenix, which isolates this area. In the mist outside the forest, there are elders from the Holy Land talking to themselves,

I am very curious about this mysterious man.

"The Divine General of the Purple Mansion... Titled by the Divine General, it seems to be something that happened in ancient times!" The elder Su from the Huanggu family was present, but at this moment, Lingling shivered.

In the distant past, it was an ancient era of near-gods. There was a man who swept across the world and ruled all the worlds. That man had eight great generals under his command. They pacified the eight wastelands of the universe and were invincible.

Stoppable.

"Are they from the ancient tribe?" Some people watching the battle frowned, worried about this.

In all the major holy places in Beidou, aristocratic families know the strength of the Taigu Clan. Some great sects have even issued strict orders that sect disciples are not allowed to have conflicts with the Taigu Clan. Violators will be severely punished...

"You and I are both the leader of the cult. There is an undying hatred between the Yin Yang Sect and the Holy Body. Do you really want to go through this muddy water?"

The old leader of the Yin-Yang Sect spoke in a solemn tone. The ancient Yin-Yang mirror above his head bloomed with black mist and blood. The black and red Yin-Yang diagrams rotated endlessly. Two of the small worlds were looming, exuding terrifying power!

Murderous aura surged into the sky, and the sound shook the sky. Ye Fan, who barely stood up, turned pale. He was struck by this coercion and almost fell to his knees.

At this time, a faint green light emitted from his body, full of ancient charm, bearing the marks of ancient times, and also bursting out with a saint-level aura, isolating the pressure of the saint soldiers.

"This little beast really has a secret treasure!" The old leader of the Yin Yang Sect looked cold and stern, and the murderous intention in his heart became more intense.

"The Yin-Yang Sect has lost its destiny and will encounter the disaster of exterminating the sect in the near future!"

The Holy Son of Purple Mansion said a fact in a calm tone, which caused an uproar among the spectators. Many young people were filled with enthusiasm and respected him very much.

The Yin Yang Sect is in Zhongzhou, and Eastern Wasteland plunders talented children and turns them into slaves in the sect, which is disgusting.

Taken due to the prestige of the Yin-Yang Sect, the world dare not speak a word. Now a peerless holy master has appeared and dared to challenge an ancient religion. Today, there may be a bloodbath and the death of a leader-level figure...

"I wonder where this senior comes from..."

Ye Fan was also a little pale, and at the same time he felt grateful in his heart. Although he had backup plans, he could not guarantee his survival.

After all, this time is different from before. A sect leader who has lived for more than 3,000 years is chasing after him with the holy soldiers passed down from generation to generation. Even the Taoist slayers cannot resist him. It will definitely be a catastrophic disaster.

"Arrogant! Do you really think that I dare not kill you? If you provoke the divine religion, your death is near!"

The old leader of the Yin Yang Sect shouted loudly, his white hair standing on end, thick wisps of blood flew out from his Tianling Cap, penetrated the sky, and the light hit the bullfighting, almost drowning this withered land.

He became famous two thousand years ago. At that time, he was already the master of the great religion, and his fame shocked the five regions. Now, as time has passed and he has a bone age of three thousand years, no one dares to underestimate this living fossil, knowing that he is an unfathomable person.

figure.

The Holy Son of Purple Mansion had a calm expression, his whole body was surrounded by chaotic energy, his eyes were filled with purple light, and he exuded a transcendent aura.

"Zheng!"

In an instant, a faint sword cry was heard, and a god shattered the void, flying in like a fairy light from outside the realm, reaching directly between the eyebrows of the old leader of the Yin Yang Sect. Not to mention him, even everyone watching the battle felt their bodies tearing apart.

collapse.

"Evolution of Yin and Yang!"

The white-haired old man pinched his fingers, and the Yin-Yang Holy Mirror above his head became more and more brilliant, spinning continuously and flowing out black and red mist.

The sound of the clash of golden swords shook the sky, and countless sparks emitted from the surface of the ancient mirror, which were brighter than the stars and dazzling. They narrowly blocked the ray of sword light.

"The two realms of Yin and Yang!" the old leader of the Yin and Yang Sect roared, using all his strength to activate the Yin and Yang Mirror!

"Crash!"

Big waves passed across, tides surged, and a torrent of blood flowed out, directly covering the world and turning it into a sea of ​​blood.

Not only that, the lines of the holy path began to appear on the other side of the ancient mirror, and the boundless black mist surged toward the front, carrying with it the secrets that had corroded the ages.

This is not a simple divine power attack, it contains two small worlds, and its power is unparalleled. The wave of world-destroying waves comes from far to near, causing the cultivators to change their colors and quickly retreat!

The weapons trained by the ancient saints are enough to suppress the Tao-killing King, and they are even more crushing to the Sendai monks.

"Bah!"

The Immortal Power of Feathering was flowing, and the Holy Son of Zifu was running the Mysterious Sutra, and a layer of light feathers appeared on his body, with a metallic luster, making a clanging sound, resonating with the Devouring Talisman Seal in his body.

The thin ray of chaotic origin in his sea of ​​suffering was also reviving, blending and colliding within his body, and bursts of chaotic light burst out from his palms.

This is a shocking transformation in the world. The path of emergence and the path of devouring merge into one, evolving into the true meaning of chaos!

"How is it possible that you can actually control the chaotic airflow..." The old leader of the Yin Yang Sect was very surprised, showing a look of astonishment.

Ye Fan also felt a surge of emotion. He felt the aura of "The Immortal Sutra of Yuhua" and felt a little weak. He must not be a descendant of the Yuhua Dynasty...

"Qiang!"

A purple spear appeared in the left hand of the Holy Son of Purple Mansion, which was made from the purple flame jade sacrifice. He waved the spear, and the brilliance shot out, like a hundred suns exploding, dazzling and piercing towards the opponent.

At the same time, the chaotic mana in his body surged, and the golden and jade staff in his right hand also erupted with terrifying power. The red gold of phoenix blood on the top of the staff was extremely magnificent, and bursts of red cloud flowed out, indicating initial recovery.

The terrifying star patterns covered the sky and stretched out, illuminating the sky. It was so terrifying that it directly suppressed the Yin and Yang world!

Since the quality of holy weapons is different, the mana they need to revive is also different. Weapons made from high-level materials are easier to activate.

The Yin-Yang Mirror is made from holy king-level divine materials and two small void realm sacrifices. In terms of divine power circulation, it is not as good as the gold and jade staff mixed with phoenix blood and red gold.

This is also the reason why everyone hopes to get Ji Dao Immortal Gold. This material has countless benefits. As long as you find one grain and refine it into a weapon, the quality of the weapon will be greatly improved. Its value is immeasurable and cannot be measured by divine sources.

, is the fairy material that everyone dreams of.

In an instant, the yin-yang ancient mirror and the golden and jade staff were intertwined, and the divine chain of order kept flying, making a "clang" collision sound, making Wang Yangzhan's face turn white and his breath unsteady.

In an instant, the mana in his body drained rapidly, swallowing up the bursts of chaotic energy, and he became much older in an instant.

This is not a war at all, the result is already clear!

That golden and jade scepter has become a top-grade holy weapon after Tuoyu Yuansheng's sacrifice. Ordinary holy soldiers cannot withstand its attack. If the Yin-Yang Mirror is not a great holy weapon, this battle may have already been divided.

Victory or defeat.

"Why should an old man with withered blood be born? His descendants will be dishonorable and he will only bring shame to his predecessors!" The Holy Son of Purple Mansion's eyes were blazing, the purple jade battle clothes on his body were shining, and the golden jade staff in his hand was shining brightly, and he locked onto the opponent.

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The living fossil, who was more than 3,000 years old, looked pale. He knew it was over. The opponent's magic power had a devouring quality and suppressed him. Even the holy soldiers of the ancient ancestors could not save him.

"Ah! This is a Holy Lord from the Eight Forbidden Realms, and it is more terrifying than the King's Body!"

The old leader of the Yin Yang Sect is unwilling to give up. As a leader of the generation, he has been rampant in the Big Dipper for thousands of years. He is a giant of the generation. He is as respected as the master of the Ji Dao. His majesty has not declined and he has controlled countless living beings. But now he has been targeted by others and has become

A prey, this is a humiliation, he can't resist.

"The ancestral soldiers are resurrected, the gods are awakened, give me a step to help!" He roared crazily, wanting to fight to the death.

All the monks watching within a hundred thousand miles heard it, and people's hair stood on end. For an ancient leader to scream in despair, one can only imagine what kind of despair he had fallen into.

The black and red mist flows, the mirror light diffuses, the yin and yang mirror reflects eternity, and a black dragon flies out of the black mirror, raising its head and hissing, it is really alive, exuding a dragon spirit.

On the other side, a clear phoenix cry came from the bloody world, and a ten thousand foot blood phoenix fluttered its wings, roaring to the sky and the earth, terrifying and invincible, invincible to anyone who could stand in its way, extremely terrifying.

Under the power of the black dragon and the blood phoenix, Wang Yangzhan's whole body erupted with red and black light, and his white hair began to turn black, as if he was walking against the river of time, heading towards his peak period.

He is tempering his own true blood and wants to break free from the opponent's imprisonment. The cost of doing so is very high. Burning the essence and blood will exhaust his already short lifespan, and he may die immediately after this battle.

However, with fierce soldiers at his side, the old leader has only one choice!

His whole body was shimmering, and he wanted to merge with the Yin-Yang Mirror and escape to the outside world, hoping to escape.

"Stay!"

The Holy Son of the Purple Mansion finally moved, arriving first and holding a golden and jade staff in his hand. The red gold of the phoenix blood shone extremely brightly, emitting a layer of magnificent rainbow light that was even brighter than the stars.

He waved the star staff, swirling three thousand chaotic lights, and struck at the phantom in the void, with the determination to kill the opponent in one blow.

The brilliant red light poured down like a river of stars, shattering the sky. It was vast and boundless and swept away. The stone forest was shattered into pieces, making it vulnerable to a single blow.

The old leader of the Yin-Yang Sect was horrified. He didn't care about the Yin-Yang Mirror that was entangled in the golden and jade scepter, and directly tore the void and crossed to other regions.

He knew that the Yin Yang Mirror could not be retrieved, and the opponent's holy soldiers were even more terrifying. This mysterious man was very evil and could devour other people's mana. He was not a match for him at all.

Instead of doing this, the only way to escape this disaster is to flee to other regions...

The Holy Son of Zifu was faster. He stepped on the "Xing" tactic and turned into a streak of purple lightning. He threw the spear from a distance with astonishing killing intent. A rainbow light streaked across the sky and lingered for a long time. This is the law.

Present!

The cold wind blew by, and the walls of Huaxian Pond were broken and devastated. The dry and exhausted river bed was speechless and exuded a strange aura.

No one noticed here. This deserted land didn't look like the Immortal Pond, let alone a dragon's lair.
To be continued...