Chapter 477 Who Dares to Bully Wanxiang Mountain?

In the vein, the broken spiritual restrictions were connected again under the nourishment of blood, and it rushed out between the soil and rocks like a long dragon of blood, evolving into lightning and lightning.

The moment the two red demonic energy passing through the vein touched the lightning, a blazing demonic fire ignited, and they turned into two loach-like figures with small horns on their heads.

It turned out to be two red loaches!

"The madman from Wanxiang Mountain!"

The moment the lightning flashed, a large area of ​​demonic energy was split into nothingness, causing the two red loaches to run around, but the spiritual restrictions in the vein were as dense as a spider web, and there were lightning everywhere, so there was no way to hide.

He would not hesitate to burn his essence and blood to activate the spiritual restrictions, and make himself lose his soul. Only the madman from Wanxiang Mountain could do such a thing.

Looking at the figure whose body was pierced by the spiritual restrictions and whose face became distorted because of the spiritual restrictions entering the body, the two red loaches had a chill in their eyes.

"Retreat!"

A shrill voice sounded, and the figure that merged with the spirit ban clapped his hands, and thunder flowed from his fingers, burning the flesh and blood black.

Fortunately, he didn't pay attention to Wan Yinzong, otherwise he would have been unable to control the situation.

"I have something to say that is difficult to hide. If not, why would I bother to ask for help from fellow Taoists?"

"I swear by heaven and earth, if I am pretending to lead the Yunxiao world to ascend, I will fall under the heavenly tribulation of the unity of the Dao."

Lin Huayuan said coldly, and the little man of the mind exuded a breath of death.

The old demon of the soul flag laughed strangely. After fighting with Wanxiangshan for so many years, even if his demon sect was a pig, he had already learned to be smart.

In the beating flames of the mineral vein, a figure with a charred body but connected to countless spirit bans on all sides of the mineral vein appeared.

"Hmm..."

In addition to wanting to kill Wan Yinzong, another reason was to see whether the ancestor of Wanxiang was dead or alive.

This time, the Xiandu Demon Sect and the three forces dispatched so many inner mountain elder-level cultivators at once, just to make it difficult for the Wanxiangshan elders to take care of everything.

The combat power of a group of disciples increased at once, and more than half of them entered the middle stage of the refining void, and Qin Xingchen even reached the peak of the late stage of the refining void.

"Suppress!"

"From the inside to the outside, it is no wonder that the jumping clowns came to bully."

"You are a bunch of lunatics!"

Hunting a holy land, looking at the entire Juntian Realm, except for his Xiandu Demon Sect, who else dares to lead?

"Huh!"

The old demon of the soul flag laughed and mobilized the demonic energy, heading towards Qin Xingchen.

If there is no such life as a cover, the heavenly tribulation will come to him at that time, and Shen Lian will not be able to bear it even if he has nine lives.

Several demon cultivators whispered to each other, and the old demon of the soul flag sat cross-legged on the demon flag, surrounded by wisps of demonic energy, and occasionally looked at the black cloak of the forbidden mineral vein, and ignored the old demons who spoke behind.

In fact, Shen Lian's favorite way to recruit Ji Wuxian is to exchange interests equally. I will inherit your family lineage. Anyway, you are going to die, so why not let me have it?

A cultivator like a blood-red torch rushed to the front immediately when he saw the demon cultivators' momentum collapse.

Lin Huayuan's body was beaten and bleeding, and he fell into the mineral vein.

The Xiandu Demon Sect recruited few disciples, and most of the Refining Void Realm demon cultivators were recruited from outside.

"Or he can be taken."

The soul flag that this demon sacrificed was sacrificed with blood for more than 100 million creatures, including the demon souls of the Refining Void Realm cultivators.

These demonic spirits were running wild in the flesh and blood, constantly destroying the vitality in the flesh and blood.

In addition, forcibly seizing the life, not to mention the difficulty, Shen Lian was also afraid of any sequelae. If there was a relapse when crossing the Hedao Heavenly Tribulation, and the other party had a trace of resentment, it would be a real tragic accident.

The soul flag reacted very quickly. As early as the moment Yuan Zhen appeared, it had already rolled up its magic flag and blocked the Shanhe Xuanhuang Sword with the gilded tower on the top of the flagpole.

There were more than a dozen mines guarded by the inner sect disciples of Wanxiang Mountain, and they were all sealed by several families. If they wanted to rescue them, they had to dispatch the elders of the inner mountain.

Billions of spiritual bans were like stars sweeping across the empty star sea, rolling up endless waves.

"You swore by the heavenly tribulation of the unity of the way. If you violate it, you will die without a burial place under the heavenly tribulation of the unity of the way."

A group of people went crazy together, and the demon cultivators were also frightened.

...

"The injury is a bit serious, but fortunately, it has not reached the point where it cannot be recovered."

The old demon of the soul flag cursed angrily, and threw out a magic ball when he raised his hand. This magic ball evolved in the air and enveloped the Wanxiang Mountain disciple who was about to self-destruct, forming a closed space with a radius of 100 miles.

Bad news, too reckless, dying just because of a disagreement, it might be a waste of effort.

"Ancestor!"

After repelling Yuan Zhen with one blow, the Soul Flag Demon noticed Yuan Zhen's injury, and the disciples trapped in Queshan became even more anxious.

It has been more than 4,000 years since the last time the Wanxiang Ancestor appeared.

"Old man Yuan Zhen, you are a cripple and you are here with a serious injury!"

This is a scorching cave, but there is a kind of red spiritual grass growing, which looks full of vitality.

As the voice fell, Lin Huayuan's breath in the deepest part of the mine vein calmed down again.

In the cave in the deepest part of the mine vein, Lin Huayuan, who had already fainted, opened and closed his eyes, and a purple light flashed in his eyes.

For example, today's incident, he ignited his own essence and blood without thinking about how to get through it later.

Shen Lian's spiritual sense sensed this old body. The lifespan of a cultivator in the Void Refining Realm is 30,000 years. Although Lin Huayuan has not reached that age, he is also over 20,000 years old and looks very old.

Nowadays, if anyone in Wanxiang Mountain is qualified to forcibly merge with the Dao, it must be Wan Yinzong.

In an instant, purple lightning and silver dragons appeared in the four directions of Zhen, Li, Dui, and Kan, and the spiritual ban was like a sea, rushing straight up to the sky.

The thousands of mountains and valleys that had been dispersed before emerged again. This time, the mountains were like mountains and the valleys were like abysses, and the Soul Flag Old Demon was once again pressed in.

"Brother."

If it weren't for Junior Brother Lin's death to draw out this hidden old demon, they would probably be killed by this demon here.

In another one or two hundred years, he can directly equip his clone with the power of the three-turn five-element rule.

Although the probability of forcibly merging with the Dao is not high, four cultivators in Wanxiang Mountain have fallen under the heavenly tribulation for tens of thousands of years, but the low probability does not mean that it is impossible.

The old demon of the soul flag grinned, and gently pointed his big hand downwards. The fluttering demon flag surged up, and more than ten demon souls in the realm of refining emptiness roared and rushed towards Qin Xingchen.

"My disciple is incompetent. He can't revive the sect, and he can't protect the mine. He is incompetent."

"Stop it!"

This cultivator is like most disciples of Wanxiang Mountain, with an extreme and reckless personality.

There is only one small realm between the early and middle stages of refining emptiness, and it is easy to make up for it.

"Hehe, today Wanxiang Mountain welcomes its loyal and fearless candidate ancestor and disciple."

Lin Huayuan's spiritual figure was full of cracks, and the whole soul was on the verge of collapse. A ray of lightning arcs grew in the cracks of the figure.

Qin Xingchen first ordered a senior brother to check Lin Huayuan, and then flew into the air to block the front, with the earth-yellow light interweaving around him to block a large area of ​​demonic energy outside his body.

Seeing that he couldn't pretend anymore, Shen Lian dispersed the appearance of the Hedao Patriarch and turned into a hazy soul ball.

For example, Qin Xingchen, who was in the middle stage of Lianxu outside, came to the Queshan Mine with Qin Xingchen, wanting to see if he could find an opportunity to take advantage of the opportunity.

Why did the old demon who had reached the great perfection of Lianxu attack an inconspicuous mine and deliberately seal it tightly.

"Okay, but there is one condition."

It is true that a person's blood boils in his body, but when facing a group of people who come up and fight for their lives, even demon cultivators are afraid of this kind of thing.

Seeing that Lin Huayuan was about to commit suicide.

"It's Elder Yuan Zhen!"

"Old demon, die!"

"Kill the demon!"

Just like the old demon king, the other little demons in the tribe began to stir.

"So you are an old hand. You can burn your own blood and still control it freely. But if you continue like this, it will have a big impact on yourself!"

The old demon of the soul flag showed a grim smile, "It's barely okay. After all, the quality of the refining disciples of Wanxiang Mountain is much better than the loose cultivators outside. You will enter my soul flag as a soul first, and it will be enough to leave three or two alive."

In an instant, the void roared and shook.

Good news, the candidate is indeed reckless, and it is easy to be injured in this situation, creating opportunities for him.

He muttered something in his mouth, and a bird-like phantom was derived from the spell he cast, and turned into a stream of light and rushed out of the mine.

"How do you prove it?"

The mountains and rivers on this sword are derived, sparkling, and the mountains are like forests, which have shaken thousands of acres of demonic energy into nothingness.

The demon flag fluttered in the void, and the surging demonic energy formed a demon sea of ​​thousands of acres. The other demon cultivators who followed the old demon of the soul flag gathered in the demon sea.

After breaking the electric arc, the power of the black-haired palm did not slow down much. Countless black hairs sprayed out from the palm like sharp blades and pressed on Lin Huayuan's body.

Instead of waiting, it is better to try this person who came to the door first.

You can't catch hundreds of Wanxiang Mountain disciples and try to knock their heads one by one.

"If you don't believe it, help him die and try it."

There is no majesty of a holy land here, it is simply a combination of lunatics and madness.

"The demon cub stays!"

"An old disciple of the inner sect who is more than 20,000 years old is not without advantages. I guard the mines for the sect and use my body as a demon cultivator. Who dares to doubt my loyalty to the sect."

But seeing that the cultivators of Wanxiang Mountain are so fearless of life and death, he is also a little confused.

"The little lunatic of Wanxiang Mountain still wants to use this trick."

In an instant, Qin Xingchen, who broke the attack of the old demon of the soul flag, brushed his hands over the long stick in his hand, and saw the spiral lines on the stick come alive.

"Hehe..."

The four monks from Wanxiang Mountain, who were about to explode with surging auras, gradually calmed down.

"The Soul Flag Demon is just a name for nothing!"

Thinking of this, the Soul Flag Demon couldn't help but feel overwhelmed.

Especially when Wanxiang Mountain was in decline, as long as the Wanxiang Patriarch came out to stand up, it would boost the morale of the sect and revive the sect's prosperity.

At the same time, he pounced on the soul of Shen Lian's mind.

Sensing Lin Huayuan's fluctuations, Shen Lian continued: "The one from Juntian Pavilion is a fake, using my name to cheat."

With a roar, the Xuanhuang Sword and the Soul Flag separated, and Yuan Zhen actually flew backwards.

With a 'crack', the slightly distorted void in the flames was cracked by countless lightning arcs, and a phantom like a black cloak flashed by.

"My luck is really bad. I have only trapped a few of you small fry."

At this time, Wan Yinzong, as the eldest disciple of Wanxiang Mountain, would naturally come to the rescue personally.

Looking at Qin Xingchen who was leading his fellow disciples to attack the siege formation, Shen Lian couldn't help but think.

"Ah!"

Between the earth and rocks of the mineral vein, the power of space slowly opened up, forming a small passage-like corridor that went straight into the deepest part of the mineral vein.

In desperation, a stream of light penetrated into Lin Huayuan's sea of ​​spiritual thoughts again, and spread out in the air to form a Houtu Talisman.

Black fire suddenly pulsed everywhere in the entire Divine Mind Sea.

"You may be able to compete with me if you practice for another thousand years, but you are not qualified now!"

Maybe it would be a good idea to choose Lin Huayuan. After all, who could enter the Wanxiang Mountain Gate was not a genius before, but Lin Huayuan lacked some luck.

What conspiracy does the Demon Sect have?

…

Yuan Zhen was knocked back, and there was a black demonic water flowing from his chest, swallowing up his vitality.

The disciples of Wanxiang Mountain are really the ones who don’t want their lives. Is it possible to do something like burning the essence and blood of one’s own life on a whim?

The disciples of Wanxiang Mountain did this.

"I'm fine."

"Senior Brother Qin!"

The thunder vortex released an astonishing coercion, erupting waves of rolling earth-moving divine thunder.

However, the sequelae of burning the essence and blood are not easy to make up for. All the monks, including Qin Xingchen, looked like nothing, but they all suffered different losses.

After killing two demonic loaches with one blow, Lin Huayuan's body had turned into a bloody man, and most of his body had been fused with the spirit prison.

…

Boom!

In an instant, countless lightning strikes struck the void.

Then there is no secret to doing this, and Wanxiangshan might come looking for them before they catch a few.

At this moment, an old demon with the level of an inner mountain elder from the Demon Sect appears here, which is a real disaster.

Without saying anything useless, Shen Lian said, "When you and I become one, they are also my senior brothers."

"Gugu..."

Within the lightning, two red loaches screamed in pain, and balls of blood exploded from their bodies. Their bodies hit the mine one after another, shattering large pieces of earth and stone, and creating a cracked area that stretched for more than ten miles.

If one is knocked out of consciousness and is in a 'living dead' state, one can slowly erode one's life bit by bit, but this 'living dead' state is somewhat difficult to defeat and requires a little bit of luck.

"Even the old devil of Refining the Void Dzogchen was vaguely aware of my body-melting mineral vein spiritual restraint, but he didn't find out where you were hiding. This shouldn't be difficult for you, right?"

In fact, he also had top-grade five spiritual roots back then, and his talent was also one in a million, otherwise he would not have been able to advance to the early stage of Void Refining.

"Junior brother Lin!"

One of the targets is Wan Yinzong, the great disciple of Wanxiang Mountain.

"Ancestor, where have you gone?"

Ordinary demonic cultivators are like leeks in the mortal world. Just kill a batch and then gather another batch. The most indispensable thing in the vast fairy world is demonic cultivators.

After another long silence, Lin Huayuan's mouth moved, "Can I do it with this talent?"

"Senior Brother Qin, we will send you out!"

"The spirit ban here in the mine is still strong enough to fight. Unfortunately, it fell into the hands of the formation master. Let's see how the master turns decay into magic."

Amidst the roar, the magic weapon cloak flew out with a mournful cry, and the sound of shattering sounded in the sky above the Queshan Mine.

In the ranking of the old demons of the Xiandu Demon Sect, this Soul Flag Old Demon is ranked in the top five. If placed in Wanxiang Mountain, he would be among the inner mountain elders or true disciples.

"Open a way for senior brother!"

"Fellow Daoist Lin regards the sect as his home. Now his soul is almost withered. He may not even be able to enter reincarnation. Since his heart is devoted to the sect, wouldn't it be a pity to wither in the world like this?"

But there are only so many inner mountain elders in Wanxiang Mountain. If there are enough left to be in charge of the sect, and after excluding those who are in charge of some important mineral veins, there will be only a few people who can flexibly maneuver.

The probability is as high as 98%.

"The great horror between life and death suddenly dawned on me. The palm formation technique and the Jin realm seem to be reasonable."

The powerful power made Qin Xingchen groan, but he did not retreat. As the blood and energy surged around his body, he suddenly transformed into a size of more than ten feet, with a long black-yellow spiral pattern in his hand.

Well, this can be considered a white lie.

"I understand the five elements, yin and yang, control the soul path and space, and defeat the late stage of virtual refining in the early stage of refining the void..."

The demon cultivators who were sitting cross-legged in the demonic aura had already jumped up and down in all directions.

The next moment, Qin Xingchen's voice exploded in the sea of ​​spiritual thoughts of other junior brothers.

The old demon of Soul Flag roared angrily.

"Stop, I swear!"

In the vast sea of ​​​​stars, a fleeing light came towards the Queshan mine veins like lightning. Before the fleeing light came close, a black-yellow sword light emitted and slashed down in the direction of the demon flag.

The broken spiritual villain continued to lose broken soul power while whimpering.

As soon as the words fell, the soul flag turned into a black shadow, rolled up a torrent of demonic energy, and crashed into Qin Xingchen.

"Let's see who dies first!"

"The old demon Soul Banner appeared in the Queshan Mine. The Xiandu Demon Sect must have some conspiracy. Let the elders of the sect know the sudden change here and make preparations in advance."

Recklessness is just the surface, madness is the core.

The general trend makes up for it, and the old bird is still flying.

"If fellow Taoist lends his life to me and advances to Hedao in the future, he will pass down Wanxiang Mountain in the name of fellow Taoist. This is also fellow Taoist's ambition."

Shen Lian, who has broken through to the middle stage of Void Refining several times, if he is still stuck on breaking through, then just give up on Lin Huayuan.

This time, the Xiandu Demon Sect united with three other forces in the Void Star Sea: Boxu Cave, Ten Thousand Demons Palace, and the Hidden Blood Sect, and attacked Wanxiang Mountain's dozen mineral veins in the Void Star Sea.

"It seems that there is really no one in Wanxiang Mountain!"

This atmosphere in Wanxiang Mountain is not very good. After joining the sect, the old ancestor Huncheng must change it. It's not that it can't be changed, but it's too reckless. You still have to hide when you need to hide. Too hard will easily break.

There is no way. The arrival of the clear and turbid tide this time has allowed Wanxiang Mountain to obtain a lot of resources. Once these resources are transformed into strength, the advantages that the Xiandu Demon Sect has gained little by little over the years will be instantly beaten back to their original form.

"My life span is less than 3,000 years."

But the old demon of the soul flag reacted quickly. The magic flag rolled up lightly and tore open the mountain shadows falling from the sky, and the demon shadows surged out like a raging tide.

Qin Xingchen, who was surrounded by blood, rushed out and pulled back the four junior brothers who were full of magic power.

Trapped in the mine, the demon cultivator must want other cultivators in the sect to rescue them. They are just bait.

When encountering Heiya, Ziyang is a man of many minds. Shen Lian has many ways to deal with it, and facing this cultivator who is not afraid of death, no one can do anything.

Seeing that Senior Brother Qin, who had the strongest fighting power, was repelled by the old demon, the other Wanxiangshan disciples present were extremely anxious.

"It's so hard to exchange sincerity for sincerity."

Lin Huayuan was still practicing both the Dharma and the body, otherwise his physical body would have completely collapsed long ago.

"Wanxiangshan has not produced any good disciples in all these years. Could it be that they have ruined themselves?"

...

"You demon cub from the Immortal Crossing Demon Sect, don't waste your efforts."

In the dark, Shen Lian watched the whole fight that started strong but ended badly.

Lin Huayuan's little man with cracked divine thoughts stared at the rolling soul ball.

A purple light like a star appeared in the dry sea of ​​divine thoughts, and an old figure appeared in the purple light.

"I swear on the immortal path that I am definitely not a cultivator of the Demon Sect."

As long as he breaks through the three small realms of the middle, late, and perfect realms of the Refining Void in the next five thousand years, the matter of life span will no longer be an imminent matter.

Boom!

A roar sounded again over the Queshan Mine. It was Qin Xingchen and his disciples bombarding the seal. Amid the surging demonic energy, a magic treasure like a cloak could be seen hanging in the air, sealing off Queshan.

The sound of crying turned into a raging rage.

"Boom!"

Seeing that Lin Huayuan's soul was on the verge of self-separation and collapse, Shen Lian quickly expressed his mind.

The figure of the old demon Soul Flag flashed back and forth, and the remaining demons naturally did not dare to stay any longer, and fled out of the seal in a panic.

Although he was shouting, he was also muttering in his heart, wouldn't the old man Yuan Zhen come here on purpose to find him and die together?

As long as Wan Yinzong came out of the mountain, he would run into the trap they set. Even if he couldn't kill Wan Yinzong, he would have to severely injure him and destroy his foundation.

...

The relevant detailed information turned into a stream of light and sank into Lin Huayuan's broken mind figure.

This time he came to this unimportant mine in person, and brought more than ten refining magic cultivators with him, so he was not idle.

The magic flag was rolling, the magic energy was surging, and these auras gathered together, even the strongest Qin Xingchen felt a palpitation of being trapped in a vortex.

As an old inner sect disciple for more than 20,000 years, Lin Huayuan had naturally seen the Wanxiang Ancestor. Such a cultivator whose realm was stuck in the early stage of refining the void actually had such deep feelings for the sect.

Waves of gravity swept in all directions, giving birth to countless earth-yellow long snakes, and smashed the surging magic energy into slag.

A moment later, in the dry sea of ​​divine thoughts, the cracked soul of Lin Huayuan woke up under a hint of innate purple light.

"Ancestor!"

Their Xiandu Demon Sect had been entangled with Wanxiang Mountain for three or four thousand years, but they didn't want Wanyin Sect to really merge with the Tao.

Although the Hedao Patriarch of Wanxiang Mountain has not come out for four thousand years, his appearance is still circulated.

In an instant, a wisp of magic fire exploded in the land of fire, and a demon shadow covered with black hair emerged from the flames. He slapped his palm lightly, and the dragon-like lightning arc was easily torn apart under his palm.

After speaking, a series of thunder spirit bans poured out from the mine cave like a chain, each of which was attached with dazzling arcs, dragging Lin Huayuan's body out of the mine vein and standing among many flames.

"Brother, the mine vein is sealed around, and the news cannot be spread."

"These little brats in Wanxiang Mountain are getting harder and harder to deal with. They fight with their lives for their lives at the slightest disagreement. This is not even giving up the immortal path. I am really scared!"

The thoughts wandering in the cave, after a while, floated towards Lin Huayuan.

These crazy people, who always give themselves a last battle on the road of cultivation, who can not be afraid

This is the experience gained from fighting with the monks of Wanxiang Mountain for many years.

At that time, he was still in Yunxiao Realm preparing for his ascension.

In the deep pit of the mine, Qin Xingchen, who was several feet tall, looked a little pale. The blazing blood on his body kept annihilating the demonic energy, but the demonic energy seemed to be endless and kept emerging from his body.

Therefore, this mine is not impossible to give up, so the demonic cultivators who came to spy in the past were only at the middle stage of the refining void.

Sea of ​​​​Divine Mind.

"The jumping clowns are bullying us!"

Amidst the thunder, a shout rang out in the mine, but the shouting sound was quickly suppressed by the surging thunder sound.

"Hide your head and show your tail, nothing more!"

Qin Xingchen's expression changed when he heard the voice, but he immediately returned to normal.

"Junior Brother Lin!"

"I am also a disciple of Wanxiang Mountain!"

She cried like rain, making Shen Lian have the impulse to cry.

Instantly, the thunder formed two balls in the mine, covering the two red loaches.

…

Outside the Queshan Mine.

Soul Flag snorted coldly, which immediately shocked the other demon cultivators present and made them lower their eyebrows and look docile.

“Since you are looking for death, this demon will accept you!”

Only when two people are in love can they be in harmony with each other.

Above the Queshan Mine, the Wanxiangshan disciples who were fighting with the Demon Sect’s Lianxu cultivators, one by one, had blood and fire burning on their bodies, evolving into a scene of a surging sea of ​​blood.

“Thunder Gathering!”

They trapped but did not kill, waiting for the Wanxiangshan cultivators to come to the rescue.

When the old demon Soul Flag screamed, four more figures rushed out with their magic power.

Qin Xingchen’s magic energy exploded and smashed into the mine.

This matter must not be sloppy, even if you use more sincerity at this moment, you have to get the sincerity of others.

The sword ball released boundless Xuanhuang aura in the air, and in an instant, thousands of sword-qi mountains evolved, falling towards the suspended magic cloak.

Shen Lian has been practicing for more than 9,000 years, and this is the first time he has been called a scumbag, but he only admits that he is the fourth word.

Although the disciples of Wanxiang Mountain fight like crazy, they are disciples of the Hedao Holy Land after all, and the improvement they get after refining is much stronger than the refining cultivators of small families outside.

Boom!

Lin Huayuan's expression was condensed, and his thoughts were a little unresponsive, but he reacted immediately.

While his thoughts were wandering, Shen Lian had an idea. In order to infiltrate Wanxiang Mountain, he selected nearly ten candidates for inner disciples.

This scene frightened the surrounding demon cultivators, and they began to run around.

"Woo woo..."

Over the years, the number of times the Xiandu Demon Sect invaded Wanxiang Mountain has long been countless, and the number of cultivators who died on both sides has long been uncountable. This kind of move is at most a lose-lose situation.

In the steaming space, the void was slightly distorted, and red flames were wandering around Lin Huayuan.

"It's not time yet, everyone be honest, you will benefit."

As for talent, it is not a problem. The most important condition for Shen Lian to choose a clone is the five spiritual roots.

The ancestor of the Hedao of Wanxiang Mountain is very old. Many forces have come here to smell the smell, but everyone is watching. Only the Xiandu Demon Sect is stubborn and has been fighting with Wanxiang Mountain for three or four thousand years.

Although the old demon Hunqi has only been promoted to the great perfection of Lianxu for a few hundred years, it still makes Qin Xingchen a little difficult to resist. If it were someone else, this attack would have been directly demonized.

"Old demon Hunqi!"

"It doesn't matter. Advancing to the middle stage of Lianxu can increase your lifespan by thousands of years. There are also the late stage of Lianxu and the great perfection of Lianxu, which is enough to advance to Hedao."

This is a hunt!

Hunting in the holy land of Hedao!

"Become the demon soul of this demon!"

Seeing that the thunder did not break the forbidden formation, the disciple who cast the thunder spell rushed straight towards the ban.

"My name is Pei Tianlan."

At this time, the inner disciple Li Yanchong suddenly exclaimed. After noticing the appearance of the soul flag demon, he immediately took out the communication jade talisman, but no news was transmitted at all.

"I will use your identity to help you revive Wanxiang Mountain."

The disciple Lin Huayuan, who was previously a fusion formation, leaned against the rock wall of the deepest mineral vein.

The core of the method of turning one qi into three pure is the cultivator's natal mark. The mark of each living being is unique, which is why the heavenly tribulation can accurately lock everyone.

I will give you all the fame and fortune, and I will use your body and natal mark.

Several escape lights shot out from the mineral vein, but were blocked a hundred feet away by the lightning light set up by the blood man.

Lin Huayuan, who had merged with the spiritual restriction in the mine, was thrown down like a rag under this palm, and the lightning spiritual restriction surrounding his body crackled and shattered, turning into billions of arcs of electricity.

On the natal talisman array suspended in the Dantian Sea, a vague and slightly old figure was shrouded in a vague purple light, standing on a colorful chess piece.

After being slapped into the mine by the old demon, he was sent here by a disciple of Wanxiang Mountain.

"Haha, even if Wanxiang Mountain is a holy place of Hedao, it can't stand this kind of fighting style."

He didn't hide it. Our main point is sincerity, sincerity for sincerity.

Did this old guy die a long time ago?

Yuan Zhen let out a long roar, his beard and hair danced wildly, and his momentum began to rise step by step, and the boiling blood made a roar.

If Qin Xingchen really rushed himself too much next, the worst thing would be to take it as an extra clone.

The dark yellow sword energy dissipated, revealing Yuan Zhen with a resolute face. Then the void sounded again, and the mountain and river sword energy rolled up the boundless airflow and smashed towards the soul flag old demon.

"You deserve to die for pretending to be the ancestor!"

A series of dark yellow armor shields were derived, blocking the demon soul that pounced down for a while, but it knocked Qin Xingchen out again, and his injuries were aggravated again.

"Evil thief, I wish I could eat your flesh!"

The strategy of attracting Wan Yinzong to appear was not very clever, in simple terms, it was to lure the snake out of the hole.

In the blink of an eye, several years passed.

I didn't know enough about the degree of madness of the disciples of Wanxiang Mountain. This was too wrong. I should have thought of it as early as when I met the warrior who dared to save people under the heavenly tribulation.

The Xiandu Demon Sect even sent out the soul flag old demon. I'm afraid it will be a bloody battle today.

The disciples of Wanxiang Mountain are different. Starting from the seedlings of immortals, it costs an unimaginable price to cultivate them.

The sea of ​​divine consciousness was somewhat dry, and the spiritual light flickered like a candle flame, as if it would be extinguished in the next moment.

At this moment, Shen Lian could not help but raise his eyebrows.

Then, he took out a sword ball and threw it at the spiritual ban that sealed the Queshan mine.

"Kill!"

These recruited demon cultivators naturally understood their status, but they could not resist the generosity of the Xiandu Demon Sect, and there were always demon cultivators who could not resist the temptation of resources.

If they could not self-destruct, they would directly choose to end their lives. How the hell can they communicate with each other?

"Waste!"

After a long time, a demon cultivator in the middle stage of the refining void could not help but speak.

"Why do you do that?"

But a ray of purple light spread faster than the black flame in the sea of ​​divine thoughts, and a number of innate runes were derived to bind the little man of Lin Huayuan's divine thoughts who rushed over.

In addition, a demon sect sent a demon head of the refining void to bring more than ten refining void demon cultivators to besiege a not-so-important mine. This is obviously a conspiracy.

But even so, Qin Xingchen still couldn't figure out the purpose of doing this.

Shen Lian persuaded earnestly. Although it seemed to be long-winded at the moment, it made people willingly give up their natal marks, which would save a lot of trouble in the future.

Holding the Lingbao long stick with both hands, he smashed it hard at the attacking demonic energy.

"Ancestor, they are bullying us!"

The realm of the cultivator comes first. The inner disciples who are more than 20,000 years old call everyone senior brother. This is a bit outrageous.

The Shanhe Xuanhuang Sword in his hand rolled up the sword energy all over the sky, and suddenly enveloped the old demon of the soul flag.

Sometimes, it's just a little bit of luck.

"Open the blood demon cloak, and don't let any Wanxiangshan disciples go!"

A head of bloody weird blood demon beasts rushed out of the cloak and rushed towards the disciples of Wanxiangshan.

"My fellow disciples, I will take the opportunity to blast open the ban. If you can go, one is one."

"You know a little about the formation, not bad, the foundation is better than expected."

It's okay to talk, don't be reckless, I'm really afraid of you reckless people.

Combined with the previous retreat of the old demon head of the great perfection of Lianxu, although there is a probability of being scared away by the self-explosion of the disciples of Wanxiangshan, it can still be seen that the purpose of the demon cultivator is to encircle this mine.

An old demon subconsciously dodged.

"The demon sect cultivators have infiltrated the mine veins. The situation is unclear. Let me explore the way!"

The Queshan mine vein is not a spiritual crystal mine vein, but a sixth-level red fire mine vein. It mainly produces three types of minerals with the attributes of fire, gold, and earth. The last time the seventh-level divine gold appeared was tens of thousands of years ago.

Wanxiang Mountain is really old, so old that even some demon cultivators dare to touch its beard.

"Fellow Daoist Lin, if I have other bad intentions towards Wanxiang Mountain, let the Hedao Heavenly Tribulation kill me."

According to the various information collected, the demon sect that is fighting with Wanxiang Mountain is called Xiandu Demon Sect, and the sect master is called Xiandu, but he has not revealed his true body until now.

"Brother Qin, go!"

A large area of ​​demonic energy was blown up, and the gravity rules derived from the dark yellow long stick crushed the demon shadows derived from the demonic energy one by one and caused them to explode and die.

…

Otherwise, Qin Xingchen would not have accepted the order to come here to take charge.

He boasted about himself as much as he could. Anyway, whether it succeeded or not, Lin Huayuan would not survive, so he could talk about the truth and falsehood.

In the interlayer of the space, Shen Lian sat cross-legged.

"The demon cub of the Xiandu Demon Sect, Lin Huayuan, the inner disciple of Wanxiang Mountain, is not dead yet!"

More than a dozen Wanxiang Mountain disciples turned into blood and fire, and suppressed the monstrous demonic energy in an instant.

In the magic ball, blood and energy rolled, and the blazing energy pierced countless holes in the magic ball. The energy shot in all directions like a sharp sword, but it also suppressed the range of the self-destruction.

At this moment, the blazing blood ignited a ball of blood and fire, and the boiling blood made a gurgling sound.

But just when he flew to the edge of the mine, he was crushed by a demon shadow falling from the sky.

At this moment, Lin Huayuan was not dead, but he was at the point of wandering like a thread.

For a moment, Lin Huayuan cried like a child over 20,000 years old.

Seeing Lin Huayuan's soul stabilized again, Shen Lian breathed a sigh of relief.

Daoist friend, you misunderstood me.

I don't communicate with you much at all, what should I do.

"Yes, in the vast sea of ​​stars, our combat power is not as good as my senior brother. If the demon clan has a conspiracy, there must be a back-up plan. Only my senior brother can break out with the strongest combat power."

The old demon with the soul flag roared and sacrificed his own natal demon flag, and he did not get too close to Yuan Zhen.

After a long silence, Lin Huayuan spoke slowly.

Qin Xingchen retreated step by step, but a layer of blood-colored bubbles rolled up on his body. The momentum on his body suddenly increased, and he took advantage of the situation to annihilate all the demonic energy flowing in his body.

Behind this demon, there were more than a dozen demon shadows looming, each making strange sounds.

For an old Hedao cultivator, it is very abnormal not to appear all the time.

The big flag with rolling demonic flames rolled up, and he quickly retreated to the rear. Don't mess with anyone who doesn't care about life.

Fortunately, this cultivator has lived for more than 20,000 years, and his spirit is still there, but not much. If it were replaced by Qin Xingchen, one of the few strong men in the inner sect, who is younger and more reckless, it would be even more difficult.

But for so long, the Wanxiang Patriarch has been in seclusion, which makes people suspicious.

The appearance of the Soul Flag Old Demon shows that there must be an accident, and the Duxian Demon Sect must have a conspiracy.

"The great way of heaven and earth is a mirror. If I want to harm Wanxiang Mountain in the slightest, I will die under the heavenly calamity."

"Run, the madman is going to self-destruct again!"

No one can cure the madman when he goes crazy. He wants to seize the natal mark in the soul and transform it into a clone. At that time, he will not be directly self-destructed.

More than ten Wanxiang Mountain disciples couldn't help but be shocked when they saw this scene.

I saw this cultivator raising his hands, and dazzling earth-yellow thunder emerged. A harsh explosion sounded, and a thunder vortex the size of a fist took shape.

At this moment, he wished he could go up and give this old inner disciple a slap in the face and tell him viciously that he was the great foreign aid of Wanxiang Mountain.

"I planted flowers with intention but they didn't bloom, but I didn't intend to plant willows to create shade. I didn't expect that I chose Lin Huayuan after much selection."

After the thunder light was derived, the surrounding fire energy was attracted and kept flying into the thunder vortex, making the sound of thunder louder and louder. Thick electric arcs were derived and blasted into the air like thunder coming into the world. .

In the demonic aura, strange screams appeared like ghosts, so that the minds of the Wanxiang Mountain disciples in the mines were shaken, and two of them even vomited blood in despair.

After being imprisoned by the body-melting formation, it caused irreparable damage to his soul. It was never easy for a broken soul to re-enter reincarnation.

Hearing the sound, the demon cultivators who had been scattered before rolled up the monstrous demonic energy and rushed towards the direction of the Queshan mine veins. Each one of them muttered something, and the magic weapon cloak that had been blown away before exploded with bloody runes. They were all big, and even more shrill beast roars sounded.

"Rescue these senior brothers who are trapped in the Queshan Mine."

"The demon bastard of the Xiandu Demon Sect, Lin Huayuan, the inner disciple of Wanxiang Mountain, is here!"

Don't doubt the potential of a holy land. Once the resources are in place and the potential is squeezed, it can still usher in a burst of explosions.

The long stick that was several feet long formed a shadow that was hundreds of feet in size in the air, and collided with the demonic energy that filled the sky.

For example, Hedao Heavenly Tribulation.

But the hanging magic cloak was a strange magic weapon they had never seen before, and it actually had the effect of sealing off space.

Now, Shen Lian brings his luck to invest in the company.

"In this case, fellow Taoist, just go to the mountain gate and worship directly. I, Wanxiang Mountain, will treat you sincerely."

Although according to Wanxiang Mountain's ethos, the previously selected candidates are more likely to be seriously injured than other sect monks, there is no way to tell when they will become like Lin Huayuan.

He looked at the little Shen Nian man who was stunned for a moment, then struggled and staggered to his feet, crawling in front of the purple light shadow, trying to hold his legs with both hands.

It's easy to seize a person's soul and search for it, but it's too difficult to replace the mark of one's destiny. This is different from refining a puppet. If you don't agree, you can only fight.

At this moment, Lin Huayuan, who was lying at his feet, suddenly became fierce with his spiritual thoughts, and the broken spiritual villain ignited black flames.

"Boom!"

With a roar, all kinds of thunder gathered together and rushed towards a flame in the distance.

The disciples of Wanxiang Mountain who were trapped in the Queshan mine vein couldn't help but exclaimed in excitement when they saw the black and yellow sword energy derived from the mountains and rivers in the void.

In an instant, the rolled up gravitational shadow spawned thousands of mountains and ridges, and suddenly pressed down on the Old Demon Soul Flag.

By burning your natal essence and blood, you can gain stronger combat power. By burning your natal soul, you won't even have the chance to reincarnate.

Many of the more than ten disciples have understood the rules of gravity. Under the reflection of blood and fire, gravity has formed a field-like scene, which suppresses the demon cultivator and makes him run around with his head in his hands!

"Senior Hunqi, when are we going to kill all these brats?"

"You guys, you guys, don't expect to get the slightest bit of sect information from me."

He was really afraid that as soon as he opened his mouth, the remnant soul of Junior Brother Lin would directly say, "The traitor shall die."

"Send Senior Brother Qin out!"

"The ants in the early stage of refining the void actually destroyed my hiding place. I really deserve to die!"

The Xiandu Demon Sect has been fighting against the Wanxiang Mountain in the Void Star Sea for many years, and has a comprehensive understanding of the Wan Yin Sect.

A demon flag appeared in the hand of the figure who had just taken the black palm. The demonic energy gathered in the hunting room of the banner. Demonic shadows emerged from the demonic energy, spreading across the sky and turning into a demonic army.

withdraw!

The strange cry of the soul flag stopped abruptly. Although several monks in the early stage of Void Refining's self-destruction could not save him, they could not avoid the impact. It would not be good if he really suffered serious injuries.

This guy is prone to self-destruction. Not only is the demon cultivator afraid, he is also afraid.

Boom!

At this moment, deafening roars rang out from all sides of the Queshan Mine, and wisps of demonic energy shot into the sky, covering the flames gushing out from the Fire Spirit Veins deep in the mine.

At this moment, Qin Xingchen and other disciples who were trapped in the Queshan mine veins were constantly trying to bombard the formation that blocked the mine veins.

It's all for Wanxiang Mountain. I think Ancestor Wanxiang will understand him if he knows about it.

"Kill out!"

Seeing this scene, the other disciples present who were fighting against the demon cultivator couldn't help but feel even more desperate.

Therefore, the shadow of the old man emerging from the sea of ​​spiritual thoughts at this moment looks like the ancestor of Hedao from Wanxiang Mountain.

This move was really cruel to him, and the effect was very good. It directly scared away a demon cultivator who was practicing Void Perfection.

Although Elder Yuan Zhen is missing an arm and a leg and is lame, he was once a solid Dzogchen cultivator.

"At this time, the sect is shrouded in conspiracy. This is your first appearance, so you must pretend... and be sure to do it right!"

The reason why the Xiandu Demon Sect has been able to compete with Wanxiang Mountain for so many years is not only because the ancestor of Wanxiang Mountain has not appeared for a long time, but also has to do with its own sect system.

Boom!

Each of the demon cultivators who rushed over were shrouded in spiritual restraints and roared in pain. The spiritual restraints poured into the demon body like snakes, causing them to fall down one by one from high altitude.

Each one's body was twitching, as if there was a leak of air, and the demonic energy was constantly erupting from the body, and then the body exploded.