Fairy way

Patriarch Bai Wuzong has great confidence in Wen Xinhui.

I just hate myself why I didn't invite the monks from the Wenxinhui to sit in the town, but instead tried to force myself to guard it.

It was so unexpected.

Because the battle has been settled, the Holy Land has its owner.

According to the rules, there should be no further snatching.

Unless someone breaks the rules and wants to start a full-scale battle, the kind that will never die.

The Patriarch of the Baiwu Sect naturally did not expect that someone in the northern border would dare to directly declare war on the Wenxinhui.

"Wenxinhui?" Nanxuancheng's face was indifferent when he heard the words: "A faction that has never been heard of, the ridiculous curse before death, just makes your death look more pitiful."

The Patriarch of Baiwu Sect laughed out loud, but his body was covered with wounds and blood, making his laughter look bleak and vicissitudes: "It's ridiculous, you don't even know how powerful Wenxin can be!"

He hasn't died yet, but he doesn't want to beg for mercy before he dies.

But his words filled the eyes of the cultivators in the Unreal Valley with pity.

It was like watching a babbling patient who was about to die in his own fantasy.

Nan Xuancheng said indifferently: "You don't understand what these holy places represent at all, and you, the forces occupying the holy places, can't possibly understand what you are about to face."

What is represented behind that is a powerful force that even the Unreal Valley can't resist.

And how do the sects in these small places in northern Xinjiang know this?

Zhongzhou is the most prosperous place for cultivating immortals in the spiritual world, and northern Xinjiang is of course worse, so monks in Zhongzhou always think that northern Xinjiang is weak.

"Bah." The Patriarch of Baiwu Sect let out a loud bah.

He just felt that the other party was trying to be strong and pretend to be ruthless.

Nanxuancheng glanced at the other party coldly, then the five-color wings in front of him trembled slightly, and the light flowed, and the mysterious light pierced through the body of the Patriarch Baiwuzong.

The pupils of Bai Wuzong's lord lost their vitality, and their vitality was cut off.

At this point, the entire Bai Wuzong family was destroyed.

"Leave a group of people to guard here, set up a large formation, and never allow it to be captured by outsiders." Nanxuan City issued an order.

In his opinion, the Holy Land now belongs to the Unreal Valley.

"Follow the order of the valley owner."

The monks in the Unreal Valley began to get busy quickly.

But Nan Xuancheng did not choose to leave immediately.

Although it is necessary to seize the time to occupy other holy places, so as to seek more benefits.

But keeping the ratio is more important.

The formation was slowly completed, and a faint black mist floated out to cover everything. The lake surface turned into a swamp, and the mud and rocks turned into barren soil. When the sun shines on it, it seems to be submerged in an endless forest, silently dimming.

This is a top-notch shielding formation. With this formation, people who don't know the location of the Holy Land will never be able to find the Holy Land again.

"Let's go." Nan Xuancheng was about to leave.

However, it was discovered that the originally cloudless sky was now covered with large swaths of blue clouds.

The Qingyun, which was clearly clear and dirty, was extremely low at this moment, like a dark cloud that destroyed a city, full of oppression.

The monk in Unreal Valley raised his head curiously: "What is that?"

Nan Xuancheng frowned, feeling a slight change in the avenue, and then he vaguely saw a terrifying blue light falling from the sky.

"Get out of the way!!" Nan Xuancheng roared.

I saw a majestic cyan sword energy that was ten thousand feet long falling from the sky, cutting off the clouds and clouds, splitting the space and the breeze, and slashing straight towards the holy land.

This scene frightened the monks in the Unreal Valley to avoid.

They knew very well that the large formation they had arranged could not resist this sword energy at all.

Even Nanxuan City, facing this sudden and terrifying sword energy, can only avoid its edge.

boom!

The cyan sword energy cut down.

Sure enough, the large formation that had been arranged with great difficulty was directly split in two, and the huge formation fell apart like a deflated balloon in an instant, turning into ruins all over the place.

"Who is it?!" The cultivator in the Unreal Valley was shocked.

The power of this sword made them feel a great sense of oppression.

I saw Qingyun dissipate.

A total of nine semi-holy monks stood in midair, with evil spirits coming.

Among them, Jiang Chen had the most elegant temperament, and Jiang Chen, who was shrouded in azure light, naturally attracted the attention of everyone in Youhuan Valley the most.

"Peak Half Saint!" Everyone in the Unreal Valley could not help but tremble.

You must know that those who can reach this level are already standing at the peak of the spirit world.

Not to mention there are eight other half-holy monks with good breath.

This is probably not enough for the opponent to move the entire Unreal Valley.

Lin Xi was full of evil spirit, and the power of Shura swept across the world, as if transformed into an ancient god and demon, and the bloody spiritual power was as sticky as fresh blood at this moment.

"Where are the people from Bai Wuzong?" Lin Xi roared, his voice was like the roar of the abyss, and the monks of Youhuan Valley retreated in shock.

The person in front of him clearly has not reached the realm of fusion.

But the pressure it brings makes them extremely frightened.

Become the presence with the most terrifying and hideous presence besides the semi-holy monks.

Nan Xuancheng narrowed his eyes slowly, revealing a bit of coldness. Even in the face of the nine and a half saints, he still showed no sign of fear.

At this level, the Dao heart is stable, and the mind is naturally strong enough.

"Are you from Wenxinhui?" Nanxuancheng asked indifferently.

Lin Xi was even more furious at this moment, Fa Yin melted into Shura's mind, and growled: "I'm asking you, where are the people from Bai Wuzong?"

Except for Nanxuan City, the other cultivators in the Unreal Valley felt trembling, as if they were facing a wild beast, and their eyes turned black.

The nine and a half saints looked at Nanxuan City indifferently.

The suffocating feeling made Nan Xuancheng feel a little powerless.

He didn't understand why the other party asked a fit monk to represent the conversation.

"Hmph, it's all over the place, you can find it yourself." Nanxuancheng felt that he was offended, so he was naturally very rude.

Lin Xi glanced across the messy holy land.

There had been a fight, and the corpses were everywhere.

Although the blood was washed away by the lake water, the corpse was too late to clean up. In addition, Jiang Chen cut through the formation with a sword, and all kinds of formation flag materials were scattered together, making it even more chaotic.

At this time, Xiao Qianyou flew over from behind, ready to enter the Holy Land to find something.

"What are you doing!" The cultivators in the Unreal Valley all sacrificed magic weapons to stop Xiao Qianyou.

This holy place belongs to them.

Xiao Qianyou was stopped, his eyes were full of anger, but he didn't dare to attack casually.

The murderous intent in Qingxia's beautiful eyes bloomed like a ray of sunshine, and she scolded: "Get out."

The sky is full of rays of light, like thousands of swords, falling like rain.

He even directly smashed the magic weapons sacrificed by the monks of the Unreal Valley. For a moment, these magic weapons turned into pitch black like oil lamps blown out by the wind, and all of them shattered.

More than half of the monks vomited blood and fell to the ground and fell into a coma because of the backlash from the magic weapon.

As for the rest, it is not strong enough.

It's just that they were lucky and didn't sacrifice their own magic weapon.

Xiao Qianyou no longer had any scruples and rushed into the Holy Land, searching for a long time at a loss, trying to find a living person, but unfortunately he failed.

He stopped in front of a dead body, his heaving chest indicating the extreme turmoil of his inner emotions.

"Brother Bai, we are late." Xiao Qianyou sighed.

The rabbit died and the fox was sad.

Inner lamentation.

Bai Wuzong would be wiped out so unreasonably, what about Xuanwu Village?In such a situation, how could Xuanwu Village be any better?

The suzerain of Bai Wuzong has been found.

Lin Xi clenched her fist tightly.

All dead.

He didn't have much friendship with Bai Wuzong, and he hadn't even met the suzerain a few times, but he knew that the other party was an ally of Wenxinhui.

I used to feel happy and fortunate because I joined the Wenxinhui and occupied the Holy Land.

Today, Bai Wuzong has been exterminated.

There were dead bodies all over the place.