The jade talisman shattered, and a strange aura appeared in the Zhuxian Sword Formation.
Feng Qingqing's consciousness quickly locked on that breath, and then her pupils shrank, and her calm face finally showed a trace of fluctuation.
Feng Qingqing could never admit his mistake as the culprit for the death of most of the Guiyi sect's disciples and the sect's decline - the demon from outside the territory.
Once a monk is contaminated by the breath of this extraterrestrial demon, his temperament will change drastically and he cannot control himself, or he will fall into the devil's path and slaughter all living beings wantonly.
Feng Qingqing simply couldn't imagine what would happen to the world of mountains and seas if she was contaminated with demonic energy and lost her mind.
Fortunately, the aura was very weak. It didn't look like an all-pervasive extraterrestrial demon, but more like the fragments of the demon that had been killed.
What's even more strange is that the aura seemed to be afraid of something, and quickly abandoned the Supreme Elder of the Tianyan Sword Sect who was so close at hand, and instead quickly approached the wind gently.
The wind gently separated a ray of mind control spiritual power, thoughtfully.
The only things that the demons outside the territory really fear are those ancient demon-suppressing treasures.
The Tianyan Sword Sect has just that one thing, the Qingxuan Xia Bao.
It seems that when the nine sects joined forces to deal with the ancient killing array set up by Lin Yige, the Tianyan Sword Sect also saved a hand and did not use the real Qingxuan Xiabao to set up the array, otherwise they would not be able to suppress it, so why would they use this to deal with yourself.
With that in mind, give these guys a kick!
The chaotic demonic energy was like a ball of dough, slapping against the invisible wall.
Although it infects and assimilates spiritual energy extremely quickly and continuously corrodes the spiritual power wall, it has never been able to come into contact with the huge source of spiritual power right in front of us - the white-haired female cultivator.
The wind moved slightly, and the space behind him twisted and rotated, gradually forming a huge vortex.
The space vortex was frantically sucking out everything in the Zhuxian Sword Formation, like an abyss giant beast opening its bloody mouth, trying to swallow Feng Qingqing and everything in the Zhuxian Sword Formation.
The white hair that had been motionless since entering the formation was also blown wildly by the powerful whirlwind caused by the vortex.
The wind gently hooked his fingers, leading the vortex to the demonic energy.
The demonic energy could not be resisted for long before it was sucked into the whirlpool.
At the same time, the space vortex suddenly dissipated, as if it had never appeared.
The second elder, who originally wanted to use demonic energy to contaminate Feng Qingqing and make him lose control, saw this and asked with an ugly face: "Feng Qingqing, since you have such ability, why do you still watch the disciples of the Guiyi Sect eliminate demons one by one and send them to death? "
When Feng Qingqing heard the words, he turned his head slightly and looked at the second elder in confusion.
He immediately raised his hand and pointed into the void.
The spiritual thought stationed in each person's Dantian raised his hands and pointed in a uniform manner, and aimed a sword at the original soul of the elders.
The void sword energy was like a breeze, splitting the soul in half.
The soul was destroyed, and spiritual power poured out from several people in a steady stream.
In an instant, the eight supreme elders with their heads and tails hidden all appeared in mid-air. Each of them seemed to have experienced the five declines of heaven and earth, with sagging skin and bald teeth.
It didn't take long for the eight people to lose their spiritual energy one by one, fall from the air, and escape from the formation's eye position.
The Zhuxian Sword Formation lost its formation core, and was impacted by the surge of spiritual energy. The complex formation pattern was close to its limit, and cracks appeared.
If the formation is broken, let alone these supreme elders on Zhezhi Mountain, the disciples of Tianyan Sword Sect will not be able to withstand such mixed and rich spiritual energy, and spiritual energy explosions will occur everywhere.
"The wind is gentle," an old but majestic voice penetrated the crumbling Zhuxian Sword Formation and spread throughout Zhezhi Mountain, "Stop it!"
The elders who were smashed face down on the top of the rock in Zhezhi Mountain all raised their heads and looked at where the sound came from.
"It's the Great Elder! The Great Elder is here!"
"This old guy, why are you here now?"
"The soul is completely destroyed and the time of death is approaching. It doesn't matter whether he comes or not..."
"So what if he comes, ha, he is no match for Feng Qingqing at all! A cricket is shaking a tree, a mantis is using its arm as a chariot, he is overestimating his own capabilities, ha ha ha ha...
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"Second Elder, what are you talking about! Didn't you say we can win? You'll pay for my cultivation and my path!"
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Feng Qingqing really listened to the advice.
The main reason is that he doesn't want to take advantage of Tianyan Sword Sect, an old man who is dying and is about to expire.
With his cultivation level, he was just one breath away from ascending.
Under the impact of the spiritual power of these eight elders, he might just be able to make up for it and successfully ascend.
When the time comes for him to survive the Ascension Thunder Tribulation, he will definitely be hurt, and the gain will outweigh the loss.
Feng Qingqing used his backhand to withdraw the spiritual thoughts that invaded the Dantian of the Supreme Elders, together with the rich spiritual power in the Zhuxian Sword Formation.
The mixed spiritual powers repel each other, but are forcibly fused and refined by the wind spiritual power in Feng Qingqing's body.
Between his breaths, Feng Qingqing's spiritual power almost doubled, and his glazed eyes became a little lighter.
The Zhuxian Sword Formation was finally broken without spiritual support.
The clouds and mist on Zhezhi Mountain cleared away, and the white-haired female cultivator stood beside the eight old men who were grunting and fighting together, looking expressionlessly at the great elder waiting outside the formation.
"Qing Xuan Xia Bao." Feng said softly, stretching out his hand with his palm upward.
They were designed to besieged, but they mercifully spared the lives of the eight supreme elders, and did not affect many disciples of the Tianyan Sword Sect. They just asked for a hard fee, which is not excessive, right?
After seeing clearly the tragic situation of the eight supreme elders, the elder's old face was slightly distorted for a moment. When he saw Feng Qingqing confidently asking for the Qingxuan Xiabao, his eyesight went dark.
Regardless of the demon cultivator Lu Jiu, the Tianyan Sword Sect lost eight Mahayana cultivators at once and was reduced to the bottom of the nine major sects.
He himself will ascend soon, and then the Tianyan Sword Sect will only have two Mahayana monks, Xiong Youyou and Guo Changfeng.
The Guiyi Sect also has two Mahayana monks, Feng Qingqing and Tanxiao.
If Feng Qingqing were to take away the Qingxuan Xia Bao, the Guiyi Sect could replace Tianyan Sword Sect at any time.
But now, Feng Qingqing has deposed eight Mahayana elders of the Tianyan Sword Sect without blinking an eye. Can he still say "no"?
The great elder wiped his face and realized for himself what it meant: "It's easy to invite gods but hard to send them away."
It's all Xiong Youyou's fault, what a bad idea!
Where did she get the courage to use the disciples of the Gui Yi Sect as bait and plan to surround and kill Feng Qingqing?
The great elder caught a glimpse of the jade talisman fragments remaining on the ground out of the corner of his eye, and suddenly remembered something.
His cloudy eyeballs moved slightly, he stroked his beard and smiled: "Feng Qingqing, you are unscathed, and our Tianyan Sword Sect lost eight Mahayana monks, let's treat it as evenly matched, right?"
Feng Qingqing stared straight at the nearly 10,000-year-old man without saying a word.
The great elder took out a photo album, shook it, and said threateningly: "Feng Qingqing, let's stop here! You don't want the world to know the mystery of Lin Yige's life experience, right?"
Feng Qingqing was slightly startled, with a hint of astonishment on his face, and subconsciously glanced at the junior sister who was watching from a distance.
