Cen Yun slowly landed on the altar, looked at the not too deep pit in front of him, and his heart sank.
If he wanted to break the altar and reach the space below, he probably couldn't do it alone. He had to provoke the disciples of all the sects to work together within the time of burning incense.
Thinking of this, Cen Yun said provocatively: "Is the chief of the six sects only capable of this? It's so disappointing."
"Stop being so arrogant!" As they said this, Fan An and Gu Caiju clasped their hands again, and the monster beasts around them exhaled a breath from their mouths, then looked sluggish and fell down one after another.
"Beast God's Furious Strike, die!" As Fan An's words fell, a huge fireball condensed in the sky and fell.
Seeing this, Cen Yun took out Han Xiu's palm-sized golden bell from his storage bag and put it on his body.
"Tengmoo Jinzhong!" Lin Jie said in shock, "Isn't that the golden elixir-level spiritual treasure that Master Han always keeps with him?"
Just when Lin Jie was horrified, a huge fireball in the sky enveloped the entire altar, followed by a deafening explosion and spread into scorching air waves.
Everyone sacrificed their spiritual weapons to resist the impact of the air waves. At the same time, they held their breath and looked nervously at the center of the altar.
I saw Cen Yun's whole body emitting hot golden light, like a god, standing solemnly and unscathed.
Fan An snorted coldly, and he and Gu Caiju changed their techniques again, and shouted: "Beast God Kuang Tao!"
After the words fell, the demonic beast lying on the ground had scarlet eyes. It got up and roared towards Cen Yun. In the blink of an eye, it crowded the entire altar, like a swarm of bees, and frantically attacked the golden bell around Cen Yun, hitting the clang. ring.
Cen Yun held the tactics with both hands and formed a three-foot spiritual energy sword again. He aimed it at Fan An and Gu Caiju and struck them with one blow.
Fan An and Gu Caiju were horrified. Without saying a word, they blocked the yellow wooden ruler and the blue beads in front of them, forming two barriers. They took the three-foot spiritual energy sword with a bang, and couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood and flew backwards.
The controlled monsters on the altar immediately regained their consciousness, looked at Cen Yun who was like an evil star, and fled like hozens.
"This... what kind of spell is this? The power of one strike is comparable to that of a Golden Elixir monk?" Fan An showed deep fear in his eyes, and he and Gu Caiju took out a blue elixir and drank it.
"Why haven't I been able to take a peek at this person's cultivation since just now?" Jian Xiaotian murmured.
Hua Wuxin also showed confusion, shook his head and said: "I don't know, but what is certain is that he does not have the aura of golden elixir on his body. Maybe he used some secret method that we don't know to temporarily raise his cultivation level above that of refining qi." .”
"So you can break this person's secret technique just by delaying the consumption?" Jian Xiaotian frowned slightly.
"Giggle, who knows, in short, with his current strength, the seven sects will definitely not be able to win if they fight alone. But if he goes back empty-handed, spreading the word will definitely damage the reputation of each sect. It is really a dilemma!" Hua Wuxin said with a chuckle! .
"It seems that there is really no one in the Seven Sects. If that's the case, then I won't accompany you." As he said that, Cen Yun grabbed Mu Wu and pretended to leave.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, ten silver-white flying swords shot out from below the altar and hit the golden bell around him.
Cen Yun looked at it calmly and saw Wei Qingwan holding a magic spell in his hand and chanting a spell slightly. The spell on the palm of his right hand instantly lit up with blazing light, making his entire arm burn.
Cen Yun mobilized the golden qi sword in his body to cut off the veins in his right hand. Without the support of his spiritual power, the spell on his palm quickly faded away.
Seeing that such a spell could not harm Cen Yun, Wei Qingwan's face turned frosty, she took out a golden talisman and shouted in a low voice: "Spell to subdue demons and control thunder!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the golden talisman flew to the sky above Cen Yun and rained down countless white lightnings. However, most of the lightnings were moved underground by the moving golden bell. Even if a few lightnings struck the golden bell, it did not have any impact on Cen Yun.
"He can't hold on for long, we can't let him take away Mu Wu and the spar!" Jian Xiaotian held the sword secret in his hand, shouted loudly, and said, "Disciples of the Hidden Sword Sect, listen to the order and follow me to kill this person!"
As he spoke, dozens of flying swords flew out of the sword box behind him. Each flying sword carried a fierce sword energy and flew overwhelmingly towards Cen Yun. Obviously, the sword box was a piece of equipment that could contain flying swords. The spiritual treasure of the sword.
"Hmph, Jian Xiaotian finally can't hold it in any longer. It's a great idea to want to devour rare treasures all by yourself!"
Jiang Tongfang said to the thirteen Juling Mountain disciples behind him, "The Juling Mountain disciples have obeyed the order and will arrest and kill this person. They must bring Mu Wu back to avenge our Juling Mountain brothers!"
"Prince, please don't blame us for bullying the minority. Who allowed you to carry so many treasures and secrets with you?" After saying that, Hua Wuxin also rushed forward with the Luohua Valley disciples.
"Follow me and rescue the priest brother!" As he said that, the disciples of the Blood Demon Hall also changed their focus and rushed towards Cen Yun.
Wei Qingwan and Lin Jie were not left behind and led their disciples to kill one after another.
Suddenly, the disciples of the seven sects rarely joined forces to kill Cen Yun, who had become a target of public criticism.
Seeing this, Cen Yun showed no expression on his face and said calmly: "No, how could I blame you, because you are going to die here soon."
While speaking, Cen Yun sacrificed the soul bell and injected a burst of spiritual power. The crisp bell resounded through the altar in an instant, and everyone who heard it was startled. The sky and the earth spun before their eyes, and the energy and blood in his body surged, falling to the ground, using his spiritual power to stabilize his mind.
"Drink, die!" Jiang Tongfang shouted loudly, suddenly smashed his eardrums, and angrily swung his war hammer at Cen Yun, but was bounced by the moving golden bell around him and hit the ground instead.
"The beast god roars!" At the same time, Fan An and Gu Caiju played the jade flute, and all the monster beasts in the forest suddenly roared one after another, offsetting part of the demonic sound of the Soul Bell, allowing the disciples of each sect to hear the sound of the bell. Recover.
"Set up the formation!"
Jian Xiaotian shouted angrily, and flew into the sky with the disciples of the Zangjian Sect, forming a clever formation to form a huge sword net. The flying swords shot away overwhelmingly, but they were still bounced away by the golden bell and landed. On the altar.
The altar that was originally relatively complete was instantly riddled with holes and filled with flying swords.
"The silk that binds the immortals is twisted and twisted, and the flowers turn into mud."
Hua Wuxin came to Cen Yun, smiled charmingly, and turned her light body on the spot. The pink flowers flew out from her hands, and they were good at catching the wind. They swallowed up Cen Yun and the golden bell in an instant. She said softly: "I have to say the strength of Mr. Wang. It is indeed rare in the world of cultivating immortals, and the techniques practiced are also magical, but the strange poison binds the immortal flowers in my Luohua Valley..."
Before he finished speaking, a big hand suddenly poked out from the pink flower and pinched Hua Wuxin's throat. Immediately, the entire flower shriveled, turning into a palm-sized flower and falling to the ground.
"Impossible... The Immortal-Binding Flower has been refined into a golden elixir-level spiritual treasure by my mother... the Valley Master. If it is not a golden elixir cultivator, the poison on it will be irresistible. You..." Hua Wuxin said in disbelief.
Cen Yun had no expression on his face, holding a scorching fireball in his right hand and slapping it towards Hua Wuxin's abdomen.
"Protect Young Valley Master!" Upon seeing this, the disciples of Luohua Valley immediately flew forward and threw their spiritual weapons at Cen Yun, but they were all bounced to the ground by Tengnio Jinzhong.
Hua Wuxin looked at the scorching fireball that had stuck to her abdomen and smiled proudly. At the moment the fireball exploded, an emerald green jade bracelet suddenly flew out of her arms. A strong and dazzling light flashed from the jade bracelet, turning into a huge force that shook Cen Yun. After taking a few steps back, even moving the golden bell lost its effect for a moment.
"Good opportunity, go to hell!" Seeing this opportunity, Jian Xiaotian, without saying a word, took out a green flying sword that exuded an ominous aura from the sword box and aimed it at Cen Yun.
The speed of this green flying sword was so fast that Cen Yun could not dodge, and the clothes on his shoulders were torn apart with one strike, revealing a large area of skin stained red with blood, and a shocking sword mark entwined with a strange green aura.
At the same time, several Blood Demon Hall disciples rushed into the altar and pulled out the spiritual weapon inserted into Mu Wu's back.
Mu Wu was able to escape, jumped up on the spot, took out a dark red flying sword, and pierced Cen Yun's chest, and the dark red curse spread quickly from the sword.
"If you are hit by the blood curse, even if you are a foundation-building monk, you will die without a complete body!" Mu Wu sneered.
"Yeah?"
Suddenly, under everyone's shocked gazes, Cen Yun grabbed the flying sword on his chest and slowly pulled it away from his body. The wounds on his chest and shoulders quickly recovered after a surge of blood, and the dark red spell also dissipated. Go down.
"This...this?" Fan An was so surprised that he couldn't speak.
"Could this kid be a monster? Why can't you kill him even like this?" Jiang Tongfang also took a breath of cold air.
"No wonder the poison of the Fairy-Binding Flower and the Blood-Destroying Curse just now were ineffective on him. He is not afraid of poison at all!" Hua Wuxin then recalled the item called Nether Blood that was auctioned in the Treasure Building. She felt like seeing a treasure, and her eyes were filled with tears. Showing enthusiasm.
"With this resilience, could he be immortal? How is this possible?"
Jian Xiaotian couldn't believe it. He couldn't imagine that there were such monsters in the world. However, as the chief genius of each sect, there was absolutely no reason to shrink from the battle. On the contrary, the oppression of Cen Yun by the powerful monster made the disciples of each sect become unprecedented. Unity.
"It is indeed a monster, but now you are surrounded by seven disciples. You can't fly without wings, so you should die!" As he spoke, Lin Jie took out the broken wooden sword and poured spiritual power into it crazily.
As spiritual power poured in, the wooden sword emitted a dazzling light, and with a roar, a giant yellow dragon sprang out, roaring and flying towards Cen Yun.
Cen Yun held the technique with both hands, and the three-foot spiritual energy sword formed in front of him, and collided with the giant yellow dragon with a bang.
Blood flowed from the corner of Lin Jie's mouth. He took out a bottle of pill from the storage bag and swallowed it. His eyes were blood red, and he drove Huanglong to resist the three-foot spiritual energy sword.
"Falling flowers have no intention, flowing water is ruthless, and the flower fairy is buried!"
"Beast God Cone!"
"Demon-killing sword!"
"Giant Spirit Shattering Star Jue!"
"Demon-Conquering Thunder Curse!"
"Xuanyin Thorn!"
…
As the chief disciples of each sect launched their strongest attack, the world was suddenly enveloped in countless brilliant magical treasures.
The huge power caused the altar to shatter, and even the moving golden bell covering Cen Yun's body showed traces of cracks.
Faced with such pressure, Cen Yun's face remained as calm as water. He raised his right foot and stepped on the ground violently.
"The Second Decree of the Oracle: Spiritual God."
