The demonic shadow is as tall as a mountain, reflecting the billowing dark clouds filling the sky. The graceful and pure Lingshan Mountains have a completely different appearance.
In the sky above the formation, waves of power were trembling.
Both the Demonic Sect and the Immortal Sect have many powerful gods dispatched, and a fierce battle breaks out!
"Bang."
The ancient copper bell containing infinite mana flew out, piercing the darkness of the demon cloud, and threw the demon body of an ancestor of the demon sect away, splattering a lot of blood.
The power that the ancient bell erupted was so terrifying that even the soul that transformed into a god couldn't bear it. Cracks appeared one after another, as if it was about to fall apart.
"Roar."
The naked red-haired spirit behind the Demon Sect ancestor let out a thundering roar, and released the magic power in his body, forming a magic ball that was overwhelming the top of the mountain. The height and shape of his spirit were rapidly increasing, and at the same time, the cracks on his body disappeared quickly.
In the blink of an eye, this naked, red-haired soul continued to rise, becoming the size of a mountain range, and its majestic magic power surged endlessly.
The realm of divine transformation is a time when monks realize a leap in the essence of life. Their magic power increases violently and breaks through the suppression of space. The awakened soul has the power to shake the world.
However, under normal circumstances, the powerful gods will not easily use their own souls, because the consumption is too huge and the destructive power is amazing, so it is a guaranteed method.
Usually only in emergencies of life-and-death battles, monks would manifest their soul and reveal all their strength without reservation.
"You have just become a god, yet you dare to be so presumptuous in front of me."
The owner of the ancient bronze bell is the ancestor of Xuanqing Palace. He saw the giant bell floating in his palm and said in a deep voice.
As he spoke, the bronze bell grew in size rapidly, like a rotating star with boundless shadows, suppressing the ball of chaos in the sky where the Demon Sect Ancestor was.
At this moment, another ancestor of the ten demonic sects rushed over. The original soul was hundreds of feet tall and majestic, like a mountain. He was dressed in dark red armor and exuded incomparable majestic evil magic power. A magic seal came out and crashed into the ancient Xuanqing bell.
"Ancestor Xuanqing, please stop being so arrogant."
As he spoke, he mobilized his own demonic energy and mental power to activate the vast demonic seal with all his strength.
Millions of intricate black magic lines appeared on the surface of the magic seal, and majestic purple thunder emerged.
"boom."
Another dazzling dark thunder burst out and struck hard on the formation barrier.
The formation experienced quite violent vibrations, but was not broken.
"Xuanqing, let's help you!"
The Lotus Sect Master, Taihao Sect Master, Qingyun Sword Master and other entities took action one after another, converging all their power on the Xuanqing Ancient Bell.
The light on the ancient clock became more and more dazzling, like a sun hanging in the sky. Ancestor Xuanqing's white beard fluttered in the wind, his old eyes were bright, and he once again activated his natal magic weapon to launch a more powerful attack.
With the blessings of many ancestors and the power of tens of thousands of monks in Lingshan, he did not believe that he could not stop the attack of the Demon Sect.
But at this moment.
At the foot of a green mountain range, a handsome black-haired man landed on ivy, already far away from the battle between immortals and demons.
This person is Situ Huan.
"As long as we hold back the ancestors of Lingshan and take advantage of the chaos between the two sides, I will have a chance to obtain the Jiangge ancestral artifact." Situ Huan chuckled secretly and looked towards the interior of the Wuji Immortal Sect.
The tall sword pavilion slowly passed through the clouds and mist, and was very conspicuous.
He took out a token from the Lord of the Rings and pointed it at the large formation in front of him.
With a flash of light, ripples appeared in the space, and a portal opened in front of him.
He successfully entered the interior of Lingshan.
This token was finally obtained from a true disciple of the Immortal Sect, just for today.
Where the sword pavilion is located, the mountain peaks are like sharp swords soaring into the sky. The tops of the mountains are in the shape of swords. The two symbols of the holy land of swordsmanship are suspended above the sea of clouds like isolated islands.
There were very few people in the sect at this time, and Situ Huan was basically able to go all the way without any hindrance.
He followed the guidance of the Lord of the Rings and walked towards the location of the sword pavilion.
The Demon Lord was sealed by Yan Zu's natal flying sword and was trapped in the Demon Ridge Abyss all day long. The demon blood in his body was completely drained. He had an extremely clear understanding of the aura on Yan Zu's sword and even the power of his blood, so he created such a demon. Special magic ring.
It can guide the location of the ancestor artifact. ,
"He who comes is stopped!"
"Who is trespassing on the important land of Jiange!"
When Situ Huan came to the sword pavilion, several disciples on duty stopped him and scolded him.
"boom!"
Situ Huan's face was cold, and with a wave of his hand, a wave of Yuanying realm pressure swept out, directly knocking the disciple on duty away, causing him to vomit blood and fall unconscious.
These minions are no match for him at all.
Stepping into the gate of the sword pavilion, you feel the sharp sword intent like a needle on your back.
Situ Huan was already very excited. He was only one step away from finding the second ancestral weapon of Yan Ancestor, and unlocking the Demon Lord's seal was just around the corner.
However, just when he was about to step onto the second floor.
A decadent old man appeared in front of him.
"Who are you?"
Situ Huan obviously used his spiritual sense to detect and felt that this person's strength was no more than this, but he also felt a faint sense of danger.
"I am the sword keeper of this sword pavilion. I am responsible for taking care of and cleaning the swords here."
Old Man Wang responded calmly, not afraid of Situ Huan's cultivation.
"Since you're just a swordsman, leave quickly and don't block the way. Maybe I can spare your life."
Situ Huan did not act rashly, but first used words to provoke him.
Old Man Wang remained unmoved and simply stood in front of him, showing no intention of getting out of the way.
"It is my duty to watch the sword."
"In that case, don't blame me for being rude."
Situ Huan snorted coldly, and the demonic energy gathered in his palms. He kept accumulating strength and struck out with a palm, intending to smash the opponent into pieces.
Old Wang's face was indifferent, his fingers were raised, and an invisible sword intent spread out.
"Zheng!"
The cold iron flying swords and magic weapon swords on the first iron frame all made a buzzing sound and shot out.
The coldness of the sword light in the sword pavilion magnified hundreds of times, and it headed towards Situ Huan.
The murderous aura formed into a flowing rain of silver light, and in the blink of an eye, the palm pierced through and stabbed towards Situ Huan.
"Damn it!"
Situ Huan cursed and looked ugly.
In just a few breaths of time, he had already felt the strength of the sword-watching old man.
The sword intent on his body is too sharp and the pressure is too great, making people feel as if they are in a boundless sea of swords.
It is really unexpected that there is such a master in the sword pavilion.
This is at least the power of becoming a god.
He, Situ Huan, believed that he had no rivals under his divine form. He could cope with ordinary divine transformations, but facing the old man, he felt tremendous pressure.
How could such a strong man stay in the sword pavilion all the time?
Putting aside his doubts, Situ Huan could only deal with the flying sword in front of him first.
Without any sloppiness, he directly performed the "Thirty-six Transformations of the Demon".
Being protected by the phantom of the demon, he struggled to resist the mighty sword intent.
Old Man Wang still looked indifferent, took out a flying sword from the iron frame with one hand, and muttered:
"Qingping weighs three kilograms and nine taels, is four feet and four inches long, and is made of the finest jade. Its owner spent his whole life exterminating demons and defending the Tao. He has extraordinary attainments in swordsmanship. For three hundred years, the two sects of immortals and demons fought against each other and returned after slaughtering several demon sects. .”
Situ Huan didn't hear clearly what the other person was thinking, but it didn't affect his feeling of the other person's aura.
--Ding
"Wow!"
Qingping slashed down, the sword energy was boundless, and the first demonic shadow was directly declared broken.
Situ Huan was thrown out of the sword pavilion and spit out a mouthful of blood.
Unilateral crushing, without a trace of suspense.
When Situ Huan saw this, he didn't care about looking for the ancestral artifact. He could only run away in panic, disappearing near the sword pavilion in a flash.
But Old Man Wang looked at the sky with his sword, his eyes calm and showed no intention of chasing after him.
It was as if he couldn't step out of this sword pavilion.
Situ Huan ran for his life. Halfway through, he realized that the old man had not caught up with him, so he stopped in mid-air, feeling frightened and confused.
I don’t know why the old man didn’t chase him out.
"Could it be that he has to stay in the sword pavilion to unleash such strength?"
He was guessing like this in his mind, but his face still turned gloomy.
If this is the case, it may be difficult for him to enter the sword pavilion.
If you cannot get the ancestral artifact, the purpose of this trip will be considered a failure.
The Demon Sect dispatched so many strong men, not afraid of sacrifice, and planned for several years just for this day.
If he fails, his position as Demon Son may be in jeopardy.
At this moment, a dazzling light appeared on the surface of the Lord of the Rings.
"This is."
A glint flashed in Situ Huan's eyes, a little surprised.
If the Ring reacts, it means there is an ancestral weapon nearby.
But this place is already far away from Jiange, how could it be?
"Could it be that"
He suddenly thought of something,
In addition to proving the existence of the ancestral artifact, it also proves that there are people nearby who are connected by the blood of Yanzu.
With this idea in mind, Situ Huan followed the guidance of the Lord of the Rings to another place.
A mountain with beautiful mountains and clear waters appeared in front of me, with pleasant scenery and a lake.
