There are already thousands of monks of different realms engaged in life-and-death fights on the top of Mount Tai. Not only are there monks engaged in fierce battles on many peaks around this place, they are wearing the costumes of different sects, with ferocious faces and vowing to kill each other here. .
The surrounding mountains were shattered by the rocks that were struck by the aftermath of the fierce battle. Some of the peaks had been cut in half, and the mountain road leading to the top of Mount Tai had long been bombarded into rubble, and even the altars of various dynasties had been dedicated to Zen. They all turned into powder.
From time to time, there are roars in the sky, which are strong men from the Emperor Mirror and above fighting. Su Yunfei, the instigator of all this, stared blankly at all this. After looking at each other with Yue Yao, the two of them shook their heads, saying that it had nothing to do with him.
Su Yunfei seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly said: "I remember that before entering the Crane Cave, there were several terrifying figures flying towards the top of Mount Tai at high speed. At that time, I was eager to find you, so I didn't pay attention." Yueyao's face changed. He turned pale and asked worriedly: "They are not here to find us, are they?" Su Yunfei shook his head and rejected Yue Yao's point of view.
"Probably not, they must be here for some important treasure. Although the monks are not so optimistic about the New Year, they all have a tacit understanding not to fight during the half month of the New Year, so as not to disturb the common people!" Just before the two of them! During the analysis, a monk with red eyes killed Su Yunfei and Yueyao directly after seeing them.
Su Yunfei immediately protected Yue Yao behind him, then knocked the monk away with a sword, and then pointed the sword at his head. Han Sheng asked: "What happened here? Why are so many disciples of the sect engaged in life and death fights?" !" The man whose head was chopped off by Su Yunfei's sword woke up a lot, and said tremblingly: "The people from Santian Haimen discovered the purple gold pot, the most precious treasure of the Lingxiao Sect, which was lost in Mount Tai. The Lingxiao Sect happened to rush over, and the two factions started fighting. , after other sects knew about it, they joined in the battle to seize the treasure." Su Yunfei was shocked, this purple gold pot couldn't be the one on his body, and then asked: "Purple gold pot? What is it?" When the man heard Su Yunfei's question, he almost Without spitting out a mouthful of old blood, Su Yunfei looked at him like an idiot. Su Yunfei frowned, and the man immediately replied respectfully: "The Purple Gold Pot is a treasure refined by the Immortal Mirror Master Zijin Taoist ten thousand years ago. It is known as It can swallow all things and refine all things. Later, he lost a bet with the ancestor of the Lingxiao Sect and gave it to the ancestor of the Lingxiao Sect. It became the supreme treasure of the Lingxiao Sect. Later, he became the head of the Lingxiao Sect and was accidentally knocked down in a battle with an ancestor of the Xuantian Sect. Mount Tai." Su Yunfei was shocked after hearing this, but also felt relieved. The purple gold pot he was wearing was not a real purple gold pot but an imitation. Finally, he asked: "How did the people from Tianhaimen discover this treasure? ?" The man swallowed and replied: "Three days ago, a bright light that could destroy the world erupted here. If it weren't for the heavy treasure, it would not have such terrifying power, and Tianhaimen was the first one. The sect that came here!" Su Yunfei blushed,
"Get out of here!" The monk quickly flew away as if he had received an amnesty.
"It turns out it was all my fault!" Su Yunfei scratched his head in embarrassment, then looked at Yueyao and told her exactly what happened after Yueyao came in that day.
After hearing this, Yueyao had no other thoughts but was moved. She hugged Su Yunfei and said softly: "Yunfei, thank you for everything you have done for me!"
"Sister Yueyao will make me angry if she says such things again!"
"Okay, okay, sister, don't talk anymore!" The two of them were going to sneak away while no one was paying attention. Otherwise, if people knew that it was all his fault, then these sects would not let him go no matter what. After all, they had already Thousands of monks from various sects died here.
Su Yunfei and Yue Yao shielded their auras and flew down the mountain at high speed. They did not dare to fly with their swords because the rainbow formed by the sword light was too conspicuous. Along the way, they knocked away more than a dozen blind monks who were blocking the way. Finally, they reached the foot of the mountain.
Because there were too many monks fighting here, the energy generated was too strong, causing many places to be destroyed by energy waves.
Just when Su Yunfei was about to leave with Yueyao, there was a shocking loud noise deep in Mount Tai, which was heard by everyone in Dongshan County, and then a huge bottle a hundred feet long slowly rose from somewhere.
All the monks fighting in the sky and below stopped and looked at the huge bottle, with shock and greed in their eyes.
Suddenly, a set of dazzling rays of light erupted from the mouth of the bottle and shot straight into the sky. An Emperor Realm monk who was in a daze and had no time to dodge was directly blasted into pieces.
What was even more frightening was that a powerful suction force suddenly erupted from the mouth of the bottle. Hundreds of monks of King Mirror level and below were instantly sucked into the bottle. A series of scalp-numbing screams came from the mouth of the bottle.
After a breath, the screams stopped, and the hundred-foot-long bottle slowly shrunk to half a foot in length. It exuded a faint purple-gold light and stood quietly in mid-air without any terrifying aura, just like an ordinary jade bottle. .
After a brief period of astonishment, everyone rushed towards the Purple Gold Pot desperately. The old monsters in the sky restrained each other and allowed the disciples to participate in the fight. The scene was instantly bloody. In less than half a quarter of an hour, hundreds of monks were Lost in the fight.
At this moment, another thousand figures came through the air and participated in the battle for the purple gold pot.
Monks were dying every moment, and the corpses on the ground under the Purple Gold Pot were piled up like mountains, but monks were still coming in a steady stream.
Yueyao couldn't bear to watch anymore.
"Yunfei, let's leave quickly! It's too bloody here, I don't want to watch anymore!" Su Yunfei thought for a moment and decided to leave. He was also interested in the purple gold pot, but this valuable treasure is now a hot potato. Whoever takes it will be unlucky. Although his original purple gold pot was an imitation, it could still be used.
Suddenly, the purple gold pot in one of his Najies suddenly became restless and wanted to rush out of the Najia. For safety reasons, Su Yunfei separated the more important things into different rings to prevent himself from being in danger and having everything acquired by the enemy.
He felt very bad and pulled Yue Yao away quickly. The moment he started, the purple gold pot that had been standing quietly in mid-air suddenly flew towards Su Yunfei's direction, and the monks who were fighting for it immediately chased after it.
The Purple Gold Pot fell directly into Su Yunfei's hand, which immediately shocked him. He threw the Purple Gold Pot into the sky, but the Purple Gold Pot seemed to stick to him and immediately flew back into his hand.
"Why are you always following me? Come on, I'm going to be killed by you!" Su Yunfei yelled because more than 3,000 monks had surrounded the two of them.
No matter where he throws it, the Purple Gold Pot will fly to him immediately.
"What do you like about me? Can't I change it?" He was completely helpless. A monk with red eyes shouted: "Hand over the purple gold pot, or I will kill you!" Su Yunfei was overjoyed when he heard this and threw the purple gold pot directly to him. After the man got the purple gold pot, he couldn't stop laughing. As a result, As soon as he laughed twice, he was immediately killed.
The Purple Gold Pot returned to Su Yunfei's hands, which drove him crazy. He threw it into the hands of a monk with a higher level of cultivation. Before the monk could get excited, he was beheaded again. The Purple Gold Pot was It flew back to Su Yunfei's hands.
After that, there was a scene like this: Su Yunfei was like the god of death. Whoever he threw the purple gold pot to would be killed by the monks around him who would snatch the purple gold pot before he could take two breaths.
When Su Yunfei wanted to throw it to one of them, the man turned pale in fright and hurriedly shouted: "Stop! Don't throw it again!" Su Yunfei looked aggrieved, and then swept through the crowd. The monks he swept past subconsciously stepped back some distance.
So a delicate balance emerged. Su Yunfei looked helpless while holding the purple gold pot, and more than three thousand monks looked at him nervously from a distance of a hundred feet.
"What's going on with this purple gold pot? Why is it always following you!" Yueyao asked Su Yunfei with some fear.
Su Yunfei replied helplessly: "I want to know too, it seems to be blackmailing me!"
"What should we do? We are surrounded by so many people and we won't be able to leave for a while!"
"I'm worried too!" . . . The old monsters who were restraining each other in the sky sensed what was happening below and disappeared directly into the clouds to appear around Su Yunfei. The monks from the sects were relieved when they saw the bosses of their respective sects coming.
Surrounded by more than twenty emperor mirrors and divine mirrors, it was impossible for Su Yunfei not to be nervous. Just the aura emitting made him suffocate.
Su Yunfei wanted to smash this damn purple pot to pieces. If it hadn't been for this thing insisting on sticking to him, he would have reunited with his parents long ago.
He threw the purple gold pot directly to the most advanced monk, the God Mirror. The man subconsciously caught it, and then he was locked by more than twenty terrifying auras. Su Yunfei immediately felt the God Mirror. The great monk's malicious gaze.
Su Yunfei felt a chill running down his spine. When he wanted to leave, he found that he had already been targeted by the twenty or so people.
Yueyao nervously hugged Su Yunfei's arm and said through a message: "What should Yunfei do?!" Su Yunfei took a deep breath and silently took out two things, a Spirit Moon Token from Lingyue Palace and a Shushan Sword Tomb Palm. Men Murong Zhan gave him a token. As long as he crushed two tokens, Dugu Xianqin and Murong Zhan would arrive as quickly as possible.
He crushed them without hesitation. There were so many big guys present. No matter how many magic weapons he had, he couldn't escape from under their noses.
The great cultivator of the Divine Mirror was caught in a dilemma when he looked at the purple gold pot in his hand that he was trying to break free from. For this important treasure, the sect had lost hundreds of disciples, but now there are so many people with cultivation levels no lower than him staring at him eagerly. Holding him, he couldn't help but want to give up.
His resentment towards Su Yunfei was getting deeper and deeper, just when he was about to slap the ant to death. A sound of swords resounding across the sky came from afar, followed by a loud shout: "Who dares to hurt my Shushan disciples!"
