Three thousand miles east of the scorched earth is an unknown area.
A magnificent ancient monastery, open to the open air.
The mottled walls and overgrown withered grass seem to tell the long history of this dojo.
At the entrance of the ancient dojo, there was a snow-white stone tablet with four words written on it: God of the North Dark.
The circular dojo has a circle of stepped audience seats.
At this moment, there were more than 50,000 figures, their feet off the ground, suspended above the seats, surrounding the entire circular dojo.
Judging from their attire, these 50,000 monks were from the Penglai Divine Sect and were hostile forces from all sides.
Among them, one hundred and fifty-one were headed by Xuanqing Taoist monks.
Among these one hundred and fifty-one people, one hundred and fifty are at the third level of God Refining, all wearing light green Taoist robes.
There is also a domineering man with a straight nose and a broad mouth, with a Chinese character face, wearing a black and blue Taoist robe.
In terms of temperament, this monk in black and blue robes was completely different from the other one hundred and fifty people.
And this person always stood behind one hundred and fifty fellow disciples, like a secretive strong man who would not take action easily.
At this moment.
Inside the dojo, the ground was covered with blood and the fishy smell was rising to the sky.
More than half of the ten thousand Penglai Divine Sect monks, three thousand Eastern Divine Dynasty, three thousand Nanhai Zun Palace, and three thousand Eternal Creation Pavilion monks were killed or injured.
Of the 19,000 "Penglai Alliance" monks, only the last 9,000 are left.
Even the 9,000 people who survived were all covered with injuries, some even seriously injured, and many had broken arms and legs.
Fang Qingxue, the Third Level God Refiner, held a flying sword and stepped on the blood-sticky dojo floor with a pair of green boots.
Fang Qingxue was the leader of the Penglai Shenzong's ten-thousand-person team in this operation.
On both sides of her, stood the leader of Dongfang Shenchao, Dongfang Nanyuan.
Nanhai Zundian leader, female cultivator, Duan Jinxiu.
The leader of the Eternal Creation Pavilion is Duanmu Yunfeng.
These three people are also in the third level of god refining.
It can be seen that before this, these people have also received a lot of blessings, raising their realm by two levels.
At this moment, Fang Qingxue's cold eyes were full of anger, shooting in the direction of the snow-white stone tablet with "Bei Ming God" written on it.
Immediately, Fang Qingxue moved her eyes away from the stone tablet and glanced around the "ancient dojo."
He gritted his white teeth and said coldly: "In order to make us fall into the trap, they really took great pains to forge a dojo out of thin air!"
On the side, Duan Jinxiu, the leader of Nanhai Zundian, sneered: "We have already discussed it. Our three parties remain neutral with the Penglai Shenzong and will not act together.
Next to him, Duanmu Yunfeng, the leader of the Eternal Creation Pavilion, said coldly: "If Penglai Shenzong hadn't kept saying that it had discovered a temple in an unknown area, it would never have been discovered. How could the three of us form a temporary group with you Fang Qingxue."
Dongfang Shenchao leader, Dongfang Nanyuan said: "Okay, fellow Taoist Qingxue was also deceived, and he didn't mean to harm us."
Duan Jinxiu said angrily: "Being cheated? Ha, I think this is just a trap that has been planned for a long time!"
Duanmu Yunfeng deeply agreed and nodded: "I even speculated that maybe Su Waner's marriage was a painful drama in itself, just to trick Luo Fu into bringing Su Waner back to the Penglai Divine Sect, so that she could temporarily rebel in the Great Secret Realm and bring us One pot is ready!”
This guess made all the other nine thousand disciples' expressions change slightly, and they felt horrified.
Fang Qingxue's face turned cold: "How difficult are the three problems that Xuanqing Daomen gave Luo Fu!?"
"Your speculation is too far-fetched!"
"Stop arguing!" Dongfang Nan waved his hand vigorously: "What time is it! Now is not the time to shirk responsibilities. We are surrounded by 50,000 monks. Let's think about how to survive first."
When I heard the word "live".
The 50,000 hostile monks who surrounded the entire dojo all sneered mockingly.
Nine thousand versus fifty thousand, there is a huge disparity in the numbers of the enemy and ourselves.
But at this moment, Fang Qingxue, the four team leaders, unanimously directed their vigilant eyes at the one hundred and fifty-one Xuanqing Taoist monks at the third level of God Refining.
Dongfang Nanyuan sighed feebly: "These one hundred and fifty people are too strong. Even if our nine thousand people fight for our lives, we are no match for them."
Although there were more than 50,000 enemies, those 50,000 enemies hardly took any action!
Almost all of the ten thousand people who died in the "Penglai Alliance" were killed by the one hundred and fifty Xuanqing Taoist monks!
Xuanqing Dao Sect's terrifying combined magic technique first cast a lingering shadow over the hearts of Fang Qingxue and the others.
At this time.
In the direction of Xuanqing Daomen, the leader of the 150-man team crossed his shoulders and sneered: "Do you know why there are 9,000 of you who are not dead yet?"
"That's because we want to torture you."
Fang Qingxue, the four team leaders, said nothing, as if there was a stone stuck in their throats.
It is an indisputable fact that his strength is not as good as others.
Even the courage to retaliate will turn into impotent rage.
The leader of the Xuanqing Dao Sect pointed at Fang Qingxue: "Fang Qingxue, let me give you a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."
As he spoke, a sinister smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Aren't you Luo Fu's sister-in-law? That's great."
"Take off your clothes, beg for mercy in front of us, and dance a sexy naked dance for our 50,000 fellow Taoists."
"If you can make us happy, how about letting you four leaders leave."
"But the other nine thousand people must die."
Every word this person speaks is filthy.
Fang Qingxue couldn't bear such insult, she was so angry that her face was livid, and she said angrily: "I'll tear your mouth off!"
At this time, a Penglai Shen Sect monk jumped out angrily, pointed at the leader of the Xuanqing Taoist Sect and shouted: "Liu Xing, don't be so arrogant!"
"You dare to bark while Junior Brother Luo Fu is away!"
"If Junior Brother Luofu is here, you dare to shout and give it a try!"
The leader of the team, Liu Xing, suddenly turned cold and said solemnly: "You little brat, you're looking for death!"
"Teach them a lesson!"
Follow Liu Xing's words.
One hundred and fifty Xuanqing Taoist disciples raised their hands in the air at the same time and shouted: "The Sect of Ten Thousand Demons - Demon of the Tao!"
In an instant, streaks of demonic energy rose into the sky!
The demonic energy is so strong that it gathers into a vast sea of black clouds!
Black clouds covered the sky, and from the bottom of the sea of clouds, there was a figure of a thousand feet, breaking through the clouds and descending above the crowd.
That figure turned out to be a demon cultivator's shadow!
This demonic cultivator was wearing a black Taoist robe and holding a black sword. His eyes, which were supposed to be spiritual and immortal, exuded the bloodthirsty and vicious aura unique to the demon clan!
This demonic cultivation is the condensed form of combined demonic skills.
Liu Xing's team at the third level of God Refining is several times stronger than Lu Nan's team at the second level of God Refining!
That terrifying Thousand-Zhang Demonic Cultivator, with its feet in the void and the sea of clouds above its head, stands tall on the sky and the earth!
It's like an unparalleled demon has descended on the world, and is about to bring turmoil and catastrophe to the world.
Fang Qingxue and other nine thousand cultivators have long been extremely afraid of the "phantom of the demon cultivator".
At the moment, the nine thousand people don't even need to say hello, they just collectively use their skills to combine the strength of the nine thousand people to deal with the enemy.
In an instant, nine thousand techniques gathered into a vast ocean of light, venting towards the Xuanqing Taoist monk.
Opposite him, Liu Xing had a sneer in his eyes.
He glanced at the nine thousand skills with disdain and said jokingly: "If they are piled up and cannot be combined, they are nothing more than a plate of loose sand."
"A bunch of trash!"
Among the nine thousand cultivators on our side, except for Fang Qingxue and four others who are at the third level of God Refining, the other nine thousand monks are all at the second level of God Refining, and there are even three thousand who are only at the first level of God Refining!
The skills these people perform together are uneven and have complex attributes, and they only seek to win by quantity.
But obviously, this level of attack was obviously not taken seriously by Liu Xing.
In that sky.
The expression of the thousand-foot-tall demon cultivator darkened, and he suddenly slashed at the oncoming wave of techniques with one sword!
A signature, blood demon red light turned into a thousand-foot sword light, slashing at Fang Qingxue's wave of skills.
Uh-huh!
The red sword glow, as if entering an uninhabited land, the sharp sword blade instantly tore open, a wave of nine thousand techniques!
This sword will cut off the wave!
Immediately, the demonic cultivator held the sword in his right hand and pointed his left hand toward the split wave.
Liu Xing shouted: "The demonic barrier of heaven and earth!"
Follow the instructions from the demon cultivator.
In the void, a red light broke away from the fingertips, and instantly condensed into a bloody Tai Chi diagram!
The yin and yang fish in this Tai Chi diagram are not black and white, but blood red and dark red.
The bloody Tai Chi diagram rose in the storm, and in the blink of an eye, it was already a thousand feet high and a thousand feet wide!
Fang Qingxue and the others' collective skills became more like a piece of loose sand after being cut apart by a sword.
The next moment.
The wave of skills hit the bloody Tai Chi diagram hard.
Just like loose waves hitting the rocks, they collapsed and disintegrated on the spot.
This scene made the nine thousand Penglai Alliance monks feel despair.
Duanmu Jinxiu's face turned pale, and he said absentmindedly: "With the combined efforts of nine thousand of us, we can't even hurt the opponent's hair!"
"My life is at an end."
A sword roar!
Fang Qingxue refused to give up. She jumped up out of the air, raised her hand and slashed at Liu Xing with a sword.
"Yaochi Immortal Technique—Kunlun Taixu Sword Technique!"
In an instant, the flying sword was covered with a layer of frost.
As the sword slashed down, a 400-foot-long snow-white sword light shot through the air and slashed towards Liu Xing.
High in the sky, the thousand-foot demon cultivator sank down in an instant, stretched out one hand, and pointed at Fang Qingxue's snow-white sword light.
call out!
A straight red beam of light penetrated the sky, traveled three hundred feet in an instant, and hit the snow-white sword light.
Bang!
The snow-white sword light exploded on the spot and scattered into white spots all over the sky.
Liu Xing looked up to the sky and laughed wildly: "The ninth-level magic is indeed amazing!"
"But, aren't you a little too stupid to try to fight against the combined skills of one hundred and fifty of us on your own?"
"Could it be that your Penglai Divine Sect, apart from Luo Fu, doesn't even have a single person with brains to serve?"
Say it.
The phantom of the thousand-foot demon cultivator immediately stared at Fang Qingxue coldly.
Immediately afterwards, the demon cultivator held the demon sword and struck with one sword!
Following the sword intention of the demon cultivator, the sky was filled with demonic energy, and the black energy covered the sky and blocked the sun.
It was as if the entire dojo had turned into a devil's cave!
Inside the dojo.
Fang Qingxue, Duan Jinxiu and other monks all looked ashen.
The gap is too big!
It is impossible to shake the Xuanqing Dao Sect's demonic power at all!
In the entire dojo, no one of the nine thousand "Penglai Alliance" monks resisted anymore. They lost the courage to fight.
Only Fang Qingxue, holding a flying sword and her thin body facing the demon cultivator, rushed in vain.
She was determined to die generously.
Even if you die, you must die in battle!
Never give up!
A critical moment!
The lives of nine thousand Penglai Alliance monks hang on a thread.
Fang Qingxue, with half a foot, has stepped into the door of death!
Just at this moment.
In the sky, there was a sudden sound, a clear sword cry that penetrated the sky!
Clang!
The sound of the sword was clear and translucent, resounding throughout the "ancient dojo"!
In an instant, all fifty thousand enemy monks were stunned by the sonorous and domineering sound of swords, and their ears were bleeding!
follow closely.
A sky-high sword light with a length of 1,800 feet fell from the sky!
Half of the night sky in the dojo was illuminated by the sword light.
laugh!
The sword light of the Qingtian sword directly pierced the head of the demon cultivator!
The sword light went down smoothly and penetrated the demon cultivator's head, neck, chest, stomach, and crotch!
Cultivate the demon's shadow and cut it in two with one sword!
At the same time, a hoarse voice floated from a distance.
"Who is this impudent person who dares to insult me, the Penglai Divine Sect?"
