Lord of the Divine Show

At the sword refining conference.

Zhong Shenxiu sighed suddenly.

With this sigh, the entire Bailian Peak suddenly collapsed...

If it were ordinary, just this one action would cause serious casualties.

Even the monks had many servants and disciples buried in it. Countless lights flew up, and they were all horrified: "What happened?"

Zhong Shenxiu called out Yutongzi and sat on its back, watching the sword refining meeting stop midway.

Ouyang Zi, who was about to give the question, suddenly became depressed...

But no one cares about him anymore.

After the original concealment formation was broken, a terrifying aura came out from the black hole where Bailian Peak was originally located.

Towering, vast...

It is clearly beyond the limits of a Golden Core cultivator!

"soul?"

"No...it's the breath of Lingbao!"

Taoist Xuan Du was shocked and screamed.

"Mysterious Hundred Refining Sect actually hides a spiritual treasure?"

All the monks looked at the sect master.

But the door owner was filled with uneasiness.

If the Lingbao was born according to the plan, it shouldn't be in such a hurry.

Under the gaze of thousands of people, a beautiful white jade palace flew out of the black hole. On the palace wall, there were mural patterns of nine dragons grabbing pearls.

Right in front of the palace, on the huge plaque, are the three ancient seal characters of 'Wanxiang Palace'.

However, at this time, these three ancient seal characters looked crooked, just like a child's scribbling.

The outline looked more like... someone's twisted face, with two lines of blood and tears falling down.

In the sky thousands of miles away, dark clouds suddenly covered the sky, and a great terror descended.

It seems that a certain existence is about to undergo a catastrophe.

But just when the doom is about to fall but has not yet come.

A voice full of horror, fear, and even despair sounded faintly: "This world... is poisonous, poisonous!"

With a scream, the plaque on the Vientiane Palace shattered into pieces.

Hoho!

In the Vientiane Palace, the nine ancient earth-lung fire dragons suddenly collapsed the wall and roared out, about to turn into nine fire dragons and wreak havoc on the earth, plunging the entire Dajing into decades of drought.

The countless magic weapons that made up the Vientiane Palace suddenly lost the possibility of fusion, and half of the building exploded in all directions.

"Pity……"

Zhong Shenxiu looked at this scene, his expression unchanged.

After three months of retreat, he had already secretly found out the truth.

However, why should he stop Xuanji Bailian Sect from trying another method to break through the soul and refine spiritual treasures?

On the contrary, he is somewhat happy to see the results.

However, it still failed.

'This person……'

The master of Xuanji Bailian Sect was desperate, but he was not mentally disturbed. Looking at Zhong Shen's calm expression, he felt that this ancestor of creation was very enigmatic, as if he already knew everything.

‘The method of seizing souls should have major flaws... Only the true soul seizing the body is one aspect, but the most important thing is that we did not expect that the world here is poisonous? The true spirit that has lost the protection of the soul, and then promoted to the soul together with the magic weapon, will face the poison of heaven and earth without protection? ’

‘Entrusting spiritual treasures seems to be a shortcut to attaining the soul...Among the five unique sects in the world, are there any monks who can’t help but take action against ancient spiritual treasures? There must be this...but it's 80% impossible to beat. ’

Even though the true spirit of the ancient spirit treasure is ignorant, it is not a vegetative state.

If you encounter life or death danger, you will definitely resist instinctively.

And how can the soul of an ordinary monk defeat a true spirit that can mobilize the power of spiritual treasures?

Not to mention, it is still necessary to seize the home and fight away from home, and there will be no chance of survival.

Only like the Xuanji Hundred Refining Sect, which first seizes the unfinished spiritual treasures and then promotes them together, there is still a slight possibility of success.

Poof!

From the black hole, five disgraced Huandan old monsters suddenly escaped. Looking at this scene, they all cried loudly: "Failed..."

"Quickly, fellow Taoists, join me in suppressing the nine ancient earth-lung poisonous fire dragons. If we take them away and cause devastation to all living beings, at least half of the sin will be attributed to us!"

Yang Baixuan ignored his sorrow and shouted quickly when he saw the Wanxiang Palace disintegrating.

However, even though these five Huandan old monsters have amazing magical powers, they have reached the end of their strength.

not to mention……

There is also one missing Zhuge Wufeng!

As for the monks present, they were useless.

The poisonous fire dragon just pounced, and even a monk with a first-level elixir would be refined to death!

"The leader seems to be in trouble."

Zhong Shenxiu approached the head of the Xuanji Hundred Refining Sect with a smile and said, "If the head is willing to give me the method of refining this ancient spiritual treasure, I can capture a poisonous fire dragon for you. Can this business be done?"

"Please also ask fellow Taoist to take action."

The leader of Bailian Sect had no choice but to hand over his hand.

"good!"

Zhong Shenxiu laughed, floated up, and stopped a poisonous fire dragon.

This poisonous fire dragon was transformed from the ancient earth's lung fire veins. It has been suppressed by the Xuanji Bailian Sect for thousands of years and is full of violence.

At this time, when he saw someone blocking the road, he immediately spat out a mouthful of earth-lung poisonous fire.

This fire is one of the seven true fires in the world. Even if Yutongzi is a little bit offended, it will immediately turn into ashes.

Zhong Shenxiu didn't care, as a huge stone Buddha appeared behind him.

At this time, the giant Buddha stretched out his palm and caught the poisonous fire dragon with one hand, as if catching a poisonous snake, holding it seven inches.

The poisonous fire dragon kept struggling, its body entangled with the stone Buddha, turning into a picture of the stone Buddha capturing the dragon.

"this……"

The master of the Xuanji Bailian Sect looked at this scene and was already stunned: "The ancestor of creation has this body to practice magic... I am afraid that it is several points more powerful than the ancestor of Yang, and it has reached the top level in this world... Unless he is one of the top five in the world." The old monster takes action with the spiritual treasure, otherwise he will be able to dominate the world and be incompetent...'

"Master..."

Zhong Shenxiu returned to him with a smile, and said with a faint smile: "I can handle the matter, what's the reward?"

"This is natural..."

The sect master quickly took out a jade slip, held it respectfully with both hands, and handed it to Zhong Shenxiu: "Please continue to suppress those poisonous fire dragons, Ancestor Creation. My Xuanji Bailian Sect will always remember your kindness!"

Zhong Shenxiu, however, did not rush to take action, but watched from a distance as the five ancestors of Huandan fought with the eight poisonous fire dragons.

At the same time, a trace of spiritual thought was immersed in the jade slip.

'This method of stealing souls has been semi-successful, but I didn't expect that there would be contamination when ascending to the soul... And this method actually contains the ideas and wisdom of the six authentic sects to break through the soul...'

'Each poisonous fire dragon is roughly equivalent to a master of level 4 or 5 of returning elixirs... But when the five old monsters turn around, they can be suppressed...'

He looked around.

As the Vientiane Palace exploded, countless cultivators were frantically fighting for the scattered building fragments.

Even if it is just a tile or a copper nail on the door... it is still a magic weapon!

A stream of copper-colored light, like a meteor, hit the ground, revealing a large pit with an ancient bell inside.

A monk wearing a bamboo hat and his whole body shrouded in darkness took the ancient bell magic weapon in his hand with a casual move.

"It's the magic weapon of Dzogchen. Put it down for me!"

All around, several casual cultivators rushed over with red eyes, only to see that this man suddenly erupted with terrifying power. He turned out to be an ancestor of the Golden Pill!

"Senior, spare your life! Spare your life!"

They knelt down while running, and then were crushed into pulp by a big hand of vitality.

Yi Tianchou reached out and stroked the ancient clock, with thoughts in his eyes: "Uncle Han..."

He put away the magic weapon, and then looked at the much-anticipated Master of the Xuanji Bailian Sect, with unconcealable hatred in his eyes: "It is indeed you...and the Ancestor of Creation, why are you helping them! You want to fight with me An enemy?"

Yi Tianchou looked crazy and seemed to have lost his mind. He suddenly crushed the Wanli Transmission Note and left without looking back...