Chapter 240 Extraterritorial Magic Symbol

Clouds and clouds are faint. On the hidden peak of Yulong Mountain like a fairyland, a row of disciples are receiving the elixir task on the square of the hall in an orderly manner, and a row of sword lights in a neat queue flew up and disappeared in the clouds. The ceremony of this sect is approaching, and things in the sect are also busy. There are also two sects of Xianling Sect Luo Yuezong coming to watch the ceremony, but this spirit can't be compared at all. Therefore, all the disciples in the sect were refreshed and intensified their practice, so as not to be underestimated by the visiting two sects.

Although they rely on each other, everyone knows the open and secret struggles between the three sects. After all, the fat is only such a big piece. Although it is on the surface, the three sects in private do not know how many times they have fought secretly. The two clans of Xianling Luoyue joined hands and barely suppressed the head of Miao Chengzong. Unfortunately, the two families were not very united, so there was a stalemate.

Xiao Motian stood on the high platform with a gloomy face, silently looking at the disciples coming and going below, with a worried face. A month ago, he took Ganping down the mountain to buy something, but the boy disappeared, and he had no choice but to return to his life. As a result, it provoked the fierce scolding of the boundless man, and his stomach was full of grievances and did not complain. Then when the Wei Yufeng was out of the gate, he called himself. The strong sword pressure still often appeared in his mind, sweating coldly. Only then did he know how important the boy was in the eyes of these two sect giants.

Fortunately, he is a disciple of this Yin Xuanfeng's lineage. He just intimidated himself and did not delve into it. However, recently, his disciples received a lot of criticism when he received the elixir. Thinking that the first character of the Ianzi would not secretly use such small means. It must be the low-level disciples of Mingyunfeng who secretly vented their dissatisfaction. If it had been normal, I would have gone to Mingyunfeng to ask him. However, I don't have the face to go to Mingyunfeng to see the first seat of the boundless son. As long as this sultry is in the stomach, there is no place to vent the grievances of Xiao Motian. The middle-level master of Jindan almost vomited blood, and the children can't help complaining about this Ganping. They have nothing to do, and even make themselves suffer.

Thank God, this little ancestor has come back, and a stone in Xiao Motian's heart has also fallen to the ground. Today, when I heard the news that Ganping had returned to the sect, he hurried to come, but Ganping plunged into the Lishan Hall and did not come out for a long time. Xiao Mofeng hesitated a little. How should he face Gan Ping? Speaking of which, he should hold a grudge in his heart, but Gan Ping's identity made him hate him. What a joke? Is it possible for you to embarrass yourself now and the disciples who may become the first in the future? Isn't that crazy? However, if he let go of the disobedient boy, he was a little unwilling. Speaking of which, it hasn't arrived at the sect ceremony yet. For the time being, Gan Ping still belongs to his experienced disciples.

Just as he was thinking about how to meet Gan Ping, as a middle-level master of Jindan, he suddenly felt the pressure behind him, and the unforgettable heartbeat rose up, "Heavenly disaster!" Xiao Motian pretended to look at the direction of the Lishan Hall and his expression changed greatly.

In the cave behind the Yinfeng Mountain, an old man who was about to lose his head and hair was sitting cross-legged, with the mysterious breath scattered all over his body, and the room was full of wind. Suddenly, the old man's eyes suddenly opened, and two condensed sword lights flew out of his eyes. The huge stone in the closed cave in front of him turned into dust flying with the wind, and the old man had already turned into a streamer and disappeared, leaving only a curling echo around the cave, "The magic disaster in troubled times, hum!"

Xiao Motian's legs trembled slightly, and he looked at the scene in front of him with a shocked face. I don't know when a purple-red cloud appeared on the towering Lishan Hall. Although compared with the huge body of the Lishan Hall, this small cloud is no more than a drop in the sea, Qixiu Zhenren Xiaomo Tian felt that the Lishan Hall was faintly crushed by the strange clouds. The disciples around him had also found this strange scene for a long time. The pressure from the air made these low-level disciples half kneel on the ground. Even Xiao Motian felt that his legs trembled and it was difficult to condense their minds.

When everyone was panicked, their faces were pale, thinking that the disaster was coming. A magnificent sword light rose from the back of the hidden peak, which was as magnificent as the spear in the hands of the ancient god pointing straight to the sky. Then he counted the sword light flying, and the light was shining and couldn't be seen. He couldn't help but be overjoyed. "It's the elders, the elders. Don't panic." With the rise of the strong sword light, even the momentum of the strange disaster clouds in the air was stagnant, and the disciples who were suppressed by the disaster clouds in the square suddenly became light.

As a deacon of Yin Xuanfeng, how could Xiao Motian not know what kind of person lives in the back mountain? Seeing these legendary characters taking action, he calmed down a little and quickly shouted and commanded these disciples to retreat here. Although he didn't know what appeared in the sky, he knew that he could not intervene in this matter.

His eyes were swept away, and the old man's face was slightly surprised, "The five elements split air separation array? No wonder these big events have not been arraignited without anger. What is the silver guard doing? Unexpectedly, it is necessary to set up this array," he sighed secretly. The old man waved his hand. "Guys, first set up the broken star shaking light sword array and smash this damn cloud, otherwise the Lishan Hall will not be guaranteed." Behind him, the sword light immediately shouted when he heard the words, turning into a streamer and flying away, leaving the old man under this strange cloud of disaster.

Regardless of the ban on flying at will on Yin Xuanfeng, he ordered all his disciples to take off their swords and escape from this horrible battlefield. With the disciples flying more than a hundred miles, Qixiu Zhenren smiled and calmed down and looked at the hidden peak towering into the sky in the distance. This distance should be quite safe. The disciples stopped the sword light and looked back. In an instant, thousands of sword lights of various colors were floating in mid-air, like a colorful cloud shining the color of the mountain below, which was extremely gorgeous.

However, the sword light emitted by these thousands of people is much worse than the movement on Yin Xuanfeng. Yin Xuanfeng, a hundred miles away, has been shrouded in hundreds of billions of purple-black thunder. The thunder shining with horrible light is like a root fence that can't drain the water around Yin Xuanfeng. Looking at the hidden Xuanfeng, which turned into a thunder prison, a chill rose up behind the hidden Xuanfeng, which turned into a thunder prison. If it hadn't for the opportunity, he would lead these disciples to escape. ····

While he was thinking about it, there were more than ten thousand sword lights flying in all directions, but the elders and deacons of the disciples of each peaks were shocked and came out to watch. Indeed, it is difficult to know such a big movement. The first elders of the peak looked at the hidden Xuanfeng shrouded in thunder in the distance with an ugly face, and their faces were full of horror. In addition to the first seat of those major peaks, the other clan families and the first seat of Xiaofeng gathered here and watched nervously. Several of them were also worried and worried about gains and losses. They couldn't help but feel a little contemptuous in their hearts. These wolves, ambitious and short-sighted guys.

Gan Ping was standing on the side of the hall, holding the big bearded spiritual light cup in his hand. Although he collected the green ghost bone fire into the spiritual light cup, the flame was really domineering. He had not fully mastered the power of the spiritual light cup. At present, he could only barely suppress it, but he wanted to integrate it into his body as before. It's impossible for the time being.

Gently holding the spiritual light, Gan Ping looked at the strange scene in front of him with a nervous look. He received the vicious flame. The pressure of the Taishi uncle Shouyin Zhenren was significantly reduced a lot. Under one palm, he patted the small disaster cloud contained in the small Sijiu Xumi's skill, and the thunderflame in the sky disappeared. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but they didn't expect that the scene would change suddenly. The brilliant Lianshan Yijing actually emitted a huge magic spirit, and a magic shadow more than ten feet high quietly appeared.

The real person Shouyin was shocked and angry. He didn't expect this Tianzong to be so fierce. After the little four-nine Xumi, he added an extraterritorial magic charm to this treasure book. It turned out that the little disaster cloud just now was not sent to the treasure book, but the magic weapon to suppress the magic charm. Now that the prohibition is gone, the demon sealed in this magic charm immediately appears in shape and stands in front of everyone.