Chapter 164 The Destruction of Jianzong

Zhang Zixuan walked to the door of the inner room and asked softly, "How's Fengcheng?"

Le Tian just opened the paper bag. After listening to this, she closed the paper bag again: "The breath is much more stable, and it finally saves her life. Well, the only thing left to do is to take him back to Yijiao. With the elixir of Yijiao, it will definitely be restored. It's just that the boat is tired, and now he can't stand it..."

"No." The elder came out of the door, closed the door, and returned a jade bottle to Zhang Zixuan: "Master, according to your plan, give the elixir to the two people to eat."

"That's good." Zhang Zixuan took the jade bottle and immediately handed it to Lin Tianjiao beside him: "Senior, there is the last one in it. I hope you can put it away quickly."

The old man Tianxuan and the elder seem to have heard about the Arabian Nights! What is the concept of Jiu Zhuan Jindan? Every time one appears, it will cause an uproar in the human world! The spiritual practitioners in the realm of one flower in the spiritual world are already the mainstay, and the second flower is definitely a master - raising an ordinary person to the realm of a spiritual master overnight. Can this thing not be considered against the sky?

What's more serious is that this kind of nine-turn golden elixir is even rarer every time it appears. Because everyone knows that such a rebellious thing as Jiu Zhuan Jindan is something that must consume the life of the refiner as furnace ash before it can be refined. Once it appears, it means that the monk who refined this medicine has returned to Huangquan.

It's surprising enough that Zhang Zixuan can appear from Tianyu Daozang. Therefore, taking out three nine-turn golden elixir is no longer very rare. If you can be generous enough to give away this kind of golden elixir, this kind of temperament is probably the most rare!

"Hey hey, this thing?" Lin Tianjiao took the jade bottle containing the spiritual reincarnator elixir, rubbed it carefully with his hand for a while, and finally showed a sad face: "It's really useless!"

"Hmm?"

I mean, we don't need it now. You'd better keep it carefully!" When Lin Tianjiao said this, he looked back at Lin Tianyao with pale eyes and did not look back: "This is something that others have refined with their lives. You should cherish it."

Zhang Zixuan felt a little strange, but he didn't ask in detail. He just took the jade bottle again and put it back in his beard: "Thank you for reminding me. I will cherish it."

"That's good... Forget it, it's also touching to stay. Zixuan, let's go first. I don't know why the expression on Lin's brother's face was a little strange for a while. As soon as they finished saying this, they suddenly disappeared in place, and even Zhang Zixuan was not given the opportunity to say goodbye.

Does Elder Lin Tianjiao know the first owner of this nine-turn golden elixir? Zhang Zixuan suddenly had doubts in his heart, and now he can't control this. The state of Fengcheng and Tianxue is what he wants to know.

The elder was also reasonable. Seeing the Lin brothers leave, he explained to Zhang Zixuan, "I will isolate their breath with prohibition. Otherwise, I'm afraid the huge aura of the nine-turn golden elixir will cause many inconveniences!"

"Hmm." Zhang Zixuan nodded. Now all he can do is wait.

"Huh? Why is there a ban? What is the nine-turn golden elixir? Zixuan, where did you get it? Le Tian put down the cloud cake and asked. In her heart, Zhang Zixuan was much more important than the cloud cake. However, this series of questions also happened to ask the thoughts of the elder and the old man Tianxuan.

Zhang Zixuan smiled bitterly and told the story to the three people in detail. As for the spiritual practice meeting and so on, in order to avoid making more explanations, Zhang Zixuan did not say it. The elder and the old man Tianxuan also didn't ask.

"So it is... Zixuan, how can you do this?" Le Tian said angrily, "You always put yourself to death. Aren't you afraid of the day..." Before he finished speaking, a few tears flashed in Le Tian's eyes.

"I..." Zhang Zixuan was a little embarrassed. He walked to Le Tian, gently grabbed her jade cheek, and explained softly, "At that time, there was only this road left. If I don't go in, no one can convince so many spiritual practitioners.

Indeed, if Zhang Zixuan can't hold the six magic weapons and declares that he will not swallow the six magic weapons alone, no matter how high his cultivation is, he can't resist the siege of the crowd. Sometimes when there are too many ants, they will bite the elephant to death.

"That won't work either. You always think about Yi Jiao. Have you ever thought about me? Have you thought about it for Xiao Hong? Le Tian almost cried bitterly. Although Zhang Zixuan's auspicious appearance this time, not only was not hurt, but his strength doubled. But in case something dangerous happens in the future, will he still take a risk? This doesn't work!

"..." Zhang Zixuan was speechless in the face of Le Tian's questioning. I had to hold her in my arms and stroke his smooth and round jade back to show his comfort.

Beijian Mountain, Yu Jianzong.

Wang Yifei sat on the wooden chair with a melancholy face. It has been a long time since I took over the position of suzerain, and I think all the decisions have been basically fair and strict. Since the battle of Nanjian Mountain a few years ago, the Royal Sword Sect has suffered heavy losses. He has strictly ordered his disciples to prohibit him from participating in any things in the spiritual world and human world, and the Luohe Temple is no exception.

This is really a wise move. After the Royal Sword Sect withdrew from the spiritual world, he worked hard to govern and recuperate. In the past few years, it has also recovered from its heyday. However, these are far from enough! His goal is to make Yujian Sect ban Yijiao and Xuemen and become the largest gang in the spiritual world. Of course, this goal is still a long way off.

The ambitious Wang Yifei was meditating on the next move, but heard a huge roar. Then, there is a red sea of fire.

"What happened?" Wang Yifei pulled out his sword and asked loudly. Unfortunately, the scene of echoing in the past did not appear, only a little disciple with a black face and just started appeared.

"Master Uncle Zu, there is a group of unknown monks outside, who have completely invaded the Jianzong..."

"Wan" didn't wait for him to finish the matter, and Wang Yifei flew to the outside of Beijian Mountain with his sword. As soon as he went out, he was shocked.

The whole four sects in the east, south, west and north are in a sea of fire, and the fire of the soldiers almost devoured all the buildings of the Royal Sword Sect. Countless masked monks in black don't know where they come from.

The endless ashes, the endless fire, and the endless corpses of the disciples turned Wang Yifei's eyes red. He clenched the bloodthirsty Shura sword in his hand, and a blood-red murderous atmosphere burst out all over his body. The murderous atmosphere all over the sky is now full of heaven and earth - he is possessed!

Wang Yifei raised the bloodthirsty Shura sword in the original thirteen arrays of swords, and a bloody breath surrounded the body of the bloodthirsty Shura sword. Originally a bloodthirsty Shura sword, which was originally an evil sword, is like an arrogant madman who has just woken up from a nightmare, pouring out his own edge to the world!

"The suzerain!" With a helpless shout, Li Bai, the deputy suzerain of Dongjian Mountain, Luo Tian, the deputy suzerain of Xijian Mountain, and Hao Fan, the deputy suzerain of Nanjian Mountain, appeared in front of Wang Yifei at the same time. The sword in everyone's hand is stained with countless blood. Even if it is a bloodless blade, it can't stand such a terrible sadness.

In Wang Yifei's blood-red eyes, there was only coldness far away from human nature, and he whispered in a low voice, "Kill."

"Yes!" Although the three deputy suzerains had found that Wang Yifei had become a demon, they still chose to obey his orders. It's not because of Wang Yifei's leadership temperament, nor because they have no brains. But because of the anger of leaving, I saw that my home was destroyed and my relatives and friends were killed. At this time, in addition to choosing to kill to calm the uneasiness in my heart, is there any other choice?

The blood mist is flying, and the breath of resentment all over the sky makes the whole world change color.

Li Bai holds the Eight Wasteland Soul Chasing Sword, Luo Tian holds the Inverted Demon Emperor Sword, and Hao Fan holds the infinite sword. The three of them got the wonderful ways of each sword sect respectively, killing people is as neat as cutting hemp. Sword spirit, anger and murderous spirit are stirred up with each other for a while. No one can tell who it is and what it is. All they know is that the human head keeps falling and the blood can't stop spraying.

The burnt odor of the corpse makes the whole Yujianzong in a vast situation. Even if some spiritual practitioners pass by, they can't see through this heavy fog, and they can't see the tragic situation of the life of the Royal Sword Sect.

"Ah!" Li Bai's hand fell with a knife, and seven men in black died under the sword. His sword spirit has reached the realm of demons and immortals. Every time he makes a sword attack, it will cause a huge cyan aura wave. The sharp sword spirit is almost invincible, and all the characters or things that stand in front of the sword spirit are split in half.

Dongjian Mountain originally had its own unique places to practice sword spirits, not to mention the sub-owner of Dongjian Mountain? The more powerful the sword spirit is, the more Li Bai can exert its power. Sword spirit, human sword spirit, although Li Bai dares not be the first master of the Royal Sword Sect, but when it comes to the strength of the sword, he is of course the first.

In comparison, Luo Tian's inverted magic emperor's sword is much darker. First of all, there is nothing to praise in Xijian Mountain. The only strength is the fairy sword, which can barely be counted as such. Therefore, Xijian Mountain belongs to the backup department of Yujian Sect. Although its strength is not strong, no one dares to offend them.

Due to the destruction of the evil king's sword, the thirteenth array of sword collapsed in an instant. The remaining twelve fairy swords that originally guarded the array flowed out of the array and became the personal weapons of several masters of the Royal Sword Sect, which also invisibly reduced the reputation and strength of Xijian Mountain. Now when the two are compared, you can know which is better or worse at a glance.

Hao Fan killed these invading Yujian Sect, burned and looted all kinds of evil people in black, while thinking about their identity. Obviously, such a black breath must be a disciple of the Devil's Gate. But it's just a magic door. How can it overthrow the Royal Sword Sect so quickly?

"The Evil Fairy Pavilion?" Hao Fan looked at the masked man in front of him who blocked his blow in surprise. If this man doesn't show his skills, others will definitely think that he is just an ordinary soldier. Ordinary figure, ordinary temperament, ordinary skills.

However, when Hao Fan's infinite sword was about to touch his body, a burst of purple smoke emitted from his body. The originally invisible smoke seemed to be stronger than gold and iron around his body, blocking Hao Fan's casual blow.

"Evil Immortal Fog" is a special skill of the Evil Immortal Pavilion, which can refine a magic weapon into a mass of fog. This fog has all the properties of magic weapons, and it can be permanently atomized - it is pervasive. It can hit you, but you can't hit it.

The Evil Immortal Pavilion is actually a very strange organization. There are not many members, but they are all first-class masters. The monk who has no cultivation can't even enter the threshold at all. Therefore, no matter how few they are, they are indisputably one of the three evil sects.

"The Evil Immortal Pavilion and the Magic Gate, no wonder our Royal Sword Sect will collapse so quickly!" Hao Fan held a breath in his heart, raised his infinite sword, and went to the top of the head of the man in the Evil Immortal Pavilion with a move of "sword through Changhong".

Mr. Evil Immortal, how can there be a general person? The man reacted strangely and retreated back with his toes a little.

"Where to escape!" Hao Fan shouted and just wanted to come forward to intertwine with him, but he felt that there was suddenly a cold object on his chest. Looking down, it turned out to be a cold and shining sword! He suddenly felt dizzy and turned around with all his strength. Seeing that there was another dark shadow behind him, he was slowly pulling out his sword to wipe the blood on it.

As for Luo Tian and Li Bai, they also fell to the ground and were in a pool of blood.

Hao Fan sneered twice. Originally, he thought that the Royal Sword Sect was a disaster and would be blessed, but he didn't expect that it would still be a bamboo basket in the end! Master, master, did it make sense for you to save the Royal Sword Sect with your life at that time?

Unexpected to the answer, Hao Fan felt sleepy for a while. He couldn't help fighting and fell asleep coldly all over.

"Supplement a sword!" The man who originally attracted Hao Fan's attention looked at Hao Fan warily and said indifferently.

When the man in black beside Hao Fan heard the words, he quickly nodded, pulled out his sword again, and stabbed Hao Fan's lower Dantian fiercely...

There was a strange sound of "bing" and "Zi La". When he looked at it again, the man in black still became an inanimate corpse, and fell to the ground softly like the disciples of the Royal Sword Sect.

"You..." The rest of the man in black was shocked when he saw it: "Who are you?"

I saw that the man had long red hair, a pair of eyes full of blood, and a sharp magic sword in his hand - the bloodthirsty Shura sword. Who else can it be if it's not Wang Yifei? However, it makes sense to say that he is not Wang Yifei, because he has completely turned into a demon at this moment and is controlled by the evil spirit of the bloodthirsty Shura Sword. He is no longer Wang Yifei of the Royal Sword Sect at that time.

"Humph!" Wang Yifei suddenly raised the bloodthirsty Shura sword, and saw a burst of blood suddenly pouring in from the whole Royal Sword Sect, forming a gorgeous red whirlpool above Wang Yifei's head. Finally, it poured into the bloodthirsty Shura Sword and became a delicious meal for evil spirits.

"Evil spirits are gods!" Wang Yifei gritted his teeth and said.

"You are crazy! The Royal Sword Sect is destroyed, and you can build it again!" The master of the Evil Fairy Pavilion suddenly lost his voice to persuade him. He knew that as soon as the other party's "evil spirit god" was opened, not to mention himself, even the owner of the Evil Fairy Pavilion could not resist his attack - except for "that person".

"Crazy? Humph... The painstaking efforts of hundreds of years were destroyed overnight. Can you not be crazy? Wang Yifei said calmly that the bloodthirsty Shura sword in his hand had changed from the original silver white to complete blood red. The huge spiritual pressure makes the whole world change color, as if every move will cause great fluctuations.

"Cut!" There is no gorgeous move, no invincible sword, just a gentle stroke, but it seems to contain some kind of reason. The simple blow makes the other party have nowhere to hide!

"Sure enough... can't you?" The monk suddenly turned into a blood fog in this blow, and at the same time poured into Wang Yifei's bloodthirsty Shura sword.

Wang Yifei's bloody eyes hurriedly glanced at Hao Fan and the other three people lying on the ground. He did not speak or miss him. He raised his feet and was ready to leave. But after a few steps, he stopped involuntarily and said indifferently, "Is the Lord here?"

In the blood fog, a figure appeared. If it weren't for this figure, I'm afraid no one would have found him, because he has completely become one with these resentment and blood, regardless of each other. He used to think so, but now Wang Yifei obviously found himself, which surprised him very much.

"Not bad. I didn't expect that there would be someone who could find me in the human world. If you haven't been here for more than a few hundred years, it seems that you have become a lot of masters!" He raised his head, with a handsome face, his eyebrows were as green, and his eyes were as bright as stars, but his face was slightly pale, and he seemed to have suffered a serious internal injury.

"It's nothing. If I still can't find you when I'm burning my life. Then Wang has lived in vain in his life..." Wang Yifei smiled sadly, and his blood-red eyes unexpectedly showed the color of emotion.

"Ha ha, you are a sword lover, and you finally died under the sword. You should feel satisfied. Cough..." The young man covered his mouth and coughed gently twice, revealing a pool of dark red blood.

Wang Yifei raised his finger's bloodthirsty Shura sword: Yes, in the end, his spiritual knowledge and soul will inevitably be swallowed up by the evil spirit. At that time, he will die and not be born. This is his own result. However, isn't it a good destination for me to die under the Shura Sword?

He flicked the bloodthirsty Shura sword with his finger, and the latter immediately answered his master with a soft voice.

"You are injured, why do you still attack our Yujian Sect?" Wang Yifei didn't know why he said so much to this person. Maybe everyone is a sword lover. Only sword lovers will cherish each other so much.

"Do you want to know until you die?" The young man coughed dryly again and laughed, "This curiosity is really strong."

"I just want to be a sensible ghost." Wang Yifei glanced at the young man: "Such a serious internal injury, but it still jumps from the underworld to the human world, controlling the sneak attack of the Evil Immortal Pavilion and the Demon Gate, and burning my Royal Sword Sect. I'm afraid it's not for revenge or something?"

"Cough... Apologize first. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, I must destroy all the right people who have seen me. Yu Jianzong, cough... I have to destroy..."