surnamed Wang

Chapter 656 The Strong Enemy Attacks
When Wang Gangquan and others came to the mountainside square, the cyan light curtain around the Lingyun Sect was extremely dim, and with a crisp cracking sound, the mountain protection formation completely lost its effect.

A black cavity slowly opened from mid-air, revealing a strange star field inside, Wang Gangquan recognized at a glance that it was the extraterritorial starry sky of the Yangcang Realm.

Many disciples of the mountain gate gradually gathered here, whispering to each other about this weird scene, Hong Qingyan frowned upon seeing this, and for a moment didn't know what to do.

At this moment, a white shadow in the crowd soared into the sky and flew straight towards the black cavity. Just as Hong Qingyan was about to stop his words, Wang Gingquan stretched out his hand to stop him.

"It's useless, I'm afraid there are spies in our Lingyun sect."

As soon as the words fell, the white figure was already approaching Heiqiang, and he raised his hand and threw a red spar, defeating the last remaining obstacle.

There was a harsh cracking sound, the space law of the Three Immortals was broken, and the black cavity suddenly expanded, forming an arch three feet wide and seven feet high, and two big hands came out from the void, grabbed the upper and lower edges of the black cavity, and slammed With force, the crack that was not considered small expanded again, becoming a huge passageway with a length and width of less than ten feet.

The disciples of the sect looked up at this horrific scene, their faces could not hide their astonishment, among them, Hong Qingyan looked the worst, now that there are few high-ranking monks in the sect, and the elder is in a critical moment of retreat, the other party has obviously calculated the timing .

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"The elders of the Lingyun Sect have issued all the orders. Now it is a time of weakness. The highest cultivation level of the monks on the mountain is no more than Yuanying. Let me follow this young master to slaughter this sect and burn this mountain. From then on, there will be no more Lingyun in the world."

A crisp voice came from behind the black star field, causing the monks present to change their expressions, but Wang Bingquan showed a strange expression. He turned to look at Hong Qingyan and said:
"It's troublesome, the old acquaintance is here."

"What old acquaintance?"

As soon as he asked a question, he saw black figures rushing out of the huge crack in the midair. Before they landed, the spells accumulated in their hands fell down first, and the crowd below immediately became chaotic.

Hong Qingyan, as the acting head, immediately reacted, and the spiritual knowledge spread:
"Hold on, the disciples above Jindan form an array to meet the enemy, send a message to the monks to go to Yashizong and Wushan County for help."

With the command, all the disciples quickly calmed down and used their supernatural powers to fight against the enemy. After all, the Lingyun Sect is a rare big sect in the Three Immortals Realm.

When the disciples were fighting for their lives, Hong Qingyan was not idle, and took out the head order to put on a posture and said:
"Junior Brother, protect me for a quarter of an hour, Grandpa Hong will let these foreign monks who underestimate the Lingyun Sect come and go."

Wang Gingquan looked at the five or six cultivators who flew out of the crack, and twitched at the corner of his mouth:

"You think too highly of me."

Hong Qingyan didn't care about these things, and started to make formulas and chant mantras. Wang Gangquan sighed helplessly, brushed his palm across his face, changed his face, and stepped into the air with one step.

The Yangcang Realm dispatched a total of 30 monks this time, less than one-tenth of the Lingyun Sect, but they are all outstanding in the same realm, not to mention the [-] Nascent Souls and the six Huashen.

The crushing of high-level against low-level is a bit easier than cats playing with mice. There are many disciples of the Lingyun Sect, but they can only defend passively. A dozen people form a team to resist the opponent's Nascent Soul stage attack, and they don't fight back at all. As long as there is no leeway for the cultivator who transforms the gods to make a move, they have to fall on the spot.

The reason why the six alien Huashen powerhouses did not participate in the battle was because they encountered a more difficult guy——the aura cultivator with two swords, who managed to withstand the siege of three people alone.

The opponent shot decisively and with treacherous means, and he stopped the foreign monk who was also stepping into the God of Transformation as soon as he met him. The strange thing is that he did not kill the opponent, but stabbed his dantian with a sword, causing the opponent to lose his combat power temporarily.

Seeing the man make a move, the young man who came out of the black cavity at the end looked pensive. He always felt that this scene seemed familiar. The old man in charge of the guard next to him said:

"Young master, this person's technique is a bit weird, do you want me to kill him?"

"No need." The young man said in a cold voice, "If you can't defeat them in three strikes, it's useless for the Yangcang Realm to keep them."

The old man stopped talking and winked at another cultivator who transformed himself into a god. The latter nodded and flew up. A four-on-one situation immediately formed on the scene.

Surrounded by the four of them, Wang Gangquan couldn't help but forced a wry smile, and glanced down at Hong Qingyan, seeing that the other party was doing weird movements like a great god.

He couldn't count on this guy, so he could only procrastinate as much as possible on his own. After the Bai Yujing sword technique was handed out, Wang Bingquan's thoughts moved slightly, and a red beetle quietly flew out of the storage bag, attached to the same bright red sword. over the tip.

At this time, the young man in mid-air finally noticed the weapon in his hand, first he frowned and looked puzzled, then he said with a serious look:

"Elder Guixu, catch him, he will live."

"As ordered!"

The old man nodded slightly, and his figure disappeared instantly.

Just thinking about how to use Immortal Gu to make a fuss, Wang Gingquan's heart skipped a beat for no reason, and a strong life-and-death crisis came. He ignored the weapons stretched out by the enemy behind him, and hurriedly stepped back. At the same time as the enemy in the rear, he also avoided the grab from the void.

"what?"

The old man in black robe showed his figure, and his eyes showed admiration, "What a keen intuition, it seems that he has experienced life and death battles."

The old man didn't have much spiritual fluctuations, but Wang Gingquan didn't dare to take it lightly, he could only comprehend the unspeakable realm, which was much bigger than the gap between Jindan and Yuanying. I can't do the leapfrog challenge like before.

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Seeing the elder personally attacking, several cultivators who transformed themselves consciously retreated and flew down, intending to go and deal with those ants.

Wang Bingquan also knew that it was the time of life and death, so he no longer hid his clumsiness. The two swords joined together, and the light flashed, and the two swords became a red long sword that was crystal clear like jade.

He put the sword back into its sheath, closed his eyes slightly, took a deep breath, and murmured:
"I have a sword that can kill immortals."

The originally clear sky turned gloomy in an instant, and with the strong wind and thunder, the old man's face became more and more interested, and he stroked his beard and said:

"Zhao Shuquan's Baiyujing is on the first floor. It's not easy to have such good fortune at a young age."

Wang Gingquan had no other distractions, he couldn't hear what the other party was saying for a long time, and at the moment he only had that sword in his mind.

When the momentum accumulated to its peak, Hong Qingyan's voice suddenly sounded from below:
"Junior brother, you can withdraw, and it's my turn to perform for brother."

As soon as the words fell, a red glow lit up in the direction of Chixia Peak, and the light quickly condensed to form a round of red sun, which was scorching, far better than the original scorching sun in the sky.

Immediately afterwards, the sky darkened rapidly in the direction of Yanjun Peak, and a crescent moon quietly appeared in the sky, and then gradually solidified, silvery and bright like a hook.

Finally, it was Zhongfeng's turn, and the golden tripod hall burst into colorful rays of light, even stronger than the previous sun and moon. When it reached the peak, it began to shrink rapidly, and finally turned into a colorful stone more than three feet high.

There are nine orifices and eight holes on the stone, flowing like starlight. The moment it appeared, the sun and the moon on both sides trembled. At this moment, the spiritual energy that had been accumulated for thousands of years in the entire Lingyun Sect began to flow, and they rushed to Zhongfeng together.

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(End of this chapter)