Yuxiang

Among the eight flags, they stand tall and straight to the sky, and golden thunder light is shining inside the gate of each flag, and a heaven-shattering aura envelopes the entire Zixu Temple... The most mysterious thing is that this The breath didn't leak out at all, and it couldn't be sensed if it wasn't inside the flag gate. People outside could only see the flag gate, but they didn't know what happened inside.

On a mountain not far from Zixu Temple, Hu Zixuan and others stood there dumbfounded looking at the eight towering flag gates... They listened to Murong Xianxian's words and planned to leave Lingbo Island overnight.Before leaving, Hu Zixuan wanted to take one last look at the sect that ruined the Hu family, but unexpectedly saw such a strange scene.

"Ma'am, what are the people from Zixu Temple doing?" Hu Zixuan asked a little puzzled.

"I'm afraid they're not doing it."

The middle-aged female cultivator's expression was very serious: "I'm afraid the people in Zixu Temple are in trouble."

"What?!" Hu Zixuan was surprised.

The expression of the middle-aged female cultivator revealed a bit of gloating: "They got into big trouble, the law is clear, and the retribution is not good, this time it's their turn to destroy the family!"

"Really? I want to see them get retribution!" Hu Zixuan was so excited that she didn't even want to leave.

"no!"

The middle-aged female cultivator's expression became serious: "Miss, we have to leave. Even if the Purple Void Temple is destroyed, the Lingyun Sect is still there. If we get involved, it will be useless to explain it. Anyway, there is nothing to do." Word will spread quickly."

"I'm really not reconciled... Well, aunt, could it be that senior did it?" Hu Zixuan suddenly thought of Murong Xianxian, and asked softly.

"Maybe, miss, let's go quickly." The middle-aged female cultivator pulled Hu Zixuan and drove off to the outside of the island.

The movement of the eight banner gates had already alarmed the cultivators of the Zixu Temple. Daohong and the others looked at the tall banner gates in the air, and their faces changed.

"Which fellow daoist came to our temple? I don't know what offended fellow daoist my temple is, please tell me clearly! If the master of this temple cannot meet the requirements of fellow daoist, the Lingyun sect will naturally give you an explanation!" Daohong said in a deep voice .

As expected of the master of one view, he talked about everything, and finally pointed out the backstage of Zixu Temple, which made the other party feel scruples.

"The name is hands-free, and I don't want to confront everyone in the Lingyun Sect yet. However, if Zixu Temple wants to get out of trouble today, please donate all supplies and the lives of disciples above the infant stage!" An erratic voice It came from mid-air, and with Daohong's cultivation, he couldn't tell whether the voice was male or female, let alone the source of the sound.

"What a big tone! Hehehehe, fellow daoist, if he has the means, even if it means taking the life of my Quanguan disciple. What's the problem?!"

Daohong smiled instead of anger.He shouted loudly: "All disciples listen to the order and activate the guarding array!"

Following his instructions, the cultivators of the Purple Void Temple got busy all of a sudden.A powerful aura erupted from the ground, and then the entire Taoist temple was protected by a bowl-shaped mask, and the runes in the light curtain flickered, and the precious light rose.

"Hehe, I'd like to see if it's your Grand Guard Formation or my Thunder Dragon Killing Formation that is more powerful!" Murong Xianxian sneered, raised his hands suddenly, and struck at the eight banner gates one after another .

Click!Click!Click!

A series of arm-thin electric lights shot out from the eight banner gates, and began to condense above the Zixu Temple.The expressions of the monks in Zixu's audience became serious, and a terrifying aura emanated from the gathered lightning.

"Roar!"

With an earth-shattering roar, those lightning lights finally converged into a [-]-meter-long Thunder Bat Dragon, entrenched above Zixu Temple.

"Damn! What kind of formation is this, how could it be..."

Daohong hadn't finished speaking.A humanized look of disdain flashed in the eyes of the Thunder Bat Dragon, and then he patted it down with one paw.

boom!

There was a loud bang, and the protective array of Zixu Temple was smashed to pieces, the remaining prestige was still there, and many buildings were also shattered and collapsed under this claw.

"Please ask Uncle Qianyuan to leave the customs immediately!" Daohong took out a command talisman and threw it to a Taoist next to him. When I Zixu is watching life and death, I will use all my strength to kill the lightning bat dragon, and Patriarch Qianyuan will be able to leave the level immediately!"

As soon as the words fell, the monks in the audience sacrificed their magic weapons and flying swords, and attacked the Thunder Bat Dragon in mid-air.

boom!boom!boom!

The precious light shone, and the sword energy rose, and the Thunderbolt Dragon seemed to be enveloped by the brilliance of these magic weapons and flying swords in an instant.

"roar~"

Just when the monks in Zixu's audience were rejoicing, there was a dragon chant in mid-air, and the flying swords were scattered in all directions. Murong Xianxian was overjoyed. The cauldron cover flew up, and a huge mouth appeared in the midair, spraying out countless golden and red silk threads, engulfing those magic weapons and flying swords, and put them into the cauldron in an instant, and when the huge mouth disappeared, there was no more trace in the air. Seeing the sight of the magic weapon Feijian, those cultivators who lost their natal flying sword coughed up blood one after another, all dumbfounded.

"Roar!"

The Thunderbolt Dragon was not idle. It roared and swung its claws fiercely, only to hear a rumbling sound. The rumbling thunder light with the thickness of an arm fell like a torrential rain. Beyond it, houses were destroyed and people were scattered. The middle and low-level disciples ran around crying, but the whole Zixu temple was blocked by the flag gate, and they couldn't escape at all. Even if there was an excellent magic weapon, after defending against dozens of lightning rays, they were finally struck by lightning Turned into coke... But in an instant, in the Zixu Temple of hundreds of disciples, only Dao Hong and a dozen other monks at the stage of refining gods were still struggling to support.

Suddenly, a long howl resounded from the back mountain, followed by a ray of light shooting towards this side like lightning, and at the same time an old man's voice sounded: "He Fang Xiaoxiao, how dare you destroy my Zixuguan foundation!"

Suddenly, the escape light has come to the top of Zixu Temple, and in the light, an angry old man is pointing his halberd and shouting... This is a great monk in the pure yang realm, the uncle Qianyuan that Daohong mentioned before, At this time, I just received the news to leave the customs early.Although he had already thought that the situation outside might be very dangerous, he did not expect that what he saw was a miserable scene of corpses strewn all over the field. Nuo Da's Zixu Temple, with only a dozen monks at the moment, was already in danger.

However, before his words fell to the ground, the Thunderbolt Dragon in the sky had already stretched its waist, and slammed down with its huge claws... With a 'bang' sound, the Taoist Qianyuan was like a shooting star. was smashed down.

boom!

His body hit the ground heavily, and his voice was muffled, causing everyone's hearts to jump... This is a great cultivator in the pure yang realm, so he died.Is this hallucination?This is definitely an illusion!

There is no doubt about the answer, Qianyuan's body was lying on the ground like a puddle of mud, his body was scorched black, and even Yuanshen had not escaped.

Daohong and the others stared at this scene in astonishment...Suddenly someone yelled, and several monks drove into the air and rushed into the air, trying to escape, even Daohong, the master of observation, could not help but sacrifice The umbrella-shaped magic weapon, surrounded by Baoguang, soared into the sky, trying to rush out of the range of the Qimen.

"Roar!"

In mid-air, the Thunder Bat Dragon roared, and its figure flickered. In an instant, the sky was filled with thunder and light, which immediately obliterated the figures of those monks.

"Hehe, this time we will also be a house raider Ling Yin!" Murong Xianxian chuckled lightly, turning into a ray of light and rushing down.

Hundreds of miles away from the Zixu Temple, thousands of monks looked at the eight tall banner gates and the Thunder Bat Dragon entrenched above the Zixu Temple, and they all saw the thunder like a vast ocean.

"Zixu viewing is over!"

Among the crowd, I don't know who said such a sentence, but everyone felt the same.

"Hey! When Zixuguan wiped out Hu's family, I'm afraid I never thought that I would have such a day!" Someone spoke again, and everyone looked for the reputation, but they couldn't find who it was. Obviously the speaker was very careful and didn't want to hurt himself. Caused a murderous disaster.

"The backstage of Zixu Temple is the Lingyun Sect. If the Lingyun Sect sends someone to investigate thoroughly, I'm afraid that person will not be able to please him." A female cultivator obviously wanted to get close to Zixu Temple.

As soon as someone mentioned the Spirit Luck Sect, all the monks fell silent. The Spirit Luck Sect is considered a medium-sized force in the Luotian sea area, governing nearly a thousand islands, large and small.And Zixu Temple is a small sect affiliated to it. Although the relationship may not be very close, but if an affiliated sect is destroyed, it is Chi Guoguo's face-slapping behavior. If the Lingyun Sect pretends to be confused, then its subordinates The other affiliated forces will definitely be separated from Germany.

"Hey, that guy is cheap! Limbo Island has a lot of rich mines, and Zixu Temple is even richer!" Some monks' eyes were full of envy and hatred, and some quick-witted casual cultivators had already started to move. They went to the outlying stronghold of Zixu Temple to impress, but most people still dare not act rashly, lest they will provoke the tragic revenge of the Spirit Luck Sect.

In the Zixu Temple, Murong Xianxian emptied the warehouses of the Zixu Temple with satisfaction. Among the items carried by the monks, he had already made a fortune. The various pills, magic weapons, and elixir in these warehouses There are countless minerals, ores, and spiritual stones. Zi Xuguan's family fortune of thousands of years fell into Murong Xianxian's pocket.

"Strange!"

Murong Xianxian, who had searched her mind, frowned slightly, because she had searched all over the warehouse and some places where treasures were stored, but could not find the Black Jade Cauldron...Suddenly, she had an idea and thought of the possible existence of the Black Jade Cauldron. Place - Daohong's storage ring.

When she found out Daohong's storage ring and sank her consciousness into it, she couldn't conceal her joy immediately—in Daohong's storage ring, two black jade tripods were quietly placed there , which can explain why Daohong knew the purpose of the Black Jade Cauldron.