Lu Han went east, leaving behind a wailing wailing in the wilderness temple. The relatively intact building was basically one-quarter left, and casualties were only second. Although everyone understood that Lu Da Demon was not so cruel, he was still a life-and-death enemy and would not be grateful at all.

The four gates of Canglei City were closed, as if they were facing a major enemy's first-level combat readiness. Countless eyes were staring at the four directions because they were scared by the news that came one after another.

A day and a half ago, the fire in the Ghost Valley was in the sky. I heard that it was bombarded by lightning for several hours. The protection formation was broken, with two thousand casualties, and one of the envoys fled with injuries.

The Flower Demon Ancestor, this name that has been silent for decades, has exploded in the Western Wilderness. Compared to his arrogance, his appetite has increased several times, and he actually dared to attack the top sects.

Xuanyue Pavilion is closest to Canglei City, only more than 300,000 miles away. Cangyuan Realm can be reached in one day, but the road between the two is blocked, and the sense of crisis is inexplicably exacerbated.

"City Lord, we are not far from Tianfu Mountain. If the three Lords are angry, they will be able to come here in an instant. I guess Lu Han dare not be too presumptuous."

Amid the vast huge wall, behind a middle-aged man who was only five feet tall, an old and hoarse voice came from behind. The person who spoke was an old man in gray robe, who seemed to be about seventy years old.

What he said is not without reason. The span between Tianfu Mountain and Canglei City is about 500,000 miles, and the cultivation resources here are three points richer than Jiuhua City. Because if the three lords are short of them, they will send people to visit them abnormally. The spiritual materials used by cultivators in Cangyuan Realm are not more abundant in the Western Wilderness than here.

"Oh—! Haven't you heard about Deputy Lord Lie? He has taken the Eight Great Underworld Guards and has gone to where he has gone. Perhaps he has met the one with the surname Lu."

"There is no news for the time being, but the people who attacked the Ghost Valley have been confirmed to obey Lu Han. He can succeed without participating. After these disasters were subdued by the devil, they were actually more powerful than before. It was simply incredible!"

"I have never seen such a despicable person. He must have been missed by the laws of the Great Dao. The Manghuang Temple went to the Northern Expedition. We also sent people to help him. Although it was a new look, news will leak sooner or later."

"So what? No matter how powerful the magical power is, the magic power will always be exhausted. The devil Lu is so rampant that he will not be in seclusion at all. Sooner or later, he will be sieged by the crowd. Perhaps our Canglei City is the winner of the profits of the gains."

"Yes! Lu Han will lose his temper after a long battle. We are not vegetarians. We work together to fight the powerful enemy, as long as he dares to come!"

While these people were noisy and cheering themselves up, Xuanyue Pavilion was sinking into darkness. Only infinite thunder and lightning kept shining, which would be swallowed by the power of heaven and earth, sending the last trace of light, with murderous intent everywhere in the light.

The thunder pillar as thick as a thigh, two terrifying powers bombarded a place at the same time. The smell of burning and muddy continued to drift, and the howling of the strong wind roared and the roaring waves broke. The end of the world was just like this.

Hua Ting and Zhuang Yang were doing experiments with joy. Since Lu Han gave me some guidance, their understanding of the thunder attributes has increased by at least half compared to before. As expected, they have benefited more with the powerful.

A thunder pillar kept sparking light spots coming out, and the pop sound exploded into pieces, forming a faint halo three meters away. The twisted lightning light went through several twists and fell on the dyingly struggling formation of the protector.

Another thunder pillar, every time it extends downward, is unpredictable, but the target is firmly tied to it, and slowly rotates like a thunder drill, sometimes jumping clockwise, sometimes lingering in the opposite direction.

"Master said that the real thunder pillar is straight. Only when you reach the fairy world and rank as the lord of Taiyi can you understand it. I am so looking forward to it!"

In the dark clouds, while playing magic tricks, Hua Ting did not forget to chat and looked at Zhuang Yang with a hot look.

"Hehe! I hope that guy has unknown origin. Even if his magical powers are invincible, he will not even be able to know the situation in the fairy world. Otherwise, wouldn't he be too shocked and the great way would never tolerate him!"

"That's right! It must be this guy's temptation plan. He wants to completely cut off our thoughts of leaving one day. The straight thunder pillar... is so ridiculous. This attribute is several times obscure than any law, and is the ancestor of the beginning of heaven and earth."

"Hahaha! Our crooked crutches can also be called thunder pillars, which are purely self-comfort."

The two of them joked a few more times, but their introverted heart became stronger and stronger. What is the realm of Taiyi Zhenxian? At this moment, their understanding was still very vague. He suddenly heard two thunders below, and then he pulled the two guys back from their fantasy.

There was a scream inside the magic circle. The power of the thunder pillar finally exceeded its bearing capacity. There was a hole of more than ten feet in size in my eyes. The thick lightning passed through the gap and immediately bombarded the ground of Xuanyue Pavilion.

“Ahhh…no——!”

"Help... it's over..."

“Make up quickly…”

Half of the crisis sounded, hundreds of people were destroyed. The thunder pillar spread and divided into three or five attacks on all sides, like a python tracking its prey, shooting specifically at the monks. Many people only left half of the sentence, completely turned into blue smoke and disappeared into the world.

Zhuang Yang spread the hole that was penetrated to prevent the magic circle from being repaired and closed, while Hua Ting slaughtered a lot, because most of the thousands of people in Xuanyue Pavilion were injecting their magic power into the barrier, desperately supporting the defense in order to save their lives.

More than 200 people took the initiative to attack, including two powerful god-transforming gods. They desperately shot out various treasures to the four people. Nan Yufei, who was in high altitude, was urging a large blue-yellow umbrella, injecting magic power to resist the attack, and the rumbling flashed like holiday fireworks.

He dreamed of getting an acquired spiritual treasure, but now it has finally come true. The umbrella given by Lu Han is of high quality in the medium grade, and its power is extremely impressive.

The umbrella surface rotates rapidly, scraping up a green and yellow vortex of several miles. As long as the attack is approached, it will be weakened by the powerful twisting force. The one below the spiritual treasure is directly sucked in, and it seems like thousands of sharp blades inside, shattering all the remaining power.

Directly above Xuanyue Pavilion, a man stood in the air, looking down at all, smiling contemptuously as if he was looking at an ant.

What slowly emerged from the flower demon ancestor was a terrifying aura of the level of the Cangyuan Realm Venerable. By suppressing all things and breaking the defensive barrier was not within his responsibilities, he coordinated the overall situation and suppressed other leaders of this top sect.

There was an uproar below. Some people had already started to escape, but it was difficult to get faster than the speed of thunder. There were fewer and fewer monks, and the loopholes in the barrier were still increasing slowly.

…………

Two days later, on the southeast border of the Wild Temple, strong wind swept across the yellow sand to cover the sky and the sun. The Wuhenhai Pavilion army arrived and almost burst out, with two-thirds of its power rolling in.

The powerful lineup that ran 300 miles has been reduced by one third, but its momentum is even stronger. Countless terrifying auras are not leaking, and only two-fifths of the power is left within the sect, and the rest are all revenge together.

"Crying and killing the legion, even though he dies, he is still glorious!"

"Shall everything, no hatred or hateful!"

"There is only the Taoist ancestor above the Sea Pavilion!"

The slogan rang again, and the huge sea of ​​sand was also motivated. A golden banner was a hundred feet tall, with dragons flying and phoenix dancing on it, and the vigorous and powerful words were extremely powerful - yue!

The flag emitted a circle of faint light. Even though the sea of ​​sand was surging, every monk could clearly sense that under the main flag was their pavilion master - Ji Tiancang! He was wearing white beard and black hair, his face was as beautiful as jade without wrinkles. He held an ancient blade with copper-colored rust in his hands. It was sharp but extremely cold. The monks behind him were avoiding a hundred feet away, otherwise they would be injured by the sharp edge of the weapon.

His body was like a sharp light, his eyes were deep like the sea, without any expression, and his feet were supported by a lotus-shaped green phantom, like the Lord of the Sky, like a divine weapon supporting the heaven and earth, standing at the core of thousands of people.

In the eyes of many children, Ji Tiancang is like a cold god, with a momentum comparable to the stars. Standing in that area of ​​his own, it can only make people awe and surrender.

"People, can you bring the ancient sword? Is that Lu Han really scary as the rumored thief?"

"The morality is hard to predict. Our cabinet also brought the "Canglun Slaying Demon Sutra", alas--!"

What?

This sentence immediately shocked the three elders who came with him. Their expressions were suddenly colorful and wonderful, and they were all dumbfounded, looking at each other for a long time.

The ancient sword is the treasure of the sect. It has been passed down for more than 6,000 years. It can cut the sky and break the earth, and can flatten the mountains and rivers in one swing. It has a very restraining effect on the innate spiritual treasures.

The origin of the Canglun Slaying Demon Sutra is no longer verified. It has been regarded as one of the world to protect one's fortune for tens of thousands of years, not to mention suppressing the sect's roots. It can be said that the ancient spiritual treasure of Cang is equivalent to moving Wuhenhai Pavilion.

Then is Lu Han so scary?

Basically right!

These people once again stroking Lu Han's record. Since he appeared in the outer territory of the Western Wilderness, he swept all the way from Tianxue City. After destroying Qingling Sect, he entered the Ghost Crying Han Pond and retreated all the way, and severely damaged the Ghost Valley of the top sect.

Then he went to Jiuhua City, and then got involved in the internal strife of the super corpus Feihua Island. His fangs became sharper and sharper. In his eyes, the god-turned monk was like an ant, and Venerable Cangyuan was like a local dog.

No one figured out what level he was. Anyway, all those who were in trouble were dead, and the level was not limited. People left without a life and had to destroy the family. The changes in a few years were equivalent to the sum of the past few thousand years, and they were still developing towards an unpredictable situation.

"The Demon Lu is still a person from the lower realm. No matter how defiant he is, he has his limits. Otherwise, he will be rejected by the interface laws, either ascending successfully or dying by the heavenly killing!"

"Yes! This ancient sword can already crush any Cangyuan realm in the hands of the Pavilion Master. The "Canglun Demon Slaying Sutra" is the peak of this interface. It still has a strong deterrent power in the face of the Shangxuan Realm Master."

"As soon as Cang Lun appears, the gods and demons are gone! I am still too proud of the little thief. I am willing to take action first. Perhaps with my old bone, I can kill it, so don't gain the enemy's aura!"

...

Suddenly, the momentum of the sky changed, and the three elders also looked at the void. A hundred miles high suddenly flashed a few times, and they were already caught by their big hands. The light dissipated and turned into a talisman, and then it started to burn.

"Report to the Pavilion Master, the latest battle report of the Barbarian Temple: The Palace Master Mang Wutianda Shu'an Spirit Elite has long been secretly fleeing away. Lu Han came alone and broke the Barbarian Guardian Formation in one fell swoop. The Temple was destroyed by him, and he severely damaged the remaining elder Balisu!"

A voice trembled slightly, as if it was still difficult to suppress the shock when sending the message, and he hurriedly reported the situation he saw.

hiss--!

This information was not encrypted, and the sound was immediately released. In addition to the three elders, there were more than a dozen powerful god-transforming people within a few miles. They immediately heard it clearly and were stunned by shock.

The super sect is gone just like that?!

The Lord of the Barbarian Palace retreated without fighting and led people to escape in advance. It was simply ridiculous. Is there such a ridiculous thing?

It is the ancient barbarian magic array, which is the best in the entire continent. The ancient inherited veteran formation completely crushed the one in the Wuhenhai Pavilion. Lu Han actually defeated it with one blow, which was so terrifying!

Many people were a little confused. Even though Lu Han had been arrogant before, he killed all directions on Feihua Island and repeatedly killed the Cangyuan Realm Venerable, which was also targeting individuals or group fights, and did not directly confront the super sect.

The Crying and Killing Legion is very irresistible, and it is just a small group to fight. In front of the super sect's strong foundation, it is still very small and can only be regarded as a sharp knife for rushing.

Now, the team led by the Dangdang Zhangzun escaped before the fight, and his nest was completely destroyed, making Lu Han feel like he was in a state of no one. He trampled on him and left safely, which completely overturned their views.

Also, that is to say, this message was sent from the Wild Temple after Lu Han showed off his power, so where did this big devil go?

"Qi Bi Pavilion Master, Ghost Valley was destroyed, and the flower demon ancestor took people to do it, but no trace of Lu Han was seen!"

"Qi Bi Pavilion Master, the latest news from Xuanyue Pavilion: Just last night, the Flower Demon Ancestor led people to attack Xuanyue Pavilion in large numbers, slaughtering most of the internal cultivators, and did not find Lu Han appear!"

Half a day later, the explosive news hit the high-level officials of Wuhenhai Pavilion one after another. The army had crossed 200,000 miles from the border of the Western Wilderness. The golden flag symbolizing authority suddenly made a strange buzzing sound.

"Command: The message is quickly sent back to the sect, with the highest level of combat readiness, and at the same time, the second elder will personally go to repay the Lord of the Realm!"

"The order: The army sets up its formation on the spot and builds it within 500 miles into a killing place. If this cabinet wants to activate the "Canglun Slaying Demon Sutra", it must intercept the thief here!"

"promise--!"

The sky was extremely solemn. The ancient sword seemed to sense Xiao Sha and began to buzz and shake slightly. A black sword light shone into the sky, rendering the sky-high sword within a hundred miles like the night sky.

The murderous aura was suddenly majestic, and countless cultivators returned to their positions step by step. The clanging sound gradually echoed. Six large formation groups formed in a blink of an eye, forming a huge killing formation with the image of the six-member.

On the clouds of the sky, three hundred monks condensed into one, and the blue light was quite spectacular, as if it really represented Cang Yu.

The corresponding ground was a yellow light soaring into the sky, with 500 people densely packed, forming a large ancient seal script character "地" with a series of each other, southeast, west and northeast. The six are combined with each other, as if within five hundred miles is the place outside the sky, completely isolating the outside world into one.
Chapter completed!