At the sword refining conference.

Zhong Shenxiu suddenly sighed.

With this sigh, the entire Bailian Peak collapsed suddenly...

If it is ordinary, just this will cause major casualties.

Even monks, many servants and disciples were buried in them, and countless escape lights flew up, all of whom were shocked: "What happened?"

Zhong Shenxiu summoned Yu Tongzi, sat on its back, and watched the sword refining conference stop halfway.

Ouyang Zi, who was about to set the question, suddenly became depressed...

But no one cares about him anymore.

After the original hidden formation was shattered, a terrifying aura came from the black hole where Bailian Peak was originally located.

Majestic, vast...

It is obviously beyond the boundaries of Jindan monks!

"The Soul?"

"No...it's the breath of spiritual treasure!"

The Xuan Du Taoist was shocked and screamed in shock.

"There is a spiritual treasure hidden in the Xuanji Bailian Sect?"

All the monks looked at the sect leader.

But the sect leader was filled with uneasiness.

If the Lingbao was born according to the plan, it shouldn't be so hasty.

Amidst the attention of thousands of people, a beautiful white jade palace flew out from the black hole, and there were mural patterns of Nine Dragons taking over the palace walls.

In front of the palace, above the huge plaque are the three ancient seal characters "Wanxiang Palace".

However, at this time, these three ancient seal scripts seemed crooked, just like a child who could do whatever he wanted.

The outline seemed to be... Someone's twisted face, two lines of blood and tears fell.

In the sky thousands of miles away, dark clouds suddenly appeared and a great terror came.

It seems that some existence is about to pass the tribulation.

But just when the disaster is about to fall.

A voice full of horror, fear, and even despair sounded faintly: "This world... is poisonous, poisonous!"

Accompanied by a scream, the plaque of the Vientiane Palace shattered.

Roar!

In the Wanxiang Palace, the nine ancient earth lung fire dragons suddenly collapsed the wall and roared out, turning into nine fire dragons, ravaging the earth, causing the entire Dajing to fall into decades of drought.

The countless magic weapons that formed the Wanxiang Palace suddenly lost the possibility of fusion, and half of the buildings exploded in scattered.

“What a pity…”

Zhong Shenxiu looked at this scene, her expression remained unchanged.

Through March retreat, he had already secretly found out the truth.

However, why did he stop the Xuanji Bailian Sect trying to break through the soul and refine spiritual treasures?

On the contrary, I am happy to see it.

However, it still failed.

‘This person…’

The leader of the Xuanji Bailian Sect was desperate, but he was not mentally ill. Looking at Zhong Shenxiu's calm expression, he felt that this ancestor of creation was very profound and seemed to have known everything long ago.

‘The method of seizing spirits should have major flaws… Only the real spirit is one aspect, but the most important thing is that it is not expected that this place is poisonous? The true spirit, which has lost the protection of the soul, will be promoted to the soul with the magic weapon, face the poison of the heaven and earth without any protection?’

‘Submitting the spiritual treasure seems to be a shortcut to achieving the soul… In that sect of the five sects in the world, are there any cultivators who can’t help but attack the ancient spiritual treasure? This must be...but it is 80% impossible to beat it.’

Even though the true spirit of the ancient spiritual treasure is ignorant, it is not a vegetable.

When encountering life and death danger, you will definitely resist instinctively.

How can the soul of an ordinary monk make a true spirit that can mobilize the power of spiritual treasures?

Not to mention, we should take over the body and engage in away games, and we will die without life.

Only like the Xuanji Bailian Sect, who first seized the spiritual treasure that had not yet been refined, and then promoted together, is still somewhat likely to succeed.

Puff!

Five old monsters with dirt were suddenly escaped from the black hole. Looking at this scene, they all burst into tears: "Failed..."

"Hurry, fellow Taoists and I will suppress the nine ancient earth lung poisonous fire dragons. If they leave them, they will cause disaster to the creatures, and at least half of the sins will be attributed to us!"

Yang Baixuan didn't care about his sadness. Seeing the collapse of the Wanxiang Palace, he quickly shouted.

However, even though these five old monsters, such as the magical powers of the five old monsters, were at the end of their power before.

not to mention……

There is also one Zhuge Wufeng missing!

As for the monks present, they were useless.

The poisonous fire dragon just pounced on him, even if a cultivator who had a first-grade elixir would be refined to death!

"The head seems to be in trouble."

Zhong Shenxiu smiled and approached the head of Xuanji Bailian Sect and said, "If the head of the sect is willing to give me the method of refining this ancient spiritual treasure, I can capture a poisonous fire dragon for you. Can this business be done?"

"I'd like to ask fellow Taoists to take action."

The head of Bailian Sect could not do so, so he could only give in.

"good!"

Zhong Shenxiu laughed and floated up, stopping a poisonous fire dragon.

This poisonous fire dragon was transformed by the ancient earth lung fire vein. It has been suppressed by the Xuanji Bailian Sect for tens of millions of years, and is full of hostility.

At this time, I saw someone blocking the way and sprayed out a mouthful of poisonous fire in the ground lung.

This fire is one of the seven true fires in the world. Even if the feather boy is a little bit off, he will immediately turn into ashes.

Zhong Shenxiu didn't care at all, and a huge phantom of a stone Buddha appeared behind him.

At this time, the giant Buddha stretched out his Buddha's palm and grabbed the poisonous fire dragon with one hand, as if he was catching a poisonous snake, pinching it to seven inches.

The poisonous fire dragon kept struggling, and its body coiled and entangled with the stone Buddha, turning into a stone Buddha's picture of capturing the dragon.

"this……"

The leader of the Xuanji Bailian Sect looked at this scene and was stunned: "The ancestor of creation is practicing magic power in this body... I am afraid it is even more powerful than the ancestor of Yang. It is the top level in this world... Unless the old monster of the five wise men in the world takes action with the spiritual treasure, it will be enough to dominate the world and be unable to control it...'

"The Master of the Sect..."

Zhong Shenxiu fell back to him with a smile, and said with a faint smile: "I can handle the matter, what about the reward?"

"This is naturally..."

The sect leader quickly took out a jade slip, held it respectfully with both hands, and handed it to Zhong Shenxiu: "Please also ask the ancestor of fortune to continue to suppress those poisonous fire dragons. I will remember my kindness from the Hundred Refining Sect!"

Zhong Shenxiu did not rush to do it, but watched the five great Handan ancestors fighting with the eight poisonous fire dragons.

At the same time, a trace of spiritual thought was immersed in the jade slip.

‘This method of seizing the spirit has been half successful, but I didn’t expect that when I was promoted to the primordial spirit, there would be pollution... And this method actually contains the six authentic conceptions and spiritual wisdom to break through the primordial spirit...’

‘Every poisonous fire dragon is roughly equivalent to a master who can restore the elixir for four or five times… but when the five old monsters come back, they can completely suppress it…’

He looked around.

As the previous explosion of the Wanxiang Palace, countless wandering cultivators were crazily competing for the scattered building fragments.

Even if it is just a piece of tile or a copper nail on the door... it is also a magic weapon!

A copper-colored stream of light, like a meteor, hit the ground, showing a large pit, inside which was an ancient bell.

A monk wearing a hat and covered in black fear took the ancient bell magic weapon in his hand with a casual move.

"It is the magic weapon of Great Perfection, let it go!"

Around him, several casual cultivators rushed over with red eyes, but saw a terrifying power suddenly burst out from the man's body. He turned out to be a Jindan ancestor!

"Senior! Please spare me!"

They knelt down as they ran, and were crushed into meat paste by a strong hand.

Yi Tianchou reached out to caress Gu Zhong, with memorial in his eyes: "Uncle Han..."

He collected the magic weapon and looked at the highly anticipated leader of the Xuanji Bailian Sect, with an unconcealable hatred in his eyes: "It's really you... and the ancestor of creation, why do you want to help them! Are you going to be enemies with me?"
Chapter completed!