On the main peak of Lingkong Mountain, the crystal clear Bingjue Fairy Palace stands on the winding snow-covered jade belt on the top of the mountain. Although the north wind blows the snowflakes, it does not appear messy at all. It flies around the mountain, like a scroll of ice and snow, beautiful and pleasing to the eye.

Unfortunately, all the disciples and disciples standing outside the gate of the Immortal Palace Hall had no time to take care of this beautiful scenery. They all looked up at the sky with fear on their faces, surrounded by the former Palace Master Shen Yubing and the current Palace Master Zuo Ninglu. Even the five elders of the Immortal Palace were standing behind the two of them. Although their expressions were better than others, they were full of solemnity.

At this moment, a man and a woman fell from the air. It was Zuo Lingjue, who had been to Beihan Island for more than three months, and Shen Zhiyu, the Supreme Elder of the Immortal Palace.

"Ninglu, did you send a message to Yunting?" Zuo Lingjue asked Zuo Ninglu with a serious face.

"He should have noticed the abnormal movement just now. He was about to come out, but I stopped him. I asked him to practice in the cold cave with peace of mind and wait for my notification before coming out!"

"That's good!"

"Grandma, dad, that breath just now is from the Tongtian Immortal Sect, right?" Zuo Ninglu is also a real person of Jindan. The vibration just now clearly showed something coming out of the crack in the void. She couldn't hold back the breath from her body for a while. She had already had some guesses in her heart. At this moment, she wanted to confirm with her father and grandma who had just checked the situation.

Hearing Zuo Ninglu's inquiry, Shen Zhiyu's eyes were full of solemnity. After turning her head and looking at Zuo Lingjin, she nodded gently. She was about to speak when suddenly a powerful aura appeared above her head, attracting everyone's attention.

"How about it, Elder Zhiyu, as long as you agree to the conditions of your deity and stay in the Immortal Palace and don't come out, I promise not to hurt the Immortal Palace. How about it!"

The man in the sky was wearing a white robe embroidered with flame patterns and had a square middle-aged face. Although he was in the sky, he shone like a scorching sun. His body emitted a wave of heat, and even the snowflakes above the mountain were melting inch by inch. He was obviously asking, but he had an unspeakable sense of determination, which gave people a feeling of extreme domineeringness.

Faced with this man's condescending and aggressive attitude, Shen Zhiyu's face not only did not have any impatientness, but also saluted him respectfully, and then said warmly: "I paid homage to Sect Master Jiang. The useful place of Sect Master goes to Beihan Island. Even though I bluntly say that my Immortal Palace must have cooperated with you, but I don't know what the main purpose of the Sect is?"

The only people who have seen Jiang Nuzhou here were Shen Zhiyu and Zuo Lingjue, and Shen Yubing. Not to mention those ordinary disciples of the Immortal Palace, even the five golden elixir elders of the Immortal Palace had never seen them. At this moment, Shen Zhiyu spoke out the identity of the True Lord of the Immortal Zhou, and everyone's face suddenly stopped. Only then did they know why she was so respectful to this person.

At the beginning of the war, the islands of the Dongjihai Sea generally believed that the Tongtian Immortal Sect was overestimating their abilities. After all, the Luo family's strength had long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. However, after a few years, the Tongtian Immortal Sect's status in the Dongjihai was no longer the same as before the war. Especially after the death of Dongyuan, the Taiyuan Immortal Sect's status plummeted. The corresponding formation is that the Tongtian Immortal Sect's status has been unprecedentedly improved and is now at the same level as the Luo family.

Even if he put aside his identity as the leader of the Tongtianxian Sect, Jiang Nuzhou was still a real Yuanying True Lord, so everyone bowed their heads to salute him while looking at him with a hint of respect, including Zuo Lingjue.

"See the True Lord!"

Jiang Nuzhou was not surprised. He was obviously used to such a respectful attitude of a large number of people. He was about to answer Chen Zhiyu when suddenly five rays of light appeared next to him, so he stopped talking.

When everyone below saw the five auras appear, they all felt nervous, especially Chen Zhiyu, Shen Yubing, and Zuo Lingjue, who had the highest cultivation level. Among the three, Zuo Lingjue had the lowest cultivation level. He clearly felt that among the five auras in the air, even the weakest one was stronger than Chen Zhiyu, who had the peak cultivation level of the golden elixir in front of him. He frowned and gave a trace of bad premonition in his heart.

"Didn't Jiang Nuzhou confront the Luo family on Chengming Island? Why did he suddenly come to Beihan Island and let us stay in the Immortal Palace and not go out. What is he going to do?"

When Zuo Lingjue was confused, he did not forget to stare at the people who were gradually revealing his figure in the air. He saw that the first person on the left was wearing a clothes similar to Jiang Nuzhou, and he looked a little older than Jiang Nuzhou. In every move, the aura of the True Lord was undoubtedly revealed. Among the three true lords in the Immortal Palace, he had seen Ji Fanyin, so it was obvious who this person was.

"The Nine Fen True Lord of Tongtian Immortal Sect!"

Immediately afterwards, three boys with different colors appeared in the middle. The boy in the middle was wearing a black and white outfit. After appearing, he just looked down, his face calm and calm; the boy on the left was wearing a cloak that looked like a pieced together with golden feathers, his expression was sharp, his eyes were occasionally flowing with golden light, and his face was full of arrogance; the boy on the right was about a foot tall, his muscles were twisted and as strong as an iron tower, looking at everyone below, grinning, and nearly a thousand fine and sharp teeth in his mouth made people shudder.

"These are the three demon kings of the Heavenly Demon Palace!"

The five true lords were in front of each other, and they could not hide the transmission of their spiritual sense. Zuo Lingjue simply reminded Chen Zhiyu with a serious expression. Chen Zhiyu had obviously seen it a long time ago, and said nothing but just nodded quietly.

After the four true lords appeared, the last thing that appeared was a blood light. When the blood light reflected in Zuo Lingjue's pupils, his face changed immediately, and a familiar feeling burst out from his heart, and he was trembling in his heart.

The man who appeared in the blood was a young monk in gray robe. His body was obviously in an abnormal state, three or four circles larger than ordinary people, as if he was swollen, and his seven orifices were constantly oozing out of bloody mist. His whole person was in the blood mist. A surging blood energy covered hundreds of miles as soon as he appeared, and it was still spreading. The fishy smell of blood instantly penetrated into the noses of everyone present, revealing a hint of discomfort.

The man looked distorted, with a wicked smile on his face. He looked at Beihan Island below and licked the corner of his mouth, as if he had encountered some delicious food.

"That man practiced the secret method of blood spirit, probably to escape from the four southern islands. Later, Zheng Shiqiao, who killed Li Qingxiao's wife on Chongming Island, was Jiang Nuzhou taking him to Beihan Island for what?"

Zuo Lingjue suddenly woke up. He remembered why he felt that familiar feeling in his heart. More than 40 years ago, the feeling that Master Xuekong gave him in Fengdu, Jingyuan Island was similar to the person in front of him. However, compared with the blood rings of the blood rings in front of him, Zheng Shiqiao's body that could hardly contain was obviously much stronger.

Recalling the tragic situation of hundreds of millions of creatures on Jingyuan Island back then, a bad guess flashed through Zuo Lingjue's heart, and his face was so gloomy that it was about to drip.

"What else can I say to them? Let the Lord Jiufen start. I can't wait!" Zheng Shiqiao's face flashed with an unnatural blush, and he was hoarse at Jiang Nuzhou, as if he was giving an order, without any respect.

Jiang Nuzhou waved his hand fiercely from the side and slapped Zheng Shiqiao's face with a palm. After all, the True Lord is still the True Lord. Moreover, Jiang Nuzhou has the strength of the late stage of the Nascent Soul. This palm broke Zheng Shiqiao's already swelling body three or four wounds in a row. Those wounds were like deflated, which was extremely disgusting.

Jiang Nuzhou knew at a glance that it was already extremely rich in blood. A trace of discomfort flashed in his heart, and his eyes were cold and cold, and he said to Zheng Shiqiao: "Who gave you the courage to be so rude to me again and again. It is good to accept my destiny calmly, but you must also understand your position. If you dare to have a trace of disrespect, I will kill you with one palm, making you unable to even make a meat stake!"

Zheng Shiqiao was slapped hard, and a manic look suddenly appeared on his face. When he stood up, his first reaction was obviously to resist. However, after watching Jiang Nuzhou for more than ten breaths, he seemed to have chosen to stop. He only showed a sinister look, turned his head and stood aside and stopped talking.

Seeing that he was obedient, Jiang Nuzhou turned his head to look at the people in the Immortal Palace below, especially when he looked at Zuo Ninglu who was standing next to Shen Yubing, a strange color flashed in his eyes, then asked Shen Zhiyu: "What's the matter with Elder Zhiyu? As long as you stay in the Immortal Palace, I promise not to deal with any of the disciples of the Immortal Palace, how about it?"

As the matter has developed to this point, Shen Zhiyu has already smelled something wrong when she saw Zheng Shiqiao's strange appearance and what he had just said. But looking at the five true lords in the sky, she knew that she had no choice but to nod her head gently.

"Since that's the case, then start, Jiufen!"

Jiufen Zhenjun's old face showed a strange look. He nodded and walked forward slowly. A powerful magic power condensed from his body, and his soul instantly covered the entire Beihan Island. He saw his hands sweeping in the air, hundreds of invisible restrictions quietly formed from his palms, flying towards all directions of Beihan Island.

There are many similarities between weapon refining and formations. Lian Jiufen is not only the first weapon refining master that is famous in the East Jihai, but also a formation master. This process lasted for hundreds of breaths. The entire Beihan Island was surrounded by nearly 100,000 bans, including the Bingjue Immortal Palace at the top of the Lingkong Mountains, which is also included.

Lian Jiufen turned his head and gave Zheng Shiqiao a look and said nothing, but Zheng Shiqiao understood it. A blood-colored sword nearly two meters long flew out of his sea of ​​consciousness. He grabbed the sword and flew forward, and walked to a restricted place in the center with a quick look. He finally looked back at Jiang Nuzhou and the people in the Tian Yao Mansion behind him, and a very arrogant smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He smiled in a voice that only he could hear, "It's extremely stupid."

Lian Jiufen stood in the sky and waited until Zheng Shiqiao walked into the array eye restriction before speaking in a low voice. His magic power instantly connected to all restriction. His pupils opened, and the restriction immediately seemed to come alive. A blood-colored light column that was thousands of meters thick instantly gushed out from Zheng Shiqiao's body and then smashed to the ground.

"Blood Spirit Sacrifices to the Sky, Imperial!"

With Lian Jiufen shouting, the entire Beihan Island seemed to be covered by a giant cover. The blood mist in the cover became thicker and thicker, until the outside world could no longer see the scene inside. Zheng Shiqiao's hoarse and low, with a twisted and abusive laugh suddenly resounded in the ears of more than 50 million creatures in Beihan Island!

"Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe, 50 million creatures should be enough..."

This sound also reached the ears of more than 400 people in the Immortal Palace. The discomfort grew in everyone's hearts. Even Chen Zhiyu, who had the highest cultivation level, felt a chill at this moment, let alone other disciples of the Immortal Palace.

Zuo Lingjue's face was already gloomy and was about to drip from bleeding. He gritted his teeth word by word: "What a great spirit, 50 million creatures, blood spirits sacrifice to the sky, this is even more cruel than Fengdu City back then!"

Although the voice was very low, the horror and horror in their tone still made everyone present feel cold on their backs.

"How dare they be so bold? Five hundred million creatures, are they really not afraid of such a huge killing karma..."
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