There was Xuanyuan in ancient times!

As the number one in the ancient eight clans, the Xuanyuan clan of Ji surnamed has fallen for tens of millions of years, its foundation is definitely not comparable to that of ordinary sect forces. The update is fast and there is no ad.

The world first opened. Since ancient times, the ancient Hongmeng Purple Qi has won the ancient eight tribes and once became the immortal residence in the Chaos Era. Even if the bloodline is less than one ten thousandth of that year, its power cannot be underestimated.

The old man in black black robe narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the extremely handsome young man in front of him seriously.

Looking at each other, there was only a sharp murderous intent that spread. The immortals were raging. Countless monks in Youyunding were shocked by the changes in front of them. When they felt the terrifying murderous intent, they all flew outwards.

After a long time, the old man in black black robe who is the great elder of Wuji Sect finally spoke coldly and said, "My Wuji Sect has always had no grudges and grudges with the young master. Zhao is also confident that he has never seen the young master, so why do he lure us and kill us here?"

Xuanyuan Po did not move at all, and suddenly put away the fairy sword in his hand. Wen Yan smiled and looked to the side with his hands behind his back.

The old man in the mysterious robe who claimed to be Zhao looked even more solemn. Following Xuanyuan Po's gaze, he saw a young man in white clothes slowly walking towards him. The formation of Youyun City's city protection seemed like a ripple, and the monk in white clothes stepped out in one step.

"Blood Sword White Tower!?"

Seeing the monk in white clothes walking out of the city, the old man in black robe suddenly shrank and shouted in a deep voice.

Unexpectedly, Xuanyuan Po smiled warmly at this time and said, "Elder Zhao must have heard of the ancient eight tribes. Three thousand years ago, because he coveted the Zhurong Yi family's heritage, he owed a huge gift, or buried a huge hatred. If he didn't repay it, it would be unreasonable. How could the ancient eight tribes be coveted by you, such ignorant people?"

Xuanyuan Po's words were not at all tactful, and they were thunderous in the old man with a mysterious robe's ears, causing him to tremble all over.

As a peak powerful man in Nirvana, when he broke through the Youyun City trapping formation, he regarded the handsome young man in front of him as a dead person, but the words of the ancient eight clans shocked him.

Zhao Suxuan naturally heard some secrets of the ancient eight clans, but he didn't expect that besides the Blood Sword White Tower, the young man in front of him was actually a member of the ancient eight clans. However, seeing that both of the white tower were only in the Yuanling realm, he was shocked and finally calmed down. He was able to become a peak powerful person in the nirvana and become the great elder of the Wuji Sect. He was not scared by Zhao Suxuan.

Thinking of this, the old man in the mysterious robe finally smiled and said, "It turns out that it is really a remnant of Zhurong. Zhao didn't expect that there was a fish that had escaped the net. Three thousand years ago, I was lucky enough to survive. Today, I will kill you again. But you, who claimed to be the descendant of the ancient Eight Clans, don't know where you jumped out? The ancient Eight Clans have long been abandoned by the Heavenly Dao. Although I don't know how you survived, aren't you afraid that once the Heavenly Dao will be killed by the Heavenly Dao before you re-enter the world?"

Baita stared at the old man in black robe in front of him. Although he was not a disciple of Zhurong Yi, he was inherited by Master Bai Ling. He knew that the old man in front of him was one of the planners three thousand years ago. The long blood-colored sword stood in the void, and the bloodthirsty light flowed endlessly.

The murderous intent was raging, the immortals were raging, Baita took two steps forward, and finally said coldly: "Three thousand years ago, you surrounded and suppressed my Zhurong Yi family. Today I will teach you to repay it with blood. I am here to swear that all you encircled and killed my Zhurong Yi family. I will uproot you and teach you not to grow up."

Zhao Suxuan laughed loudly and snorted coldly, "I don't know that the sky is high and the earth is thick. Do you think that becoming a cultivator in the Yuanling Realm is the best in the world?"

There were countless bloodshots flowing in Baita's hand, and the long blood-colored sword on his head had also been staggered a little. The sound was like ice falling to the ground, making people tremble, "You can try it."

The old man in black black robe snorted coldly, and murderous intent suddenly erupted. A terrifying immortal essence was about an inch around the body as the center, like a tsunami rolling over the sky.

Bai Ta also suddenly raised his right foot and stomped the ground with one foot. Blood rays all over his body were like blood lotus blooming. At the same time, the blood-colored sword had completely enveloped the void in a radius of hundreds of feet. The blood river in the space rolled, directly condensed into a blood-colored sword that slashed towards Zhao Suxuan.

Faced with a peak powerhouse like the Great Elder of Wuji Sect, Baita's sword not only did not retain any reservations, but even used a trace of the power of the awakened Fire God in his body.

The Shura Dharma image formed by the long blood sword swept out wildly, and within a thousand feet of radius, it turned into a sea of ​​blood. The sea of ​​blood tumbling, as if with the terrifying power of devouring blood evil, even the void began to melt.

The old man in black robe who was originally disdainful of the White Tower suddenly shook his mind when he felt the terrifying blood evil power. In the blood evil realm field, there was a hot force that made him palpitations, which directly tore up his protective realm. The flames that burned all over the world came raging. Zhao Suxuan felt that his Dharma realm quickly collapsed.

What kind of magical power is this?

Feeling the hot Taoist rhyme in the long river of blood evil, Zhao Suxuan ignored anything else and quickly retreated. In a hurry, a long lilac sword was sacrificed. The long lilac sword instantly transformed into an endless rainbow of swords, like a long snake rolling, blocking the blood sword of Baita.

The immortal essence exploded, the sword light swept across, and the world instantly collapsed and trembled.

Outside Youyun City, the Youyunding, which is dozens of miles in a radius, instantly turned into a scorched earth.

Countless monks avoided it and were directly swept up and fell by the sudden violent sword Yuan.

'puff……'

Under the violent immortal energy's backlash, Bai Ta's chest became stuffy, and a blood mist sprayed out when he opened his mouth. At the same time, Zhao Suxuan also shook his body a few times, his face turned pale in an instant, and he flew back thousands of feet backwards.

Everything is between the electric flints. The waves of immortals sway violently in the void, rolling around with the waves of air visible to the naked eye, slapped on the city walls and rocks, making a deafening roar.

A trace of blood finally overflowed from the corner of Zhao Suxuan's mouth. His face was extremely gloomy and he said in a deep voice: "What a remnant of Zhu Rong. I can have such strength in the middle of the Yuanling period. Today I will kill you here."

Baita looked solemn and looked at the old man in black robe as heavy as he looked. Seeing that Zhao Suxuan's aura continued to improve, Baita spat out a mouthful of blood stasis, and the long blood-colored sword was shining brightly. Suddenly, his hands crossed, and a knife rainbow pierced his arm, and blood jumped out.

Baita looked solemn and shouted in a deep voice: "Borrow the blood of the Fire God to transform the furnace of heaven and earth!"

After a deep voice, the world suddenly changed color.

Feeling that the aura around the white tower began to rise, Zhao Suxuan's murderous aura and anger could no longer be suppressed. He had never seen a mere mid-stage ants in the Yuanling stage so arrogant. At the same time, he felt the terrifying aura around the white tower, and he was determined to kill the white tower here no matter what. Otherwise, once the other party advances to the realm of nirvana, it would definitely be an unimaginable disaster for the Wuji Sect.

"You are very good. If you advance to the realm of nirvana, I admit that you may not be your opponent, but if you have a mere Yuanling realm cultivation, I want you to know the consequences of Zhang Kuang..."

The long lilac sword in his hand was instantly sacrificed, turning into nine purple lights hundreds of feet and rolling towards the white tower.

A stream of blood-colored flames began to overflow from the body of the White Tower. Seeing the nine purple lights rolled out cracks in the void in an instant, the blood-colored flames around the White Tower finally spread throughout the entire Dharma field.

"Use Zhurong's blood to transform into the furnace of heaven and earth!"

There was another light shout between heaven and earth, and the blood-colored flame magic phase flowed and changed in an instant, completely surrounding the white tower, forming a huge furnace covering thousands of feet in a radius.

Seeing Baita resisting his own Fiery Nine Slash with Yuan Ling Dharma, Zhao Suxuan sneered in his heart. His Fiery Nine Slash with the Nine Slash with the Supreme Immortality. Even if a strong man at the peak of Nirvana resists with the Dharma Realm field, he can only be torn apart, and then wait to be killed by one of the purple lights. Baita is a mere mid-stage Yuan Ling monk, even if he uses the blood sacrifice method to forcibly improve his realm, how can the Dharma Realm reach?

"Boom boom boom boom boom boom..." A series of roars rolled on the red furnace of heaven and earth, and a purple sword light even passed through the furnace barrier, as if it was rolled on the chest of the white tower.

But the next moment, Zhao Suxuan was stunned. How could this be possible? His Nine Slashes of the Rifts seemed to sink into an endless furnace in the blood-colored realm. In this furnace, there was a red flame that swallowed the heaven and earth and the terrifying Taoist rules. His Nine Slashes of the Rifts of the Rifts actually turned into nothingness under the red flame.

Before Zhao Suxuan could reflect, he felt the rules of heaven and earth around him suddenly change. The original space dissipated instantly and turned into a fiery red space full of red flames. The white tower was red all over, and its white shirt had turned into blood, like the master of the furnace. Facing the white tower, he actually felt a sense of insignificance and powerlessness.

At this moment, the furnace is rising, and the heaven and earth are mourning!

No, you must rush out of this furnace space. Even if you know that the power obtained by Baita steals the sky and exchanges the sun with the method of blood sacrifice must not last long. As long as he blocks this red flame killing momentum, he can stand invincible. However, Zhao Suxuan felt a sense of shock in his heart, as if in this furnace, he will be transformed into nothingness the next moment.

A purple light burst out from the long lilac sword, and Zhao Suxuan was about to use his strongest magical power to "Splitting the Sky" to cut open the red space in front of him. However, at this moment, the space around him suddenly seemed to be surging, and countless blood-colored silk threads emerged out of thin air, like blood-colored ropes, slowly bound Zhao Suxuan to lock him.

Zhao Suxuan was shocked. Even though he didn't know what method he was, he could feel that his immortal essence seemed to be bitten by a Taotie mouth and it was difficult to operate any more.

At this moment, if he didn't know that this guy who was known as the Blood Knife was no worse than him, he would have lived for thousands of years in vain.

A shadow of death spread overhead, and Zhao Suxuan's heart was cold and he fell to the bottom of the valley in an instant.

"Young Master Bai stopped, you can't kill me, I'm willing to help you..." Zhao Suxuan, as the elder of the Wuji Sect, has such a noble and noble identity? For thousands of years, hundreds of millions of cultivators have the power to kill and kill. At this moment, he felt the breath of death and shouted wildly. He has achieved the peak of silence in less than ten thousand years, and he has to cross the heavenly chasm to achieve the illusion catastrophe. How could he die here at this moment?

"Shitshe..." The sound of the tearing and melting of the void in the world came. Baita looked pale but had no emotion. He looked at the old man in black robe who was screaming in the furnace of heaven and earth, and slashed out without any mercy.

Zhao Suxuan, who was originally trapped by the furnace of heaven and earth, shattered every village in the field of Dharma and physiognomy under this knife. After a shattering sound, a sound of flesh and bones tearing was heard. Zhao Suxuan's eyes, who was still roaring in the furnace of heaven and earth, were filled with resentment, and then turned into nothingness.

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ps: Second update! Here is here today, good night!
Chapter completed!