Yang Xiaoman caught the worry in Fang Jun's eyes, and seemed to understand his thoughts. Ruo smiled bitterly and said, "We are four of us, look for it separately. However, our spiritual sense is blocked here, and it is not much different from looking for a needle in a haystack. If it doesn't work, I will bombard him all the way, hoping that the movement can alarm him."

Fang Junmei nodded in agreement, there was no way to defeat him.

The four of them each took a direction and left separately.

Boom boom boom boom-

Soon, the explosion came from four directions.

I saw the sky shaking and the earth shaking again, and the shaking spreads to the depths of the ground and into the distance.

Deep underground, tens of thousands of feet deep.

A place where clouds and fog are blocked, the shape is like a huge ball, as if it is thousands of feet tall.

In the depths of the clouds, a monk like an old man sat cross-legged on the ground, as if he was meditating and practicing, but his eyes stared straight at the front, narrowing into two slits, and a lightning-like light flashed in it.

The old man was dressed in white, with wide robe and big sleeves, tall and thin, and had bare feet.

The spacious white clothes, worn by this person, float slightly like hanging on a bamboo pole, with a fairy feeling about riding the wind.

His face is very old, looking in his seventies or eighties, with chicken skin and crane hair, old-fashioned and wrinkled face. He is almost as good as the old thief Shangzhuang Youde, but his body exudes a powerful magical aura. He is a late-stage monk.

In front of him staring, there was an underground cave blocked by the ban. On the large stone of the gate, gray mist was slightly rippling.

rustle--

At this moment, the earth suddenly trembled, and soil fell from above, and the formation banned fog rolled a little faster.

bass!

The old man in white opened his eyes and looked upwards. His face became a little more serious, but he did not release his spiritual sense to explore.

After another dozen breaths, the ban on the gate stone was also removed, and no one came out, but a spiritual sense swept out from it.

The old man in white noticed it, smiled slightly, and said calmly: "Brother Qingyi, stop watching it, it was not the movement I made. As for whether it was the movement you invited to help the reinforcements, you must pass my level first before you can meet them."

Hula—

After a few breaths, the big stone on the door finally retreated.

A figure walked out of the dark cave, slowly surging, like a hidden tiger walking out of the nest.

It was as strong as a hill, as long as a mountain, more than seven feet tall, wearing a blue dress, with sleeves rolled up high, revealing two strong forearms.

A young man in his thirties has a short neck, a narrow face, wide face, and a solid appearance, but he never appears honest because of this. His eyes are deep and bright, like a twinkling night sky with stars, full of wisdom and agility.

It was the Master of Swords in Qingyi who had reached the late stage of Zhiren.

His face was a bit strange, strange golden, and his blood vessels were clearly visible. His figure seemed to be strong, but his muscles were too shriveled, leaving only a thick skeleton, like a strong skeleton monster.

In his hand, he was holding a green sword, as if it was forged by green jade, with a little transparency and about four feet five years long. If you look closely, it seems that green lotus leaves are transformed into, with lotus leaves texture and unique shape.

And what this sword emits is the breath of the top-quality innate spiritual treasure.

If Fang Junmei was here, he would definitely recognize at a glance that this sword was one of the old sword emperor's two swords - the Qinglian Sword.

After the Sword Lord of the Blue Clothing Sword came out, his eyes fell straight on the old man in white, deep and cold.

The old man in white smiled unfathomablely, his eyes fell on the sword in his hand, and the greed in his eyes was like a poisonous snake coming out of a hole.

"I advise you not to have any unnecessary plans. Even if the two of us fight, my formation will be enough to minimize the fighting movements without attracting them. Besides, they may not necessarily come to help you."

The old man in white said.

"How can I know if I don't try it!"

The Master of Swords in Blue shouted suddenly, and turned his back. A fierce look suddenly appeared on his honest golden face, and he held the sword and killed it.

Swish-

One by one, the complex sword patterns were blown over at a fast speed!

Swish!

The old man in white flew backwards into the fog behind him, with his hand on his back.

Boom boom boom boom-

The explosion started to make a big noise.

After the sword patterns exploded, they burst out with various attacks. The power was absolutely extraordinary. The Sword Lord of the Blue-Clothed Sword has not been idle for many years, let alone the treasures he used, which are the best innate spiritual treasures.

Almost in an instant, the nearby area trembled violently, and the attack fell on the formation, making the fog roll and surging.

"It's useless. My formation, together with the poison in you, was asked by a senior of the ancestor to deal with you. Even the voice can be isolated. You can't pass this level!"

The voice of the old man in white came from the fog.

"I can remind you again that the more powerful you attack, the faster your mana will be, the faster the poison you get will occur."

The Sword Master of Green-clothed did not answer, but attacked frantically, with an anxious look in his eyes.

And at this moment, in the mist.

The old man in white was also flying and flashing.

I just said relaxed and calm, but in fact my mind was extremely solemn. What a joke to start? Can a little mistake be made in front of a top-quality innate spiritual treasure?

Swish-

The old man in white flashed, his palms slapped continuously, and his hands whistled away, releasing the green wood aura, suppressing the violent tremor of the formation and also eliminating the sound.

This person really had some tricks. As he slapped his palms, the formation and the nearby earth were suppressed like flying.

And the bombardment sound was also a little less quickly.

The old man in white is very good at seizing the opportunity. He will quickly remedy the direction in which the Sword Lord of the Blue Cloth hits the formation.

At this moment, the monk who was looking for it was the seven-emotion Taoist, who was traveling through the blood-red mist world.

After flying for a while, he punched him.

At this moment, the figure of the Qihui Taoist suddenly stopped and his eyes flashed.

"Strange, there seemed to be a few obviously different rumbling sounds just now, not the sound of the earth collapsed when I bombarded... It was a bit duller, it seemed a bit far away, why is it gone now..."

The seven-emotion Taoist talked to himself.

After thinking for a while, I looked into the direction deep underground.

His eyes flashed again and he searched downwards.
Chapter completed!