Immediately, the Ghost King seemed to have made up his mind and walked to the Poison God and other church members with great strides and whispered loudly: "Everyone, I have decided to make a hundred years of shame in my holy religion. My Ghost King Sect would rather be crushed to pieces than to be worthy of the Virgin Mary.

At this moment, Qingyun Sect was killed, injured, and the old thief Xuan, the head of the sect, was even more seriously injured and almost died, and he was definitely unable to use the Zhuxian Sword Formation. My Ghost King Sect will kill back to the mountain now. If it can be successful, it is the blessing of the Holy Mother Ming King. If it is outnumbered, I will let me die at the top of Qingyun Mountain. In the future, I will pay a clear conscience to visit the Holy Mother Ming King under the underworld!”

After saying that, the Ghost King did not look at everyone, and flew up first, and indeed headed towards Qingyun Mountain. Qinglong and Youji looked at each other and immediately followed closely. Then the disciples of the Ghost King Sect didn't say much, followed one after another, leaving only the stunned Poison God and other members of the Demon Sect, standing there as if they were stunned.

After a while, the Poison God and others came to their senses, but before they could speak, they could hear the noise gradually appear among the Demon Sect's sect behind them. The Poison God and others secretly complained in their hearts. When they turned around, they saw that most of the Demon Sect's sects had already been angry with the people from the Divine Sect on their faces, and they were called back!"

With this scream, the elders in the broken Yuqing Hall couldn't help but look pale.

If it weren't for the fact that Daoxuan Zhenren had turned the tide and controlled the "Zhuxian Sword Formation" to repel the Demon Sect, the Qingyun Sect would probably have been killed or injured. Now, Daoxuan Zhenren is already exhausted, so who can resist the Demon Sect's re-invasion?

Many people have turned their eyes to the hunched figure. Although Wan Jian looked old at this moment, as if a gust of wind could blow it down, but when they experienced the previous battle and saw the scene of him fighting against two, no one dared to underestimate him anymore!

"No! The momentum of the Demon Cult this time seems to be too weaker than before?"

Soon, the elders recovered from the shock and secretly watched the crowd fighting on the field and the calm Ghost King, and couldn't help but play the drums secretly. Could it be that the Demon Cult has any conspiracy?

Seeing that in just a little while, more than a dozen people including the Ghost King Sect had been suppressed into a small circle, and the situation was in danger. Unexpectedly, at this moment, a sharp roar outside the Yuqing Hall suddenly sounded, and strange lights flashed, and a terrifying cry was endless for a moment.

The people in the right path were shocked, and after a moment, they saw a figure flying. It was the Poison God, Yu Yangzi and Sanmiao Fairy led the other three factions of the Demon Sect to support them.

The masters of the Demon Cult came to join the battle one after another, and the situation reversed instantly.

The poisonous god slowly walked to the standing there, looking at their Ghost King with a look of relief, looking at the battle group ahead, with a smile on his face, but he whispered: "Brother, you are cruel!"

The Ghost King smiled slightly and said, "The old senior is willing to take risks for my Holy Church. In the future, the reputation will be passed down through the ages and will be passed down to the disciples of the Holy Church in the future."

The poisonous god smiled bitterly, glared at him, and cursed: "Fart!"

When the Demon Cult team arrived, Qingyun Sect had already suffered a lot of energy. Although Tian Buyi and others tried their best to support it, they were outnumbered and were immediately suppressed and the situation gradually became critical.

Zhenren Daoxuan looked at the whole audience, as if his eyes were about to spit fire.

Within one day, the sacred and inviolable Qingyun Mountain was killed by these people from the Demon Sect. It was a great shame since the establishment of the Qingyun Sect!

But more importantly, the current dilemma. In this moment, he made up some decision and raised his arm.

Suddenly, a palm stopped him.

It's Wan Jianyi,

"Senior brother, this time, let me do it."

Seeing Wan Jianyi's solemn appearance, Master Daoxuan couldn't help but nod, and the spiritual beast water Qilin, which had been lying outside the Yuqing Palace, rushed into the hall with a shout, and in a blink of an eye, rushed to Master Daoxuan.

I saw it crawling beside the Daoxuan Zhenren, opening its huge mouth and spitting out a long sword, which seemed to be cast by some strange stone. The sword body and the hilt were all integrated. It looked so ordinary. And it looked faintly above the sword body, with patterns everywhere, as if it was a little worn, and there were even faint cracks on the sword body.

Zhuxian Sword!

When he saw this ancient sword, Ye Fan suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart, as if this divine weapon that had been passed down for thousands of years in Qingyun Sect was calling him.

A moment later, when the Zhuxian ancient sword fell on Wan Jian's hand, it suddenly changed. In an instant, an incredible hot white light appeared from the ancient sword's body. In just a moment, it completely enveloped the huge Yuqing Hall. Everyone was shocked and stopped.

In the light, Wan Jianyi's hunched figure seemed to become taller in this moment.

The Ghost King and others had little experience, and they all rushed forward together, hoping to stop them before the Wanjian drove the Zhuxian Sword Formation.

Wan Jian held the Zhuxian Ancient Sword in one hand and waved it forward gently. Suddenly, white light surged like a huge wave. The Poison God and others exerted their strength together, and the two collided with each other, and a loud bang.

The Yuqing Palace, which was originally half broken, collapsed at this moment, and even the remaining broken walls collapsed. In an instant, dust flew. The Ghost King and others couldn't help but take a step back. The faces of the four people changed color. The power of the Zhuxian Ancient Sword is really incredible.

Suddenly, only the light of Zhuxian was left behind, flashing with dazzling light, becoming more and more prosperous. Accompanied by the sound of chanting curse, the extremely brilliant colorful Qi sword appeared in the sky again, constantly separating the monochrome Qi sword, and the light was overflowing.

Everyone in the Demon Sect lost their lust. The Poison God stomped his feet fiercely and said anxiously: "This formation is too powerful and cannot be defeated. Let's retreat first."

Ye Fan sighed inwardly. If the Poison God and others could calm down and not be shocked by the Zhuxian Sword Formation, then they would see that Wan Jianyi, who was in the light, had a pale face as paper as it was, and his whole body was shaking.

After all, this sword formation must be driven by Taiqing Realm's cultivation level.

But at this moment, Wan Jian was using his life to manipulate it!

Above the sky, there were swords covered with Qi like mountains and seas, and the Zhuxian Sword Formation had already launched an attack on the Demon Cult and others.

Perhaps because Wan Jianyi was at the cost of his own essence, the sword formation was much more powerful than the previous one. Not only did the sword rain fall sharply in the sky, but the huge colorful main sword in the sky was also controlled by invisible spell power, and rushed down with the momentum of opening the sky and breaking the earth.

The power of this master sword is not easy. With one sword, blood and flesh flew across several feet in an instant. Nearly ten people didn't even shout, and even their remaining power was enough. Yu Yangzi couldn't avoid it. Even his left hand was cut off. He immediately cried out, and his body turned into a sharp light, breaking through the air and fled.

At the same time, Wan Jianyi in the sky was exhausted, his body tilted, and almost fell off the water Qilin. He finally managed to hold on. In this moment, most of the people from the Demon Cult had escaped, and the remaining ones were just three or two kittens.

Seeing this, Wan Jianyi couldn't help but smile on his old face. He turned around and looked down, with nostalgic, remembrance, and reluctance in his eyes. The old man who showed his power gradually stopped breathing.

"Junior Brother Wan"

Looking at the figure in the air that had lost its breath, a trace of sadness emerged in the eyes of Zhenren Daoxuan.
Chapter completed!