This series of problems made many people feel a little panic.

Among them, several disciples from Kaiyang Palace hurried to Yang Kai and repeatedly said, "Parent Yang, what's wrong with you?"

"Don't ask anything, leave now!" Yang Kai shouted in a low voice.

"Master Xuan Palace?"

"Master of Purple Palace?"

"Lord Li?"

The three disciples under the Palace Sect also ran to the side of their palace master.

But then he was shocked.

They could clearly feel that all the powers of this sect's palace master were imprisoned, and no one could do anything about the blessing of the power of the law.

"Let's go! Let me go!" The four palace masters shouted in unison, anxious.

"What are you going? I said, the peak competition has not ended, and no one can leave!" Yang Kai sneered, fearlessly pointed at the surroundings and said, "You can take a closer look, what is around here?"

Everyone looked at it in surprise and saw that at some point, there was a layer of terrifying hurricanes around. These hurricanes were like a round wind wall, completely wrapping the top of Tianheng Mountain.

The power of the law of wind makes the hurricane extremely fierce. The edge of the wind is like a knife, tearing apart the space, the virtuality and reality.

This is the wind wall space that Xuanzhengshan prepared in advance!

A disciple with a stingy eyebrow took out a meteorite stone and tried to throw it towards the wind wall.

But before I could touch it, with a buzzing sound, the sharp wind blade waving tore the meteorite stone and turned into ashes all over the sky.

This made everyone present tremble. You must know that the meteorite stone comes from outside the nine heavens and is one of the hardest stones in the Daluo Realm, the material for making the imperial instrument.

But it was broken before it was touched. Wouldn't it mean that even the Imperial Artifact could not break the wind wall?

fear!

It's really scary!

Even if they want to escape now, they probably have only a bloody and bloody mass left before they can go out.

Plop, plop, plop...

The continuous sound of kneeling sounded.

"I'm willing to join the Shrine of Wind."

"Please give me this opportunity, Lord Feng."

"I am now betraying the Yang Palace and only seeking to go to the Fengshen Temple to be a cow and a horse."

Many people kneeled down and surrendered.

Even in addition to this disciple from Kaiyang Palace, there were several disciples from Xuanji Palace who also knelt down and begged for mercy.

"You, you ignorant disciples!" Yang Kai and Li Qianqiu were trembling all over their bodies, and their qi and blood were reversed. In the end, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

The disciples of their sect actually wanted to rebel from the sect and surrender to the Fengshen Temple in front of the two palace masters?

How dazzling and heart-wrenching!

Xuan Zhengshan and Zi Xiuhua were not much better. Although the disciples of the two men did not express their opinions, they were obviously loose.

"Forget it!" Xuan Zhengshan sighed: "Ruofeng Temple really saves your life, then go."

Zi Xiuhua smiled desolately: "I've seen it, I've really seen it. Now, your life is yours, and you are not my disciples of Ziyue Palace. If you want to go, go."

After this sentence, several female disciples in Ziyue Palace quickly knelt in front of Feng Lingtian.

After a moment of silence on the Seven Star Palace, there were finally two people bowing to Xuanzheng Mountain and walking towards Feng Lingtian.

"Hahaha..." Feng Lingtian smiled at the sky: "Those who know the times are heroes, I will give you another hour to consider. If there are people who want to join my Fengshen Temple, come out."

"After a while, I will only be able to adapt to the Ten Thousand Wind God Pearls. The first round is over, but I will not have this opportunity!"

Feng Lingtian naturally wanted to hand over it to Ying Caidie to deal with it, so that Ying Caidie could control the power of life and death in advance.

However, only a small number of people are rebelling at present, and a small number are still hesitating.

It is gratifying that at least half of the disciples stood by their respective palace masters and remained firm.

"Master Xuan Palace, I, Jin Jiuheng, will not rebel if I die." "The same is true for me, Bai Qianxun!"

"Master Li Gong, I will die with you."

"Master Yang, although my words and deeds in the sect are slight, I will always be loyal to Kaiyang Palace."

"Master of Purple Palace, you adopted us since you were a child. You gave us your life, so how could we live in vain!"

Now, Yang Kai, Zi Xiuhua, Li Qianqiu and Xuan Zhengshan felt a little relieved.

Their reputation for life has finally been preserved for a few minutes, and they have worked hard to deal with their disciples.

But, between the two of them.

The entire peak competition has obviously changed.

It has become a one-man show in the Temple of Wind, a one-sided control, a struggle for dominance and power!

And the final result is hard for them to think of a second type.

At this moment, who will break this situation, who will destroy the ambition of the Wind God Temple, and who will make the Daluo Realm truly fair?

No one can stand up, which is the sadness in their hearts!

...

However.

Just at this last time, within two hours when the first round is about to end.

finally.

Lynch completed the Tiandi Open Source Formation.

There are a total of 810,000 array eyes, combined, and there are hundreds of billions of changes.

The formation is so huge that it covers every corner of the bottom of the cliff. Here, you can clearly feel the vast aura of heaven and earth, including most of the attributes and auras.

At this moment, every broken abandoned sword in the Burial Sword Cliff, as well as the sword soul and sword spirit, like a child who ran away from home, finally saw the doorstep, and was extremely excited and trembling.

All the swords, all the sword souls and sword spirits, are roaring together. This roar is like crying, like happiness, like hope.

This extremely shocking scene is dozens of times more spectacular than the sound of thousands of swords and billions of swords.

Soon, these swords were even more like a long drought and rain, and they were crazyly absorbing the properties and breaths around them. You can see that there was a layer of misty spiritual energy on their sword bodies, sword bodies, spirit bodies, and soul bodies, and some tiny cracks were damaged and quietly repaired.

The resentment of the entire Burial Sword Cliff was like a sea breeze blowing, and it disappeared lightly and disappeared.

Even the dark ground and the suppressed cliffs gradually covered with a layer of vitality, and many tender green buds emerged. Under the greenery, many plants and trees grew wildly.

A scene full of vitality and swaying upwards.

"Lynch, look over there!" At this time, Feng Long exclaimed excitedly.

Lynch turned to look.

I saw a deep pit appeared at the center of the bottom of the Burial Sword Cliff, and there was a purple light coming out in that pit.

"What a powerful sword crystal aura, tens of thousands of times stronger than what I have collected!" Lynch was excited.

He moved and landed in the center.

Immediately, a sword crystal as thick as an arm appeared in front of me. The rich sword crystal aura was like a substance, fluctuating everywhere, touching the human face, and feeling like water waves flowing.

Moreover, this piece of sword crystal has only a head, and I don’t know how many are buried underground.

The most important thing is that Lynch clearly saw the sword crystal condensed into the shape of a sword, like a whole, with countless strange patterns on it.
Chapter completed!