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Outside the gate of the eighth-story Jiange, everyone had smiles on their faces, waiting for the news of Xia Zhanhong's death.

"Pavilion Master, even if Xia Zhanhong's strength is as high as the sky this time, he will definitely not escape this calamity! When the news comes out, our Wanjiang Pavilion will definitely have a great reputation, and our right to speak in Nanyuanzhou will also increase!"

The black-faced middle-aged man whispered, his uncontrollable smile made his face full of wrinkles.

The pavilion master nodded, and then sighed with regret: "Xia Zhanhong died on the eighth floor of the sword formation, and his body cannot be taken out, but it is a pity for the treasure on his body..."

"It's Gao ww. There are many treasures. It is said that the bronze tripod is a high-level treasure...buried in the eighth layer of swords What a pity!" [

"Hmph!" The pavilion master curled his lips, and said lightly: "What is a high-level treasure? He can reach his current strength in more than 60 years. One can imagine what kind of opportunity he got in the Great Wilderness Holy Land..."

"Yes, why didn't I expect that the items in the Great Wilderness Holy Land are all on him!" the black-faced middle-aged man pretended to be surprised.

The pavilion master looked at the black-faced middle-aged man, and continued: "Not to mention, the five major forces in Dongshengzhou have been chasing and killing him for more than 60 years, and there must be a reason for it... There is definitely something in him that makes the five major forces move their hearts!"

The black-faced middle-aged man heard the words, a flash of greed flashed in his eyes, and he asked unwillingly: "So many good things are still in the eighth-level sword formation, we are simply guarding the treasure mountain...Pavilion Master, is there really nothing we can do?" Enter the eighth floor?"

"I can't say no!" The pavilion master pondered for a while, and said in a concentrated voice: "Unless the ancestor can be promoted to the middle level of the inner spirit..."

Before the pavilion master could finish his words, a sudden change occurred. Suddenly, there was an earth-shattering loud noise from the eight-story sword pavilion. The mountain peaks under everyone's feet were shaking, and there were several large rocks.Roll down the hill.

The Pavilion Master's heart skipped a beat, an ominous premonition came out involuntarily, and he asked loudly with a gloomy face: "What's going on, what happened in the eighth-floor sword pavilion?"

"Pavilion...Pavilion Master! No...it's bad..." The voice of the holy-level perfection who had been monitoring the Jiange trembled, and his tone was full of fear: "The eighth...eighth layer of the sword array was...broken by violence..."

"What!" Everyone shouted in surprise, and the gate of the eighth-floor Jiange fell into silence for a moment. Everyone's eyes flashed with uneasiness. The joy that had been caused by Xia Zhanhong's entry into the eighth floor disappeared in an instant.

"The eighth layer of sword formation. Xia Zhanhong broke it!" The pavilion master's mind went blank, and the huge contrast in his heart made his thinking slow down. It was hard to believe such a result.

The black-faced middle-aged man next to him also looked in a daze at the moment.

"Impossible, you must have read it wrong. Since Wanjiange was established, except for the first few generations of ancestors, no one has ever been able to retreat from the eighth-level sword formation..."

After half an hour.Several saints roared loudly, their faces full of disbelief.

"That's right, the eighth-story Jiange did give such a hint!" said the person monitoring the Jiange.

Everyone's breath suddenly dropped, and they fell silent again.

For a moment, everyone looked at the Pavilion Master and asked loudly: "Pavilion Master, what should I do?"

The pavilion master was awakened by everyone's questioning. After all, he was the helm of the superpower, so he responded immediately.

"Get out of here quickly, Xia Zhanhong found out that we lied to him. He will definitely not quit!"

With the pavilion master's words, everyone showed a look of fear, and even the eighth layer of sword formations could be broken, so who could stop Xia Zhanhong. [

Everyone turned around and was about to evacuate from this place, but at this moment, there was a sudden long howl from far to near, and a huge sword light pierced through the air, and it pierced into the rock with a ding.

The sword light dissipated, and a white-haired old man appeared, with his hands behind his back, his body straight, like a sharp sword out of its sheath, and his whole body was full of sharp breath.

"Old Ancestor! You've finally arrived!" The Pavilion Master's eyes lit up, but immediately dimmed again.

"What happened, you are so anxious to find me!" the white-haired old man asked.

"Old Ancestor, Xia Zhanhong has come, and I have led him into the eighth-level sword formation! I thought the eighth-level sword formation could kill him, but now...he has destroyed the eighth-level sword formation!" The sound is more bitter than bitter.

"What! He broke the eighth layer of the sword array?" The white-haired old man's pupils shrank suddenly, and a burst of sword energy rushed out of the top of his head, causing his white hair to flutter upwards.

"Old Ancestor, I originally called you here to prevent Xia Zhanhong from seeing through my plan... But who knows... Xia Zhanhong can't resist now, we still..."

Before the pavilion master finished speaking, there was another loud noise. The peak undulated violently, and the eight-story sword pavilion swayed from side to side, as if it was about to fall down. A beam of white light flashed away on the top floor of the eight-story sword pavilion.

"The aura of gold, such a pure aura of gold... Could it be that there is really a place where gold gathers on the top floor!" The pavilion master felt a little dazed, and it was hard to believe that his words had come true.

The white-haired old man narrowed his eyes and stared at the top floor, and said coldly: "Everyone leave quickly! I'll go meet Xia Zhanhong for a while!"

"Old Ancestor!" The Pavilion Master came back to his senses, and quickly reached out to stop him.

"Don't need to say too much! The eight-story Jiange is the foundation of my Wanjiange, how can he destroy it at will!" The white-haired old man waved his hand.

"But Xia Zhanhong's strength..."

"Do you know why I came here now? I have practiced the Haotian Sword Art to a great degree, and I will fight against Neiling below the middle level. Let Xia Zhanhong sacrifice the sword for me today!"

While speaking, the ancestor flew forward, and the gate of the eight-story Jiange suddenly opened, and his figure disappeared in a flash.

"The Haotian Sword Art is a great achievement!" The pavilion master's eyes sparkled, the haze in his heart disappeared, and he ordered loudly: "Everyone retreat one hundred thousand meters, waiting for news from the ancestor!"

With one order, everyone set off at the same time, and dozens of figures disappeared in an instant...

At the same time, the space on the top floor of the eighth-story Jiange, the place where the gold lines gather, has disappeared. Only Xia Zhanhong stood quietly, his eyes slightly closed, and the corner of his mouth was smiling.

Kong Mingyu absorbed it, and the breath of the five elements was completed. At this time, his consciousness has completely sunk into the palm space, observing the changes in it.

There was a rumble in the space of the palm, the breath of the five elements condensed into a continuous rotation, and the five empty jades of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth exploded one after another, and the huge power of space continued to expand outward, making the space continue to expand.

The space flipped and became chaotic, and Xia Zhanhong's consciousness could no longer see the internal situation.I can only feel that the power of space is constantly overflowing, flowing in the body, and being absorbed by the spirit...

After about a quarter of an hour, the fluctuations in the palm space gradually calmed down, the chaos and mist disappeared, and the environment gradually became clear... Finally, Xia Zhanhong's consciousness saw everything clearly again. [

"Ah!" Xia Zhanhong couldn't help but let out an exclamation the moment he saw the space in qnghu's palm change.

At this time, the space can no longer be called a space, and there is already a division of heaven and earth... the upper part is the limited height, the lower part is the land covered with grass, and in the distance is a small hill, with forests growing on both sides. A small ho meanders in between.

Observing carefully, Xia Zhanhong found that there was an aura of wood drifting out from the deep forest, while the small mountain bag released an aura of earth, and the gurgling Xiaohe had an aura of earth wafting out.The breath of fire and the breath of gold emanate from the ground.

The breath of the five elements overflowed and merged into the space between the heaven and the earth, making the whole world more and more solid and clear.

Xia Zhanhong's consciousness sank into the ground, and he discovered a large number of metal deposits in it.And in the deepest part, there is actually a fire vein flowing in the heart of the earth.

"This is still space, it is clearly an independent world! All the five elements have been transformed into it..." Xia Zhanhong muttered to himself.

Consciousness shuttled between the sky and the earth, Xia Zhanhong found that the sky and the earth were hundreds of miles square, and further outside, he could feel the barriers of space.And his belongings were all piled up in an open space at the foot of the hill.

"I don't know how the completion of the five elements will affect my strength!" Xia Zhanhong's consciousness moved, the aura of the five elements was aroused, and a colorful circle formed in the air.

At this moment, Xia Zhanhong's spirit trembled rapidly, and the inner alchemy in it was shining brightly... (to be continued...)

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