The longevity of the heavens begins with Mingyu Gong

The plan of the four major sect masters of the Demon Sect to stop Dao Xuan from summoning the Immortal Killing Sword was ultimately interrupted by the appearance of Song Xing.

Just when the four major sect masters were trapped in the sword formation, Shui Qilin had already rushed to Daoxuan, opened his huge mouth, and spat out something. Daoxuan Zhenren reached out to take it.

Everyone in the Demon Sect was shocked. They looked around and saw that it was indeed a long sword, but it was completely dull at the moment. It seemed to be made of some strange stone. The sword body and hilt were all integrated into one body. It looked like it was a long sword. An ordinary stone sword.

Faintly looking at the blade of the sword, there were lines all over it, as if it was still a little worn out, and there were even faint cracks across the blade.

When the Zhuxian Ancient Sword fell into the hands of Master Daoxuan, a sudden change occurred. In an instant, an incredible hot white light appeared from the sword body, and in just a moment, it completely enveloped the huge Yuqing Palace. Everyone was shocked for a moment and stopped.

But in the light, he saw the body of Master Daoxuan shaking a few more times.

The four ghost kings knew at a glance that Daoxuan's body was a little overwhelmed, but to their helplessness, Song Xing in front of them blocked the four of them with his own strength, making it impossible for them to break through.

The next second, Daoxuan held the Zhuxian ancient sword and stood on the water unicorn and ascended to the sky again.

Between the heavens and the earth, suddenly there was only the Zhu Xian's light left, shining brightly and becoming more and more prosperous.Accompanied by the sound of chanting mantras, the incomparably brilliant seven-colored qi sword appeared in the sky again, continuously separating monochromatic qi swords, radiant with brilliance.

Everyone in the Devil's Cult lost their face, the Poison God stomped his feet fiercely, and said anxiously: "The power of this formation is too great, it is invincible, let's retreat first."

Although the Ghost King looked at Daoxuan's shaky appearance, he still couldn't figure out how this man could activate such a shocking magic circle that consumes so much energy even though he was seriously injured and dying.

But since the formation was moving, its power was extraordinary. After all, he did not dare to gamble with the lives of the Demon Cult disciples. He sighed deeply, flew up, and signaled his disciples to retreat.

Above the sky, there are mountains and seas of Qi swords, and the Zhuxian Sword Formation has already launched an attack on the Demon Cult and others.But this time, Master Daoxuan seemed to be risking his life. Not only was the sword rain falling sharply from the sky, but the huge seven-color main sword in the sky was also controlled by invisible magic power, rumbling with the force of breaking the heaven and earth. Down.

For a time, everyone in the Demon Sect suffered heavy casualties. The four major sect leaders were trapped in Song Xing's sword formation. They were even more horrified when they saw this scene. They released the magic weapon in their hands regardless of the situation and rushed out of the sword formation to escape from Qingyun Mountain.

The combined power of the four top masters was simply earth-shattering. Song Xing was unwilling to face its edge. With a burst of earth-shattering noise, the Ghost King took the lead and rushed out of the sword formation.

A cold light flashed in Song Xing's eyes, and he retracted and released the sword formation, letting go of the Ghost King, Yuyangzi and Sanmiao Fairy, and trapping the Poison God in the sword formation again.

The three ghost kings escaped from the sword formation and ran down the mountain without looking back. If they didn't leave, they would die without a burial place when the Immortal Killing Sword in Daoxuan's hand fell.

When the white-haired Poison God saw that he was trapped in the sword formation, he roared loudly and purple-black poisonous mist erupted from his body. He used his powerful skills to tear a gap in the sword formation and rushed out with all his strength.

It's just that Song Xing had long expected that the Poison God would be so resistant. After a hole was torn in the sword formation, countless sword energies immediately filled it up and blasted the Poison God back into the sword formation.

This is why Song Xing has just scratched the surface of the Zhuxian Sword Formation. In addition, the four masters of the Ghost King are all the top masters in the world, and they worked together to break through the sword formation.

There is only one Poison God now. Even though he is an old monster who has lived for hundreds of years, facing the sword formation that Song Xing realized, no matter how hard he exerts his strength, he can only be knocked down by the endless sword energy and be killed. Trapped in the sword formation.

"How could it be possible? The Immortal Killing Sword Formation relies on the evil energy accumulated in the mountains for thousands of years. This sword formation of yours can only rely on your own vitality. Why is it so powerful!" The Poison God roared.A hundred years ago, the Demon Cult teamed up to attack the Qingyun Sect and suffered a disastrous defeat. A hundred years later, the Poison God thought he could avenge his past humiliation, but who knew that the defeat would be even more tragic than before.

The young disciples of Dazhu Peak alone were able to make their four major sect masters flee, and now they even trapped him in the sword formation and prevented him from escaping.

Is it true that God is not interested in my holy religion?

Reluctant roars filled the entire sword formation, but to no avail. The endless sword energy covered the entire sword formation, covering up all the resistance of the Poison God.

Outside the sword formation, Master Daoxuan's face turned pale. He looked down and saw that in just a moment, most of the people from the Demon Cult had fled, but there were still a few who were still on Tongtian Peak. The last person was none other than Zhang Xiaofan. Baguio is pulling him eagerly to fly.

However, Zhang Xiaofan possesses the two true methods of Qingyun Sect and Tianyin Temple, and there are unparalleled evil things in his hands. If he lets the tiger return to the mountain, he is afraid that the killings he will cause in the future will be far greater than those of the ordinary demon sect.

Daoxuan sighed softly in his heart, but his mind had already been decided at this moment.

Even if I am talked about by the world in the future, I must not leave this peerless disaster behind.

Immediately Daoxuan Daoxuan gathered his last spiritual power, and in an instant all the colorful qi swords in the sky shone brightly together, especially the seven-colored main sword of the formation, which became half as big again. He rushed down like a rage, and hit Zhang Xiaofan straight!
Everyone in Tianyin Temple and Qingyun Sect became pale. Tian Buyi and Suru turned pale. Tian Linger screamed and fainted.

The giant sword hit the ground head-on. Before it reached the ground, a loud bang was heard. The ground within a foot radius around Zhang Xiaofan burst into pieces. The strong wind roared and enveloped him. He was already in a certain death situation.

"Uncle Master, please be merciful!"

Song Xing's voice suddenly sounded on the Tongtian Peak. With a move of his hands, the miniature Immortal Killing Sword Formation that trapped the Poison God soared into the sky, blocking the sword light that Dao Xuan used to kill Zhang Xiaofan!
Perhaps stimulated by the real Immortal Killing Sword Formation, the sword formation in front of Zhang Xiaofan emitted a sky-high light, which was much more powerful than the one that trapped the four major sect masters of the Demon Sect before.

But facing the real power of God, he still couldn't resist it.

Amidst the heaven-destroying sword light of the Zhuxian Master Sword, Song Xing's sword formation was helplessly shattered after holding on for several breaths.

The sword light that Dao Xuan slashed was offset a lot by the sword array, but he still slashed towards Zhang Xiaofan tenaciously.

Song Xing, who was not far away, sighed, looked at the dazzling sword light, and said in his heart, little junior brother, senior brother can only do so much for you.

Zhang Xiaofan stared red eyes, enveloped by the invisible sword energy, unable to break free. The grief, anger and hatred in his heart could not be suppressed, and he watched helplessly as the terrifying giant sword fell rapidly from the sky with boundless killing intent.

Seeing that Zhang Xiaofan was about to become a dead soul under the sword and be shattered to pieces, a sound of bells suddenly sounded in his ears, as if a sound that had been dormant for thousands of years quietly sounded at this moment:
Nine ghosts, gods and demons of all gods, sacrifice my blood and body...

Zhang Xiaofan's heart sank. (End of chapter)