From the pure blood dragon clan, I started to become a human being

Baojing Mountains.

The four-armed god, dozens of feet tall, roared towards the sky.

Taoist Jiuqiao chuckled, and a petite middle-aged woman walked out from the sixth floor of the exquisite pagoda in his hand. The finger seals changed, and the thirty-six peaks around him glowed in turn, and the great formation of peaks suppressing the earth was activated.

In the distance to the north, a young Confucian scholar waved a scroll, and a real little world enveloped all directions.

The mountain god, the geographical advantage, the killing array, the netherworld.

The three kinds of blessings fell upon the young man, raising his aura level by level, almost equivalent to raising him by two levels.

The old Jindan master fled in panic, not daring to look back.

Liu Zhiqing thrust out his sword with all his might, and a golden crow flew out from his abdomen. The scorching heat caused the thirty-six peaks to spontaneously ignite without wind and turn into a sea of ​​fire. The flames on the ground rolled up and smashed towards the opponent.

The sun fell, engulfing and covering the Baojing Mountain. The grass, trees, and rocks turned to ashes. Thick smoke spread. Countless rays of blazing light fell on the earth, carrying with them a scorching wind. All movements were concealed by the scroll of heaven and earth, as if it was a secret death of a secular dynasty.

A moment later, a sharp buzzing sound was heard all around, and a ray of black iron light cut the sun in the middle. The thin silk thread cut through a mountain top, blowing away the sky full of fire and flying towards the enemy.

Taoist Jiuqiao frowned. He actually delivered a sword immortal attack with the realm of Yuanying sword cultivation. If he had not been fully prepared now, he and Ma Yaoxian might really "meet a ghost on the night road".

The Taoist's hands changed their gestures rapidly, leaving an afterimage as he swung his weapons.

The Farewell Art of the Farewell Sect is well-known in the Central Plains. The great swordsman practices Taoism and swordsmanship, and is best at the art of cutting.

A beam of fluorescent light collided with the sword of the sword immortal, destroying exactly half of the sweeping sword light.

The four-armed god beat his chest and roared at the same time. Mountain peaks appeared in the path of the sword light. Dozens of mountain peaks were brutally cut off, and the half-ray of sword light was several times dimmer than at the beginning.

Heaven and earth merged, and the invisible squeezing force caused the half ray of sword light to break into pieces and gradually weaken. The attack of a dignified sword immortal was actually worse than that of a golden elixir sword cultivator.

Ma Youxian clenched her fist and smashed the sword light in front of her, then leaped forward. Ripples rose under her feet. Her whole body aura became violent. She punched forward, almost opening the sky. She looked 70% like a female martial god.

Beside the original place, Liu Zhiqing vomited blood. His natal flying sword, the Big Sun Golden Crow, was cut off by the opponent. His avenue collapsed and he fell to the Longmen realm. After this sword, he no longer owed the Golden Crow Palace a penny. As a sword cultivator without his natal flying sword, the Palace Master's nephew might not recognize him as his uncle.

Taoist Jiuqiao came to Liu Zhiqing's side without knowing when, and Yu Pujing attacked with all his strength, destroying his physical body. On the fifth floor of Linglong Pagoda, a Yuanying sword cultivator walked out, and his natal flying sword, Jiushi, devoured the soul of its master, the Great Sun Golden Crow, and its quality was further improved.

"Don't be too full and not work hard."

"If you dare, imprison my soul for another hundred years."

The Yuanying sword cultivator sneered, but was not slow in handing over the sword. The flying sword left the Linglong Pagoda, and its trajectory was unpredictable.

On the top of Baojing Mountain, Ma Yuxian fell like a meteor, and his punch split the sky and broke through the air.

Jiang Yuan threw a punch back. As his foundation was too poor, he had to use fist techniques. The moment his arm swung, thousands of phantoms were drawn, which finally overlapped and exploded with a thunderous sound.

It’s like the sky is falling!

The two sides exchanged punches. After Ma Yuxian smashed the inferior magic weapon embroidered robe into pieces, the tough touch from the end of his fist made his face change drastically. This ghost thing was actually a mountain-top warrior of the same level as himself.

But someone's heavy punch had already been thrown, and after a moment or a longer period of ravage and torture, the arm broke the protective fist, pierced through the enemy's chest, and shattered his internal organs.

The sound of a wolf grinding its teeth and sucking blood echoed in Ma Yaoxian's ears. Before he died, he realized the horrible face beneath the other party's skin, and could only wither like an insect in hatred.

When the two exchanged punches, the mountain god and the sword servant continued to attack each other. The natal flying sword broke and destroyed the stone dragons and guarded someone's back.

Taoist Jiuqiao's face turned pale. With the death of Ma Guixian, his trip had become a loss-making business. Fortunately, he met the direct descendants of the Chen family, otherwise he would have been in tears.

A beam of sword light shot towards Jiang Yuan along a strange route.

Suddenly, a large hole was briefly broken in the barrier between heaven and earth, and the old man hastily landed on the ground. The ancestral half-immortal soldier wearing messy hemp clothes stretched out his hand to clamp the venomous snake-like flying sword of the vulture. "It seems that I am not too late. Jiang Gongsheng, you must remember the incense of the message sent by the flying sword of the little girl Zhu."

Old Man Qu laughed and said, "Gao Cheng, you are really going backwards as you grow older. You teamed up with Da Xiu just to deal with a junior."

In the distance to the north, Gao Cheng seemed to be angry and humiliated, and with the triple blessing, he summoned the semi-immortal soldier, Jingguan City, in his palm.

The comet was running at a very high speed, comparable to a powerful attack from an immortal realm, smashing the six high mountains along the way into dust.

The Taoist Jiuqiao had a solemn expression on his face, and farewell light shot out from his hands. This strange Taoist magic, which evolved from water magic, whistled forward, and the heaven and earth seemed to be wailing.

Jiang Yuan's expression remained unchanged. He first held the Unkind Sword, condensed ten strands of sword energy again, and delivered a sword immortal attack. Then eight shadow gods appeared around the Baojing Mountain Range, forming a Big Dipper Slashing and Killing Formation. Each shadow god scattered dozens of sword-slashing talismans to break the great formation of the peaks and suppress the earth, and provide blessings.

"He is really rich, but it's a pity that he is ruined." Taoist Jiuqiao laughed.

Suddenly, the situation changed drastically.

The founder of the Pi Ma Sect, Old Man Qu, who was a few steps away, suddenly took action, waved his sleeves with all his strength to destroy the dazzling sword light, and then held a Taoist magic in his hand and blasted it towards someone's face.

Three great masters of the Jade Pu realm attacked one person together.

"I'm sorry, you're a stumbling block on Pang's road. I'll ensure that your soul is reincarnated and I'll personally take you in as my disciple in the future."

At the critical moment, the Sword Servant looked determined. Not only did she come to the master's side in an instant, she also successfully summoned another natal flying sword, the Sword Servant. A sword light as big as a millstone merged with her. She raised her arms forward. Even if the Sword Immortal handed her the sword, she would only die and would never retreat a single step.

Jiang Yuan looked a little helpless, he was just making trouble.

A crisp snap of fingers was heard, and the sky and the earth darkened.

The Jingguan City, which was sacrificed with all its strength, somehow hit the Taoist monk Jiuqiao, who was so heartbroken that his gallbladder was about to burst. A glow burst out, destroying ten mountains.

Further to the north, the young Confucian scholar put away his snowflake folding fan, and the Xu Jun leather bag and Chen's Confucian robe on his body disappeared. This shadow god returned to the Beidou killing formation, and it was Youbi who was in the most critical position.

Gao Cheng's face had become dull, like a puppet.

The Taoist Jiuqiao was ambushed by the immortal, his body was destroyed, and his yang soul's outer body was not spared either. Only his yin soul, which was equivalent to the perfection of the Nascent Soul Realm, was left. At this moment, he looked back blankly at the nobleman who had once talked happily with him.

On the ground beside Jiang Yuan, 20,000 small shackles were activated. They were the result of the past half month's work. If they were sold, they would be worth 2,000 grains of rice, just to restrain the so-called big accident that had fallen into the trap.

Old Man Qu could only smile bitterly. The iron light formed by the twenty thousand earth talismans bound his whole body. This money was enough to invite the great swordsman to come down the mountain to help, and he would do it with all his strength.

"Zhu Quan is indeed a good person. I accept the favor. From now on, the Pi Ma Sect will remain the Pi Ma Sect."

Old Man Qu clasped his fists with difficulty and stopped resisting in vain.

Jiang Yuan grabbed the sword servant's little head and gently pulled it to the side. The sword servant blinked and let the master remove the powerful sword intent from him.

"They are really the three sisters from Taoyuan. They are just as dumb as her. It seems I don't need to have high expectations for Wu Huoyue."

The yellow dog, whose presence had almost disappeared, no longer lay on the ground pretending to be dead.

"It's fun, killing myself. I want to do it again sometime." The yellow dog held his belly with his paws, looking forward to it.

"It's just to save some energy." Jiang Yuan said that the shadow god incarnated by the Three Pure Ones suffered losses, but his Yin god was still intact.

"You're joking, bro."

Jiang Yuan stepped on the dog's head.

(End of this chapter)