Nine turns immortal

"Is your sect called Xuejianmen? Look at this formation, and you still have some skills. How about this? I just came into this world and need manpower, so you can be my subordinates. Naturally, there will be things for you to go to later. Do!"

A faint voice came out from Chen Xiangyu, this voice is very young, but it has a kind of majesty that cannot be violated, it seems to be the emperor's decree, golden words, when he speaks, countless air currents in the void condense into golden little dragons, buzzing Humming and singing, so powerful, it is frightening.

Wang Gan was hiding in the dark, and his heart was shaken by this.

"This guy speaks so loudly. He is so arrogant and arrogant. Opening his mouth, he wants to make the whole sect submit to him. This is a blatant domineering behavior. Let's see how the Xuejian sect behaves."

Sure enough, Xue Jian's old face suddenly flushed red and then turned black, the veins on his forehead were beating, and the sound of his huge beating heart was like sharp swords, vibrating in the void.

He was really angry, angry, the leader of the dignified faction, hearing such words was definitely an insult, and he couldn't bear it.

"You Fang He, hide your head and show your tail, do you think that my Xuejian sect's inheritance for thousands of years is a joke? It's a joke to make me submit to you with just one word!"

The sound waves are huge, a bright sword light, thick edges, covering the sky and the sun, across the void, a world of ice and snow is instantly formed around the old man Xuejian, cold and cold, with deep murderous intentions, blossoming snowflakes, like billions of small swords, It emits a cold light, tears and cuts the air, and makes a chi-chi sound, ready to spread thousands of miles at any time.

At the same time, a cultivator rose up from the Snow Sword Gate, with a huge sword under his feet, fierce aura burst out in all directions, extremely sharp, more than a dozen auras shot up into the sky, and everyone's backs were brightened. The dizziness filled the air, and the sword energy soared to the sky. It was obvious that they had trained their primordial spirits and were great monks in the realm of transforming gods. [

These people are the elder guardians of the Snow Sword Sect, and they are the backbone of a sect. At this time, all of them have sharp eyes, hidden murderous intentions, and a posture of slashing and killing with their swords at any time.

"Presumptuous, the thirteenth prince wants to accept you as his subordinates. What an honor it is. You have already made a fortune, and your achievements will be limitless in the future. Don't you really know what to do?"

The gorgeous woman in purple stepped forward with one step, the purple mist was thick under her feet, and the fierce killing sword aura around her couldn't threaten him at all. She showed a tyrannical cultivation, her tone was cold, and her eyes were cold.

Daoist Xuejian was furious, shouted loudly, stretched out his hand and pointed, there was heavy sword energy, like a raging sea, he stabbed towards him frantically, the void collapsed along the way, forming a vacuum, his target was Chen Xiang who was crushed in the air. .

Snowflakes are fluttering, and each snowflake is condensed by the magic power of the sword. It is condensed and sharp, and can cut mountain peaks and destroy Dayue. It is definitely the means to transform the gods.

"Oh, it really is a local turtle in the small world, probably not aware of the majesty of my thirteenth prince."

Chen Xiangyu let out a faint sigh, and then, a crystal-like jade finger stretched out through the bead curtain. With a whistling sound, the vital energy of the world within a thousand miles was boiling, and was strongly summoned, and was swallowed in the blink of an eye. Come and blend into that finger.

A huge finger, glittering with golden light, with a mysterious texture imprinted on it, pressed towards the void.

"One finger of my ancestral dragon is just a small supernatural power. You can feel my power. If you can catch it, then I will turn around and leave. Your sect can still exist for a while, otherwise you can surrender obediently. Bar."

The faint voice of the thirteenth prince came from the jade stick, and at the same time, his fingers swelled in the void, and the dragon's roar was astounding, like an ancestor dragon, with dense scales and armor, every texture was imprinted with a mysterious aura, full of excitement. Power can crush the sky and destroy the earth.

The snowflakes fluttered, the sword light was tens of thousands, and the thirteenth prince was crushed by a single finger.

This scene was grand, terrifying, and frightening. Wang Gan hid in the gaps in the surrounding void, his eyes were shining brightly, staring at this confrontation.

collapse!

The Zulong blazed across the sky, roaring loudly, crushing it ahead, the vast snowflake sword light of Master Xuejian crazily attacked and killed, like a ten-thousand-year ice and snow territory, permeated with dao rhyme, ruthless and chilling, it is also an ancient and powerful swordsmanship supernatural power, but in an instant Jian Zulong crushed and collapsed, and the exhausted snowflakes and sword lights were directly crushed to pieces and broken inch by inch, and the Dao rhyme and spirit contained in it were constantly shattering.

Two breaths, only two breaths of time, a large piece of sword light, completely collapsed, only a ancestral dragon formed by fingers in the void, absorbing poor energy, great power, ancient and boundless, truly like the ancient ancestral dragon descending, shattered The world, break the chaos. [

Master Xuejian's supernatural power was broken, he spit out a mouthful of blood when he opened his mouth, his face was as pale as snow, he was really horrified in his heart.

"How is this possible? My ice and snow sword scriptures have already reached the eighth stage, and I am only a short distance away from achieving the immortal state. I can truly understand the true meaning of ice and snow. After hundreds of millions of years of vicissitudes, I will eventually return to the ice and snow era. Dao Shenyun, how could you destroy my swordsmanship so easily?"

Master Xuejian was still muttering to himself at first, and then he roared crazily, as if he had lost his mind. It is a monk with advanced cultivation, the more uncomfortable it is, if he cannot get out of this shadow, his heart will be completely broken, and his cultivation will not be able to improve from now on. For a monk, this is more uncomfortable than death.

The jade stick in the air swayed slightly, and a bright golden light shot out, falling on the forehead of Master Xuejian, his whole body was shaken, the sword light flickered in his eyes, and he was fully awake.

"This is the soul-soothing liquid. Your Dao heart is damaged and must be repaired, otherwise the consequences will be unpredictable."

The thirteenth prince sighed, like spring wind turning into rain, the domineering aura just now disappeared in an instant, and the tense atmosphere in the entire Snow Sword Mountain Range collapsed in an instant.

This kind of method is simply turning one's hand into clouds and turning one's hands into rain.

Master Xuejian's face was complicated, with various expressions of joy, anger, sorrow and joy changing on his face, obviously he was very restless.

All of this happened so quickly that there was no chance for people to react. Daoist Xuejian, with a sharp snow sword in his hand and supernatural power, is a first-class figure among the monks in the realm of transforming gods, but with ten When the three princes confronted each other, they were defeated in the blink of an eye, and even their Dao heart was hurt. In the end, a drop of soul-suppressing liquid was poured down, which eliminated the hidden danger. This situation is beyond anyone's imagination.

A group of elders in Xuejianmen were aggressive at first, but their primordial spirits were shining with light, and they were always ready to kill this group of arrogant guys in front of them, so as to maintain their majesty and evil spirit in Xuejianmen. After calming down, the boiling blood was doused with thousands of catties of cold water, and the flags died down, and the horror in my heart could not be stopped.

"Who is this person? I can also see his cultivation base, that is, the realm of transforming gods, and he absolutely does not have the highest immortal aura. How can he have such powerful supernatural powers, and even the master of teaching real people is not his all-in-one enemy?"

"Heavenly talent, where did this person come from? He is a peerless genius with peerless combat power and can leapfrog battles!"

A few elders with gray beards and sharp eyes, their wrinkled faces kept trembling, and their spiritual consciousness flowed secretly, exchanging opinions.

"How about it? I'll give you a stick of incense time to think about it. If you don't submit by then, as a prince, I also have the means of thunder. When the time comes, I will use my supernatural powers to restrain you and refine you all into slaves. You can still serve me. "

The voice of the thirteenth prince pierced through Yu Lun again, and he had just defeated Master Xuejian casually, his strength was truly breathtaking.

The high-ranking monks of Xuejian Sect frowned suddenly, their eyes flickered, obviously they were hurrying to consider the gains and losses of life and death.

The Xuejian Mountains were high above the sky, and the atmosphere suddenly calmed down. There was a posture that the mountains and rain were about to come and the wind filled the building. No one would doubt that this mysterious thirteenth prince had poor means, could kill people at every turn, and cast mysterious restrictions Turn people into slaves and be driven by him for life.

Not to mention the thoughts in these people's hearts, Wang Qian carefully hid in the gaps in the void, not daring to show any breath, for fear of being discovered by the thirteen princes, but he was full of admiration in his heart, this thirteen princes, domineering, With various methods, he is truly a heroic character, and his ability to grasp the rhythm of the situation has reached a level of perfection. It is obvious that he has been in a high position for a long time, under the command of the imperial court, and the ability to intrigue has been fully cultivated.

Comparing with the thirteen princes, Wang Gan found that he really didn't have the means of others. He always acted straight and straight, relying on his own strength to rule the world, conspiring and conspiring, and these things were much weaker in comparison.

"It's because of the difference in status between me and him. There is also a big difference in the supernatural powers and profound arts that I practice. I am afraid that such a method is also a way to temper the mind."

I thought about it secretly in my heart, stopped thinking about it, and quietly watched the development of the situation.

In the blink of an eye, the five huge dragons began to erupt with a wild and ferocious aura, like a group of peerless beasts, ready to violently kill anyone at any time. The breath of heart palpitations began to flow out.

Master Xuejian's face trembled. With the sensitivity of his primordial spirit, how could he fail to see that this mysterious thirteenth prince would be shot by Thunder in the next moment. Thousands of years of inheritance, I am afraid that it will be ruined in his own hands. As for running away, he just thought about it for a while before cutting off the idea. It is really the thirteenth prince, who is too mysterious, poor in means, and the Snow Sword Mountain Range In the surrounding void, there are many murderous intentions lurking indistinctly, and I don't know what has been done secretly.

In short, the situation is imminent.