Xianlu Spring and Autumn

When Mo Er and the others heard Taoist Yinhe's voice, they were overjoyed, relieved, and hurried to the side to make way for him!

Gui Qingyu and several soul clans, but they were almost out of their wits when they heard it. The terrifying scene that Taoist Yinhe used that spirit treasure to instantly vaporize two late Nascent Soul monks into smoke still lingers in their minds. don't go.

"This old guy, is it so weird that he regained the mana that can use that Lingbao, or is he cheating us?"

Gui Qingyu's thoughts turned, and he turned his eyes to Taoist Yinhe who stood out from the crowd!

Daoist Yinhe has white beard and white hair fluttering, his eyes are sparkling with lightning, and his eyes are as bright as knives.

With just one glance, Gui Qingyu knew that Taoist Yinhe wasn't bluffing him!

Whoosh!Whoosh!

Gui Qingyu and Guimu Yao turned around sharply, like rabbits, and fled down the mountain.

The other four soul races were a little slower than the two, and they hadn't reached the top of the mountain yet, so they were not stupid when they saw the two big guys running away, and they also turned around and fled down the mountain!

A terrifying aura rises from the top of the mountain!

Under the pitch-black sky where the torrential rain was pouring, a dazzling golden light pierced the darkness and shot from behind!

As if the scorching sun had fallen to the ground and landed on the top of Bilan Mountain, the silhouettes of Gui Qingyu and the six fleeing in a hurry were clearly outlined!

A long wailing sounded suddenly.

The ghost wood demon that fell at the end was enveloped in golden light and fixed in mid-air, its flesh and bones vaporized rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The ghost wood demon reluctantly released a protective light curtain.But in an instant, it was shattered by the God-destroying golden light contained in the purple gold fish pot!

A few breaths later, the fifth late Nascent Soul cultivator of the Soul Clan's trip also turned into a cloud of smoke!

Ghost Daolin doesn't count, now only Gui Qingyu and a few Soul Clan monks in the Nascent Soul Junior and Middle Stages are left!

In this battle, the soul clan can be regarded as an elite, even if they can win in the end.It was also a tragic victory. If Gui Canyang knew the result, he would probably vomit blood in anger, not to mention the fact that the outcome is still unknown.

Ghost Qingyu is the most cunning and cunning. Although he is running away, his spiritual sense has been watching the movement behind him. After seeing this attack released by Taoist Yinhe, his breath plummeted, and his face instantly paled like a dead person .He immediately knew that he had reached the limit again, and in a short time, it was impossible to activate that magic weapon again!

Gui Qingyu hesitated for a few moments, his eyes turned hard, he turned around abruptly, and threw himself back, his gaze fell directly on Taoist Yinhe!

in his heart.I have already made up my mind, and the rest of the Taiyi Gate will not care about it.You must kill Taoist Yinhe, grab that spiritual treasure, and immediately fly away after grabbing it, at worst, hide in the Central Continent, or hide somewhere deep underground.They didn't come out until Gui Canyang and Gui Daolin set foot in the starry sky.

Seeking wealth and wealth, his irrepressible greed finally drove him completely crazy!

The other Nascent Soul cultivators also had their own calculations in their hearts, and they didn't greet them when they saw Ghost Qingyu.Killed alone and went back, rolled his eyes, and understood his plan, naturally he would not get into this troubled water, even if a few people really snatched it, it would be cheap in the end.

Thinking of this, the four of them rushed straight down the mountain without looking back!

After rushing out more than ten feet away, the four people's eyes lit up!

In the black rainy night, four snow-white sword glows shot wildly through the heavy rain curtain. At first glance, they looked like four straight lightning bolts!

boom!boom!

The two soul races in the early stage of Nascent Soul were pierced through their heads before they could react!

The two soul races in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, although their minds trembled, were obviously more sophisticated. They bent their necks abruptly and escaped to the sides!

A white figure passed between the two of them!

Ji Baiyi saw the flames of war in his eyes, but his face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost. He was extremely cold, and his aura was even more chilling. He glanced slightly at the two fleeing monks, snorted coldly, did not chase, and then went up the mountain!

……

On the top of the mountain, Taoist Yinhe finished releasing this magical golden light and fell to the bottom again. This time, he was even more exhausted than before!

Seeing the ghost Qingyu turn back again, the old man complained in his heart!

"Back quickly, I'll block it!"

Taoist Yinhe shouted loudly, and said again: "Junior Sister, you also retreat!"

Mo Er and the others looked at each other, a little at a loss!

And Liu Qiandai stood up from the meditation, looking at Gui Qingyu's gaze, full of hatred, but she clearly remembered that Zhong Ionyu was smashed by Gui Qingyu's primordial spirit!

After Taoist Yin Xing finished speaking, he was about to take out the magic weapon, but Wang Tuchan behind him had already put on a serious face, and raised his hand to smash out a talisman!

Gui Qingyu was getting closer and closer, and a big handprint of the void like a dark cloud was slapped hard!

boom!

Fu Lu flew halfway, not far from everyone's eyes, exploded, and suddenly opened a huge, yellow glow, like a real big umbrella in the air, covered with golden lights, flowing continuously with complex imprints.

This talisman, named Tianluo Umbrella Talisman, is extremely defensive. It was Yang Sen, Wang Tuchan's teacher. The talisman he was best at back then must have been passed to him by Yang Sen before his death.

boom!

Gui Qingyu's big handprint was slapped on the surface of Tianluo's umbrella, and there was a loud noise, and electric sparks shot out, and the umbrella did not break!

"Yinhe, give me that spirit treasure, and I'll let you all go, or the old man will kill you all!"

Gui Qingyu roared with angry eyes, his face was ferocious, and he looked like a ghost. With a pair of big hands, he waved wildly, and slapped the Tianluo Umbrella fiercely. The light of the Tianluo Umbrella dimmed layer by layer!

The violent breath is coming!

A group of juniors quickly retreated, Taoist Yinhe and Liu Qiandai took out their magic weapons, and only waited for the other party to smash the Tianluo Umbrella, and then launched an attack!

Daoist Yinhe, with a determined face!

In Liu Qiandai's eyes, there was only sinister and cruel hatred!

"Old ghost, who are you going to slaughter!"

Seeing that the Tianluo Umbrella was about to shatter, there was an angry roar that shook the sky, high in the sky, the wind and clouds were surging, and everyone was familiar with that aura.Finally arrived!

"It's Daddy!"

Su Liuli, who was retreating, heard this voice, exclaimed, tears in her eyes!

Mo Er, Wang Tuchan and a group of other juniors looked down the mountain.All I saw was a white shadow rushing towards it, at an astonishing speed, a whistling gust of wind blew directly in the sky!

"Ji Baiyi is back?"

Gui Qingyu's face changed drastically, the greed and madness in his eyes quickly receded, as if he had fallen into an ice cave, his whole body was icy cold!

Only from the suffocating coercion coming from behind, he knew that he was definitely not Ji Baiyi's opponent.What's more, before leaving for Bilan Mountain, the soul monks had already guessed that Ji Baiyi and Taoist Yuelong must have already comprehended the artistic conception!

The snow-white sword edge descended from the sky!

A weird aura came from behind!

Gui Qingyu's eyes blurred, and beside him was no longer the top of Bilan Mountain, but a killing battlefield full of floating corpses, and the ground was completely red.Blood flowed like a river, countless densely packed.Long swords of different sizes were deeply inserted into the ground, motionless!

In the sky, the setting sun was shining at night, and it was also as red as blood!

In the center of Wanjian, there is a tall figure in white clothes.Holding a sword in one hand, he stood upright, looking at Gui Qingyu with cold eyes!

"Ji Baiyi? Artistic conception?"

A look of panic flashed across Gui Qingyu's eyes, and his pupils shrank sharply!

Ji Baiyi's face was stern, his eyes did not flicker.Like a sharp arrow, it shot at Gui Qingyu's face, and slowly raised the long sword in his hand!

With the dancing of the long sword in his hand, countless long swords stuck on the ground suddenly trembled violently, and there was a continuous buzzing sound in the space.

"Ji Baiyi, don't underestimate me, so what about artistic conception, I'm still broken today!"

Gui Qingyu's eyes flickered fiercely, and he shouted loudly!

He knew that he had no way out, even if he kowtowed and begged for mercy, Ji Baiyi would never let him go, so he might as well give it a go!

As soon as the old mana moved, black air billowed around him immediately, and the demonic cloud surged. A huge palm with a radius of several tens of feet, with a strange black light, came out from the demonic cloud, and slapped Ji Baiyi's chest fiercely!

"You deserve it too!"

Ji Baiyi finally opened his mouth, let out a cold drink, raised his hand and swung his sword, the snow-white sword glowed, and shot out against the palm of his hand!

At the same time, the countless swords stuck on the ground flew into the air with a buzzing sound as if they were called, and after turning around, they roared away in the direction of Ji Baiyi's sword glow!

This is Ji Baiyi's artistic conception supernatural power, ten thousand swords towards the sky!

boom!

The huge palm, like paper paste, was pierced in an instant!

Gui Qingyu spat out a mouthful of blood, with an inconceivable look in his eyes, just as he was about to turn around, Ji Baiyi's snow-white sword glow pierced his heart!

The attack has not stopped!

Thousands of sword qi roared over!

bang bang bang-

There was a series of explosions, Wan Jian pierced through his body, Gui Qingyu's body trembled violently, and blood sprayed out from every place on his body!

After ten breaths, a pile of meat paste fell to the ground without a sound!

Ji Baiyi glanced slightly, removed his artistic conception powers, and appeared on the top of Bilan Mountain!

"Brother, you are finally back!"

Taoist Yinhe was the first to greet him, with a look of relief.

Ji Baiyi nodded, without saying a word, his eyes fell on Zhong Ionyu's body that Mo was holding in his hands, he was shocked suddenly, and his eyes dimmed instantly.

Everyone was silent and lowered their heads!

Only Liu Qiandai looked at him coldly, as if looking at a stranger!

After Ji Baiyi was silent for a moment, he scanned the crowd and said in a deep voice, "Where are the other disciples?"

"Zhongli—"

Taoist Yinhe paused after saying two words, as if he was choked up, and then continued: "...they have been arranged in advance to take refuge in the Leixiu Alliance in Buried God Sea!"

Ji Baiyi nodded slightly!

"You stay here, I have to kill a few more souls!"

Ji Baiyi's voice was extremely deep and hoarse, and his eyes were full of murderous intent! (To be continued..)