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Outside Suoyao Pagoda, Xuan Ming led many Shushan disciples to station here, and the rain was still falling.

At this time, a strange dark cloud slowly floated over, and a wrinkled old man sat on the cloud. He was wearing a greasy and tattered blue robe, and came here by flying through the clouds.

All the disciples including Xuanming knelt down and respectfully said, "See Elder Xuanyuan."

Stepping on two wet cloth shoes, Elder Xuanyuan walked to the Demon Locking Tower, staring at the gate of the tower with his wrinkled eyes, and said in a deep voice, "How long has it been?"

Xuan Ming said: "He has been in for almost an hour."

"Who is he?"

Xuan Ming frowned slightly, and said: "It should be a member of the Tianxuan Sword Sect. I have seen it in the turbid world before. It is very likely that the fairy artifact was snatched by him. This time, it is disguised as the owner of the sea king island." Personal disciples, after we discovered the late night robbery treasure, we hid it in the Demon Locking Tower."

Elder Xuanyuan raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard these stories, walked to the pagoda gate, and said, "Can you be fooled just by changing your appearance?"

"He seems to know some secret techniques, not only his appearance has changed, but even his aura is completely different from before, so the disciple didn't recognize it." Xuan Ming was trying to defend himself, for fear that the Shushan elder would blame him.

Elder Xuanyuan stretched out his thin finger, and placed it lightly on the stone gate, the true energy entered, and the formation pattern appeared immediately, under the circulation, an extremely strong force was generated, and the tip of the finger was scorched black.

But he didn't seem to notice the pain, and just retracted his fingers expressionlessly.

"Report to the elders, Elder Ye has already gone to inform the head..."

Elder Xuanyuan said indifferently: "The head of the sect is still in retreat, so he won't pay attention to this matter."

When Xuan Ming heard this, his heart sank.

"Do you know why this tower is called the Demon Locking Tower?"

Xuan Ming shook his head and said, "I don't know."

Elder Xuanyuan's tone suddenly became heavy, and he said word by word: "Because there is really a monster inside."

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In the orange-red sea of ​​flames, the battle was extremely fierce and dangerous.

Yuan Futu controlled the four elemental swords, opened wide and closed wide, fought vertically and horizontally, beheaded dozens of beasts, but the number did not decrease at all, but increased, and he was also affected by A few injuries, especially that strange force, once touched the flesh, the flesh and blood burst open immediately, if it wasn't for the Yuanyang Dragon Armor, he might have died on the spot.

"Brave Sword Slashing the Eight Desolations!"

Yuan Futu let out a loud roar, the blade pierced forward fiercely, and went forward bravely, four sword shadows roared sharply in front of him, and a beast as big as a hut was killed immediately.

However, at this time, more than a dozen more came from all directions, and in an instant, there were many claws on the top of the head, with terrifying orange-red power rolled on them.

"Wisdom sword is flat!"

Yuan Futu's sword crossed the sky, and the golden core shook violently. A large amount of innate chaotic power was transformed into extremely pure Xuanfeng elements. Through the wisdom sword, a large strangulation space was formed, and all the heavy claws were scattered.

This piece of sand seems endless, and it will never end, not to mention it is even more difficult now.

Yuan Futu gritted his teeth tightly, seeing these inexhaustible beasts, his eyes couldn't help but be filled with anger, and an extremely ferocious sword intent immediately diffused from Zhu Huangjian.

This sword intent seems to contain raging anger that is difficult to wash away from all corners of the world. Within the covered space, extremely deep sword marks suddenly appeared on the bodies of those beasts, and the scales were broken, and gradually expanded, penetrating deep into the bones. .

In an instant, it was as if a storm of sword intent had blown up in the sea of ​​flames, so the beasts within the storm began to crack and shatter, and were finally strangled into pieces.

Yuan Futu's sword was in front of him, and he roared: "The sword of anger... pours the world!"

The fourth level of "Tianxuan Sword Art", this is the trick that Yuan Futu comprehended under extreme anger when Wan'er died, and it was also with this angry sword that he stabbed Jian Twelve.

This tactic is a sixth-order kung fu classic, and it is the foundation of the Tianxuan Sword Sect. Its power cannot be underestimated, especially under the magical effect of the Shura Eye, it reproduces the sword intent of the first suzerain. So make this sword stronger.

The storm of sword intent was unstoppable, and the yellow sand rose up all over the sky.

Yuan Futu moved forward step by step, pushing the fury sword, and within this range, those ferocious beasts had no way of getting close, otherwise they would be crushed into a pulp in just a moment.

I don't know how long it took, the golden core in Yuan Futu's body was burning like a body, consuming at an astonishing speed, those illusory beasts were guarding around, obviously waiting for the sword intent to fade, and then they would attack in groups.

In the current state, as long as Yuan Futu withdraws his sword intent, he will probably die suddenly on the spot without any suspense, so this is a battle with his life at the stake, and he must last until the last moment.

The heavy feet became slower and slower, and his arms were trembling violently, as if there was a towering mountain hanging on the blade of the sword, and that weight was definitely bearable.

The golden core gradually dried up, and the color on the surface also dimmed.

Yuan Futu knew in his heart that he had reached the limit, he had done his best, and the rest could only be resigned to fate.

At this moment, the sword intent faded away, and he fell limply to the ground, as if all the muscles in his body were broken, and he felt extremely painful.

Seeing this, those ferocious beasts seemed to have been suppressed for too long, so when they erupted, they appeared extremely terrifying, roaring, and the orange flames burning all over their bodies suddenly flourished.

Yuan Futu was lying on the ground, unable to move, and the storage bag also fell into the sand, the black mouth of the bag was facing him, and a faint golden luster seeped out of it.

In the blurred vision, golden light flowed, and Yuan Futu suddenly came to his senses. He seemed to have sensed something, and murmured: "Yes, I still have the Holy Water of Earth Immortal... there are three drops in it, so it should be no problem for me to take one drop."

He raised his hand with difficulty, his fingers changed, the golden light inside suddenly flourished, and a drop of golden liquid floated out and landed on his lips.

Yuan Futu stuck out his tongue, and rolled that drop of incomparably precious Earth Immortal Holy Water into his mouth.

He was a little worried that there was only one drop, and he was afraid that it would not have a very good effect.

But as the Holy Water of the Earth Immortal enters the stomach, the magical power contained in it erupts like a volcano that has been accumulated for thousands of years, enveloping the Yuanshen Sea and nourishing the golden core inside.

The originally dull surface of the golden elixir suddenly glowed with bright luster, and the innate power of chaos emerged from the empty golden elixir at an incredible speed, which was thousands of times faster than absorbing the energy of heaven and earth.