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When this majestic and terrifying demon power gradually faded away, in the misty misty rain, the messy Shu Mountain appeared.

The area where Qiye blew himself up was like a meteor crater, tens of feet deep, which was shocking. None of the Shushan disciples who were sucked into it survived.

Among the piled up corpses, Xuanming crawled out with all his strength. Seeing this almost apocalyptic scene, his throat was dry and his body was trembling slightly. If he hadn't pulled a few Shushan disciples to block him at the critical moment Before, I'm afraid there are no bones left.

His leg was injured, and the bones were visible. He limped in front of Elder Xuanyuan, and said in a deep voice, "Elder, what about the big monster?"

Elder Xuanyuan kept silent, looked back at Elder Ye, and said, "Bury the dead disciples of Shushan first, and then we will respectfully welcome the master to leave the gate."

Xuan Ming frowned, nodded slightly, and looked around, but there was no trace of the half of the sword.

At this moment, the secret land of Shushan.

Surrounded by clouds and mists, the outline of an ancient cave looms leisurely.

In the cave mansion, immortal energy surrounds.

I saw half of the sword cutting through the sky, splitting the thick clouds, and finally landed in front of the cave with a groan, leaning slightly forward, as if it had a taste of worship.

At the same time, a not-so-tall figure stepped out of the dense immortal energy.

It was a boy about fifteen or sixteen years old. His face had not faded from childishness. His rather chubby face looked a little cute, but his facial features were correct. A yellow ribbon, with a simple cyan token pinned to the side of the ribbon.

That is the token of the head of Shushan.

The young man walked up to the halfway point of the sword, looked at the clouds in the distance, and said: "You are willing to give up this body, but you are the last big monster in the world after all, how could you die so easily... The big monster entered the world , the imperial court is in trouble again, let me see how long you can endure."

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call!

The scenery around him was passing faster and faster, and finally turned into colorful blurred lines. Yuan Futu was in the cocoon, and he felt that it was difficult to breathe.

This phenomenon lasted for a stick of incense for Da Yue, and then gradually recovered.

Clap!

The orange-red demon cocoon began to crack, Yuan Futu separated and tore the film with his hands, and found that he was in an old forest deep in the mountains, under the lingering light rain, the surrounding trees were whirling and the mist was lingering.

Yuan Futu raised his head and let the rain splash on his face, and then he felt a little sober. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see those suspended mountain peaks in the distance.

"Finally escaped."

This place is almost a hundred miles away from Shushan Mountain, and the demon king Qiye sent him here with his secret magic, but it was already extremely difficult.

"I don't know how he is now."

Yuan Futu was a little worried, Qiye was besieged by so many people, especially that deadly fairy weapon, it was almost impossible to escape.

"Forget it, I don't think so much, the plan for now is to escape from this place as soon as possible, since Xuanming recognized me, he will never let it go, and I can't go back, otherwise it will only make Tianxuan Sword Sect a target of public criticism, alas... ..." Yuan Futu sighed and couldn't help shaking his head.

He had to set off as soon as possible, otherwise the people from Mount Shu would come after him sooner or later, in case the target was too big and easy to find, so Yuan Futu did not choose to fly with the sword, but walked through the deep mountains and old forests on foot.

Along the way, Yuan Futu's thoughts were heavy, he just felt that in this royal world, his own strength was too small, even if he comprehended the Jiying Sword, even if he tried his best to reach the state of Huanxu, he still couldn't influence anything.

"I need time, and I have to speed up the pace of cultivation. Jian Twelve once said that my heaven and earth dharma is the king of dharma. If I can condense it, although I can't fight against those big men, at least I won't be defeated by Xuan Ming's level of cultivation. Those who chase and kill!"

Yuan Futu was thinking in his heart, and couldn't help clenching his fists, but at this moment, several breaths came from the front.

Dressed in a purple shirt, she is slim, glamorous and unique.

"It's her?!" Yuan Futu's eyes widened, but he didn't expect to meet Yun Mengxuan here.

Her face was pale, and her purple blouse was dotted with red spots. It was obvious that she had been seriously injured. Behind her, several elite disciples of the Shushan Sect were chasing after her. Flying swords flashed, and they were about to kill her on the spot.

Yun Mengxuan swallowed the blood from her throat fiercely, she had already lost thousands of purple butterflies, only the "Sea God's Art" still had some power, but now she was seriously injured, her true energy had already been exhausted, and her life was in danger.

"Want to run? Take your life!"

A disciple from Shu Mountain took a sudden step forward and twisted the sword formula in his hand. The flying sword that contained the true energy of the Void Returning Realm immediately pierced through a century-old tree and stabbed directly at Yunmengxuan's back.

Yun Mengxuan bit her lips tightly, holding the water droplet in her hand that seemed more important than her life.

At this moment, a vermilion sword light struck, the sword intent burst out, and it was extremely brave.

With a clang, they collided together, that Shu Mountain disciple took two steps back, and when he was looking intently, Yuan Futu had already appeared in front of Yun Mengxuan.

"How are you?" Yuan Futu's tone was a little cold. After all, at that critical moment, Yun Mengxuan used herself to escape, and never thought about her own life or death.

Yun Mengxuan, who was extremely weak, saw Yuan Futu with a trace of shock on her face, but she was able to hold on until now, obviously relying on her huge willpower, so she passed out without even saying a word.

Yuan Futu frowned slightly.

Standing in front of them were three Shushan disciples, two Huanxu and one Fashen.

"who are you?"

Yuan Futu had already abandoned the appearance of the disciples of the Lord of the Sea King and restored his real body, so it's no wonder they couldn't recognize him.

"Dare to stop our Shushan faction from arresting people, don't you want to die?" A disciple said angrily, and the flying sword made a squeaky sound, extremely sharp.

Yuan Futu narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking that it was this group of bull-nosed Taoist priests who almost forced himself to death on Mount Shu, his anger suddenly rose, and he shouted: "You are the ones who are going to die!"

Taking advantage of this anger, Zhu Huangjian let out a trembling sound suddenly, and the sword intent spread out, covering the area with a radius of tens of feet.

In an instant, those dense and old old trees burst open, the cracks were flat, as if cut by a sharp weapon, from the trunk to the branches and leaves, it seemed that they were being strangled by endless sword intent.

At the same time, fine wounds appeared on those disciples' bodies.

"Oops, launch the sword array!"

The three disciples cast their sword formulas at the same time, forming a defense in front of them, struggling to resist Yuan Futu's wrathful sword that overwhelmed the world.

Although Yuan Futu is also in the Void Realm, but with the "Tianxuan Sword Art" and the god-level spiritual treasure, it is enough to achieve invincibility in the same realm, so he didn't have the slightest scruples, urging the little remaining true energy in his body, and constantly strengthened his anger. The power of the sword.