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Jun Buhui is very aware of Mo Xing's strength, it is easy to deal with a sword fairy who is still in the realm of Yuanxian, but if the opponent is a strong soul, although it is somewhat difficult, it will not hurt like this.

After swallowing the elixir, Mo Xing's expression softened slightly, and he said in a trembling voice, "Spiritual soul is the upper rank of Yuan Immortal, and Sword Immortal is also the upper rank of Yuan Immortal...and even practiced the forbidden technique of overlord body..."

"Forbidden?"

Jun Buhui's eyes were deeply focused. If you say that Yuan Futu has made great progress in cultivating to the top rank Yuanxian from the beginning to the present, although he has made rapid progress, he is not considered to be a monster. The method has reached this point, and has mastered the power of the forbidden technique, then it can only be described as horror.

The master began to be puzzled, recalling the situation when he used the boundary stone to test that day, but he could never have expected the result today.

"Get out of here!"

At this moment, a loud roar came from outside the palace gate, Mo Xing turned pale in shock, and hid behind Jun Buhui like a dog.

I saw Yuan Futu standing outside the door, carefully putting the blood-soaked Young Master Yu aside, holding the Jasper Flying Sword and stepping into the Hall of Non-return, all the disciples around were stunned, no one dared to step forward .

Jun Buhui looked stern, and said: "This mountain is called Buhui Peak, and this place is called Buhui Temple. It's my place, and no one can trespass."

"I want Mo Xing's life!"

While speaking, an extremely fierce aura erupted from Yuan Futu's body, and Jun Buhui immediately felt a force shaking his soul, but he was already a high-ranking Immortal, so naturally he would not pose any threat, but It proved that what Mo Xing said was true, this guy really did not leak anything.

Mo Xing didn't know whether he lost too much blood, or he was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder were torn apart, his face was as pale as rice paper.

Jun Buhui said indifferently and commandingly, "I'll give you a chance to get out of here."

"You... get out of the way!"

Yuan Futu ignored Jun Buhui's threats, and started to rush into the hall, but before the soles of his feet landed on the steps, a sword rainbow fell from the sky and landed directly in front of him, directly blasting a two-foot-square The entrance of the cave is bottomless.

"Don't think that you can act recklessly because you are an innocent disciple. No one in the Wanshen Sect can stop you. If you dare to take a step forward, don't blame my subordinates for being merciless."

Realized that the Mo Xing, the fourth level of the Taixuan Sword, has no doubts about its talent. If it can be cultivated properly in the future, it will surely become a great tool. posed any threat to him.

"I don't believe you dare to take action against me, a Gangxian from a mere sect!" Yuan Futu looked resolutely, and stepped up to the steps.

A murderous look flashed in Jun Buhui's eyes, but when he was about to use the sword art, he found that a token had been picked up by Yuan Futu.

This token is very rare, and many new disciples have never seen it before, but Jun Buhui was lucky enough to see it a few times, the pupils in his eyes dilated immediately, and he said in a deep voice: "Shen Wen Master?"

"Open your dog eyes and see clearly. Now I am a one-star god tattoo master certified by the imperial court. The lord of the country will personally issue the token. You are so brave!" Yuan Futu roared furiously.

This token is genuine, and Jun Buhui can judge it by simply scanning it with his divine sense. He never thought that Yuan Futu would sacrifice this token, but recalling the battle at Qingluya at that time, this He realized that the divine pattern imprinted on the fairy weapon was not bought from outside, but carved by himself.

The other party is a rare and precious divine pattern master with a distinguished status. Although he is only one star, he has also been canonized by the imperial court and certified by the lord of the country. A divine pattern master made a move, he was silent for a long time, his face gradually turned red, and said: "This is my place after all, even if you are a divine pattern master, you can't do anything arbitrarily, don't forget that you are still a disciple of the Ten Thousand Gods Sect. "

"I said, as long as that bastard's life, since you want to stop me, I'll kill you!" Yuan Futu, whose eyes were already red, almost lost his mind. His only goal was to kill Mo Xing. Obstacles must be cleared away, so this robbery sword stabbed at Jun Buhui without any scruples.

The Blood Explosion Forbidden Technique erupted at the same time, burning the remaining blood, which made the sword's power soar.

As a high-ranking Gang Immortal, he can defuse this sword with a flick of his fingers, but Jun Buhui's face is a little heavy, he is still weighing, and at the same time, the sword formula is in his hand, ready to go.

But at this moment, there was one more person quietly outside the gate of the palace, no one noticed his existence, not even strong men like Jun Buhui noticed.

It was an ancient old man, wearing a withered green dress and a tattered square scarf. From head to toe, there was nothing unusual about his whole body. Perhaps it was because of this that he became integrated into the world, as if he was in harmony with the world. All things are assimilated, and the breath is exhausted.

He stretched out a hand, seemingly extremely slowly, but the robbery sword in Yuan Futu's hand was strangely grasped in his hand like a tamed and well-behaved beast.

The power of this sword is enough to rival Jinxian. Yuan Futu knew how strong it was, but he didn't expect that ancient rare old man to catch it with his bare hands. He held it in his hand, motionless.

"Without the approval of the Martial Arts Hall, martial arts are strictly prohibited within the sect, do you know?" The old man's voice was as if old copper and old iron were rubbing together, hoarse and heavy, but with infinite majesty.

Yuan Futu calmed down in an instant, knowing that this ancient old man had an extraordinary background, but he did not give in because of it, and said coldly: "Of course I know, but when Mo Xing was carrying out the mission of the sect, he intended to kill the disciples of the same sect, so I did not Not breaking the rules, but enforcing the law!"

The ancient rare old man narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at you without looking back.

But at this moment, Jun didn't come back to see his face clearly, that glacier-like face showed surprise, and said: "Sect Master..."

When Yuan Futu heard the word suzerain, there was a muffled bang in Yuan Futu's mind.

The suzerain of the Wanshen Sect, a Xuanxian-level powerhouse, finally came out, and it was this ancient old man in front of him. No wonder he could resist the Nine Tribulations Sword under the blessing of the Blood Explosive Forbidden Technique with his bare hands.

The master of the Wanshen Sect is named Dongming.