When Zhou Yunsheng was chased and killed by the major forces, there was no one to rescue him from the sect. Now he finally managed to escape, but the sect master and the elders were blocking the door, saying with certainty what he cultivated in the "Huntian Refining the Devil's Heart Sutra". After all, it was just for the Kunlun Mirror in his hand.

Zhou Yun Sheng had no feelings for Wuji Xianzong at first, so he was irritated at this moment, and he was naturally very ruthless when he attacked. When he went to the various fog realms to experience, he once extracted the poisonous miasma from the poisonous miasma land of the demon world and stored it in the black vortex.

But now, he has no worries. Since they identified him as a demon cultivator, he simply took the charge and put all the means he reserved in the past into full play.

He glanced briefly, and found that all the people who came to block people were masters of the sect's internalization stage and above, and only a few disciples of the Nascent Soul stage stood behind to support, and Song Yufei was among them.

When it was covered by the thick fog, these people also persuaded them earnestly, "Master Uncle, you hand over the Kunlun Mirror to the sect and then cancel the practice. to the point of.”

Zhou Yun Sheng could only respond to them with a few sneers, urging the vortex in his dantian to absorb the spiritual power in these people through the permeation of mist, making the poisonous miasma even more powerful.

Master Chixiao and the elder peak masters stood in the pure black fog with a rancid smell, and their expressions changed drastically.

"This is the poisonous miasma of the demon world. Wow, Fang Xinghai is indeed a demon cultivator!"

"Zong Yi is not here, we will clear the door for him today, and we won't say anything when he returns."

"Fang Xinghai, hand over the Kunlun Mirror, we can still give you a good time, otherwise we will have to beat you into the Nether Mountain and become a puppet!"

Zhou Yun Sheng took out the Soul Melting Pills in the Qiankun Ring, squeezed them into the mist one by one, and said with a sneer, "If you want the Kunlun Mirror, just say it directly, you don't need to look for high-sounding reasons. Originally, I didn't practice any magic arts, but since Dirty water can't be washed away, so let's start killing today!"

The poisonous miasma of the demon world can corrode the body of cultivators and devour their primordial spirit, but the time is relatively slow. The efficacy of the Soul Melting Pill is the same as that of the poisonous miasma, and the speed is not fast, but the superposition of the two is not something that ordinary people can endure. Zhou Yun Sheng even merged the poisonous miasma with the psychedelic fog, creating a lot of ghosts and ghosts, and then released Jiu Jiu Tian Lei, which was transmitted through black fog beads, turning the inside and outside of the sect into a dark Asura field.

He smashed all kinds of supernatural powers on the heads of these people, and when he was stunned, they quickly escaped. You must know that he is only a monk at the Nascent Soul stage now, and he has no luck in summoning another thunder tribulation, so he should not fight for a long time.

Master Chixiao and the elders were caught off guard by him, and immediately became very embarrassed.

If he wanted to escape while the chaos, Zhou Yun Sheng could only abandon this poisonous miasma. He escaped to the outside of the sect under the cover of the black fog, but he didn't know what restriction he stepped on, and was bounced back fiercely. The Kunlun mirror in the Qiankun ring made a sharp buzzing sound at this moment, trying to break the space and go out. fly.

Zhou Yun Sheng knew that it might have been summoned by Song Yufei and wanted to return to its master. At the moment, the sky is dark and foggy. Who can see where the Kunlun Mirror has gone, and I don’t know where it is going. The cultivators in Haotian World are naturally chasing after him, and they will not give up until they kill themselves inside and out.

That being the case, even if this thing is useless garbage, I will keep it, how can you let me use me in vain? Zhou Yun Sheng sneered, took out a few imprisoning talismans refined by Zong Yi, and stuck them on the Qiankun Ring layer by layer.

If the Kunlun Mirror had not been damaged in the Nine Nine Tribulations, it would naturally be able to easily break through the barrier of the Universe Ring. However, its magical power has been greatly reduced, and after a few hits, there is no follow-up strength, and it can only stay in place and emit a continuous buzzing. The sound seemed to be protesting.

Zhou Yun Sheng ignored it and rushed out in a different direction, only to be bounced back again. After several repetitions, he realized that a confinement formation had already been set up here, just waiting for him to throw himself into the net when he returned to the sect.

Obviously, they didn't decide to kill him when they saw him draining the five tribulations, but they had a premeditated plan.

What a first immortal sect, what a well-known and upright sect! Zhou Yun Sheng sneered through gritted teeth, took out the poisonous elixir that Zong Yi had given him, and squeezed them all into the mist.

As soon as he finished the action, he heard the whistling wind, and Master Chixiao, the elders, and the peak masters all exited the magic circle, each stood in their corresponding positions, and injected spiritual power into the eyes of the circle. To clean up a child in the Nascent Soul stage, it is not necessary to use the secret method of the sect, the Xuantian Fiery Fire Formation, and it is enough for a peak master to take action. But the news came that Fang Xinghai had killed one-third of the masters in Haotian World by himself.

The other party is indeed Zong Yi's disciple, and his methods are very good.

The dark red flames burned along the lines of the magic circle, instantly raising the temperature here to an unimaginable level, even in the alchemy furnace of Taishang Laojun.

The black mist was evaporated, and the tribulation thunder gradually dissipated, revealing Zhou Yun Sheng who was trapped in the center of the formation. Due to the high temperature, the air slowly became distorted, which also distorted his bewitching face.

Although his Taoist robe was not of ordinary quality, it couldn't stand the high temperature that could burn the scattered immortals to ashes, and the corners of the robe became charred black.

Master Chixiao took a step forward and said coldly, "Fang Xinghai, if you don't want to suffer, just give up your practice and hand over the Kunlun Mirror, and we will spare you."

"You guys don't have the right to deal with me. I'll talk about everything when my master comes back." Zhou Yun Sheng took out a higher-grade Taoist robe and put it on, and immediately felt refreshed. Zong Yi's product is really not ordinary.

"Even if your master comes back, he will definitely not let you go. Do you know how your master died? But he died in the hands of Mozun's direct disciple, and he was sucked dry and turned into dust. You The master raised the sword to destroy the Demon Venerable's sect and his inheritance in the Haotian world. You said what would he do if he knew that his apprentice was practicing that kind of magic art behind his back?" An elder said lightly.

This is also the reason why they dared to replace Zong Yi to clean up the door today.

Zhou Yun Sheng sneered and didn't speak. He sat down and began to settle down. Not to mention that he didn't practice any magic arts at all, even if he did, Zong Yi wouldn't harm him. The feelings between them cannot be understood by others.

When several elders saw that he was stubborn, they immediately injected more spiritual energy to activate the fire of Xuantian. When Fang Xinghai was burnt to ashes, the things in his Qiankun ring would naturally belong to the sect.

Song Yufei, who was hiding behind the crowd, became more and more anxious. He summoned the Kunlun Mirror several times, but he didn't see it coming back. Now that the fog barrier inside and outside the sect has been cleared, it is impossible to summon it again. When Fang Xinghai dies, these elders in the sect will take the Kunlun Mirror for a good life, and it will be countless times harder to get it back than it is now.

What's more, if an elder is greedy and wants to refine the Kunlun Mirror, their cultivation base is far higher than him, and he can easily wipe out his blood essence and spiritual consciousness, causing him to suffer backlash. It is not as good as Fang Xinghai, whose cultivation is one line worse than him, and cannot refine the Kunlun Mirror.

The more Song Yufei thought about it, the more worried he became, secretly blaming himself for being stupid.

"What's there to blame? If you didn't give the Kunlun Mirror to Fang Xinghai at that time, you were the one who was hunted down and burned by Xuantian fire. How many lives do you have to escape?" The stunning woman in Yuhuan was cold Open your mouth.

"But after all, it's my divine weapon. If it's refined by an elder, I'll suffer an extremely serious backlash." Song Yufei said bitterly. He felt that Fang Xinghai was born to restrain him, and it would not be good if he met Fang Xinghai.

"Don't worry, I will help you get the Kunlun Mirror back. Although I only have one soul and one soul left, it is enough to crush people in this world." The woman looked proud, as if thinking of something, she pursed her lips and did not speak again.

Song Yufei was completely relieved, and looked at the man in black in the sea of ​​fire with a sneer. Today's appearance is exactly what he thought of using a knife to kill. If he hadn't hurried back to the sect and told the sect master Fang Xinghai that he was practicing magic, where would these people find such a high-sounding reason to kill people and win treasures.

It's just that the fog just now is not simple, and you need to be careful. While thinking about it, he looked inside his dantian, and he was relieved to see that his Nascent Soul was holding an ice soul crystal that could detoxify hundreds of poisons. Forty years ago, it was Fang Xinghai who poisoned his golden pill and made him suffer the pain of rebuilding the broken pill. He never cared about it.

However, as soon as the turbid breath was spit out, several peak masters and elders guarding the formation eyes vomited blood one after another.

"Soul Melting Pill? Shu Zier dares!" An elder roared in disarray. Because the medicinal pill is attached to the mist, and the mist is attached to the spiritual energy, these people will naturally not realize that they have been poisoned when they are inhaled, and they will not realize it until the symptoms occur.

The rest of the peak master elders quickly looked inside the Dantian Zifu, and found that there was a gray-black poisonous mist inside, and immediately pulled back part of the spiritual energy in the formation's eyes to restrain the power of the Soul Melting Pill.

"The method is so sinister, and you say that you are not a demon cultivator? Today, I will replace the elder Taishang to clean up the door!" Master Chixiao had long held a grudge against Zongyi and his disciples. I poured it into the eyes of the formation, trying to burn Fang Xinghai to ashes.

Zhou Yun Sheng curled his lips into a sneer, not at all afraid. The Loose Immortal who was killed by him just now has touched a strand of Primordial Spirit that Zong Yi placed on him. In less than half an hour, Zong Yi should return.

There are many defensive magic weapons on him, enough to make him last for half an hour. After thinking for a while, he took out a jade cauldron from the Qiankun ring, and inhaled the fire of Xuantian around him into the cauldron, and immediately felt a lot more comfortable.

"Yao Wang Ding!" The stunning woman and the peak master of Dan Yuanfeng shouted in unison, causing the eyes of others to shimmer.

This is a magic weapon that is not inferior to the innate treasure. It is no wonder that Zong Yi was able to cultivate the alchemy method to the chaotic level, and it is no wonder that he was able to refine the heaven-defying Heaven-defying Good Fortune Pill, all because of the Medicine King Ding in his hand.

At this moment, these so-called decent people have four words written on their faces, the left cheek is 'killing' and the right cheek is 'treasure hunt'.

"Change the formation." The elder with the highest cultivation level played a few tricks to turn the Xuantian Fire Formation into a more murderous formation of the gods and gods, vowing to use the fastest speed to take down the Xinghai.

The flames soared high into the sky, and turned from dark red to black, the burning sensation was replaced by a biting coldness, and a horrific howl exploded in his mind, but it took Zhou Yunsheng's sanity away in an instant.

He stretched out his hand and wanted to dig towards his dantian, but he heard a very familiar voice from the void, "Who dares to move my disciple?" The elders of the eyes and the peak master attacked, and even split the gods and gods into pieces.

The yin fire and miserable howl dissipated in an instant, Zhou Yun Sheng looked down at the five claws that had already touched his dantian, his face twisted. He was about to kill him, but he was taken into his arms by a tall man who suddenly appeared, and he groped several times.

"Are you all right?" Zong Yi's voice was trembling.

"I'm fine, fortunately you came in time." Zhou Yun Sheng immediately hugged him back.

"It's fine, just step back." Zong Yi pulled his disciple behind him, raised his arm and transformed into a black giant sword, slashing through the sky, and the black sword light killed four Mahayana warriors in a row with an unstoppable force. The Supreme Elder even split the majestic sect into two halves. The earth could not bear this vast power, and split a gap in the trembling, and it didn't stop until it extended to the gate of the Chixiao Palace where the sect master lived.

After the loud bang and the smoke and dust in the sky, the elders and peak masters who had killed Zhou Yunsheng were all split in half, and even the spirits could not escape. stable. They are also people who have survived the thunder tribulation, and naturally they can perceive the terrifying aspects of the elders.

He has perfected his swordsmanship to the extreme, turning his body into a sword, and proving the Way by killing, he is invincible in the heavens and the earth.

"Elder Taishang, please listen to my explanation!" Real Man Chixiao clutched his severed right arm and spoke with difficulty, "Fang Xinghai practiced the "Huntian Refining the Devil Heart Sutra", and I'm waiting to help you clear the door. It's what Song Yufei saw with his own eyes, you can ask him."

Song Yufei, who was singled out, wanted to strangle the real person Chi Xiao to death. If you can't deal with the elders, you will take me as a junior to blame, are you embarrassed? He secretly hated in his heart, but his face was neither humble nor arrogant. He had told Fang Xinghai the matter of sucking up several great men, and he was willing to hand over his memories.

Zong Yi closed his eyes slightly and did not speak.

Zhou Yun Sheng walked behind him, wrapped his arms around his thin waist and pressed his cheeks against his broad back, his reliance was beyond words.

Zong Yi's heart felt hot, and she put her big palm on the back of Tu'er Yubai's hand and patted it affectionately.

Seeing this scene, Song Yufei felt anxious and shouted, "Elder Taishang, Fang Xinghai has already fallen into the devil's way. As a pillar of the righteous way, you should be righteous and kill your relatives. Otherwise, if this matter spreads, will I still need the reputation of my Promise Immortal Sect? ?"

"Yu Fei said that. Elder Taishang, don't forget how your master died in those days. The evil cultivator does a lot of evil, and sooner or later it will lead to another catastrophe, and everyone who is decent will be punished." Chi Xiao While trying to persuade the real person to use the spiritual energy to stop the blood of the broken arm, he found that the spiritual energy was useless to the wound caused by the broken sword. He immediately thought of the Gorefiend Ancestor, Yangming Sanxian, and Xuanhui Sanxian who had been injured by the Supreme Elder and fell one after another, and his heart skipped a beat.

The Heaven-breaking Sword Dao can annihilate the Heavenly Dao, and the mere cultivators are just ants under his sword.

Master Chixiao didn't dare to think deeply, and tried harder to persuade the elder Taishang. Only by pulling the elder Taishang to his side, can he help resolve the sword qi from the wound.

Several other surviving elders and peak masters also discovered the terrifying aspects of Potian Kendo, and joined the lobbying team, directly describing Zhou Yunsheng as a great devil that has never been seen in ten thousand years, as if he would destroy Xiuzhen in the next moment. general.

"Needless to say, as Xing'er's master, his skills have been passed down to me. Since you denounced him as a demon heresy, that's all, my master and apprentice left Wuji Xianzong from now on, fell into the devil's way, and put the rumors to rest. Really. If you want to get rid of the demons and guard the way, just come to find me in the poisonous miasma of the demon world, and I will be waiting for you at any time." Zong Yi stretched out his hand and took the disciple who was pulling behind him into his arms, flicked his sleeves slightly, and burned the towering flames Jifeng received the Qiankun Ring and galloped away on the black sword light.

Before leaving, he took a deep look at Song Yufei, a small black sword condensed in his eyes, and silently sank into Yuhuan. He has now cultivated to the realm of turning his body into a sword. Any part of his body, including his voice and eyes, can be turned into sword intent, killing people invisibly.

Song Yufei really didn't notice, and stood behind several brothers with a solemn face.

When Zong Yi said the last few words, he used his primordial spirit, and all the sects in a radius of tens of thousands of miles heard it clearly. As soon as the sword light dissipated, the words "Wu Ji Xian Zong", which he carved on the Jueying Wall with his sword intent, burst into a cracking roar, and it turned into a pile of rubble in a few breaths. The holy land that once made countless swordsmen yearn for disappeared just like that.

There is no doubt that the Wuji Immortal Sect who lost the Supreme Elder will also lose the status of the first immortal sect in Haotian, and will also face the suppression of several other immortal sects.

The real person of Chi Xiao couldn't hold back any longer, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. The elder Taishang left as soon as he left, but why did he slaughter several elders and peak masters, they are also the cornerstones that support the sect. However, in order to seize the Kunlun Mirror in an open and honest way, he chose to take action against Xinghai at the gate of the sect. What happened just now, I am afraid that the spies of the other sects have already seen it.

The Promise Immortal Sect is in danger!

"Go back, close the sect, and open the great formation to protect the sect!" Real Man Chi Xiao shouted through gritted teeth.

Several disciples of the Nascent Soul Stage did not join the battle circle, so they survived, and hurriedly stepped forward to help him. One of them stuffed a top-level medicinal pill into his mouth, and seeing that his wound not only did not heal, but even the blood did not stop, his face suddenly changed: This wound is strange!

He lowered his eyes to take a closer look, but was stabbed by the Heaven-shattering Sword Intent left on the wound, and he couldn't stop spitting out a mouthful of blood.

When the real person Chi Xiao saw this, the sense of despair in his heart became stronger and stronger. Knowing that Elder Taishang spoiled Fang Xinghai to an unprincipled level, why did he bother with Fang Xinghai? If it wasn't for Song Yufei's instigation, how could Wuji Xianzong suffer this disaster?

The real person Chixiao thought about it carefully, how could he not understand that he fell into Song Yufei's plan to kill with a knife. He looked around and found no trace of Song Yufei, and knew that he had run away. OK! Forty years ago, my daughter was planted in your hands, and I will be planted in your hands 40 years later, Song Yufei, don't let my disciples of Wuji Xianzong find you!

As for Elder Taishang, Master Chixiao wanted to take revenge but was powerless. Only those who have personally experienced the Heaven-shattering Sword Intent of the Supreme Elder will understand the extent of his strength. Wuji Xianzong such a behemoth, he can kill it by himself.

In other words, if the major immortal sects in Haotian World angered him, they would face the end of the severance of inheritance and the annihilation of Taoist sects, unless all immortal sects united to deal with him alone.

The mind of the real person Chi Xiao changed, and he immediately sent letters to the major sects. With the Kunlun Mirror as bait, no sect would refuse.

Zhou Yun Sheng sat in Zong Yi's arms and flew towards the demon world in the southwest.

Zong Yi opened his Taoist robe and wrapped him around him, and said softly, "Teacher, since we have fallen into the devil's way, how about we simply change our identities?"

"What's the status? Demon Lord? Demon King? Demon God?" Zhou Yun Sheng asked with a smile.

"I mean, change the status of the two of us." Zong Yi tilted his head to kiss the disciple's cheek, his tone was nervous.

"What kind of identity do you want to change into?" Zhou Yun Sheng smiled slightly, with a hint of tenderness in his eyes.

"What do you think of the Taoist companion?"

"I feel good."

"Then it's settled."

"Well, it's settled."

The two hugged each other and kissed, and they were reluctant to part until they reached the demon world. Zong Yi took out Fen Ji Peak and placed it in the center of the poisonous miasma. With a slight wave of his sleeves, he made a lot of red silk and red lanterns and hung them inside and outside the Potian Palace.

All forces in the demon world saw the three characters Fen Jifeng engraved on the cliff of the mountain from a distance, and almost thought that there was something wrong with their eyes. That is the residence of the famous Dingguang Zhenren, how could he appear in the demon world?

Soon, a spy lurking in the Wuji Xianzong brought back an unbelievable news - Dingguang Zhenren voluntarily fell into the devil's way for the sake of his disciple and the Wuji Xianzong! It is also unheard of and unseen before to spoil a disciple to such a degree.

Dingguang Zhenren is indeed extraordinary, and it is very lucky to be his disciple!

The major forces in the demon world have the intention to make friends with Dingguang Zhenren, but they are worried that this is a game, so they decide to wait and see for a while before making plans. Of course, they also knew that Fang Xinghai had obtained the news of the Kunlun Mirror, but with the protection of Dingguang Zhenren, the demon cultivators who did not want to die generally did not dare to provoke them.

After taking a bath, Zhou Yun Sheng sat cross-legged on the bed covered with the red dragon and phoenix quilt, throwing a bronze mirror up and down in his hand. The bronze mirror tried to fly out of the window several times, but it was blocked by the magic circle set up by Zong Yi, and it could only make an ear-piercing humming sound.

Zong Yi put on a black Taoist robe and walked to the bedside, pulled the Taoist companion into his arms and kissed it. After kissing, he pointed to the bronze mirror and asked, "This is the Kunlun mirror? Why is it cracked?"

"Help me stop a few thunder tribulations." Zhou Yun Sheng said with a loose smile.

"It has already recognized someone else as the master. I will help you to wipe off this person's blood essence and primordial spirit and refine it again. Although it is slightly damaged, it can still block a few more thunderstorms."

"No, I don't pick up other people's junk. What about the Kunlun mirror, can't I fly without it?" Zhou Yun Sheng sneered, and knocked on the bedpost with the bronze mirror without pity.

"If that's the case, then it's ruined." Zong Yi threw the bronze mirror into the air and shot a black sword light from his fingertips, easily piercing the mirror surface. A burst of golden light oscillated, and the power that belonged to the ancient times escaped from the mirror and completely disappeared between heaven and earth.

Zong Yi flicked his sleeves slightly and hung the Kunlun Mirror that all cultivators dreamed of on the cliff of Fen Jing Peak. Anyone who wants it can climb the rock wall to get it.

In the following period of time, countless magic Xiuxing came in a hurry and walked away, gnashing their teeth at Zong Yi's tyrannical behavior. However, the opponent can destroy the ancient artifact with a single sword, and killing them is not like chopping melons and vegetables? In this way, the reverence for him has risen to the extreme.

Song Yufei, who was hiding in a cave at the bottom of a lake, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and his Yuanshen suffered an unprecedented hit. He originally thought that Zong Yi would help Fang Xinghai to refine the Kunlun Mirror, and that he would suffer backlash when he wiped away the primordial spirit and blood essence on the mirror surface, so he prepared a healing medicine in advance.

Unexpectedly, the master and the apprentice acted so unruly, and even the divine weapon was directly destroyed. In this way, the injury he suffered was several times more serious than the original estimate, and without top-level medicinal herbs, he was afraid that it would be difficult to benefit again in a hundred years.

Why did it fail to meet that master and apprentice boss! Song Yufei secretly hated.