At this moment, a shrill and distant roar suddenly came from the ruins of the Wilderness Temple, high-pitched and endless: "Don't leave, you thief. If you have the guts to destroy my Wilderness Temple, don't you have the guts to stay and have sex with me?" ?" Along with the words, a colorful poisonous mist surged up, breaking through all obstacles like an erupting pillar of magma and fire, chasing after Long Xuan. In the sky, an infinitely poignant and poisonous light suddenly bloomed, echoing with the strange sound of demonic roars, like the low voices of gods and Buddhas all over the sky, like the evil laughter of nine ghost demons, and a nameless sense of shock emerged in the hearts of everyone present! "Wandu Luoyan, Wandu Sect actually still reserves such things that are harmful to the world. It seems that this poisonous old man is hiding very deep!" Fairy Sanmiao looked at the beards and hair in the field with a solemn look. The back of the Poison God was fluttering, with his arms supporting the sky. A hint of fear flashed across his beautiful eyes, and his idea of ??forming an alliance with the Ghost King Sect to fight against the Ten Thousand Poison Sect became even more determined in his heart! The Ghost King has no expression on his face, his eyes are bright, and there is no anger in his body. However, his right hand hidden under his sleeve robe has already supported the base of the "Lost Soul Lamp". A little amber-colored monster flame is beating on the wick. Every time it beats, a deep gray-black mark will appear in the surrounding space - but that wisp of flame is not directed at Longxuan in the sky. Look at its eager direction. , clearly pointing directly at the vital point of the Poison God¡¯s vest, which is wide open! The sky was filled with fierce winds, and countless poisonous clouds twisted like whirlpools, surrounding the sword rainbow layer by layer. The five-colored sword rainbow rushed left and right, but was still unable to break out of the encirclement. It finally stopped and two figures appeared, one in black robes and one in white. The man in black robes held a brilliant golden sword in his right hand. Sword energy shot into the sky all over his body, and the fierce sword power penetrated the heaven and earth; the man in white stood quietly beside him, with a slim figure, she was clearly a woman, with her black hair flying in the mighty sword wind like splashing ink! "Old man, do you really think that I am afraid of you?" The voice of the man in black robe was extremely hoarse and chilled to the bone. His right hand rested lightly on the hilt of the sword. Before he made a move, he had an unrivaled domineering edge. The sword intent directly locked onto the Poison God on the ground. The Poison God's expression changed drastically, and an inexplicable palpitating feeling surged in his heart, as if he was being pointed at by the tips of thousands of swords. But now that he has taken action, he has no reason to retreat without a fight. He gritted his teeth, raised his head silently, faced the cold sword wind, and said loudly: "Your sword is so powerful that it reaches the sky, and your formations are mysterious. But my holy religion You are not fooling around. You slaughtered our followers wantonly. Even if I risk my life, I will seek justice for those disciples who lost their lives innocently!" "Okay, Senior Poison God said it right!" "That's right. We, the monks of the Soul Refining Sect, are willing to follow our elders and kill this animal as a sacrifice to the heroic spirit of our Holy Religion!¡± ¡°That¡¯s right, our Scarlet Demon Sect also¡± ¡¡¡¡¡ As the Poison God spoke these impassioned words, The response was overwhelming at once. Many of the demon sect's casual cultivators and some of the branch disciples from small families looked excited. They wished they could follow the Poison God immediately and kill Long Xuan! The Ghost King and Fairy Sanmiao changed their expressions at the same time. They looked at each other and saw the same hatred and hatred in each other's eyes. "Noisy!" In mid-air, the Heart Sword in Long Xuan's hand suddenly unsheathed half an inch, and with an arrogant and domineering force, Jun Lingtianxia's vast sword force suddenly rose up and pressed down overwhelmingly. There was a faint hint of golden sword light as it puffed out. A feeling of tearing the world apart. Those demon sect disciples who were praising the Poison God were like chickens and ducks having their necks pinched, their numb words stuck in their throats, and the original noise fell silent, as if they were cut off instantly by a sharp blade. "Old man, you asked for this. Since you want to die, I will help you!" With Long Xuan's cold words, the "Eight Evil Thunder Gang Formation" pattern engraved on the heart sword twisted crazily. Then, the four evil spirits of heaven and earth turned into four-color sword rainbows and completely integrated into his body. For a moment, his original injuries were forcibly repaired by this miraculous power, and the exhausted mana was quickly restored. He held the hilt of the Heart Sword with both hands, and the sword was ignited with a forest-blue fire - the sword's power quickly soared and condensed. To the extreme, Long Xuan didn't hesitate at all, and swung his sword to kill. A silver sword light flew out like the wrath of the gods. The sword roared for nine days, and even the boundless galaxy was dimmed under this sword¡ª¡ª When a sword comes out, heaven and earth are divided, the light ones float up, and the dirty ones sink! The poisonous mist that spread all over the sky like a ghost from the underworld, baring its fangs and claws, was cut open by this sword, turning into bronze dust and dissipating in the sky and earth, revealing a road to the sky! This is the first time that Long Xuan has consciously integrated the evil power of the Heart Sword, because the current situation is critical and he cannot hesitate. If the following group of Demon Cult monsters see that he is strong on the outside and is really strong on the outside, things will be in trouble! Fortunately, this devastating sword did not disappoint him. Look at the group of demon sect monsters fleeing in embarrassment. How can they think of intercepting him and Lu Xueqi??Long Xuan glanced down, breathed a sigh of relief, suppressed the backlash of the true sword intent in his body, and led Lu Xueqi to break through the wall and disappear at the end of the dark sky! The Savage Temple was also in chaos at this moment. The Savage Temple, which was made entirely of Yinfeng bloodstone, was split into two by this silver sword light. The sharp sword energy roared, raging like a tornado across the world, destroying this original area. The scarred plains were torn open with ferocious sword marks, and there was a soul-stirring immortal sword spirit inside! As for the old poison god who bore the brunt, he was seriously injured and dying. One of his left arms was completely cut off by the six rays of Nirvana's sharp sword energy. However, the wound did not bleed, not even a drop, because all the blood was cut off at the moment it gushes out. The remaining sword intent of Nirvana on his wound evaporated! On the withered and old face of the Poison God, it seemed that he had lost his soul and all his feelings at the same time. He stood up numbly and stared blankly at the tripod with strange inscriptions carved in the palm of his withered right hand - that was The Ten Thousand Poison Cauldron is a legacy of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect's thousand-year tradition, and is also a token of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect's masters. However, at this moment, the aura of the tripod is dim, as if it is lifeless like a candle in the wind. The black and cold tripod is covered with small cracks, growing in a winding way, slowly expanding and getting bigger, "clicking" several times. With a soft sound, the Ten Thousand Poison Cauldron shattered into pieces, leaving only a complete three-legged base, and there was a faint sense of desolation. "The most powerful treasure and monument of Wan Du Sect that once shocked the world is lost here today!" The corner of the Poison God's mouth twitched, his face turned bright and dark, and was extremely pale. It would be an exaggeration to say that his face was ashen. He sighed, and with his only remaining right hand, he solemnly placed the base of the Ten Thousand Poison Cauldron on the desert sand. On the ground, he knelt on his knees and said sadly: "I am so ashamed of all the ancestors of the Wandu Sect!" His tone was desolate and indescribable. When the Ghost King and others heard it, they were silent for a moment, feeling sad for the death of a rabbit or a fox. feeling. Fairy Sanmiao who was closest to him hesitated for a moment, then took two steps forward and whispered: "Brother Poison God Taoist, although the Ten Thousand Poison Cauldron is the inheritance token of your noble sect, it was damaged by the sword of that mysterious swordsman. Today's Taoist Brother, you are willing to take extraordinary risks and sacrifice your life for the glory of our holy religion. Your name will be passed down through the ages and will be praised by future generations of holy religion disciples. Please express your condolences, brother!" "I'm fine, Fairy, don't worry!" Du Ding bowed solemnly three times and stood silently for a moment, then waved his hand and said lightly, but the fatigue on his face seemed to be deeper. At this time, he was like a decaying Fengzhu old man, completely without the fatigue he had just gathered. The majesty of the smoke rises to the sky. The Ghost King stood with his hands behind his back, closing his eyes and saying nothing. He also had a feeling in his heart. How could such a cunning and contradictory holy religion be the opponent of the righteous way of China? Not to mention anything else, just the fact that his nephew was becoming more and more enigmatic made him feel overwhelmed. The world is vast, where is the way out for my holy religion? As his thoughts turned around, an inexplicable feeling of anxiety and irritation arose in his heart. The bloody smell around him suddenly became ten times stronger, and a hint of coldness appeared on his calm and powerful face. In the ruins in the distance, the statues of King Tiansha Ming and Madonna Youming still stand - Tiansha's giant ax splits the sky, Youming looks down on the world, and the golden bodies of the two saints of the Demon Sect stand proudly on the ruins. Among them, although he was silent but unruly, he stared at the people around him with awe, as if he was completely integrated with the wild land under his feet! "Click!" Suddenly, a soft sound suddenly reached the ears of everyone present. Whether it was the Ghost King who closed his eyes and remained speechless, the miserable Poison God, or Fairy Sanmiao standing on one side, they were all startled. Everyone's faces suddenly lost color, as if that soft sound was the death knell of the world's demise. They either turned their heads or raised their heads, as if every movement of their joints exhausted their strength! "Kaka!" There were two soft sounds in succession, as if a crack had opened in the ancient ice field. The two deep sword marks across the statue slowly became larger, extending slowly but unstoppably to the surroundings. Spreading upward - "Bang!" With an explosion, the statues of the two supreme saints of the Demon Sect exploded with a bang. King Tiansha Mingwang was ferocious and ferocious. The four heads with black faces and ghost horns rolled to the feet of the Ghost King. The filth stained by the wild sand finally stopped! "This, this is impossible, is God really going to destroy our holy religion?" In an instant, everyone was stunned, their minds were completely blank, the Poison God was panting like an ox, his eyes were red, and there was a The look of despair and madness - gone, nothing is gone, the Wilderness Palace is destroyed, the Cauldron of Ten Thousand Poisons is destroyed, even the golden bodies of the two founders Tiansha and Youming are destroyed, what will the demon sect have in the future? Walking around the world and commanding the order of the people? The Ghost King's face was also ugly, and the throbbing in his heart was getting heavier and heavier. He had almost no energy to maintain the true energy shield, and let the sky become cold.A rain of blood hit his face, and a deep chill penetrated from every pore in his body. He took a deep breath. Every time he exhaled, the hostility in his body dissipated a little, and the red light in his eyes gradually faded away. Some wisdom and peace. He lowered his head slightly, closed his eyes and sighed, with an indescribably complicated look on his face, like compassion, like killing! At this moment, there was a shallow flash of light, and the Ghost King suddenly opened his eyes, only to see a palm-sized, gleaming jade slab suddenly fall out of the head of the statue of King Tiansha Ming, which revealed a trace of warmth. It is even more engraved with handwriting, like a cone scratching sand. The strokes are dignified yet agile. They are not like carvings with a knife, but like the words that were born on them. The fonts are pure and clean, and there is a sense of ethereal elegance in the unruly arrogance. gas! The Ghost King felt as if all the veins in his body were suddenly tightened, and his heart was beating so fiercely that it seemed like it was about to burst out of his chest. With a startled glance, he saw the ten words on the top of the jade slab - Heaven and earth are not kind, and all things are regarded as their own. Rude dog! PS: The Wilderness Palace was finally demolished!