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The powerful aura made everyone present almost suffocate, and hallucinations arose in front of their eyes.

As if in the boundless fire, a sycamore treasure tree stands towering in the sky, and the sound of Qingyue's phoenix is heard from the top of the tree.

Then I saw that the plane tree was about to fall from the sky and fall on the top of Haoling Mountain.

Although there were not a few words, everyone already knew the identity of the comer.

Fengyi Mountain Wutong Slope Elder Senior, Martial Saint Jiuzhong, a strong man in the late realm of Xianqiao, "Baowu Zhenyue" Zhang Shuren.

All the southern warriors were rejoicing.

I heard Yan Zhaoge and Zhao Zhen talking before, although I already knew that Zhang Shuren was coming.

But hearing is false, and seeing is believing.

Even if Zhao Zhen didn't bluff and Zhang Shuren was really rushing over, if he was late, the people here might have already died under Yan Zhao's singer.

And now, Zhang Shuren really appeared, which reassured all the southern martial artists.

Yan Zhaoge naturally felt Zhang Shuren's approach.

Among all the people present, he was the first to discover Zhang Shuren, earlier than Yuan Xiancheng and Zhao Zhendu.

Regarding the arrival of this Martial Saint Ninefold powerhouse, Yan Zhao Ge's reaction was that after cutting off Zhao Zhen's hand with one sword, there was no stagnation at all, and another sword was released.

Zhao Zhen, whose hands were all wasted, his swordsmanship was broken, and his talisman Zhenyuan collapsed, could only watch Yan Zhao Ge's sword blade come in front of him.

There was a low cry in the sky, and a flash of fire flew down.

The target of this fire light is not Yan Zhao Ge, but Zhao Zhen.

In the raging flames, a ray of white gas emerged, guiding Zhao Zhen to a ray of life and leading him to escape.

But Yan Zhaoge's other hand stretched out, his index finger and thumb closed in the air, and pinched it towards the middle.

The line of yin virtue and white qi that implied endless vitality was suddenly cut off, and Zhao Zhen's way of life was also completely cut off.

On the blade of the light sword of the clouds turned to the sky, the brilliance turned, and a good head flew straight into the sky.

The skull rises to a high point, then falls, flipping to reveal a dead face.

Zhao Zhen, one of the few masters in the eastern part of the Southern Yantian Realm, the Martial Saint Eightfold, the powerhouse of the middle realm of Xianqiao, and the "Purple Tide Swordsman" who dominates the Ming Sea, died today under the sword of Yan Zhao Ge!

Seeing this scene, the southern warriors who had just settled down shook their hearts again.

Everyone subconsciously retreated, and the Sycamore Treasure Tree, which fell from the sky and spread its branches and leaves in the flames, could not drive away the chill in their hearts at this time.

Yuan Xiancheng saw that Zhao Zhen was killed, his face suddenly changed, and he rushed forward.

But the majestic and domineering sun seal smashed down, steadily blocking Yuan Xiancheng, so that he could only watch Zhao Zhen's head in a different place.

"Oh, interesting?" Yan Zhaoge turned around casually as if nothing had happened, and looked at Yuan Xiancheng.

However, Yuan Xiancheng, who was reborn in Nirvana this time, is different from before.

Except for the closed right eye, Yuan Xiancheng at this moment is no longer the old man he used to be.

His appearance at this time looked like a middle-aged man in his forties and fifties.

Judging from the facial features, I can still vaguely see the appearance of the old man before, but he is much younger all of a sudden.

When he was reborn for the first time, his appearance did not change.

This time, he sacrificed the doppelganger that he had been refining from his right eye to be reborn, but Yuan Xiancheng's appearance changed, as if he was rejuvenated.

It's just that he looks like he has returned to his prime, but Yuan Xiancheng has cultivated his strength, and he is a little weaker than the light.

is still a martial saint eightfold, a strong man in the middle realm of Xianqiao, still strong, but in the true intention of the four virtues, the thick soil of merit has become much thinner.

Thinking of when Yuan Xiancheng first made a move, two phoenixes flew out of his eyes, one negative yin virtue and white qi, and the other negative merit and thick earth, Yan Zhao Ge was amazed: "If you blind your remaining left eye, or force you to sacrifice your left eye for the third time Nirvana rebirth, will you turn back to your youthful appearance?"

Yuan Xiancheng's real age is older than Zhuang Shen's son, Zhuang Zhaohui, the "Phoenix Emperor".

But it is far smaller than "Baowu Zhenyue" Zhang Shuren and "Yiwang" Peng He.

Of course, judging from the lifespan of ordinary people, Yuan Xiancheng must be very old.

But if calculated by the life span of the Xianqiao Martial Saint, Yuan Xiancheng is extremely young.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a young man.

He used to be old, but now it seems that it has something to do with him refining his eyes into a phoenix clone.

The phoenix clone refined from its right eye carries the rich soil of merit, and the phoenix clone refined from its left eye carries the yin virtue and white qi.

With this convenience, Yuan Xiancheng only needed to cultivate the Purple Light of Virtue and the Water Wave of Sainthood earlier, so that he could add four virtues to the Divine Martial Saint level as early as he saw it.

Nowadays, Yuan Xiancheng's cultivation is getting higher and higher, and in addition to merit and sanctity, he has also begun to practice merit and yin virtue.

With the help of two clones, his accumulation will be thicker than that of other Wutong Slope martial artists.

But before the real results, once a doppelganger disappears, his own strength will also be affected and drop a lot.

Losing the doppelganger of his right eye refinement, his attainments in the rich land of merit declined sharply.

If the clone refined in the left eye also disappeared, the Yin Virtue and White Qi would also be greatly damaged.

Yuan Xiancheng's right eye was closed, and his left eye was staring at Yan Zhao Ge, who had just killed Zhao Zhen.

At the same time, an old man descended from the sky and appeared beside Yuan Xiancheng.

Southern warriors, all recognized, this old man is the old man of Wutong Slope, "Baowu Zhenyue" Zhang Shuren.

"Isn't even Xiancheng your opponent?" Zhang Shuren looked at Yan Zhaoge seriously.

Yan Zhaoge spread his palms: "Bullying the weak, bullying the crowd, these are not in line with the true meaning of the sainthood, besieging me with others, the strength he can exert personally is actually weaker than that of a person, but he is not my opponent alone." ”

"Cao Dongnan, I'm afraid I haven't seen through your potential and strength. Zhang Shuren didn't bother much, and instead said: "The old man received a summons from Senior Brother Peng, you returned to the upper realm from the outer void, and where you were before, there were many people in this sect who entered. ”

Zhang Shuren looked at Yan Zhaoge and asked slowly, "They, what's wrong?"

"All dead inside. Yan Zhaoge replied calmly: "If you want to count, it is all related to me, Zhuang Zhaohui was killed by me." ”

Zhang Shuren was silent for a moment, then raised his hand: "That's the case, and let the old man see what makes you outstanding." ”

Unlike Wutong Slope of Fengyi Mountain, others major in knife techniques.

Zhang Shuren is good at palming.

Its original Wutong Divine Palm, a precedent for a generation, adds another unique learning to the inheritance of Wutong Slope in Fengyi Mountain.

As Zhang Shuren's palm was raised, the huge plane tree stood tall and turned into substance, showing its strong vitality while also bringing a suffocating sense of oppression.

All the space under the range of the branches and leaves of the sycamore tree was engulfed in flames and reduced to nothing!