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The Great Five Elements Sword Formation, the attack of thousands of sword qi that lasted for five seconds, only caused more than 1o million real damage, but in the end, all the sword qi fused into one, and the last magnificent sword went down, but it was enough to cause more than 2o real damage, which shows how shocking the last sword is.

"Let's go!".

However, at this time, the monks such as the Sword Worship True Man and the Blood Rakshasa were not in the mood to indulge in the last sword of the Zhuge Xiangda Five Elements Sword Formation, and seeing that the light curtain of the Nine Dragons Sealing Spell was broken, these monks rushed to land in the sword mound one by one.

For the sword mound, the idea in everyone's hearts is very simple, if the enemy does not move, I will not move, if the enemy moves, I will move first, since the Elder Mo Ya has already gone down, how can these people be willing to lag behind?

"Let's go! Let's hurry up and follow", the Nine Dragons Seal was broken, and many monks in the royal family were shocked one by one, seeing dozens of monks who worshiped the sword and the Blood Rakshasa descending like a meteor shower, these people also hurriedly gathered their minds and followed.

For a while, more than 100 great monks who were originally frozen in mid-air rushed to fall.

Zhuge Xiang, taking the lead, fell towards the sword mound, as a cultivation dojo, after Zhuge Xiang landed, he really felt a terrible negative feeling, above this sword mound, even the air was filled with the smell of blood, giving people a viscous feeling, there seemed to be countless voices murmuring in his ears, persuading himself to kill, even if it was a sword soul, it was difficult to cut off these delusions.

"What a terrible place......", Rao is own heart, but he was also affected, thousands of blood-stained weapons were buried, and terrible killings were made. Unwillingness, hatred and other negative feelings converged, this is the first time Zhuge Xiang has encountered the void delusion that his sword soul is difficult to cut off, no wonder that the real person who worships the sword refuses to come down first.

"Haha. Here, there are a lot of treasures buried, and these treasures are my ......", followed Zhuge Xiang's side, if anyone who received the weakest influence. It was the Howling Moon, and I saw that its eyes were shining, staring at the ground, and the dog's paws were swaying on the ground.

However, in a moment, a large plate axe of a three-star spirit treasure was dug out and opened its mouth. I took a bite and chewed on the fragments of the big axe, as if I was eating delicacies from the mountains and the sea.

"You just stay here and look for it", more than 100 monks, all of them came for the Immortal Sword, and they shouldn't have much attention to these things buried in the ground. Therefore, seeing Xiaoyue's move, Zhuge Xiang did not stop it, but after giving an explanation, he chased towards the place where the sword qi in the sensing was the most powerful.

Sword Shrine! Also known as Shenzu Peak, in fact, it is essentially an isolated mountain, this peak, about 10,000 zhang high, as steep as a pillar of heaven, the lower half of the past is relatively slender. On the contrary, the higher you go, the thicker it becomes, and when you look at it, it looks like a giant leg towering above the earth, and at the top of the mountain peak, it is a platform with a radius of more than ten miles. It's as if someone has slashed it directly with a sword.

Behind Zhuge Xiang, the monks such as Sword Worship, Blood Rakshasa and other monks saw Xiaoyue stop, and actually grabbed a three-star Lingbao big plate axe and was biting and chewing, and these people were all slightly shocked.

However, compared to these magic weapons and spiritual treasures buried in the land, these monks ignored them, and like Zhuge Xiang, these monks had only one goal, that is, the Immortal Sword.

At the top of the peak of the Sword Shrine, Zhuge Xiang rushed over in the direction of the most powerful sword qi in his divine perception, and in the distance, Zhuge Xiang could see an ordinary thatched house, and there was a figure in the distance, who was it not the Cliff Elder?

The closer he got to the thatched house, the more powerful the sword qi became, coupled with the countless terrifying, negative emotions like a flood and tsunami on the sword mound, even if it was the elder of the cliff, he gritted his teeth, guarded his mind, and walked towards the thatched house step by step......

That cold-blooded sword venerable, with a body of cultivation strength, comparable to the gods and Buddhas of the heavens, in Zhuge Xiang's opinion, should have reached the level of Liao Fu and the Golden Body Bodhisattva, but he also had to borrow the terrible negative feelings in the sword mound to temper his will, which shows how terrible the negativity in this sword mound is.

"Ahh Kill! Kill! Kill! I'm going to kill all of you ......", following Zhuge Xiang, those monks above the Tribulation Realm, many people with a slightly weaker mind, began to be slowly eroded by negative emotions, so they went crazy and shot at the people around them indiscriminately.

Many people, under this negative emotion like a flood of beasts, are struggling to support, and some people can't stand the madness, but they take action against the people around them, and let other people around them who are struggling to support them resist, and their minds are loosened, and they are also slowly eroded by the negative emotions, causing a chain reaction.

Chaos, more than 100 monks followed behind Zhuge Xiang, also walking in the direction of the thatched house, but in just a dozen breaths, more and more monks could not withstand the torrent of obsessions turned by thousands of deceased, and those who were eroded by negative emotions shot out madly, so that behind Zhuge Xiang, more than 100 monks became more and more chaotic.

"All the people below the Dacheng Realm, leave the Sword Shrine ......", looking at this chaotic appearance, the monk of the Dacheng Realm among the royal monks, looking at this chaotic situation, frowned, and said in a condensed voice.

For the current chaotic situation, the sword worship real person also opened his mouth in a condensed voice, saying the same thing, the monks below the Dacheng realm are simply unable to resist the idea of this sword mound, it is difficult to move forward, it is better to leave.

As for the Blood Rakshasa, she didn't care so much, she rushed forward, behind her, all of them were lone wanderers, and there were even monsters, these people were just a team that was put together for the sake of the Immortal Sword, where would they listen to themselves, could they go forward, Blood Rakshasa didn't bother to pay attention to them, these, they would think about it themselves.

More than 100 monks followed behind Zhuge Xiang, but in just a dozen breaths, some monks could not resist the negative thoughts like a flood and tsunami and were eroded and crazy, and some people retreated in the face of difficulties, but in a moment, the only people who could follow behind Zhuge Xiang and move forward step by step were only a few dozen strong people such as Sword Worship Zhenren and Blood Rakshasa .

Zhuge Xiang, who also maintained his beliefs, walked towards the thatched house, the negative thoughts like a rolling torrent were really extremely strong, but Zhuge Xiang was like a reef, no matter how turbulent the flood was, it would be difficult to move me at all.

The cold-blooded sword venerable, the thousands of strong people he has killed, it can be said that the cold-blooded sword venerable's mind, in the endless killing, has long been as hard as steel.

But what about Zhuge Xiang? Although his cultivation is only to distinguish the eight layers of the God Realm, but his cultivation is even more derived from killing, it can be said that every wisp of mana in Zhuge Xiang's body contains endless blood, and in terms of thought, Zhuge Xiang will not be worse than the cold-blooded Sword Venerable......

Looking condescendingly, the one who walked in the front was Elder Moya, because he was the earliest, so he was only a few hundred zhang away from the thatched house, but the closer he got to the thatched house, the slower Elder Moya's degree became.

With Elder Moya behind him, the same distance of hundreds of zhang was Zhuge Xiang.

Although there are many people behind the Cliff Elders, among so many monks, the fastest walking degree is Zhuge Xiang, looking at the appearance, with the degree of Zhuge Xiang, I believe that it can reach the thatched house with the Elder of the Cliff.

As for Zhuge Xiang, he followed the sword worship real person and his party, although it was said that the sword soul was difficult to cut off all the negative feelings, but the sword intent was blended into the soul, coupled with the strength of the sword worship real person itself, he strode towards the thatched house.

Although the degree is slightly worse than Zhuge Xiang, but it is much faster than other monks, even if it is a blood rakshasa and its strength is not worse than that of the sword worshipper, but the degree of walking is still a beat slower than that of the sword worshipping man.

Elder Moya, Zhuge Xiang, Sword Worshipping True Man and Blood Rakshasa , as well as more than a dozen monks of the Dacheng Realm behind them, stared at the turbulent negative feelings, and walked towards the thatched house, aiming directly at the Zhuxian Sword in the thatched house.

In fact, to put aside the terrible negative feelings, the scenery of this sword mound is still good, a small thatched house, warm in winter and cool in summer, at the door of the thatched house, there are two straight poplar trees planted on both sides, perhaps under the influence of the cold-blooded sword venerable, these two trees stand straight, pointing to the sky, and they actually exude a fierce sword intent.

In front of the thatched house, there is a small lake, a radius of about 100 meters, the scenery is good, the weeds by the lake are as sharp as the edge of the sword, and the leaves have actually grown into the shape of a sword blade......

"What's going on? The Nine Dragons Seal couldn't have been broken by them so quickly, right? Taking the lead, Elder Moya, who walked towards the thatched house, also felt the situation behind him, and when he looked back, his eyes shrank slightly, in disbelief.

The cultivation strength of the Sword Worship, the Blood Rakshasa and others, Elder Moya has a general idea in his heart, plus the dozens of monks above the Tribulation Realm, in Elder Moya's opinion, the Nine Dragons Sealing Spell he secretly laid should be able to trap them for half an hour, but in just a short time without a cup of tea, these people actually broke out of the formation?

Looking back, Elder Moya's gaze fell on Zhuge Xiang, and his eyes shrank even more, so fast, this guy is advancing so fast, isn't it? Can he ignore the terrible negativity of this sword shrine?

Looking at Elder Moya, turning to look back, Zhuge Xiang's face showed a smile, his steps tightened a little, and in his mouth, he whispered the Heavenly Demon Zen sound, guarding his own heart, and chased straight up.

Inside the thatched house, is that the residence of the cold-blooded Sword Venerable? So the cold-blooded sword venerable qiē everything should be left there, right? Including that half-magic weapon, even if it is the Zhuxian Sword!