The last void in the cavern at the bottom of the mountain also disappeared inexorably. Everything is tamped like rammed earth. Gu Wentian's torso was broken in an instant, but several stumps were still indestructible, crushed in the dense and thick soil. Under the weight of hundreds of millions of catties, he could no longer breathe. But he remained conscious, and had recovered from the initial shock.

If it weren't for the presence of the tree nucleus in his body, he would be dead by now. But wood can overcome soil, and the core of the tree is not afraid of burial. The core of the tree can absorb the earth's qi to sustain life, carry his soul, and even restore his physical body.

When he was in the Lonely Peak, Mu Fei destroyed the entire Lonely Peak in just a few moments. The Void Pill Cultivator of the Acquired Tree Body was not too far off from it. Even if he pressed Gu Ao Feng on him, he would not die.

"But if I'm not an acquired tree, I'm indeed dead. Even if he is as arrogant as Gu Wentian, he will inevitably have some lingering palpitations. He suddenly became strongly interested in the young female disciple of the outer gate who could set up the formation. Such a person will either use it for his own use, or cut down the grass and eradicate the roots.

Gu Wentian's core absorbs the earth's qi on one side, and grows python-like roots on the other, looking for various gaps in the soil and gravel under the mountain, and each time it finds a small gap, countless tiny fibrous roots grow, burrow into the cracks, and then expand, expanding the cracks.

This is a long story, but under the drive of Gu Wentian Void Dan's true qi, it was only a few breaths of effort, and the sound of crackling rocks like a thunderstorm came from the mountain wall. A finger-thick root grew. A man's flesh grew rapidly on it like a fruit, and after only two breaths, it was seven feet long, and it was completely flawless.

Gu Wentian's Dao robe and all the magic weapons and items he carried with him were left underground and disappeared without a trace. But it doesn't matter to him. He is a physical cultivator, and his physical body is his most powerful weapon. His muscles were like gently undulating mountains, like a god descending from heaven.

His acquired tree body is similar to Lian Ling's Heavenly Realm Shura Lan body. But Lian Ling was pierced through the heart by Chen Xuanfang with a half-foot cold, the sea of qi was damaged, and his cultivation was severely damaged, so it was a blessing to survive. But his limbs were only crushed, and his vitality was not injured.

Out of the mountain, Gu Wentian looked to the east, only to see a line of light like a swimming fish clinging to the treetops to the east. It was a man and a woman he was chasing, driving the flying magic weapon to the mouth of the big waterfall at the end of the canyon. He frowned, and the wind howled under his feet and rolled his figure up, like a meteor, chasing after him.

At this time, Qian Yan clenched the sword in his hand, and his head was sweating profusely. Half of it was because of exhaustion, and half of it was several life-and-death fights, which made him also frightened.

Half a moment ago, near the ink lake at the end of the canyon, the first thing he saw was a vast Qinglong water absorption array, and two torture hall disciples were trapped in it. Although they had water droplets to prevent them from drowning, they were trapped in them and could not move at all. The water in the lake was so strong that it flooded the gravel beach near the lake.

Of course, he didn't have time to rescue these people, but he just used light skills to pass directly over the cliff and stone, and walked through this level.

After passing the ink lake, he saw a reddish iron wall, which was being burned by the bronze fire suspended in the air. Beneath the iron wall was a short, stocky young man, shirtless, armed with an axe, striking at the iron wall one blow after another. The firelight reflected his sweaty body, like a mountain mover, and each blow caused the phantom iron cage array to shake like an earthquake.

In front of him, another white-clothed young man sat cross-legged on the ground, urging the fire with all his might. Both of them have entered the realm of selflessness, ignorant of the situation in the outside world.

In addition, there was a beautiful and petite woman, holding her head in her hands, lying on her stomach in the firelight, unable to move, as if she had been hit by some kind of spell to attack the spirit.

The corners of Qian Yan's mouth curled up and let out a sneer. This is simply a godsend, these people were unguarded when they broke the formation, and now as long as he goes up and interferes casually, the big array is enough to make them lose their lives.

He is now assisting the legal envoy in handling the case, and even if he kills these people cleanly, he doesn't need half an explanation. Although the spirit seed that can condense the Xuanyin Pill is not here, that fire tripod is also a priceless treasure.

Thinking of this, he triumphantly drew his sword. Although the Thousand Kinds Box was destroyed, his spirit sword was still there. The sword is black all over, with a bumpy surface and mottled rust. This sword is called the Iron Thorn Sword. The Iron Thorn Sword was made by fusing the spirit seed of the Iron Thorn with the magic sword he used, although it was not as powerful as the Thousand Kinds Box to control thousands of Iron Thorns at the same time, it should be enough to deal with these outer disciples.

But when he was really angry, he felt a stickiness. True Qi out of the body is like sailing against the current, and it is extremely difficult. The iron thorns on the sword couldn't be triggered. There was some kind of spiritual power around him, which actually hindered him from urging the magic weapon.

This is of course Huang Lu's masterpiece. She had already expected someone to come, and before leaving, she took advantage of the terrain at the mouth of the big waterfall at the end of the canyon to swallow the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and laid out a formation to weaken the operation of the monk's true qi.

Qian Yan snorted coldly. These outer disciples are really a little clever, but unfortunately they are overdone. He didn't need to press the iron thorns at all, even the sword in his hand was just broken copper, and it was enough to kill them.

He lowered the tip of his sword, held the hilt of his sword, and walked straight to the female cultivator lying on the ground, a sneer came out of his mouth, and a cold light flashed in his eyes, and the sword in his hand was about to be stabbed.

A strong wind came from the back of his neck. This made his heart suddenly tighten, and he hurriedly backhanded his sword to block. only heard a stabbing sound, and the two swords intersected, but this force was nothing, so that he couldn't figure out the details of the other party. Immediately afterwards, the opponent's sword body slid lightly on his sword, and it had already bypassed the tip of his sword, and appeared strangely in front of him, slashing his neck.

Qian Yan almost lost his soul. Fortunately, he had been in the Xuanmen rivers and lakes for many years, and at this time, under the control of the desire to survive, he unconsciously leaned back, and the cold sword body just gently shaved off a small piece of skin on the tip of his nose. He immediately stepped into the wind and burst back more than ten paces.

This unexpected blow made his heart palpitate, and there was a hot pain on the tip of his nose. He covered his nose and looked at a fat woman in a white dress in front of him. But the woman didn't say much, and a shiny magic sword in her hand danced like flowing water.

Behind him is the ink lake, on the left and right sides are cliffs, all around are the strange closed true qi out of the body formation, in front of the sword-wielding woman. Qian Yan had no choice but to fight for his life.

Fortunately, although the other party's swordsmanship is exquisite, his foundation is far inferior to him. Although he was invincible in swordsmanship, he used the true qi in his body to use light skills, move and dodge, and wait for an opportunity to counterattack, but he was not immediately defeated. Moreover, the formations around these four weeks cannot be maintained for a long time and are gradually weakening.

Murong Qing was also anxious. Although the old man's swordsmanship in front of him is average, his skills against the enemy are extremely sophisticated. Whether it's dodging or luring the enemy, the shot is a plan. She almost fell into the other party's trap several times. Once Huang Lu's formation completely failed, and the other party used the power of the magic weapon and spirit sword, she would have no chance at all.

At this moment, a cracking sound suddenly came, followed by a loud bang, and the earth shook, resounding through the heavens and the earth!

The Fantasy Iron Cage Array is like a balloon that has been puffed up by an inspiration. As long as a breach can be pierced, the entire large array will not be able to maintain, and it can only explode with a bang.

Fortunately, the large array was located in the dragon skeleton, surrounded by mountains. The violent shock wave is absorbed by the mountain wall and does not destroy the architecture of the Jade Palace. It's indispensable to shake the mountains just a lot.

Song Ruhai and Mu Tou's true qi were almost exhausted. At this time, when it was done, their hearts were relieved, and they both fell to the ground unconscious.

At this time, Murong Qingzheng and Qian Yan fought to the most critical moment.

"This move, it must hurt him!" Murong Qing secretly gritted his teeth, and with a sword, Qian Yan's iron thorn sword was about to swing away, and then he was about to stab the opponent directly in the ribs.

Unexpectedly, this time the two swords intersected, but she didn't hear the crisp sound of the sword. Instead, it was as if it was slapped on a soft straw rope, and I couldn't exert any strength. Her heart tightened, and she hurriedly drew her sword, but she couldn't pull it out. The magic sword in his hand has been firmly entangled in iron thorns.

She understood, the illusion iron cage array was broken, causing the heaven and earth formation to change, and the formation under Huang Lu had become invalid!

"You can die. Qian Yan smiled, and the iron thorns that grew from the sword body in his hand were like a black hand, and they rolled directly towards Murong Qing's neck.

"You're the one who is going to die. A woman's voice came from behind him.

Qian Yan turned around, and in the direction of the valley mouth, there was a beautiful figure of a tall woman standing in the pavilion, with long hair like a waterfall and a belt like the wind. I don't know when she came, where she came from, and I don't know how she cultivated. She stood there quietly, not using any True Qi or any aura fluctuations.

Qian Yan naturally regarded her as one of these outer disciples. She knew that there were three women in the courtyard, and he had seen two of them. Then this one, presumably the third one.

Without the formation, he had no pressure to deal with these few female cultivators who had built a threefold foundation.

"What a big breath!" he glanced disdainfully, the Iron Thorn Sword in his hand already urging. A line of iron thorns was like a long snake, attacking the woman. But in the next moment, he regretted it.

This woman suddenly had a long whip in her hand that shone with a clear blue light, and the real qi on her body moved, it was simply a storm, and the mountains and rivers changed color. Qian Yan felt like a gale, and he couldn't breathe at all.

"Who are you!" he was shocked. With his decades of experience in the Jade Palace, such a power was unprecedented. The iron thorn in his hand had already withered, and he trembled on the ground like a hundred beasts seeing the beast king.

Before he could see the other party's movements, the long green whip was like a pair of gentle women's hands, gently wrapping around his neck and making him feel extremely comfortable, but extremely terrifying.

"Nine Dragon Thorns?" Qian Yan flashed this thought in his mind, but he couldn't speak, and even begging for mercy was strangled alive.