"Wait, something isn't right. ”

Qingyang Daoist stared at the magic plate in his hand, and saw that the cyan arrow on it was extremely rich, and he looked happy.

"This level of reaction is likely to be two top-grade spirit stones, Senior Brother Feng, immediately open the Mixed Yuan Broken Sky Array. ”

"Yes, brother. ”

The mid-Yuan Infant man behind him suppressed his excitement, took out a pale cyan magic disk, and several magic decisions were smashed into it, and a dozen or so directions in the Chixia Mountain suddenly burst out with a dazzling white pillar of light.

In the depths of the leylines, streams of extremely pure spiritual energy erupted from these places, and the hazy white mist in the mountains suddenly condensed, turning into countless finger-thin white silk threads, densely spread throughout the mountain range.

At the same time, in the empty low sky, the figures of many immortal cultivators suddenly appeared, these people were divided into three waves, each wave had two or three people, and they were extremely surprised that they appeared out.

"It's not good, this is a trap of Taixuanzong. ”

These people reacted quickly, and the mana on their bodies surged, and they fled towards the outside of Chixia Mountain.

But the mist that turned into white silk threads around them was like countless ropes, wrapping them layer by layer, and the spiritual power on the light could not break it, and the speed was greatly reduced.

At this moment, several figures shot out from the mountain peaks in the distance, and there was a strange layer of blue and white aura outside their retreat, and the surrounding mist threads were not hindered by any obstacles.

"It's not good, it's Qingyang Lao Dao who leads the team. ”

"One great monk, two mid-Yuan Infants, three early Yuan Infants, how could Taixuanzong dispatch so many people. ”

"What kind of magic circle is this, so difficult!"

These three waves of immortal cultivators looked anxious, and they used magic weapons and various spells one after another, attacking the white silk thread, these things don't know what kind of magical power they are, and their toughness is extremely high.

Although the situation is critical, these people have no intention of joining forces, they are not all the way, even if they have the intention to unite, under the home field of the Taixuanzong formation, they will support it for a while, but if they fly away separately, the chance of escape is still a lot greater.

Qingyang Dao people looked at the reactions of these people, sneered, their lips squirmed twice, and the five people behind them were divided into two teams, each team was led by a mid-Yuan Infant, and flew in two directions.

And the Qingyang Dao people fled and flew towards the team of two men and one woman.

The faces of the three people changed greatly, and they immediately gave up attacking the white silk thread, and united the light together, and a three-color spiritual light rose into the sky, and the speed increased greatly for a while.

But as they bumped into more and more white threads, the speed gradually slowed down again.

"Damn, this formation has absorbed a little bit of Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi, I'm afraid that only the cultivation of the Great Cultivator will not be affected. ”

"Second sister, third brother, there are still five miles away from the boundary of the five-mile formation, and if we fight and retreat, we can't defeat us in a short time with Qingyang Lao Dao alone. ”

"Okay, big brother. ”

The formation of these three people changed, one large and one small, two delicate blue shields appeared outside the body, and the two were quickly inlaid together, and the thick shield took the shield as the core, wrapping several people.

The middle-aged man with the highest cultivation level shot out a jade talisman in his hand, turning into a vague yellow mountain phantom, shrouded outside the shield, and an incomparably thick aura permeated.

Then he took out a pair of pale yellow short knives, and fled with the three of them out of the mountain, bombarding the white silk threads that stood in his way.

After a while, the Qingyang Daoist had already come not far away, and when he saw this scene, a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the method in his hand moved, and the cyan gourd on his waist fell into his hand.

The surging mana of his great monk level surged out, and one after another spells struck the gourd, the small opening on it opened, and the surrounding heaven and earth vitality seemed to be attracted by some kind of attraction, and countless layers of pale cyan halo converged from all directions and poured into the mouth of the gourd.

In the nearby air, there seemed to be a breath of spring, which made people feel intoxicated, and the expressions of the three Yuan Infant Monks appeared for a moment of confusion, and they felt a wave of nourishment and endless thoughts.

The middle-aged man shook his head, revealing a look of horror and said: "Manifestation of vitality, power of will, this is an imitation spirit treasure, second sister and third brother, condense your mind and resist with all your might!"

The other two were awakened by this sound containing mana, and when they heard the words imitation spirit treasure, their faces changed greatly, and their mana rushed to the blue shield in front of them.

The middle-aged man didn't care about the white silk threads around him, put away the short knife magic weapon, and a dark yellow bracelet appeared in his hand, which turned into the size of a zhang Xu and surrounded the three of them as his spirit surged.

"Hmph, the three brothers and sisters of Fuling, you actually dare to snatch food, and today I will use your death to deter Xiaoxiao!"

As soon as the Qingyang Daoist held the law in his hand, the gourd mouth suddenly erupted with a brilliant spiritual light, and a cyan sword qi shot out.

At the same time, the idea of nourishing everything in the air became even stronger, and the cyan sword qi quickly merged with the surrounding white silk threads, and its appearance gradually solidified, looking like a short sword composed of mystical runes.

The middle-aged man felt the suffocating coercion, and the horror in his eyes was even worse, and he gritted his teeth and overdrew the strength of the Yuan Baby. The momentum is soaring.

The dark yellow bracelet outside the body became deeper and deeper, and a new layer of defensive aura appeared.

"Boom ......"

The sword qi in the shape of a short sword directly bombarded the bracelet in front of the three of them.

The middle-aged man felt an incomparable fierce sword qi impacting him, and the sword qi inside seemed to be endless, endless, and it seemed to bombard dozens of rounds in an instant.

In less than a breath, the bracelet let out a wail, the aura dispersed, and it was blasted out, and the sword qi only dimmed a little, and the mystical runes on it were still clear.

The middle-aged man seemed to have thought of something, and he looked incredulous.

"Yuan Qi Transformation Level Sword Qi, this is impossible, Taixuan Sect doesn't only have one Mixed Yuan Sword, how can there be a second Heavenly Spirit Treasure!"

With his desperate shout, this sword qi exploded directly, bursting out of a dazzling cyan ball of light, which seemed to be stirring wildly with countless sword qi inside, and the terrifying heaven and earth vitality was overwhelming into the sky, and layers of spiritual energy waves were surging in all directions.

In a matter of moments, the three Yuan Infant Stage Cultivators were blasted into dust, and the Yuan Infant was all wiped out in the endless power of sword qi.

Qingyang Daoist held the cyan gourd with one hand, and his face was sarcastic: "Ignorant guy, Chixia Mountain is within the realm of Uncle Shi, and the surrounding heaven and earth vitality all contain the power of his old man's will. ”

"As long as there is a wisp of true yuan from Uncle Shi's help, even if it is an imitation of the spirit treasure, it can exert the power of the heavenly spirit treasure. ”

The Yuanying monks in the distance, after feeling this terrifying fluctuation of vitality, were frightened one by one, and used various means to flee frantically.

But under the power of the formation and the restraint of the monks of the Taixuan Sect, the escape speed was extremely slow.

Qingyang Daoist waved his sleeves, put away the magic weapons and storage bracelets scattered in front of him, and looked coldly at the panicked immortal cultivators in the distance.

Just as he was about to fly away, his expression suddenly moved, and he turned his head to look in the other direction.

Three miles away, on a rock, at some point, a vague silver figure appeared, and several threads of mist were wrapped around its body.

But with a gray aura, these white silk threads broke inch by inch, and then this auralight blasted towards the rock under its feet, and a stream of incomparably pure aura gushed out from the crack in the ground

Qingyang Daoren's face changed greatly: "Who dares to rob the best spirit stone of this sect." ”

He flirted and shot towards the silver figure.