Chapter 351: Sealing the Space

The middle-aged monk's heart darkened, and suddenly the wind surged in the sky, and a sword chant and Lang laughter spread out under the sky, and two figures appeared above the sea of clouds like a glimpse of the wind.

One has sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and his face is murderous, and the other is chic with his clothes and fluttering sleeves.

It's a really cool way to appear.

Jing Yao wrinkled her brows, secretly speechless, Lin Tianxing had no brains, and Huang Xiufeng's brain was also kicked by a donkey? Surrounded by strong enemies, wouldn't it become the target of public criticism when he appeared with great fanfare?

The gorgeous appearance of these two people was triggered by the opportunity of the strong man at random, and the black cloud seemed to be bound by an invisible pressure, slowly falling towards the cliff.

The witch cultivator said lightly: "After all, it's still here, what about the people of the Demon Sect? The voice was soft, loud and ranging, echoing over the cliffs of the valley.

Qin Chaoran's voice then responded: "The personnel are here, how are you going?"

The girl said: "Of course, we discussed how to divide the treasure." ”

The voice fell, and suddenly ushered in a noise around her, this girl spoke bluntly, and said everyone's hearts, but even if Wu Xiu is strong, you can't ignore Lin Tianxing above the black clouds, right?

That's the helmsman of the Sword Sect.

Everyone understands that the Sword Sect is making a comeback, with an unknown young man surnamed Lu as the sect master, but when it comes to influence, Lin Tianxing is a well-deserved leader, that is the orthodoxy of the Sword Sect, and the position of the sect master does not mean anything.

Lin Tianxing couldn't look at the witch cultivator girl, and raised a pair of sword eyebrows, as if looking for a certain figure.

After a while, he impatiently made a set of gestures, that was the Sword Sect's introductory sword technique, the sword art distraction technique, but anyone who came from the Sword Sect had no reason not to recognize it.

The viewer was shocked, this guy is famous, the most impressive thing is to draw his sword and do it without saying a word, there are countless masters who have folded in his hands in the past ten years, but how can you also explain two sentences of scene words in action?

Jing Yao breathed a sigh of relief, she was really worried that Lin Tianxing would call her out to meet, but fortunately, Lin Tianxing was not stupid, he knew teamwork, and that set of sword gestures was telling Jing Yao that he and Huang Xiufeng acted as pioneers, and the secret plan would be handed over to you.

Lin Tianxing nodded at Huang Xiufeng, and the two of them sank and fell towards the depths of the Sword Cliff.

Everyone's hearts were depressed, and the temporary leaders of several major sects were even more annoyed, at this time, including all the forces in the Immortal Cultivation Realm, who would dare to act rashly?

Before the time came, the elbows and armpits were born, and some loose cultivators began to move, and the monk You Fang scolded angrily, harnessed the vajra, and fell into the abyss.

The leaders of the major sects followed suit, what they wanted was to seal the space, to cover up the secret of the 100,000-year immortal cultivation realm.

Under the sword cliff, all kinds of light are flashing, dazzling and charming, Shaoqing Kung Fu, the four royal families, witch cultivators, Confucianism, and Buddhist monks all enter the cliff.

In Jing Yao's opinion, the presence of the four royal families and Wu Xiu is too low, and they still want to have some scenes and scenes to explain.

However, Lin Tianxing, who did not play cards according to common sense, did not give them a chance to speak at all.

The inexplicable scattered cultivators frowned, what happened to make the monks of the great sect frantically pour into the Sword Cliff, and many of them were active, and after a little hesitation, they quickly guessed the possibility, and couldn't help but follow eagerly.

The relics of the Sword Sect have become common property, and there are big sects on top anyway, and they are not afraid of the revenge of the remnants of the Sword Sect.

Jing Yao is also a member of the crowd.

The air flow in front of him is as sharp as a knife, and the brilliance of the true yuan is like a candle in the night wind, like a flat boat in the waves......

The deeper it went, the stronger the rebound of the air flow, slowly forming a watershed, the monks below the fusion realm were stopped in the middle of the mountain, and the cultivators below the Jindan realm stopped at the trough, and only the monks of the Yuanying realm could cut into it.

Jing Yao fell to the bottom of the cliff, the soft ground was like a sponge, it was difficult to maintain balance when stepping on it, and there was a cold pool in front of her, which was rising to the cold......

This scene is a little déjà vu again.

When the Dragon Palace grabbed the bones and triggered Mo Xinyan's memory fragments, Jing Yao's most impressive picture was an old woman sitting on the edge of the pool, comparing Jing Yao's understanding of the Sword of the Heavens.

Under the cold pool, there is the sealing space!

Jing Yao suddenly, there was a fierce knife pressure from his side, and Qin Chaoran, who was dressed in black, drilled into the waterhole, as if he had entered a space-time tunnel, it turned out that the waterhole was just an illusion laid by the sealer at the beginning, in order to cover up the sealing space.

This guy has also entered the realm of getting out of the body, Jing Yao sighed with emotion, not to be left behind, and also poured in, and suddenly muttered in his ears: "Senior Brother Zhao Kuo, Lin Tianxing has no fear, and Huang Xiufeng helps, we are afraid that we will ......"

"Worried about what?"

Zhao Kuo said: "The real enemies of the Sword Sect are the Buddha Sect and the Confucian Sect, followed by the Demon Sect, and our Zhao clan is not wading into troubled waters." ”

The Zhao family?

Jing Yao's heart moved, one of the four major Xiuzhen royal families that surfaced, the evaluation of the Zhao clan was quite pertinent, and the Sword Sect was also one less enemy.

Jing Yao and Zhao Kuo passed by, and were swept to a high place by the strong wind against the trend, and their vision was expanded.

She immediately saw a six-pointed star shining in the sky, the six-pointed star was slowly rotating, and when it turned to an arc, a black hole came into view, is this the true face of the folded space?

Jing Yao slowly stepped in.

Looking at the world as far as the eye can see, a primeval forest-like area, at the far end of which a huge mountain peak soars into the sky stretches for dozens of miles.

The infinite space has less than a thousand monks entering it, and it is disproportionate to the region, and they are teleported to different places.

The light of vigilance flashed from time to time under the clouds, it was the great sect gathering the scattered monks, Jing Yao secretly shouted, the ghost could have thought that the sealing space was so huge, she and Lin Tianxing did not have communication tools, it was difficult to meet in the sealing space.

When Jing Yao's gaze crossed the peak at the end, there was a summoning force in the dark, guiding her in the direction of progress, whispering in her ear, as if she was making some kind of promise.

As long as Jing Yao is willing to walk over, she can achieve a legend that has attracted the attention of the world, Jing Yao emptied her heart and suppressed the sound of temptation, not knowing if that voice could be heard by everyone, or if only she could touch it.

Outside the forest, at the source of a stream.

The afterglow carries the sunset, sprinkling a golden brightness, the forest is like a layer of golden sand, the trembling wind jumps the comfortable music, with a lazy breath, mixed with the fragrance of the earth, blowing into the deep forest from the side, shaking branches and leaves like welcoming the arrival of old friends, making a rustling sound.

If it weren't for the rhythmic voice that tempted Jing Yao, this space would not be like a sealed place at all, but a harbor for a parallel world.