Lotus Peak, the five huge peaks that seemed to be about to interpret the chaotic universe, attracted everyone's attention. （.. Read without pop-ups)

"What kind of treasure is this, the five peaks together, it feels even more terrifying than the human emperor sword back then. Someone couldn't help but mutter. Interpret the power of the beginning of chaos, if it is used in battle, what kind of terrifying lethality it will be.

"Every mountain peak is an acquired treasure, and when put together, I am afraid that it is not as good as an innate treasure. How can we refine them!", someone said with a hot look in his eyes.

No one knows how these five huge peaks appeared, and there is no record of them in the legends of Lotus Peak from ancient times to the present. It was the most recent time it was opened, that is, the time when the three-foot sword was sealed 100,000 years ago, and there was not a shadow of these five peaks.

Everyone is like this, and the three-foot sword is no exception, looking at the five peaks with full attention, frowning slightly, as if he is calculating something.

After a long time, the three-foot sword suddenly laughed: "I see, I see, it was born because of me! It's a pity, it's a pity! But it's okay, since that's the case, I'll take it first, and then talk about it, maybe when it will be useful in the future." ”

Everyone was shocked, hearing this, the three-foot sword seemed to know how to collect these five peaks.

Before everyone could think about it, the three-foot sword had already begun to act. Stretching out a hand, the Dao pattern of order gushed out, overwhelming the sky and covering the five huge peaks.

Under the guidance of the Dao pattern of order, the five giant peaks shine even better. White, blue, black, red and yellow, colorless light, the sub-table represents the five patterns of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth, which interact with each other, as if to evolve all things.

The order pattern continues to be traction. The five peaks rose from the ground and flew high into the sky, slowly becoming smaller, but the light did not feel the slightest weakening.

In just a few moments, the five peaks became just over a man tall, and the trend of shrinking did not stop, and continued.

The three-foot sword really has a way to collect it. Everyone looked at the five peaks with great greed, and there were countless thoughts in their hearts, but no one dared to behave in any way.

The notoriety of the three-foot sword has too deep an impact. And just now, in front of everyone's eyes, one hand trapped Amitabha. The Demon Emperor and Lianfeng were trampled into ashes alive and ceased to exist.

A demon emperor, in the eyes of everyone, is already an almost invincible powerhouse, but in the hands of the three-foot sword, he can't make a move.

Who else can stop such a world-destroying demon star? Emperor Yuan? I'm afraid not. Although he was not present, this former righteous path leader would not be much stronger than the Demon Emperor.

Faced with a three-foot sword that was even more terrifying than the legend, no one dared to fight his idea.

The five peaks continue to shrink in a blink of an eye. It had become only two inches in size, hovering in the hands of a three-foot swordman. This time it was not only the five-colored light, but also the thousands of red and purple, as if countless stars.

Inadvertently, the three-foot sword in his hand. It's as if you're holding a universe.

"Gold, wood, water, fire and earth, mutual growth and restraint, can be the five elements. Song Gao Weiyue, Jun Ji in the sky, from today on, you will be called Wuyue Mountain. The three-foot sword laughed loudly. Very satisfied.

After collecting Wuyue Mountain, the three-foot sword suddenly looked solemn and looked at a certain place.

The eyes were extremely sharp, as if there was a sharp sword that could hurt people, and everyone didn't dare to look at each other, or even dare to stay in the sight, and fled to other places one by one.

Although they didn't dare to intervene in the battle of Lianfeng, many people wanted to see what big things would happen here, and the onlookers almost wrapped Lianfeng in a circle. Now that he was looked at by the three-foot sword, in a moment, a huge gap appeared in the direction he was looking at.

There was no one left, but there was still a figure standing still, with an indifferent face, looking at the three-foot sword coldly, and looking at it without the slightest fear.

It's just a young man in black, who looks like he's in his early twenties, waist-length, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, handsome and extraordinary.

The strange thing is that the young body can feel a vicissitudes of life through the red dust, especially those eyes, although bright, they make people feel a loneliness that penetrates into the heart, revealing deep sadness.

"It's the ghost saint, when did he come!" someone exclaimed, they were the people who ran from just now, and there was no more saint by their side.

Ghost Saint Zhou Tianming, the saint with the highest talent after the three-foot sword, when the heavens and the earth had not changed greatly, he reached the realm of a saint in just two hundred years. For so many years, only Jun Guanglou's sanctification can be compared.

The three-foot sword was a strong man 100,000 years ago, but the ghost saint Zhou Tianming was not yet a thousand years old, and these two should not have intersected.

But looking at the situation in front of them, anyone knows that there must be something unusual between these two people.

The Ghost Saint's body was full of life, and his aura gradually became stronger, and in a moment, he had reached the realm of mixed yuan.

It is worthy of being the saint with the highest talent over the years, and everyone sighs in their hearts, but in a thousand years, it has reached the realm of mixed yuan. And it's not just the mixed yuan realm, judging from the breath, it seems to be better than the Demon Emperor.

The death qi was rolling, and a powerful battle intent appeared on the ghost saint, and the target was the three-foot sword.

A 100,000-year-old world-destroying demon star, one of the most amazing hybrid powerhouses in recent years, could it be that the two of them are going to fight here, and everyone's hearts suddenly became excited.

The Tianjiao in Tianjiao often makes countless monks jealous and helpless.

It's just that when two such Tianjiao confront each other and are about to make a move, the feeling is different. Everyone has the heart of gossip, and almost everyone has thought about who will win if these jealous Tianjiao are allowed to compete with each other.

It is precisely because of this gossip heart that the battle between Zhao Lei and Chen Pan four hundred years ago has been praised to this day.

In that battle, the sky and the earth collapsed, the sun and the moon were dark, and even Yun Mengze was almost drained by Zhao Lei, and a million miles of highlands rose on the flat earth.

Although in the end, because of the intervention of the Martial Saint, the battle ended in a draw, but it also greatly satisfied the desire of all people for this kind of thing.

At this moment, the ghost holy war intent is fully revealed, could it be that these two people also have to compete in it?

Zhou Tianming looked at the three-foot sword quietly, not knowing what he was thinking, and spit out a few words for a long time: "Three-foot sword!?"

The three-foot sword smiled slightly: "Yes, do you want to fight me now?"

"Is it convenient?"

Sanchijian nodded: "Of course, and you only have a chance today, it will be difficult for me to show up in the future, this body makes me very uncomfortable." I'm sorry about you, but I'm also glad that you can accidentally give birth to a strong man, so let me see if you have the ability to defeat me. ”

He has Chen Pan's memory, and naturally knows what happened to Zhou Tianming.

"In that case, let's fight!"

Zhou Tianming slowly pulled out a knife, leaving the knife, and the ghost city of the capital was the treasure of the day after tomorrow. Your support is my biggest motivation. )