A bright moon hung high in the sky, dotted with stars, and dozens of miles of the Zhenlong Mountains were full of wilderness.

In a battle of the secret realm, hundreds of monks were killed and wounded, the Zhenlong Mountain Range was destroyed, the Seven Great Immortal Gates returned in vain, and the cultivators returned, leaving the fertile Cangshan lonely and independent.

"Whew~"

Suddenly, a fire erupted in the dark night of the Zhenlong Desolate Vein, erupting from the depths of the underground crack, and after a few breaths, it burned into the sky.

The flames, which are as mysterious as the shadows, have skyrocketed to the point of burning the heavens and destroying the earth.

"Boom~"

The earth-shattering thunder seemed to feel the breath of the □□ underground, and it was smashed down by the induced split, breaking through the clouds and descending on the earth.

The extinguishing wildfire ignited spontaneously in an instant, illuminating the square for several miles, and the sound spread far away.

The ground is collapsing......

Gradually, a majestic tower was revealed, and the giant tower was wrapped in black flames, and an even more terrifying roar came from inside......

Although the Zhenlong Mountain Range has become a wilderness, the monks of the Dongzhou Cultivation Realm can be seen everywhere, hearing two roars, many monks within a hundred miles of each other woke up from meditation and looked in the direction of the Zhenlong Mountain Range at the same time.

"What's the matter? Haven't the people from the Seven Great Immortal Sects left yet?"

"If it weren't for that, a strange treasure would have been born and triggered the thunder. ”

"Strange treasure, didn't you let the people of the Seven Great Immortal Sects take it away?"

"Just check it out. ”

So, in addition to the stars and moons in the dark night, there were some more curious monks.

......

A hundred miles away can be reached in the blink of an eye for a cultivator who has achieved cultivation, and when everyone approaches the Zhenlong Barren Mountain, the huge black fire tower in front of them makes people tremble uncontrollably.

The ground was still collapsing, and the majesty of the black fire tower was revealed to the world little by little, although there were only a dozen monks here, but everyone felt the blazing energy released by the flames.

Just in confusion, two figures flew up from the ground like cannonballs, the first old man had a hideous face, a messy hair only revealed less than one-tenth of his face, the blood-stained robe could not tell which sect it was, the old man ran in all directions, but he never rushed out of the scope of the giant tower.

Following the old man, five sword lights of white, red, blue, purple, and black flew by, with bursts of strong wind tearing the air, constantly stabbing at the old man.

The five flying swords were like five whirlwinds, and at the same time as the roar, there was a faint sound of lightning and thunder, and one of the dragon-shaped long swords surrounded by purple rays of light continued to emit bursts of dragon groans.

"Let you run. Bone Knife ...... Go to ......"

"Whoosh~"

A miserable white light flashed in the dark night, quickly passing through the wind and thunder formation composed of five flying swords, and shooting into it, only to feel the sky clanging crisply. The old man spurted out a mouthful of blood and fled to the other side again.

"Peng~"

The figure turned around, and the old man raised his hand and sprinkled a handful of silver needles, and the moonlight under the dark night shone on the silver needles, reflecting a faint blue color, and directly hitting the depths of the cracks in the ground.

At this moment, a figure rose into the sky, and with a wave of his hand, a black tongue of fire erupted, burning the silver needles into molten iron.

The figure roared, and a huge black hammer immediately appeared above the old man's head, as if a giant's arm was swinging hard, and smashed it fiercely towards the top of the old man's head.

"Boom~"

The old man was not a good type, he shook his hands continuously, and one after another golden Dao talismans were sacrificed by him, which successively offset the countless heavy blows of the black hammer.