I just want to be quiet

The glazed glass pagoda that stood in the void in the distance suddenly flashed with brilliance. Suddenly, under the eaves of the tower, copper bells rang loudly, and the **** eyeballs stopped blinking for a while, and they all looked towards Tao Wendu's side. of the many righteous monks.

Immediately, a violent shock of divine soul erupted!

At the same time, the gate of the Glazed Tile Pagoda opened, and countless ghosts and ghosts rushed out, like a gray-black turbid current, surging like a sea of ​​fury, roaring towards Tao Wendu!

Seeing this scene, the cultivator of the right way was instantly furious. The jade pendant on the waist of Jiuyi Mountain Supreme Elder Zhen Jianghui flashed, and a clear chanting sounded, and immediately blocked the attack of the soul for everyone.

Zhen Jianghui Xingxing's eyes widened, and she shouted sharply: "Demon Dao thief, dare!"

Before he finished speaking, heavy mountains suddenly emerged from the void.

The indescribable strong gravity immediately pressed toward the glazed glass tower.

The wind was blowing, as cold as a knife.

The gravel on the ground was walking around, and the big boulders were like gravel, stumbling and rolling in the distance.

The streams and rivers flowed against the current, and the entire earth and the surface were quickly cut away, exposing the sandstone layers inside.

A group of gray-robed monks standing by the railing looked at the huge mountain that was smashed down by the head. The withered expressions under the hood were all dull and unwavering. The gray shadows flickered in the eyes of the leading old man, the copper bells shook in unison, and the void rippled in circles rippling.

In an instant, the mountain fell with the sound of a huge wind, but it seemed to hit a phantom, the smoke and dust flew like waves, and the glazed glass tower was still radiant, but it was unscathed.

The rosy colors dispersed, but it was Su Zhentian, Cen Fangwo, who took action. Between the green sleeves fluttering, a five-colored long rainbow rose instantly, facing the countless demons.

boom boom boom boom...

Wherever Changhong went, many ghosts and ghosts were like snow and sun, vanished in an instant, turned into misty water vapor, and quickly fell into the earth.

On the Colored Tile Pagoda, a gray-robed cultivator immediately pinched his fingers and played a treacherous tactic.

Lang Lang Qing Ming's eyes filled with blood, turning into a **** sky!

Countless crimson, light red, crimson, black and red blood towers, like fresh, dry, withered, or long-condensed blood stains, hang down from the blood-colored sky, converging into blood-colored Wang Yang.

In each blood tower, there are surging shadows, countless blood beasts, and the surging sweet smell fills the entire world.

The roar was mixed with screeching screams, like a flood that burst a bank, and frantically killed Tao Wendu, who was seriously injured.

These are the dead souls who fell in the battle of reincarnation!

Huan Yunzhen and Yan Sichun fired their swords at the same time, and the sword light was like snow, splashing across the sky, illuminating the world. Fierce sword energy surged and whistled, like a stormy sea, soaring through the sky, pointing directly at the gray-robed cultivator.

Wen Ren Ling stood up in the air, his short hair was flying, and he suddenly threw a painted halberd. When the painted halberd penetrated the sky, it had grown rapidly, covering the sky and the sun in a blink of an eye.

On the pagoda, another gray-robed cultivator shot, with his hands raised high, the void in front of the pagoda continued to tremble, and the entire glazed glass pagoda burst into thousands of brilliance. It poured out and formed a huge rune.

One black and one white, like Pisces chasing head to tail, simple and mysterious, endless rotation.

All the sword energy and halberds that came in were blocked by the runes. In the blink of an eye, with the rotation of the Pisces, they were smashed into pieces and quickly devoured by the runes!

boom boom boom…

In the void in the distance, looking at the sudden action of the Samsara Tower and his party, Wushouzi and the others from Wushi Villa were stunned at first. After reacting, no matter what happened, they directly joined the battlefield...

In an instant, the sword energy was in the air, the magic was like rain, and the magical powers came and went... The war broke out in an instant!

Looking at this extremely abrupt scene, Pei Ling frowned, and the Reincarnation Tower suddenly took action, which is so disrespectful to him!

And more importantly, he has already won the mountain master of Jiuyi Mountain, but the power of heaven and earth around him has no meaning to instill in him!

His battle with the mountain master is not over yet?

While he was wondering, a cold and low voice suddenly entered his ears: "Sacred Son Pei, come and stop the Sword God and Su Zhentian Cen Fangwo, and the others, I will kill them all at the Reincarnation Tower and Wushi Villa. Light!"

Pei Ling was taken aback for a while. He had warned everyone here before that today was the day of his decisive battle with the mountain master of Jiuyi Mountain, and no one should cause trouble.

As a result, this reincarnation tower not only saved his face, but also asked him to help deal with Sword God and Cen Fangwo in turn? !

Did he hear it wrong? Or is the brain of the Reincarnation Tower not working well?

At this time, the reincarnation tower cultivator who transmitted the voice to Pei Ling was looking at Pei Ling from afar with confidence.

Their original plan was to let Pei Ling hold the Sword God alone, but now, Pei Ling has defeated the mountain master of Jiuyi Mountain with just one knife! Its strength is so powerful, so they simply gave up Sword God and Su Zhentian Cen Fangwo to each other!

The Holy Son of the Chongming Sect has a good nature to kill, and his nature is fond of fishery. This move is right in his heart, and Pei Ling will definitely be very grateful to them in the Tower of Samsara!

So, the next moment...

brush! !

A waterfall-like blood-colored sword qi spreads across the sky, instantly dividing the world into two worlds!

Puff puff…

clang clang clang clang...

Countless demons and ghosts were slashed and destroyed by the sword energy. They disintegrated on the spot, turned into dust and swept away with the wind. All techniques, no matter the righteous ones, were blocked by the sword energy.

Seeing that Pei Ling finally came to an end, but he didn't take action against the false Tao, many monks in the reincarnation tower were startled, and even one person asked in a cold voice: "Pei Shengzi, what do you mean?"

Pei Ling replied coldly: "I said just now, today is the period of the decisive battle between me and the mountain master of Jiuyi Mountain, don't make trouble!"

"Now that the outcome is still undecided, whoever shoots again will be my enemy!"

Win or lose?

When the monks heard the words, they were all startled.

At this moment, the mountain master of Jiuyi Mountain, the small half of the body was almost directly cut off, the blood stained the entire robe, the breath was chaotic, the complexion was pale, and he was seriously injured, but he was barely awake, where is there any strength to fight again?

But soon, Wuchouzi and others stopped immediately, took the initiative to withdraw from the battlefield, and returned to the original position to watch the battle.

Although I don't know what's going on, there must be some reason for Immortal Emperor Pei to speak, but there is no need to offend an Immortal Emperor for the pleasure of this illusion.

On the Colored Tile Pagoda, a group of monks in gray robes looked at Pei Ling silently, their hoods lowered, covering their faces.

At this moment, Tiansheng Teacher Ren Jiao chuckled and said loudly, "What does Shengzi Pei mean, the battle is not over before the mountain master dies?"

"If that's the case, then it should be the first move from the fake Taoist side!"

Hearing this, Zhen Jianghui immediately looked at Pei Ling and said in a deep voice, "The Mountain Master is already seriously injured and is unable to fight again. You won this battle!"

He Fuqiong nodded slightly, now the outcome is only a trivial matter, the important thing is to save the life of the mountain master!

Right now, his mana is still pouring into Tao Wendu's body to suppress the opponent's injury.

But the strange thing is that Pei Ling's knife is not fatal to the monks in the joint period, but for some reason, the body of the mountain master at this moment is like a bottomless black hole, he has consumed nearly half of his mana, But the state of the mountain master showed no sign of improvement at all!

The situation was urgent, and He Fuqiong didn't have time to think too much. He suddenly said in a flat voice, "Master Tao Shan can no longer fight now."

"If fellow Daoist Pei thinks it's not enough, I can replace the mountain master and fight you again!"